this is one of those recipes that works no matter how bad a baker you think you are.
ingredients:
1 box of yellow cake mix
2 cans of pineapple slices in juice --can also use pineapple chunks.
1/2-3/4 cups of brown sugar
1/2 stick of butter
jarred cherries-optional
1. mix cake batter BUT substitute pineapple juice from the can for the water
2. melt butter and pour into the bottom of a flat cake pan (9X13 works best)
3. sprinkle brown sugar over the butter
4. place pineapple slices on top of butter/sugar mixture. Line them up until the pan bottom is completely covered (takes a little over 1 can)
optional step: place cherries in the center holes of each pineapple
5. pour batter on top of pineapples
6. bake as suggested by cake box directions
7. allow cake to cool and then flip it out of pan for show Or just slice it and flip each peice individually
Either way it's very yummy!!!! enjoy
Happy birthday, Jean! love, Sekile
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Spreading Jean's Ashes Part 1
Here is the story:
Hanna and I went out to Land's End this afternoon. Before we left, we watched the DVD of Jean pictures from the memorial. Then I read Hanna my poem. Then we drove out there, on roads Jean and David and I had driven on when we went out a few years ago. Frank and I had driven them a week ago, but the weather was too awful to go out to Land's End, so we skipped that part of the trip.
Hanna took pictures of me by the "first and last" house in England--the western-most house. Three years ago, David and Jean and I stood there and took pictures. Same spot. Beginning and ending, alpha and omega.
Then I went inside and bought a gift to remind us all of the moment. Three gifts, really: one for Watts, one for David, one for me.
Hanna waited, while I walked on. I told Jean I needed some help--I've never spread ashes, never chosen a place or tried to figure out what to think or say or do. I decided to leave the path to get away from people, though there weren't many once I'd left behind the tourist site anyway. But I didn't want to be on a path--I was pretty sure of that.
I picked up a few rocks and wandered, just paying attention. Suddenly I smelled lavender. Really really strong lavender. I looked around, and under my feet were some small purple flowers. I picked one, crushed it and smelled it. It smelled like lavender, like all those summers in France. I looked around, and knew I was in the right place. I could see the sea. I could see the moors. I could see a church in the distance, and the row of ancient rocks long ago stacked by human hands—— rocks that have survived the wind and sun and sea spray on the wild western edge of this end of land. I took pictures of the flowers, and then of the four directions I could see from the crest on which I stood.
Then I took out the ashes. I thought of the four directions, the four elements. I felt the ashes in my palm. Then I faced north, gave the gift of the earth to Jean and the gift of Jean to the earth, and scattered ashes. I faced east, gave the gift of the wind to Jean and the gift of Jean to the wind, and scattered ashes. I faced south, gave the gift of the sun to Jean and the gift of Jean to the sun and scattered ashes. Finally, I faced west--the land's end. The westernmost point of England, the Atlantic ocean. The wind was blowing from the west. I gave the gift of water to Jean and the gift of Jean to the water--to the ocean, to the sun, to the wind, to the earth. I said the words the minister said at her memorial: "Resurrect Jean"--as a celebration of the lives that Jean touched that go on; and I gave her the word I love: Namaste. The light in me acknowledges the light in you.
And then I was finished. I walked back to Hanna, ash on my hands. I told her about the flowers, showed her where they were growing along the path. I crushed one for her so she could smell the lavender. It did not smell like lavender, or like anything. I crushed another. No lavender. I walked farther, picked and crushed another. There was never lavender again. Only in that spot on the curve of the hill, on the the spot where the sea and earth and the sun and the wind met, however briefly. In that right place.
And then Hanna and I walked back to the pubs and the crowds and had some wine, and drank to life and the celebration of life, to lives well lived that go on even after they end.
Thank you, Watts, for giving me the gift of this moment. I feel very much as if I spent the day with Jean, which is better than I could have wished for—— and which was truly a gift.
Hanna and I went out to Land's End this afternoon. Before we left, we watched the DVD of Jean pictures from the memorial. Then I read Hanna my poem. Then we drove out there, on roads Jean and David and I had driven on when we went out a few years ago. Frank and I had driven them a week ago, but the weather was too awful to go out to Land's End, so we skipped that part of the trip.
Hanna took pictures of me by the "first and last" house in England--the western-most house. Three years ago, David and Jean and I stood there and took pictures. Same spot. Beginning and ending, alpha and omega.
Then I went inside and bought a gift to remind us all of the moment. Three gifts, really: one for Watts, one for David, one for me.
Hanna waited, while I walked on. I told Jean I needed some help--I've never spread ashes, never chosen a place or tried to figure out what to think or say or do. I decided to leave the path to get away from people, though there weren't many once I'd left behind the tourist site anyway. But I didn't want to be on a path--I was pretty sure of that.
I picked up a few rocks and wandered, just paying attention. Suddenly I smelled lavender. Really really strong lavender. I looked around, and under my feet were some small purple flowers. I picked one, crushed it and smelled it. It smelled like lavender, like all those summers in France. I looked around, and knew I was in the right place. I could see the sea. I could see the moors. I could see a church in the distance, and the row of ancient rocks long ago stacked by human hands—— rocks that have survived the wind and sun and sea spray on the wild western edge of this end of land. I took pictures of the flowers, and then of the four directions I could see from the crest on which I stood.
Then I took out the ashes. I thought of the four directions, the four elements. I felt the ashes in my palm. Then I faced north, gave the gift of the earth to Jean and the gift of Jean to the earth, and scattered ashes. I faced east, gave the gift of the wind to Jean and the gift of Jean to the wind, and scattered ashes. I faced south, gave the gift of the sun to Jean and the gift of Jean to the sun and scattered ashes. Finally, I faced west--the land's end. The westernmost point of England, the Atlantic ocean. The wind was blowing from the west. I gave the gift of water to Jean and the gift of Jean to the water--to the ocean, to the sun, to the wind, to the earth. I said the words the minister said at her memorial: "Resurrect Jean"--as a celebration of the lives that Jean touched that go on; and I gave her the word I love: Namaste. The light in me acknowledges the light in you.
And then I was finished. I walked back to Hanna, ash on my hands. I told her about the flowers, showed her where they were growing along the path. I crushed one for her so she could smell the lavender. It did not smell like lavender, or like anything. I crushed another. No lavender. I walked farther, picked and crushed another. There was never lavender again. Only in that spot on the curve of the hill, on the the spot where the sea and earth and the sun and the wind met, however briefly. In that right place.
And then Hanna and I walked back to the pubs and the crowds and had some wine, and drank to life and the celebration of life, to lives well lived that go on even after they end.
Thank you, Watts, for giving me the gift of this moment. I feel very much as if I spent the day with Jean, which is better than I could have wished for—— and which was truly a gift.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tear Soup
Helpful ingredients to consider
* a pot full of tears
* one heart willing to be broken open
* a dash of bitters
* a bunch of good friends
* many handfuls of comfort food
* a lot of patience
* buckets of water to replace the tears
* plenty of exercise
* a variety of helpful reading material
* enough self care
* season with memories
* optional; one good therapist and/or support group
Directions:
Choose the size pot that fits your loss. It’s ok to increase the pot size if you miscalculated. Combine ingredients. Set temperature for a moderate heat. Cooking times will vary depending on the ingredients needed. Strong flavors mellow over time. Stir often. Cook no longer than you need to.
Suggestions
* be creative
* trust your instincts
* cry when you want to, laugh when you can
* freeze some to use as a starter for next time
* write your own soup making in a journal so you won’t forget
Serves One FROM TEAR SOUP, a recipe for healing after loss. Available Through Grief Watch By Pat Schwiebert & Chuck DeKlyen Illustrated by Taylor Bills Copyright Grief Watch 2006 www.griefwatch.com
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
A Sermon for the Funeral of Jean Baker
January 26, 2008
The Rev Kit Carlson
http://www.allsaints-el.org/
This is not fair.
It is not fair that we should be here today,
marking the end of Jean Baker’s life on earth.
It’s not fair that Jean,
who was such a good person, such a kind person, such a joyful person,
should have been forced to fight cancer, that terrible disease.
It’s not
fair that Charles and Liz should lose their mother, that Watts should
lose his wife, or that all of us should lose such a beloved friend, in such
an untimely way.
Jean was a person worth keeping around. She was smart – she
earned her Ph.D. in 1992, but she never stopped learning. Even in the
midst of her illness, she continued to counsel students and pursue her
research. In fact, a paper she helped author was published in a
professional journal in the week of her death.
Jean loved her work,
loved her colleagues, loved her students, all the way up to the end.
Jean was deeply grounded in God -- from her earliest days as a
PK -- a priest’s kid -- through long summers at Bement Center Camp,
even to her last days, praying with the Irish Jesuits on the web site
“Sacred Spaces.” She was a devoted mother – worrying about her
children, hoping she would be around long enough to watch them
mature into strong and independent adults.
She was a loving wife, who
adored her husband, and who appreciated every day of their life
together.
It is not fair to lose Jean--her wisdom, her gifts and her love--so
soon. And I think that God won’t mind if we stand here today alongside
Abraham and Job and Jonah and every Biblical character who has ever
called God to account. I think it is all right for us to rage at God and
say, “This is not fair!”
And the answer will come: yes, God knows that this is not fair.
God knows that this is not fair, because God has been here already.
God has suffered, as Jean suffered. God has wept, as we weep today.
There is comfort for us who mourn, comfort in the great mystery
that lies at the heart of the Christian faith … God became a person who
lived and loved and died, just as we do. God knows what Jean went
through. God knows what we are going through right now.
Christians proclaim that in the person of Jesus of Nazareth, God
learned what it means to be a mortal human being. In the person of
Jesus, God stood at the grave of his friend Lazarus, weeping with grief.
In the person of Jesus, God suffered unjustly and died too young. God,
in the person of Jesus, left behind a weeping mother, sorrowing siblings,
and distraught friends.
God knows – right in the core of God’s being – what “not fair”
looks like. And to realize this is to know that God never intended Jean
to suffer. Jean’s illness was not God’s will. God did not wave a magic
wand and give Jean cancer while sparing another person. God did not
withhold some miracle from Jean that another person received. God
did not take Jean away from us. Biology gone terribly, terribly wrong
took Jean away from us.
