Celebrating Jan Knode
Jan Knode, that remarkable woman we all love so much, moved on to her next assignment today when God called her home this morning. This blog is a place to celebrate our memories of her, to celebrate her life and loves, and to preserve the memory of her being here. God lent her to us on April 9, 1941 and took her home again on August 3, 2011 in the 71st year of her life. If you would like to share a memory as a post, rather than a comment, email it to me at issan@comcast.net
Jan Knode
Monday, October 17, 2011
Irish Connections
Friday, August 12, 2011
a hole in my life
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
When I am old I shall wear purple
Warning
by Jenny Joseph
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Family!
I remember her telling me of her relationship to the Crockets of Tennessee (yes, THOSE Crockets) and her relatives in the Dakotas and how she suspected that one of her relatives was actually a horse thief. I shared how my grandfather was jailed in Scotland for poaching on the Laird's estate. I recently found a map of Delmar in the late 1800s which showed spots familiar to her family.
She respected families and their fluidity and created new ones wherever she went.
My Friend, Jan
Monday, August 8, 2011
From the Smiths
Barb Rick Zach and Jenny Smith
From Linda Berger
This comes to my mind the moment I say or hear her name.
Kindness
By: Lara Krumwiede
Kindness looks for the ways to help.
Kindness lets a friend go first.
Kindness tries to keep the peace.
Kindness never thinks the worst.
Kindness plays with everyone.
Kindness gives a loving touch.
Kindness speaks with gentle words.
Kindness never takes too much.
Kindness cares and kindness knows.
Kindness shares and kindness shows.