Janet Trefethen

Janet Trefethen    Cowgirl Up

As one of the first women CEO’s of an American corporation, Janet Trefethen could not have picked a worse industry to get started in. “I got laughed out of so many offices,” she remembers with a rueful smile. “When you called on an account in the early 1970’s, trying to sell California wine, that was usually enough. But when they learned that the woman in front of them was not only a salesperson but the Chief Executive Officer of the company, they generally went into hysterics.” Janet took it all in stride, though. She had learned to shrug off life’s little indignities a long time ago.

Janet Trefethen grew up Janet Spooner, the third of four daughters on a rice farm in Northern California. And though Chester Spooner had wanted a son, he never complained. “He never complained about anything,” Janet says. “He and my mom both had the greatest sense of humor and always found the bright side of any situation.” With no sons to mentor, Chet simply turned to his daughters, teaching them all to farm, camp, shoot, and ride. The last was Janet’s favorite, having inherited her father’s love for animals, but it turned out to be a bit of a sticking point between them.

“Horses are expensive – really expensive – and dad was always tight with his money.” She laughs. “If you ever wanted anything that cost money, suddenly his beautiful gift for spotting the silver lining became really frustrating. I remember needing a new brush to groom my horse, and dad wanted to know what was wrong with the old one. Half the bristles were missing, and the rest were splayed out like an old toothbrush, but dad didn’t see it as worn out, he saw it as broken in. Mom and I had to work on him for a week to get a new one. A week! Just for a brush! You can imagine what we had to go through to get the horse in the first place. I’ve never worked harder for anything in my life!”

Her sisters proved to be a bit bothersome at times, as well. “Little girls can be so mean,” she remembers. “We teased each other mercilessly. Of course,” she smiles, “whereas I saw my own actions as completely justified, my sisters were motivated by pure evil. But we were all punished! It was so unfair!”