My sympathy to you all. Hope good memories & love surround you.
Hello, my name is Michael hiestand and first met Jane because I was buddies with her son Perry when we were teenagers. I guess I called her Jane because he did.
im getting pretty old and can’t remember everybody I’ve met — plus I can be a little cynical about people anyway.
but I remember her pretty well, because she was so upbeat, had a pretty smile and laughed along with Perry and me when it would have been more logical to laugh at us.
one time in high school we came back from Yosemite have wisely run out of money and hadn’t eaten in a bit. Rather than dwell on our financial mismanagement, she made us piles of food even when Perry and I said we were still hungry and cook she cook us each another whole cow.
another time in high school she lent us her cool old thunderbird so we could take a couple months driving aimlessly around the west. Not exactly a sensible idea although everything ended up fine.
what’s funny to me is I hardly knew her and hadn’t seen her for years. I know she led a good long life and all that, but I distinctly remember her being so likable, patient and had a good sense of humor. Like we’d watch Perry have a few cups of coffee in the morning and he was so high strung he already have sweated thru his shirt. It was funny.
mainly, though, I just remember her as a kind, smart, optimistic, patient person — so much so that even if you hardly knew her you’d remember her decades later.
Such a wonderful, elegant and patient lady. Not every mother would open their home to raft-loads of her son's river buddies weekend upon weekend, turning all outdoor surfaces into wet-suit drying racks and blanketing floor space with sleeping pads. It was an honor to share a fun lunch with Kate, Todd & Perry last October.