No, what God did was to walk with Jean through all of it. God
walked by Jean’s side in good times and in bad. God was there with her
when she met Watts, there when she got her Ph.D., there at the birth of
her children, there with her when she developed cancer. Every single
day, God walked with Jean and strengthened her to meet each new
challenge.
And I believe that compassionate, companioning God wept with
Jean when she wept, suffered when she suffered, laughed when she
laughed, and rejoiced in her rejoicing. As that compassionate,
companioning God does for us today.
But there is more to the mystery of our faith than simply believing
that God knows what we are going through, and that God walks with us
throughout our lives. The deeper mystery of our faith is that by living
and loving and dying like us, God transformed our humanity. When
Jesus Christ died and rose again, we discovered that death does not get
the last word. On days like this it is easy to think that life’s not fair, but
in the end, God gets the last laugh on “not fair.” God’s mercy, God’s
love, and God’s life are larger than our mortality.
And so, we believe that in death, life is changed, not ended. Jean’s
life goes on, hidden in Christ, but connected to us still. Her sickness is
healed; her pain is gone. Her tears are dried; her joy is made complete.
And we will share that with her someday. We will be reunited with her,
caught up in the greater, overflowing love of God that sustains us all.
This is what we Christians call the resurrected life. And it does
not begin when we die. It does not begin at some final judgment day.
Jean’s resurrected life began the day she took her first breath. Alive
with the spirit of Christ burning inside of her, Jean lived the reality of
resurrection every day -- in her prayer life, in her professional life, in
her family life. She lived it with every laugh, every joke, every tear,
every embrace. She lived it as she knitted socks. She lived it as she
cooked a meal. She lived it as she held her children.
Jean has always been resurrected. Jean is resurrected. Jean will
be resurrected. Christ has always held her life tenderly, lovingly, in the
palm of his hand. That life can never really end.
But the life she lived here on earth has ended. She no longer
walks among us, speaks to us, laughs with us. Not in her own
independent flesh, at any rate. But we too can share in her resurrection.
We can resurrect her in our lives, in our memories, in the way we go
about our work and our play.
To her students, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your
curiosity and commitment to your studies.
To her colleagues, I say …
resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your care and dedication and
passionate energy for the work that you and she did together.
To her
friends and extended family, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in
your ability to listen with an open heart, to laugh with a wide-open
smile.
To her children, to Liz and Charles, I say … resurrect your
mother. Resurrect her by becoming the people she raised you to be, the
people she believed you to be. She brought you into this world to be a
gift to the world. Be that gift. Be that continuation of everything that
was good and wise and strong in her.
And to Watts, I say … resurrect Jean. You knew her the best of
all, and you know best how to manifest her joy, her passion, her wisdom
in this world. Don’t get stuck in the past, but carry all of that
wonderful Jean Baker brilliance forward, into the future, into the rest
of what life has to show you.
It is a paradox, really. In the midst of death, we celebrate Jean’s
life. In the midst of our grief, we sing and laugh with joy at having
known her. In the midst of our darkness, we proclaim an unquenchable
light.
It is the mystery and paradox of the Christian life, the mystery
and paradox Jean lived every day, the mystery and paradox that will be
proclaimed at the end of this service when we make our final farewells,
with the great prayer of Commendation,
All of us go down to the dust, yet even at the grave, we make our
song.
Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
Amen.
January 26, 2008
The Rev Kit Carlson
http://www.allsaints-el.org/
This is not fair.
It is not fair that we should be here today,
marking the end of Jean Baker’s life on earth.
It’s not fair that Jean,
who was such a good person, such a kind person, such a joyful person,
should have been forced to fight cancer, that terrible disease.
It’s not
fair that Charles and Liz should lose their mother, that Watts should
lose his wife, or that all of us should lose such a beloved friend, in such
an untimely way.
Jean was a person worth keeping around. She was smart – she
earned her Ph.D. in 1992, but she never stopped learning. Even in the
midst of her illness, she continued to counsel students and pursue her
research. In fact, a paper she helped author was published in a
professional journal in the week of her death.
Jean loved her work,
loved her colleagues, loved her students, all the way up to the end.
Jean was deeply grounded in God -- from her earliest days as a
PK -- a priest’s kid -- through long summers at Bement Center Camp,
even to her last days, praying with the Irish Jesuits on the web site
“Sacred Spaces.” She was a devoted mother – worrying about her
children, hoping she would be around long enough to watch them
mature into strong and independent adults.
She was a loving wife, who
adored her husband, and who appreciated every day of their life
together.
It is not fair to lose Jean--her wisdom, her gifts and her love--so
soon. And I think that God won’t mind if we stand here today alongside
Abraham and Job and Jonah and every Biblical character who has ever
called God to account. I think it is all right for us to rage at God and
say, “This is not fair!”
And the answer will come: yes, God knows that this is not fair.
God knows that this is not fair, because God has been here already.
God has suffered, as Jean suffered. God has wept, as we weep today.
There is comfort for us who mourn, comfort in the great mystery
that lies at the heart of the Christian faith … God became a person who
lived and loved and died, just as we do. God knows what Jean went
through. God knows what we are going through right now.
Christians proclaim that in the person of Jesus of Nazareth, God
learned what it means to be a mortal human being. In the person of
Jesus, God stood at the grave of his friend Lazarus, weeping with grief.
In the person of Jesus, God suffered unjustly and died too young. God,
in the person of Jesus, left behind a weeping mother, sorrowing siblings,
and distraught friends.
God knows – right in the core of God’s being – what “not fair”
looks like. And to realize this is to know that God never intended Jean
to suffer. Jean’s illness was not God’s will. God did not wave a magic
wand and give Jean cancer while sparing another person. God did not
withhold some miracle from Jean that another person received. God
did not take Jean away from us. Biology gone terribly, terribly wrong
took Jean away from us.
No, what God did was to walk with Jean through all of it. God
walked by Jean’s side in good times and in bad. God was there with her
when she met Watts, there when she got her Ph.D., there at the birth of
her children, there with her when she developed cancer. Every single
day, God walked with Jean and strengthened her to meet each new
challenge.
And I believe that compassionate, companioning God wept with
Jean when she wept, suffered when she suffered, laughed when she
laughed, and rejoiced in her rejoicing. As that compassionate,
companioning God does for us today.
But there is more to the mystery of our faith than simply believing
that God knows what we are going through, and that God walks with us
throughout our lives. The deeper mystery of our faith is that by living
and loving and dying like us, God transformed our humanity. When
Jesus Christ died and rose again, we discovered that death does not get
the last word. On days like this it is easy to think that life’s not fair, but
in the end, God gets the last laugh on “not fair.” God’s mercy, God’s
love, and God’s life are larger than our mortality.
And so, we believe that in death, life is changed, not ended. Jean’s
life goes on, hidden in Christ, but connected to us still. Her sickness is
healed; her pain is gone. Her tears are dried; her joy is made complete.
And we will share that with her someday. We will be reunited with her,
caught up in the greater, overflowing love of God that sustains us all.
This is what we Christians call the resurrected life. And it does
not begin when we die. It does not begin at some final judgment day.
Jean’s resurrected life began the day she took her first breath. Alive
with the spirit of Christ burning inside of her, Jean lived the reality of
resurrection every day -- in her prayer life, in her professional life, in
her family life. She lived it with every laugh, every joke, every tear,
every embrace. She lived it as she knitted socks. She lived it as she
cooked a meal. She lived it as she held her children.
Jean has always been resurrected. Jean is resurrected. Jean will
be resurrected. Christ has always held her life tenderly, lovingly, in the
palm of his hand. That life can never really end.
But the life she lived here on earth has ended. She no longer
walks among us, speaks to us, laughs with us. Not in her own
independent flesh, at any rate. But we too can share in her resurrection.
We can resurrect her in our lives, in our memories, in the way we go
about our work and our play.
To her students, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your
curiosity and commitment to your studies.
To her colleagues, I say …
resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your care and dedication and
passionate energy for the work that you and she did together.
To her
friends and extended family, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in
your ability to listen with an open heart, to laugh with a wide-open
smile.
To her children, to Liz and Charles, I say … resurrect your
mother. Resurrect her by becoming the people she raised you to be, the
people she believed you to be. She brought you into this world to be a
gift to the world. Be that gift. Be that continuation of everything that
was good and wise and strong in her.
And to Watts, I say … resurrect Jean. You knew her the best of
all, and you know best how to manifest her joy, her passion, her wisdom
in this world. Don’t get stuck in the past, but carry all of that
wonderful Jean Baker brilliance forward, into the future, into the rest
of what life has to show you.
It is a paradox, really. In the midst of death, we celebrate Jean’s
life. In the midst of our grief, we sing and laugh with joy at having
known her. In the midst of our darkness, we proclaim an unquenchable
light.
It is the mystery and paradox of the Christian life, the mystery
and paradox Jean lived every day, the mystery and paradox that will be
proclaimed at the end of this service when we make our final farewells,
with the great prayer of Commendation,
All of us go down to the dust, yet even at the grave, we make our
song.
Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
Amen.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Joy of Jean
Dear Watts, Liz and Charles,
As I sit in Seattle with my Saturday morning cup of tea, my thoughts are with you as you gather together with your family and friends.
For a glorious year, twenty-six years ago, both Jean and my paths converged.
I was Jean’s roommate in Chicago when she met Watts – What joy!
I was in Chicago to spend a year at Erikson Institute, my lovely husband would stay in Seattle. At the age of 36 I had the opportunity to be a full time student for a year, with no other responsibilities other than to immerse myself in the world of academe! – What joy!
This was a dream come true - certainly something that I as an 11-year-old girl who had failed her 11+ exam in England could not possibly have imagined.
But I needed a place to live – the folks at Erikson kindly gave me Jean’s number. After introductions and confirmation that there was still a bedroom available at the Harper Avenue apartment, our conversation went something like this….
Me: So I like to drink wine
Jean: Me too!
Me: I smoke a little
Jean: Me too! (That was 26 years ago!)
Jean: I have a cat
Me: Me too! (Not really – actually we had a dog)
Jean: Well, I think we’ll get along just fine
Me: Me too!
The apartment was empty when I arrived, but later in the day the key turned and this burst of energy and light came through the door and gave me a huge hug – I knew we would get along just fine.
We had a few other things in common, we both liked to cook – I had brought my favorite chef’s knife with me and Jean had tons of cookbooks. Can’t remember what we ate, just remember hanging out in the kitchen sitting around a rather “ratty” looking Formica table having good laughs and conversation.
Oh and mustn’t forget Monty Python and Princess Di gossip.
All right on to the good stuff – when Jean met Watts.
To be honest, it’s a bit of a blur, actually more like a whirlwind!
I remember Jean coming home a couple of weeks after I had moved in and she couldn’t stop talking about this guy from Oklahoma who was a student at the Lutheran seminary. What I also remember is that ... “she couldn’t stop talking about him!!”
Things were pretty quiet around the apartment for the next month or so as I settled in to my new adventure and saw Jean briefly as she embarked on hers. Actually it was more like her flying through the apartment with occasional landings at the kitchen table. – What joy!
Then one evening Jean asked Watts home for dinner – well what can I say –I can tell you that the kitchen was pretty hot that night, Jean was completely “over the moon” and Watts was “totally enamored”.
You all have known them more years than I; but from the beginning there was really something wonderful, wacky and perfectly balanced about this pair. I also knew things were getting serious when Watts gave Jean a Cuisenarte for Christmas.
The year was full to overflowing with cognitive and emotional dissonance for both of us – What joy!
With all these ingredients how could the end result not be absolutely delicious? – A Marriage for Jean and a Masters for Me!
Our paths have crossed briefly since then mostly with Christmas cards and the occasional phone call but the essence of that year is truly well embedded in my heart and soul.
It was an absolute joy to have Jean in my life for a year.
All my love to you.
If you’re ever in Seattle give us a call, the kettle’s always on and there’s plenty of room around the kitchen table.
Love & Peace
Jennifer
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Knitting with Jean
Besides all these amazing professional and personal talents, Jean was a fine knitter. It was just last year that she joined us at All Saints' Prayer Shawl Knitters a few times. When Jean was present, the conversations were somehow deeper, more articulate, more alive! Jean shared her knowledge and joy in knitting socks for family feet and we enjoyed fingering her beautiful works in progress. That Watts gave us the gift of finishing a pair just knits you into us a little more. We are so grateful for the times we shared. Please know that when we meet in the coming months (maybe years) and sit in the chapel circle meditatively knitting in front of Meister Bertram's painting of " The Madonna Knitting Christ's Seamless Garment", we will remember you, Jean, and we'll also hold Charles, Liz, and Watts in our prayers.
Nancy Spates
Nancy Spates
Sunday, January 20, 2008
A Memory to Share
Although Jean's death was painful for all of us, it reminded me of a memory that I'd like to share. I knew of Jean, through her articles etc., before I actually met her. So I was a little intimidated when I first met her through our work with the state school psych. association. However, I quickly developed an affinity to match my respect when she flatly stated during one of our first conversations about an idea - "Matt, that dog don't hunt!" She was always positive, cheerful, and insightful. I very much enjoyed conversations about her children and advice from her about mine.
A few months after we met I attended one of the Trainers of School Psychology receptions at a national conference (NASP). I was a new assistant professor at a relatively small program, so when I walked into the room I did not know a single person. I awkwardly walked around and was ready to leave when Jean came bouncing up to me. It wasn't quite a run, but it was rapid movement that was clearly an emergency response. She smiled and said "Let me introduce you to some people," then wrapped her arm around mine while clasping my hand in hers. Remember, this was a woman that I had only fairly recently met and could count on one hand the number of times I had talked to her. I must have responded with some physical note of surprise because she stopped, smiled at me like the way you smile at a child who has done something wrong but was so ridiculous in their actions that you find more humor in the act then offense, patted my hand and said "Oh don't worry, I've had a few glasses of wine." She then took me around and introduced me to every person in the room.
I honestly don't remember a single person to which she introduced me that day, but I'll never forget that altruistic act of personal generosity. My heart absolutely breaks for her family, friends, and everyone that she touched, but I'm sincerely thankful that I knew her well enough to experience the pain that her loss brings.
A few months after we met I attended one of the Trainers of School Psychology receptions at a national conference (NASP). I was a new assistant professor at a relatively small program, so when I walked into the room I did not know a single person. I awkwardly walked around and was ready to leave when Jean came bouncing up to me. It wasn't quite a run, but it was rapid movement that was clearly an emergency response. She smiled and said "Let me introduce you to some people," then wrapped her arm around mine while clasping my hand in hers. Remember, this was a woman that I had only fairly recently met and could count on one hand the number of times I had talked to her. I must have responded with some physical note of surprise because she stopped, smiled at me like the way you smile at a child who has done something wrong but was so ridiculous in their actions that you find more humor in the act then offense, patted my hand and said "Oh don't worry, I've had a few glasses of wine." She then took me around and introduced me to every person in the room.
I honestly don't remember a single person to which she introduced me that day, but I'll never forget that altruistic act of personal generosity. My heart absolutely breaks for her family, friends, and everyone that she touched, but I'm sincerely thankful that I knew her well enough to experience the pain that her loss brings.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Jean Baker: A School Psychology Leader
Dear Family, Friends, and Colleagues of Jean:
Jean has had a great impact on school psychology, and she touched many of us, both professionally and personally. School psychology has benefited---and will continue to benefit--- from Jean’s tremendous work. Due to her influential research, scholarship, mentorship, and leadership in school psychology, in 2007 she was selected to be a member of the Society for the Study of School Psychology, one of the organizations that will deeply miss Jean.
We send our sympathies and join you in celebrating Jean’s life. We will greatly miss Jean and her scholarly contributions, professional expertise and dedication, and warm and competent leadership.
Patti Harrison
President, SSSP
Jean has had a great impact on school psychology, and she touched many of us, both professionally and personally. School psychology has benefited---and will continue to benefit--- from Jean’s tremendous work. Due to her influential research, scholarship, mentorship, and leadership in school psychology, in 2007 she was selected to be a member of the Society for the Study of School Psychology, one of the organizations that will deeply miss Jean.
We send our sympathies and join you in celebrating Jean’s life. We will greatly miss Jean and her scholarly contributions, professional expertise and dedication, and warm and competent leadership.
Patti Harrison
President, SSSP
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Jean Ann Baker 1958 * 2008
Jean Ann Baker, Ph.D.
Jean Ann Baker left this world peacefully on January 10, 2008, after a courageous battle with cancer.
Jean was born February 18, 1958, in
As illustrious as her professional life was, Jean valued most her family and friends. She leaves her loving husband Watts Rozell, and her children Elizabeth and Charles, all of
Jean’s life was filled with good food, good wine, travel, the arts, the outdoors, her cats and dogs, laughter, music, books, heartfelt conversation, and adventurous living. She had especially fond memories of Bement Center Camp in
A memorial service will be held on January 26th , at 11:00, at All Saints Episcopal Church in
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
A Beautiful person inside and out.
Although my time with Jean was short, I liked her very much from the start. I met her for the first time at her sisters Wedding . I found her warm , friendly and very funny. I enjoyed her company so much. She was a great story teller and it was fun to hear the stories of her and all her cousins back at the Camp in Maine.
Watts had been keeping me up-dated via email. Unfortunately I do not check my email very often and was very sadden to learn of her passing. Thank you Watts you are kind to include me.
I feel very lucky to have met her and was able to spend time with her and her family . They are wonderful people and I will remember her and that time in my heart always. She was a great lady that had it all, and she will be dearly missed.
Prayers and Sympathy to you and your Family.
Kellie
Watts had been keeping me up-dated via email. Unfortunately I do not check my email very often and was very sadden to learn of her passing. Thank you Watts you are kind to include me.
I feel very lucky to have met her and was able to spend time with her and her family . They are wonderful people and I will remember her and that time in my heart always. She was a great lady that had it all, and she will be dearly missed.
Prayers and Sympathy to you and your Family.
Kellie
Monday, January 14, 2008
Recipient
We had been asked, as practicing school psychologists, to say a few words about our profession to an audience of persons considering applying to the school psychology program. It was easy to be enthusiastic about such a fine topic. When the room emptied out at the end, I found Jean sitting alone at the back, processing papers related to the session. I was aware of her diagnosis, and her return to work. I desperately wanted to say something supportive, but the words left me. I finally asked her if I could give her a hug. With a giggle, she said yes. It was a just a brief hug, but one I will never forget. I wished I could transmit every bit of good fortune to her; perhaps she felt that energy. But the reassurance in her hug to me made me realize that she had arranged it that I was the greater recipient.
Jim Somers
Jim Somers
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Thank you Jean.
Jean meant a great deal to me and truly touched my life in profoundly
positive ways. She graciously welcomed me as an undergraduate into
her research team and made an extraordinary effort to include me in
and introduce me to the experience of being a graduate student in the
School Psychology program, including inviting both my boyfriend and
myself into her home for a School Ecology dinner. I looked forward
to meetings with Jean as she always approached our research findings
and progress with very genuine enthusiasm and interest. I cannot
imagine MSU’s School Psychology program without Jean but am reassured
that the program she helped to build will forever carry her incredible
marks of kindness, compassion and dedication to obtaining and
furthering knowledge. As I prepare to begin my graduate studies I will
undoubtedly benefit from everything I have learned both directly and
indirectly from Jean. I hope to continue to do work that Jean would
be proud of and I hope to mature both professionally and personally
into an individual of whom Jean would be proud.
positive ways. She graciously welcomed me as an undergraduate into
her research team and made an extraordinary effort to include me in
and introduce me to the experience of being a graduate student in the
School Psychology program, including inviting both my boyfriend and
myself into her home for a School Ecology dinner. I looked forward
to meetings with Jean as she always approached our research findings
and progress with very genuine enthusiasm and interest. I cannot
imagine MSU’s School Psychology program without Jean but am reassured
that the program she helped to build will forever carry her incredible
marks of kindness, compassion and dedication to obtaining and
furthering knowledge. As I prepare to begin my graduate studies I will
undoubtedly benefit from everything I have learned both directly and
indirectly from Jean. I hope to continue to do work that Jean would
be proud of and I hope to mature both professionally and personally
into an individual of whom Jean would be proud.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Swapping Kid Stories
Jean's office used to be across the hall from mine. Our kids used to go to the Athens Montessori School and our sons were young when Jean lived here in GA. Just about every day Jean and I would swap some fantastically whimsical and utterly hilarious insight that one of our sons had conjured up. She and I would laugh until we were practically rolling around the floor over something one of them had said or did. I sometimes couldn't wait to share these stories with Jean. I would squirrel them away until the next time I saw her. She was a GREAT appreciator of such stories and a keen observer of children. After she left, I really missed having someone to swap my kid stories with. She always got the mirth in them. Best wishes to her family during this difficult time.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Jean crossed over from this realm to the next last evening at 10:45. Her brother-in-law Earl and I had the honor of caring for her the last few days of her earthly life -Earl had the day shift and I the night shift. Her transition was peaceful and easy with family, friends, and pets around her, classical cello playing, the fireplace ablaze, and her aquarium active. Watts and a close friend had just poured a drink and as they toasted her and clinked their glasses, she drew her last breath. Her timing was perfect, as always!! Watts then led a ceremony which included The Lord's Prayer, Amazing Grace, reading of a favorite poem - "Let Evening Come" by Jane Kenyon, cleansing and then surrounding her body with rose petals, and the sharing of wine and stories - a very special send off for a truly special lady!! This is a time for celebration, as her physical challenges have ended and she has entered into joy, peace, and light. Trudy
Bless your family
In the recent days I've come to enjoy reading about the life and times of our dear Jean. I opened "cooking with jean" today to find that she has journeyed home. My heart aches--with sadness that I won't get to ever thank her for being part of my journey. It also aches with joy that our paths crossed. Bless your family and may peace be with you.
You are in out thoughts and prayers
Butch,
News has reached us here in Oklahoma as our hearts are saddened by the passing of Jean. She brought a smile into the room each time she entered and I will cherish the time we spent with her last December at Betty's Birthday party. Know we are praying for you and your entire family as you take the journey God has laid before you in the coming days, weeks, months and years.
Cheryl Lynn, and family
Uncle Wayne, and Aunt Karen
Gary, Lorri and Family
News has reached us here in Oklahoma as our hearts are saddened by the passing of Jean. She brought a smile into the room each time she entered and I will cherish the time we spent with her last December at Betty's Birthday party. Know we are praying for you and your entire family as you take the journey God has laid before you in the coming days, weeks, months and years.
Cheryl Lynn, and family
Uncle Wayne, and Aunt Karen
Gary, Lorri and Family
Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted"
God saw you getting tired,
when a cure was not to be;
He closed his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to Me".
In tears we saw you sinking,
we watched you fade away.
Our hearts were almost broken,
you fought so hard to stay
But when we saw you sleeping,
so peacefully, free from pain
We could not wish you back,
to suffer so again.
So keep your arms around Jean,
Lord, and give her special care,
Make up for all she suffered,
and all that seemed unfair.
when a cure was not to be;
He closed his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to Me".
In tears we saw you sinking,
we watched you fade away.
Our hearts were almost broken,
you fought so hard to stay
But when we saw you sleeping,
so peacefully, free from pain
We could not wish you back,
to suffer so again.
So keep your arms around Jean,
Lord, and give her special care,
Make up for all she suffered,
and all that seemed unfair.
I appreciate your wisdom
I did not have the pleasure of knowing Jean over a long period of time. I had seen her work in the research literature and have a vivid memory of seeing her elegant profile for the first time, although I am not sure if this occurred at a meeting of the American Psychological Association or the Council of Directors of School Psychology Programs. We also interacted at various school psychology events.
I got to know Jean well in 2007, when I was president of Division 16 (school psychology) of APA and Jean was President Elect. This was one of the more difficult years in Division 16's history. Jean's quiet confidence, calm demeanor, insightful comments, and hard work allowed the Division to navigate the stormy seas and come out on the other side intact.
It was never clear to those of us on the Division EC that this was also one of the toughest years in Jean's personal journey, as she never complained and never made her condition an issue. Jean is a warm and supportive colleague who all of us could lean on when we needed to. My thoughts, prayers, and strength are with Jean and her family, now and always.
Frank C. Worrell
I got to know Jean well in 2007, when I was president of Division 16 (school psychology) of APA and Jean was President Elect. This was one of the more difficult years in Division 16's history. Jean's quiet confidence, calm demeanor, insightful comments, and hard work allowed the Division to navigate the stormy seas and come out on the other side intact.
It was never clear to those of us on the Division EC that this was also one of the toughest years in Jean's personal journey, as she never complained and never made her condition an issue. Jean is a warm and supportive colleague who all of us could lean on when we needed to. My thoughts, prayers, and strength are with Jean and her family, now and always.
Frank C. Worrell
Thursday, January 10, 2008
PHOTO OF JEAN AND BUTCH
I wanted to share this wonderful photo of Jean and Butch. This was taken at mother's 80th birthday party just a year ago.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you now.
Love you always
Ann & Randy
I PRAY FOR PEACE BE WITH HER
I HAD NEVER HEARD THE WORD BLOG BEFORE I GOT THIS INVITE FROM WATTS ...TRIED SEVERAL TIMES TO GET ON TO IT ,IT WOULD NOT ACCEPT MY PASSWORD.!!!..SINCE THEN I HAVE HEARD THE WORD SEVERAL TIME ON TV..AFTER A PHONE CALL LAST NITE FROM WATTS,HE SAID SEND ME THE LETTER AND HE WOULD PUT IT IN SO HERE GOES !!!! `
AS MOST OF YOU KNOW JEANS MOM WAS MY OLDEST SISTER FRANCES.. WE STAYED CLOSE OVER THE YEARS .SO WAS ALWAYS IN TOUCH WITH TRUDY AND JEAN ..EVEN AFTER FRAN PASSED AWAY NOV.10,2005 ,AFTER HEART SURGERY.. YEARS AGO AFTER I MOVED FROM BANGOR ,ME TO NEW HAMPSHIRE..THEY ALWAYS STOPPED TO VISIT ON WAY TO GRAMMY AND GRAMPIES CAMP IN MAINE ..MOST OF TIMES IN THE SUMMER THEY WOULD TAKE MY NOREEN WITH THEM TO PLAY WITH THE GIRLS ..WHEN I READ NOREENS BLOG ,WAS A BIT SURPRISED TO READ THE GIRLS WOULD JUMP OFF THE ROW BOAT NAKED !!! GOD FORBID !!! NO HARM DONE I GUESS...THEY ALWAYS ENJOYED BEING TOGETHER..ONE SUMMER WHEN THEY LIVED IN ATHOL MASS.NOREEN SPENT A MO. WITH THEM..SO WE SAW THEM ALOT OVER THE YEARS..WE ATTENDED BOTH OF THE GIRLS WEDDINGS IN WORCESTER ..MASS. WHEN JEAN MOVED TO ATHENS GA. VISTED HER FAMILY MANY TIMES WHEN I VISITED MY DAUGHTER DEBBIE WHO LIVED IN GA. JEAN AND WATTS ALWAYS WELCOMED US WITH OPEN ARMS .. THEY WERE HOST AND HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTESS.!!! AFTER JEAN ACCEPTED HER GREAT JOB IN MICHIGAN .FRAN AND JACK MOVED TO FL TO BE NEAR TRUDY AND WARM CLIMATE ..JEAN AND FAMILY VISITED MANY TIME AT HOLIDAYS ,AND THEY ALWAYS INVITED ME TO BE WITH THEM ..SO I GOT TO SEE THEM ALL QUITE OFTEN .I LIVE IN FL IN THE WINTER MONTHS . WHEN TRUDY MADE PLANS TO GET MARRIED ,JEAN WAS SUCH A BIG HELP TO HER .. THE DAY OF THE WEDDING JEAN WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WALKING DOWN THE ISLE IN HER LOVELY LAVENDER LONG GOWN.. AS TRUDY FOLLOWED IN A BEAUTIFUL PINK GOWN .THE WEDDING WAS SO LOVELY..AFTER THE BRIDE AND GROOM LEFT THE RECEPTION .. JEAN AND WATTS TOOK OVER ,AND ALSO PLANNED A SUNDAY BRUNCH,FOR ALL THE COUSINS ,MY NEICES AND NEPHEWS .SOME THAT HADNT SEEN EACH OTHER IN YEARS !!! OF COURSE I WAS THE ONLY AUNT ,AND WAS SO PROUD OF IT !!! TRUDY AND DREW HAD ME FOR THANKSGIVING THIS YEAR ALSO.. WE WERE VERY SAD THAT JEAN AND FAMILY COULD NOT BE WITH US .. I PRAY FOR PEACE BE WITH HER .. FRAN AND JACK WILL BE WAITING WITH OPEN ARMS SOME DAY.AND WILL ALL HAVE COCKTAIL HOUR IN HEAVEN TOGETHER !!! GOD BLESS HER GREAT FAMILY!!!! LOTS OF LOVE AUNT HELEN
Thanks for the Inspiration.
What can I say about the woman who first inspired me to join the field of school psychology? When I entered your office, a lost junior undergrad soul trying to figure out what the heck to do with my life, I had no idea what I was in for. The way you talked about your profession would probably have made a millionaire who spends his days teaching orphans to surf in Hawaii and rescuing puppies want to change career paths! This wasn’t unlike any other day and I know your it wasn’t just an act trying to get new recruits J. I admire your passion for work and for life and your never-changing positive disposition. You always seemed to have achieved that perfect balance so many of us struggle with while juggling the demands of a profession, a strong family life, and deep friendships, all the while never forgetting to have fun. In my first year having a real job, I can appreciate that more than ever. We could sure use a few more of you around to remind us of what’s important when day-to-day mundane details tip that balance over too far. Although I’ll always wish I had had more time to learn from you (maybe the PhD. program would have been a good option for me after all), I am thankful for the professional skills you taught me but more importantly, for those life lessons you may not have realize you imparted; they really stuck.
Love,
Caroline
Love,
Caroline
At the Botanical Garden
In the summer of 2006, Watts and Jean visited us in Georgia, and we all made a day of it at the Atlanta Botanical Garden. We were strolling through the outdoor exhibits when the sight of another visitor stopped us in our tracks: it was a vision of Jean, years (or decades) in the future, a smiling, aged face framed by Jean's trademark frizzy curls, only this time, they were white. Jean and the older woman stopped to chat and laugh, each recognizing her similarity in the other. Who knows? They might have been related -- they both had ancestors from Scotland. It was a special moment.
Later, Jean posed for Watts inside the mirrored interior of a sculpture on the grounds.We finished up with an afternoon breakfast at the Flying Biscuit.
Jean pronounced it a lovely day. And it was.
--Terry and Sylvia Goggin
You bring added depth to the meaning of "colleague"
Dear Jean,
A love the word "colleague." Whenever I say it, I am reminded that as
faculty members we have the opportunity to not only work with our fellow
faculty members, but learn from them, support them, feel supported, and work
together toward common goals. For me the term "colleague" brings to mind
respect, commitment, and common purpose. Jean, I think of all these aspects
of "colleague" --and more--when I think of you. You bring added depth to the
meaning of "colleague"--someone with such deep interest and concern for
others, your wonderful humility, your enthusiasm for innovation and
creativity in your teaching, the example you set of how being a professor
means setting an example and making contributions that affect in the deepest
way the lives of others.
Running into you on the fourth floor hall of Erickson is always such a
treat, involving a lovely little chat, usually comparing notes about our
children. Your laughter, kindness, and vitality always make the day sparkle!
I also appreciate the way your commitment to your students and your
profession is woven so seamlessly into your daily life.
It is my privilege to know you as a very special and valued colleague and
friend. Whenever I say the word "colleague", you will be in my thoughts.
with gratitude and fondness,
Ann
A love the word "colleague." Whenever I say it, I am reminded that as
faculty members we have the opportunity to not only work with our fellow
faculty members, but learn from them, support them, feel supported, and work
together toward common goals. For me the term "colleague" brings to mind
respect, commitment, and common purpose. Jean, I think of all these aspects
of "colleague" --and more--when I think of you. You bring added depth to the
meaning of "colleague"--someone with such deep interest and concern for
others, your wonderful humility, your enthusiasm for innovation and
creativity in your teaching, the example you set of how being a professor
means setting an example and making contributions that affect in the deepest
way the lives of others.
Running into you on the fourth floor hall of Erickson is always such a
treat, involving a lovely little chat, usually comparing notes about our
children. Your laughter, kindness, and vitality always make the day sparkle!
I also appreciate the way your commitment to your students and your
profession is woven so seamlessly into your daily life.
It is my privilege to know you as a very special and valued colleague and
friend. Whenever I say the word "colleague", you will be in my thoughts.
with gratitude and fondness,
Ann
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Ya'll come on in and sit back and relax
My friend Jean is one of the most precious gifts that my husband Terry ever gave me. Terry's close relationship with Watts, while they were students at OSU, was the catalyst that brought us all together after marriage -- and what a wonderful relationship it is.
I have three great memories for Cooking with Jean.
1) When Watts and Jean still lived in Athens, they invited our family to a birthday party for their dog Brownie. Of course we brought our dog Yoshi, who was the older gentleman of the doggie set. All afternoon when the young pups would start rough-housing, Yoshi would get right in the middle of the activity and start barking. His barking sent the younger dogs off to opposing corners of the yard where they stood for several minutes with their heads cocked quizzically as if wondering why they had been banished. After several minutes the games would begin again. This activity filled the afternoon until Jean brought out the doggie cake, which happened to be a couple of pounds of dog food that she had artfully molded in a bone shape. Thankfully there was wonderful people food too.
2) When Watts and Jean left Athens for Michigan, they made a stop at our house for a couple of days before heading north. I remember how very tired they were when they arrived in Atlanta about 10:00 in the evening. As they came through the door, I think we gave them a drink and set them down to lemon pasta, salad and warm bread. It was the beginning of a wonderful weekend of fun, laughs and relaxing recovery. We spent most of the weekend lounging in our pajamas and shorts, reading, drinking, and eating, as Jean and Watts worked up the energy to hit the road to Michigan.
That was also the weekend we discovered that our younger son had drunk our liquor and refilled the bottles with water, all because Watts' gin and tonic had no punch, just a little tonic and lime flavor.
3) This past summer Terry and I visited Watts and Jean for 4-5 days of the loveliest vacation we have had in a long time. Watts had planned a Tom Sawyer adventure for Terry in cleaning and whitewashing the fence. While they worked outside, I enjoyed having Jean's big kitchen to cook in. I made loads of chicken peanut stew, and beef stroganoff to put in the freezer. I think the Rozells are probably still trying to empty the freezer of my over-zealous cooking spree.
Throughout these simple little adventures with Watts and Jean, the most wonderful and enduring bond is the relaxed friendship that we share. Jean has always embodied such peacefulness, even in the middle of illness, chaos, and moving. We have spent hours laughing over the similarities in our husbands, whom I have lovingly dubbed the Oklahoma Clones. We have giggled and fretted over our children and the choices they make in their lives. Jean with her wealth of knowledge always has the right perspective on the situation and is always correct in the outcome. My life has been truly blessed to have such great friends to love and to share with as we go through all the mountains and valleys that stand in the paths we walk.
Keep joyfully walking, my friends,
Love---Sylvia
I have three great memories for Cooking with Jean.
1) When Watts and Jean still lived in Athens, they invited our family to a birthday party for their dog Brownie. Of course we brought our dog Yoshi, who was the older gentleman of the doggie set. All afternoon when the young pups would start rough-housing, Yoshi would get right in the middle of the activity and start barking. His barking sent the younger dogs off to opposing corners of the yard where they stood for several minutes with their heads cocked quizzically as if wondering why they had been banished. After several minutes the games would begin again. This activity filled the afternoon until Jean brought out the doggie cake, which happened to be a couple of pounds of dog food that she had artfully molded in a bone shape. Thankfully there was wonderful people food too.
2) When Watts and Jean left Athens for Michigan, they made a stop at our house for a couple of days before heading north. I remember how very tired they were when they arrived in Atlanta about 10:00 in the evening. As they came through the door, I think we gave them a drink and set them down to lemon pasta, salad and warm bread. It was the beginning of a wonderful weekend of fun, laughs and relaxing recovery. We spent most of the weekend lounging in our pajamas and shorts, reading, drinking, and eating, as Jean and Watts worked up the energy to hit the road to Michigan.
That was also the weekend we discovered that our younger son had drunk our liquor and refilled the bottles with water, all because Watts' gin and tonic had no punch, just a little tonic and lime flavor.
3) This past summer Terry and I visited Watts and Jean for 4-5 days of the loveliest vacation we have had in a long time. Watts had planned a Tom Sawyer adventure for Terry in cleaning and whitewashing the fence. While they worked outside, I enjoyed having Jean's big kitchen to cook in. I made loads of chicken peanut stew, and beef stroganoff to put in the freezer. I think the Rozells are probably still trying to empty the freezer of my over-zealous cooking spree.
Throughout these simple little adventures with Watts and Jean, the most wonderful and enduring bond is the relaxed friendship that we share. Jean has always embodied such peacefulness, even in the middle of illness, chaos, and moving. We have spent hours laughing over the similarities in our husbands, whom I have lovingly dubbed the Oklahoma Clones. We have giggled and fretted over our children and the choices they make in their lives. Jean with her wealth of knowledge always has the right perspective on the situation and is always correct in the outcome. My life has been truly blessed to have such great friends to love and to share with as we go through all the mountains and valleys that stand in the paths we walk.
Keep joyfully walking, my friends,
Love---Sylvia
Your aura will prevail!
Jean,
It has been my incredible good fortune to count you as a mentor, colleague and most important of all, a friend. Your indomitable spirit and zest for living, not to mention your gifts for sharing your love of learning and of people, have inspired me to heights that would hardly have been attainable were you not there to energize, encourage and enlighten me. I am a better school psychologist and teacher, and a much better person for knowing you. Like so many others who you have positively influenced, I will remain eternally grateful for what you have so lovingly and selflessly given to us. You have elevated us by your presence, grace and humanity. You are a hero to many and your life will serve as an enduring model to all who have been blessed, as am I, to have shared your precious time.
May you and your family know constant love and peace, and may the warm and brilliant light that you have brought to this sometimes crazy and inexplicable world continue to illuminate our lives and shine through us.
With deepest admiration, affection and gratitude,
Jean,
One of my favorite memories is presenting with you at NASP one very early Saturday morning. First of all I couldn’t believe admitting to you that I had practiced my presentation the night before at a bar in Toronto – actually, I think I knew that you’d appreciate it. And, you did! Secondly, I remember being really anxious about the presentation as it was one of my first conferences and you were so reassuring and insistent that I would be fabulous. While I was probably far from fabulous, you made me feel competent and helped me believe in myself. Thank you for that. And, thank you for your reassuring words, mentorship, support, humor and kindness over the past years. I feel incredibly fortunate to have had you as a mentor – your strength, brilliance, compassion and humor have taught me many things that will guide me both professionally and personally. Perhaps, the most important lesson that you have taught me is to create balance in life and to not take it for granted.
Lots of love,
Sone
One of my favorite memories is presenting with you at NASP one very early Saturday morning. First of all I couldn’t believe admitting to you that I had practiced my presentation the night before at a bar in Toronto – actually, I think I knew that you’d appreciate it. And, you did! Secondly, I remember being really anxious about the presentation as it was one of my first conferences and you were so reassuring and insistent that I would be fabulous. While I was probably far from fabulous, you made me feel competent and helped me believe in myself. Thank you for that. And, thank you for your reassuring words, mentorship, support, humor and kindness over the past years. I feel incredibly fortunate to have had you as a mentor – your strength, brilliance, compassion and humor have taught me many things that will guide me both professionally and personally. Perhaps, the most important lesson that you have taught me is to create balance in life and to not take it for granted.
Lots of love,
Sone
The Fabulousness That Is Dr. Jean Baker
Jean,
Finally! A writing task that excites me! Topic: The Fabulousness That Is Dr. Jean Baker. Over the past few years I have heard you say “Fabulous” more than anyone else I know. So much so that you have become synonymous with the word. Honestly, whenever I hear someone say it, a smiling image of you pops into my head and I hear your voice holding the first syllable “Faaabulous” as your head and eyes gently roll back. It almost seems as though you’ve been plotting a fabulous coup to take over the fabulous adjective. If so, way to work!
Another fond memory that will stay with me is our trip up to the MASP convention in 2004; a three hour van ride in the wee morning hours with you at the wheel and me as your faithful navigator. Consider yourself lucky that we only got lost once. I think that’s the only time all year that I saw 5 a.m. without a project deadline looming over me. Anyway, I really enjoyed the opportunity to just talk. I don’t know how much you enjoyed listening, but I had a good time;) Our conversation about family, career, interests, and life in general helped me put things into perspective. Based on many of the posts in this blog, making a profound impact isn’t something new to you. Your gentle, caring, and open demeanor, combined with your knowledge and expertise, is truly inspiring. Thank you for your persistence and dedication to being so…fabulous!
My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with you and your family.
Love,
Jake Mathiason
Finally! A writing task that excites me! Topic: The Fabulousness That Is Dr. Jean Baker. Over the past few years I have heard you say “Fabulous” more than anyone else I know. So much so that you have become synonymous with the word. Honestly, whenever I hear someone say it, a smiling image of you pops into my head and I hear your voice holding the first syllable “Faaabulous” as your head and eyes gently roll back. It almost seems as though you’ve been plotting a fabulous coup to take over the fabulous adjective. If so, way to work!
Another fond memory that will stay with me is our trip up to the MASP convention in 2004; a three hour van ride in the wee morning hours with you at the wheel and me as your faithful navigator. Consider yourself lucky that we only got lost once. I think that’s the only time all year that I saw 5 a.m. without a project deadline looming over me. Anyway, I really enjoyed the opportunity to just talk. I don’t know how much you enjoyed listening, but I had a good time;) Our conversation about family, career, interests, and life in general helped me put things into perspective. Based on many of the posts in this blog, making a profound impact isn’t something new to you. Your gentle, caring, and open demeanor, combined with your knowledge and expertise, is truly inspiring. Thank you for your persistence and dedication to being so…fabulous!
My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with you and your family.
Love,
Jake Mathiason
Always Endearing
Jean and I were colleagues back in graduate school at the University of Wisconsin. She was a few years a head of me but we shared the same advisor; thus, she spent many hours talking to me about what to do and more importantly, what not to do regarding graduate school. Jean frequently shared her wisdom over a beer or two, playing darts, or grabbing a bit to eat. Our friendship has spanned more than twenty years and she remains a trusted colleague with great wisdom, a true friend with great listening skills, and one of the most endearing people I have ever met. My personal life and professional life have been strongly touched by Jean and I am truly grateful to her for that. Her laughter and lens on life are truly unique, she is one of a kind.
Jean, your guidance and wisdom have been invaluable. I remain hopeful that our friendship will continue for many more years to come. Please take care and all the best.
Jim
Jean, your guidance and wisdom have been invaluable. I remain hopeful that our friendship will continue for many more years to come. Please take care and all the best.
Jim
I so admire the way you have lived your life and carried joy with you.
Dear Jean-
I immediately smile when I think of you, Jean. On your office door,
there is a small picture of you when you were a beautiful curly-haired
baby, sitting happily in the water with a huge smile on your face. I
can’t tell you how many times I have walked by that picture and
thought, that’s still the Jean I know now. You carry a sense of joy,
interest, and caring with you that is contagious and I thank you for
that. I feel so blessed to have had the chance to learn from you in
graduate school. My first class with you was this fall, and we had the
wonderful opportunity to learn about you philosophy of teaching and
training of psychologists. Your passion, intellect, and above all,
your humanity, struck me deeply. I so admire the way you have lived
your life and carried joy with you. I will carry your lessons with me
in my life and in my work. Thank you so much for enriching my life and
showering me, and so many others, with such blessings.
All my love,
Tasha
I immediately smile when I think of you, Jean. On your office door,
there is a small picture of you when you were a beautiful curly-haired
baby, sitting happily in the water with a huge smile on your face. I
can’t tell you how many times I have walked by that picture and
thought, that’s still the Jean I know now. You carry a sense of joy,
interest, and caring with you that is contagious and I thank you for
that. I feel so blessed to have had the chance to learn from you in
graduate school. My first class with you was this fall, and we had the
wonderful opportunity to learn about you philosophy of teaching and
training of psychologists. Your passion, intellect, and above all,
your humanity, struck me deeply. I so admire the way you have lived
your life and carried joy with you. I will carry your lessons with me
in my life and in my work. Thank you so much for enriching my life and
showering me, and so many others, with such blessings.
All my love,
Tasha
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Jean,
It is amazing to read through the blogs and see how many lives you have touched. I feel extremely fortunate to have had the opportunity to know you and collaborate with you on several research projects. I remember my first day of graduate school, I was sitting in your office and you told me that your favorite part of being an advisor is watching your students grow from first year doctoral students into psychologists. It is evident that you play a large role in this growth and your students will be forever grateful. You have already shaped my growth as a graduate student and professional in the field in the short year and a half that I have lived in Michigan. I always enjoyed our meetings and left your office full of confidence and excitement to be a part of this amazing program and field. You have been instrumental in my training and I will always be grateful for our time together. It was great to see you and your family tonight and be surrounded with such positive warmth and kindness. You are truly an amazing woman!
With love,
Angie
Jean-
As so many others have said, you have always been a breath of fresh air in my life. You are such an inspiration as an educator and person. Like others, I can think back on several occasions when I didn’t think that I could complete a project and yet somehow by the time I left your office, I was very confident in my ability to do so. I never left your office feeling like I couldn’t accomplish something. You have a real gift of instilling confidence and motivation in your students. Your feedback is so real and intelligent, yet always delivered in a way that is so kind and motivating. You are truly amazing!
Your calm demeanor is also always very inspiring to me. I have always admired this in you. You have so much on your platter, yet you make it appear so simple to be a goddess at everything you do. Not to mention that you always seem to be having fun. The balance that you have in your life provides an excellent model to your students.
I feel so blessed to know you and to be able to call myself your student. I am thinking of you often and have you and your family in my prayers.
Love,
Julia
As so many others have said, you have always been a breath of fresh air in my life. You are such an inspiration as an educator and person. Like others, I can think back on several occasions when I didn’t think that I could complete a project and yet somehow by the time I left your office, I was very confident in my ability to do so. I never left your office feeling like I couldn’t accomplish something. You have a real gift of instilling confidence and motivation in your students. Your feedback is so real and intelligent, yet always delivered in a way that is so kind and motivating. You are truly amazing!
Your calm demeanor is also always very inspiring to me. I have always admired this in you. You have so much on your platter, yet you make it appear so simple to be a goddess at everything you do. Not to mention that you always seem to be having fun. The balance that you have in your life provides an excellent model to your students.
I feel so blessed to know you and to be able to call myself your student. I am thinking of you often and have you and your family in my prayers.
Love,
Julia
A Relative Newcomer...
I first met Jean at one of my favorite conferences…CDSPP. It was clear from the beginning that we were kindred spirits. The woman loves to carouse, play darts, and bring everyone in on the fun. I knew then, and its been confirmed by all of the postings on this blog, that I should have been hanging out with Jean years ago. But I’ll count myself lucky for the few years that I’ve been able to spend time with her. Jean—your ability to welcome people into your heart and share your spirit and passion makes you a great friend, psychologist, and colleague. I appreciate the moments I have been lucky enough to share with you and I hope I get the chance to have more of those moments.
Love and Peace,
Stacy
Love and Peace,
Stacy
The size of your heart
I remember the first time I met you, Jean. I was interviewing for the school psychology program at MSU, and we had lunch together. We talked about your daughter. Liz was studying abroad and you missed her so much. I could see in your face how proud you are of her. Then you were overjoyed when Liz came to MSU because you would get to be near her again. You glow whenever you talk about your children. Seeing Liz tonight, it seems that she carries a piece of your essence, your soul; what an amazing young woman. Reading through this blog it is so amazing to see all of the lives that you have touched. Tonight I got to say goodbye to you, and I got to see many of the people close to you. It is possible to glimpse the size of your heart by seeing the hole you leave in all of our hearts. None of us is ready to let you go. You still have so much to teach us. In the short time that I have known you, you have touched my life. Thank you for the gift of knowing you. I will always remember your commitment to children, family, and students, your unbelievable intellect, your gentleness that puts everyone at ease, and the love you exude. Know that your students and colleagues will carry on your commitment to children and schools. Jean, how can we live without your beautiful smile?
Love,
Emily Sportsman
Love,
Emily Sportsman
guided by your beauty, wisdom and generosity.
Jean,
Having read some of these entries maybe there should be a secondary blog attached to this one called, “drinking with Jean.” You may recall when you first began teaching classes at MSU and I, along with other doctoral students at the time (Cheryl, Anne, Amena, Ron and sometimes Tracy) learned from you about timely issues in school psychology research and child psychotherapy. Your passion for connecting the classroom to the real-world led you to hold one of our class sessions at the Willow Teen Plaza in a pretty rough neighborhood in Lansing, so we could think about how to meld the agendas of preventive teen health care, mental health services and schools while also being exposed to a neighborhood context some students had been generally unfamiliar with. Fortunately all our automobiles were still in the parking lot after class, and I fondly remember continuing our deep scholastic inquiry over pizza and a carafe (maybe 2) of red wine at Deluca’s, and getting to know you a little more. I thank you for making learning a challenging experience, but one that is fun too!
I remember thinking at the time how lucky I and other students are to have such a knowledgeable professor; one who cared about making a real difference in the world; one who genuinely cared about her student’s learning and the potential they held to take what you had taught them, and do some good things with it in the real world of hardship, pain and suffering that psychologists often confront in their professional practices.
Your teaching and modeling clearly emulated to me that while it is important to keep good boundaries between one’s personal life and the work of a psychologist, it is also extremely important to do work that is true to your self and who you are; and to love the work you do, so that others may benefit from your diligence, goodness and passion.
I very much admire your multiple illustrations of the tremendous potential genuine human relationships provide to further human development. I have come to know this not only from your research showing how teachers can positively impact tough situations and challenging kids, but also from the generous support, guidance and encouragement you have provided to me personally any time I have ever sought this out from you. I’m also remembering a very impressive presentation you made for faculty and staff at the MSU Virtual University office that I attended, demonstrating how you incorporated dynamic and engaging small group activities into one of your on-line courses. It occurs to me here on this blog, that your work, and who you are continues to blossom like the flowers in your picture. You truly are the professor whose door has always been open to those who needed you,…and you have been there for so many…like a rock!
Speaking of rocks, in reference to one of his many masterpiece carvings Michelangelo once said, “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” To me Jean, I read this quote and I think of you, all your work, all of your connections to others that this blog is a testament to, and how many angels you have sent off to spread some goodness around here, guided by your beauty, wisdom and generosity. I thank you for all of your goodness, insights and support, and most importantly for bringing who you are to the work you do, even under the most difficult of circumstances that you have had to endure.
I hope to make it over to your house very soon, when it is convenient for you and your family…I’ve got this annoying torture called “comps” to contend with for the remainder of this week (I think you are familiar with this concept). I hope we can sip some red wine together soon, to remember Deluca’s and all the good times.
Warmest Regards,
John Sougstad, admirer and lifelong student (literally and figuratively)
Thank you
Dearest Jean,
I am struggling to try and put into words what you, your mentorship, and friendship have meant to me since we first met in East Lansing several years ago. We started together - I was part of the "guinea pig" cohort and you were my new advisor who I had not yet met or spoken with. Evelyn had promised me that I was going to love meeting with you, and she could not have been more right. You have this amazing gift for making everyone feel capable, comfortable, and totally at ease. I left our first meeting (and all our future meetings really) feeling ready to tackle all that graduate school had to offer.
When I think about all of the milestones, both personal and professional, that you have shared with me, it makes my heart smile. You were the first person at the College of Ed to hug and congratulate me about getting engaged. You bought me a shot after my first national conference presentation. You teared up when I told you I was expecting my first child. And you never for a moment let me believe that I would not be able to complete my degree, even though I was living in a different state, working, and starting to rear a family. I know that it is only through your constant support, passion, and love that I have graduated and can proudly call myself a psychologist.
Thank you for being such a wonderful role model to me and to all of those individuals who have been privileged enough to take some part in life's journey with you. Much love to you and your family.
Take good care,
Stephanie Davis
I am struggling to try and put into words what you, your mentorship, and friendship have meant to me since we first met in East Lansing several years ago. We started together - I was part of the "guinea pig" cohort and you were my new advisor who I had not yet met or spoken with. Evelyn had promised me that I was going to love meeting with you, and she could not have been more right. You have this amazing gift for making everyone feel capable, comfortable, and totally at ease. I left our first meeting (and all our future meetings really) feeling ready to tackle all that graduate school had to offer.
When I think about all of the milestones, both personal and professional, that you have shared with me, it makes my heart smile. You were the first person at the College of Ed to hug and congratulate me about getting engaged. You bought me a shot after my first national conference presentation. You teared up when I told you I was expecting my first child. And you never for a moment let me believe that I would not be able to complete my degree, even though I was living in a different state, working, and starting to rear a family. I know that it is only through your constant support, passion, and love that I have graduated and can proudly call myself a psychologist.
Thank you for being such a wonderful role model to me and to all of those individuals who have been privileged enough to take some part in life's journey with you. Much love to you and your family.
Take good care,
Stephanie Davis
With Gratitude To My Precious Friend and Colleague
Dear Jean,
When you joined Michigan State University in 1999, I knew that you were something special. It took us two years to find you, but when we met you, we knew that you were the one. Back then, it was just the two of us, dreaming and scheming and building. You brought energy, passion, and zest to our work. You brought hope. You helped to craft and fulfill a vision for our school psychology program that at its core, cared about people. To our list of defining characteristics, you added a commitment to social justice. You helped to create our community, our “family” of school psychology students, faculty, and colleagues that goes beyond the boundaries of Michigan State University.
The person, Jean Baker, and the professional, Jean Baker, are seamless. Your convictions and beliefs shape your research and your teaching as much as it shapes your parenting and volunteer work. You care deeply about people and encouraged everyone around you to set high standards, beginning always, with yourself. Despite your high expectations, you had a soft heart and your compassion leaked out even when you tried to be tough.
Among your many roles I think of you most of all, as a parent. You spoke about your children with the deepest affection, respect, and love. I still remember you telling us about how Liz took the day off of high school and drove to Chicago. You were ticked off, but you were also so proud.
Over the years, you taught me so much, but the single most important thing, is that people matter. Relationships matter. This is what made you exceptional as a psychologist, researcher, teacher, mentor, activist, daughter, sister, wife, mother, and friend.
I will always cherish the memories of our times together laughing, talking, dreaming, venting, solving world peace, and doting on our children. Your generosity of spirit, courage, kindness, passion, and beauty strengthen and enrich the lives of all of us. I will always be grateful.
With love,
Evelyn Oka
Co-Director with Jean of the MSU School Psychology Program
When you joined Michigan State University in 1999, I knew that you were something special. It took us two years to find you, but when we met you, we knew that you were the one. Back then, it was just the two of us, dreaming and scheming and building. You brought energy, passion, and zest to our work. You brought hope. You helped to craft and fulfill a vision for our school psychology program that at its core, cared about people. To our list of defining characteristics, you added a commitment to social justice. You helped to create our community, our “family” of school psychology students, faculty, and colleagues that goes beyond the boundaries of Michigan State University.
The person, Jean Baker, and the professional, Jean Baker, are seamless. Your convictions and beliefs shape your research and your teaching as much as it shapes your parenting and volunteer work. You care deeply about people and encouraged everyone around you to set high standards, beginning always, with yourself. Despite your high expectations, you had a soft heart and your compassion leaked out even when you tried to be tough.
Among your many roles I think of you most of all, as a parent. You spoke about your children with the deepest affection, respect, and love. I still remember you telling us about how Liz took the day off of high school and drove to Chicago. You were ticked off, but you were also so proud.
Over the years, you taught me so much, but the single most important thing, is that people matter. Relationships matter. This is what made you exceptional as a psychologist, researcher, teacher, mentor, activist, daughter, sister, wife, mother, and friend.
I will always cherish the memories of our times together laughing, talking, dreaming, venting, solving world peace, and doting on our children. Your generosity of spirit, courage, kindness, passion, and beauty strengthen and enrich the lives of all of us. I will always be grateful.
With love,
Evelyn Oka
Co-Director with Jean of the MSU School Psychology Program
Hello Jean
Hi Jean. I am thinking of you all the time. Fondly I have such nice memories of our conversations at conventions. You were always so interested in my children and how I was doing. That is rare these days. I hope you are feeling better and you are on my mind always. Tom Kehle and I are editing an Oxford Library of Psychology text on School Psychology and of course you are on our list of top scholars to do a chapter. If you are well enough we will be honored to have you. You are well respected. Love, Melissa Bray (University of Connecticut)
Balance
Jean, when I think about the ways my life is better for having known you, I'm not surprised when I realize that both personal and professional anecdotes spring to mind. I can remember "all the way" back to when you interviewed me for the program and we got into a great discussion of the challenges that students, teachers, and schools face. You made me forget that I was being interviewed, and that ease, combined with the passion that was so evident in your words, made me even more certain that I had chosen my graduate field correctly:
"You mean I can spend the next few years having more and more conversations like this one with all of these fabulous people? Sign me up!"
Thankfully, you were still right there when second year hit, and suddenly those wonderful discussions were getting more and more lost in the stress of things like 880 and practicum portfolios. I think maybe it was then that you shared with us your advice that while conversations alone are wonderful, sometimes what you really need is a conversation with a bottle or two of wine. Many have written already about the balance you seemed to so effortlessly maintain, so forgive me for echoing them. But you were always ready to remind our anxious cohort that no matter how much you learn, it's not a whole lot of good to you if you're too stressed to do anything with it. It was advice like that and the relaxed and joyful model you provided that made it possible for me to wind up with great friends, great memories, and great ideas from my graduate program and not just a transcript listing my completed courses.
I'm a better professional now and do better work for and with children because of you, Jean. Not just because of the conversations you inspired and the varied topics we covered in the courses of yours I was lucky enough to take. But also because I'm able to recognize when what I really need is a night with smart friends, great food, lots of laughter…and maybe a bottle or two of wine.
Thank you, Jean.
With love to you and your family,
Nora
"You mean I can spend the next few years having more and more conversations like this one with all of these fabulous people? Sign me up!"
Thankfully, you were still right there when second year hit, and suddenly those wonderful discussions were getting more and more lost in the stress of things like 880 and practicum portfolios. I think maybe it was then that you shared with us your advice that while conversations alone are wonderful, sometimes what you really need is a conversation with a bottle or two of wine. Many have written already about the balance you seemed to so effortlessly maintain, so forgive me for echoing them. But you were always ready to remind our anxious cohort that no matter how much you learn, it's not a whole lot of good to you if you're too stressed to do anything with it. It was advice like that and the relaxed and joyful model you provided that made it possible for me to wind up with great friends, great memories, and great ideas from my graduate program and not just a transcript listing my completed courses.
I'm a better professional now and do better work for and with children because of you, Jean. Not just because of the conversations you inspired and the varied topics we covered in the courses of yours I was lucky enough to take. But also because I'm able to recognize when what I really need is a night with smart friends, great food, lots of laughter…and maybe a bottle or two of wine.
Thank you, Jean.
With love to you and your family,
Nora
You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU
Jean,
From reading a number of the blogs from people who cherish and admire you,
I can tell that you are someone special to so many people. You are also very
special to me.
You played a very important role in my life even before I
was admitted to MSU.
Many professors don't have the time or the interest in
answering e-mails from undergrads inquiring about their work or the program.
You accepted my e-mails and welcomed me with open arms.
I remember being so excited that a professor in a real graduate school e-mailed me back saying,
" Sycarah, that is such a beautiful name!"
When I came to the interview and saw you in person, you were such a beacon of light and hope for graduate school.
You were so welcoming that I felt the urge and comfortable enough
to hug you. You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU. After
coming to MSU you were great and so supportive during those times I felt
that "I just didn't belong" and you assured me that I did. I know that I
would not be where I am today, had it not been for you.
You are truly a remarkable individual and I have very fortunate to have had the opportunity
to get to know you and your wonderful family. I can not thank you enough for
just being you.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family,
Sycarah D. Grant
From reading a number of the blogs from people who cherish and admire you,
I can tell that you are someone special to so many people. You are also very
special to me.
You played a very important role in my life even before I
was admitted to MSU.
Many professors don't have the time or the interest in
answering e-mails from undergrads inquiring about their work or the program.
You accepted my e-mails and welcomed me with open arms.
I remember being so excited that a professor in a real graduate school e-mailed me back saying,
" Sycarah, that is such a beautiful name!"
When I came to the interview and saw you in person, you were such a beacon of light and hope for graduate school.
You were so welcoming that I felt the urge and comfortable enough
to hug you. You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU. After
coming to MSU you were great and so supportive during those times I felt
that "I just didn't belong" and you assured me that I did. I know that I
would not be where I am today, had it not been for you.
You are truly a remarkable individual and I have very fortunate to have had the opportunity
to get to know you and your wonderful family. I can not thank you enough for
just being you.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family,
Sycarah D. Grant
kindness, warmth, joy, energy, and talent.
Jean,
It was a special treat to take a class with you, something I had been eagerly anticipating for such a long time. You possess an amazing wealth of knowledge and skills. But the aspect about you that impresses me the most is what so many others have already described here. You have a way about you that exudes kindness, warmth, joy, energy, and talent. One of the best parts about having an office just across the hall from yours has been hearing the laughter that seeps out. It’s always made me want to stop what I’m doing and join the fun! Although our paths crossed surprisingly little in our small program, you still took interest in my life and well-being whenever we met. Tim recalls how you put him at ease at his first school psych holiday party by talking about home improvement together. You have a special talent for making others feel heard and valued.
In my four years at MSU I have heard nothing but praise and admiration for you both professionally and personally. In fact, I doubt there is anyone who is more well liked in the college, and who has simultaneously made such a profound impact in so many lives! I got my first glimpse of the love and respect from you felt by others across the country when I was at the APA conference in Washington, DC a few years back. I was standing awkwardly next to our group poster when one of your former mentees from Georgia walked by and noticed your name on the poster. She was so thrilled at the prospect of getting to see you. But oh, you should have seen the disappointment on her face when I said I didn’t know where you were at the moment!!:)
A few months ago you gave the students in our practicum class a charming one-inch photo frame. It sits on my desk as a subtle reminder to type enough to fill the opening each day. In addition to reminding me to get writing, it will also always remind me of you—your wisdom, generosity, and kindness. Thank you! I hope you and your family are filled with joy when you read all of the wonderful stories people are posting. How lucky we all are to know you!
With Love,
Anna
Monday, January 7, 2008
personal and professional wisdom
Jean,
Can you believe that I’m now a licensed psychologist? It was just yesterday that I was entering my first class in the program…I’m not a first-year anymore! As so many others have written on this blog, you have indeed touched the lives of so many people….including many who have never had the great fortune to meet or know you personally. I’m thankful for the opportunities I’ve had to learn from such a great mentor.
It hasn’t been just the profession that I have learned from you that I carry with me. You have made such a powerful impact on my life, personally. Your poise, gentleness, sincerity, humor (I can hear your laugh right now!)- these are just some of the great things about you that have shaped the person I have become.
Please know that you are leaving a legacy- that every student you have ever taught will continue to carry on the lessons you have taught us in our future encounters with children and their families- and in this way, countless people will continue to benefit from your wisdom and generosity.
I’m blessed to know such a wonderful person. My warmest thoughts are with you and your family.
Lots of hugs,
My
Can you believe that I’m now a licensed psychologist? It was just yesterday that I was entering my first class in the program…I’m not a first-year anymore! As so many others have written on this blog, you have indeed touched the lives of so many people….including many who have never had the great fortune to meet or know you personally. I’m thankful for the opportunities I’ve had to learn from such a great mentor.
It hasn’t been just the profession that I have learned from you that I carry with me. You have made such a powerful impact on my life, personally. Your poise, gentleness, sincerity, humor (I can hear your laugh right now!)- these are just some of the great things about you that have shaped the person I have become.
Please know that you are leaving a legacy- that every student you have ever taught will continue to carry on the lessons you have taught us in our future encounters with children and their families- and in this way, countless people will continue to benefit from your wisdom and generosity.
I’m blessed to know such a wonderful person. My warmest thoughts are with you and your family.
Lots of hugs,
My
Dear Jean
We have always been impressed by you and your families friendlieness as our neighbors on the street. You have always been welcoming and we think of the time you asked us to join you in Thanksgiving dinner. Although we already had an invitation that year we enjoyed a "small" second dinner with you and your family. It was also such fun to be invited to watch the World Cup with you all and cheer on France.
You have impressed us with your energy, enthusiasm and joie de vivre. We pray for God's blessing to be upon you and your family during this difficult time for you all.
Zora & Ewen Todd
You have impressed us with your energy, enthusiasm and joie de vivre. We pray for God's blessing to be upon you and your family during this difficult time for you all.
Zora & Ewen Todd
Shining such a bright light
Dear Jean,
In response to the comment from your colleague in Georgia a few blogs back – Michigan State has most certainly been fortunate to recruit such a bright light as you to a place where the weather can be so dreary (like it is today). Although I’ve only been at MSU for a few years, it did not take long for me to find out what a shining light you are. Your energy and smiles have always made the office such a wonderful place to be. From coordinating a new faculty orientation within the college, to inviting new faculty like me to your house for dinner (at which time I was so incredibly impressed with your very friendly and mature teenagers!), to collaborating with new faculty on grant proposals, to making a point of doing regular check-ins to make sure I felt at ease as a new person, to providing Hershey’s kisses at department meetings, your actions certainly model your talk about promoting positive school climates! Before getting to know you, I honestly had not fully known what a joy faculty life could be. It was such an absolute thrill to be introduced personally, by you, to so many other faculty members across the nation when I attended my first CDSPP meeting in Florida, the NASP trainers’ reception in Atlanta, and the APA social in DC. As I've recently heard several people remark in the past few months: the MSU school psychology program has “become national” over the past decade. I know this is in large part due to you, not only because of your high quality research and teaching, but also because of your actions to make the MSU school psychology program such an inviting and positive one for those involved.
Lots of love,
Sara
In response to the comment from your colleague in Georgia a few blogs back – Michigan State has most certainly been fortunate to recruit such a bright light as you to a place where the weather can be so dreary (like it is today). Although I’ve only been at MSU for a few years, it did not take long for me to find out what a shining light you are. Your energy and smiles have always made the office such a wonderful place to be. From coordinating a new faculty orientation within the college, to inviting new faculty like me to your house for dinner (at which time I was so incredibly impressed with your very friendly and mature teenagers!), to collaborating with new faculty on grant proposals, to making a point of doing regular check-ins to make sure I felt at ease as a new person, to providing Hershey’s kisses at department meetings, your actions certainly model your talk about promoting positive school climates! Before getting to know you, I honestly had not fully known what a joy faculty life could be. It was such an absolute thrill to be introduced personally, by you, to so many other faculty members across the nation when I attended my first CDSPP meeting in Florida, the NASP trainers’ reception in Atlanta, and the APA social in DC. As I've recently heard several people remark in the past few months: the MSU school psychology program has “become national” over the past decade. I know this is in large part due to you, not only because of your high quality research and teaching, but also because of your actions to make the MSU school psychology program such an inviting and positive one for those involved.
Lots of love,
Sara
Jean inspires me and informs my professional work each and every day.
As a dedicated overachiever, Jean understands life as a compulsive grad student. She gave me the two best pieces of professional advice I ever received. First, work until you have a “good enough” draft of your document. She taught me that obsessing over details is just is not worth the time and effort. Also, she taught me, “The dissertation is only your first piece of scholarship. If it defines your work as a scholar, then you’re doing something wrong.” Both pieces gave me the courage to move forward as a professional. Jean inspires me and informs my professional work each and every day.
Jana Aupperlee
I Miss You Jean
Hi Jean,
I was so happy to have the opportunity to visit with you today and wanted to write to you with some of my thoughts. I didn't know what to expect when I came to the house and was sad to not see the Jean that I remembered the last time I saw you at our faculty meeting on Dec. 4, all dressed up and in great spirits as we were addressing some tough program issues. I had heard that you went through a rough spot prior to the Christmas break and then also heard things were going better. Upon my return to East Lansing after break, I got a call indicating that things had become much tougher for you and up to my visit today I kept getting more troubling reports of your health that I didn't want to believe to be true. I am sorry that your cancer has spread and that your body is not very happy with you right now. I was so wishing that other treatments would be available to you but have come to know that there are none.
When I came today, you were sleeping. For a moment, I felt tears come over me but my sadness quickly turned to comfort and joy thinking about all that you have done for me and how thankful I am that our lives have crossed paths. We have PhD work at the University of Madison in common, you were so instrumental in my decision to join this wonderful community we have here at Michigan State University, and how you mentored me through the rocky times associated with defining one's professional career. We drank wine together at many a fine School Psychology Program Holiday Parties. We drank beer together while playing darts in Deerfield Beach, FL. We had shots of JD together as you introduced me to all of your U GA colleagues at a cramped, hot, and stuffy hotel room party at a NASP conference. In sum, you are a fun-loving party girl that this Wisconsin boy certainly loves and appreciates. Most thankfully, I found in you a person who equally shared a passion for the balance that one seeks to find in their life... family, friends, career, hobbies, spirituality....
While at the house today, I also had the chance to check in with Watts to see how he and your kids are doing. They are doing as well as can be expected and they love you so much. I also got to say hello to your dogs and cat. One of the things that I really enjoyed during my visit was when Liz told me about her tattoo and the story behind the inspiration for that design. She is such a special woman and my three kids loved the times that she babysat them. I am not sure if you heard us, but Watts and his brother Earl and I had a good laugh about the time a few years back that I picked Watts up at the house and we had a couple of tequila shots and put a little flask together as we went off to see Jackass: The Movie at the Meridian Mall Theatre. Do you remember that? You were laughing at us as we were up to adolescent- no- good behavior We certainly had the giggles and do not wish to offend anyone by admitting that we joined in on the hooting and hollering surrounding many of the antics we witnessed on the big screen.
By the way, be sure to have Watts or Charles tell you about the little reminder that I dropped off at your bedside. You will recognize it, I know. It is a little yellow "Terrace" chair that symbolizes the fun and good times that we have had together and that I know you will have forever in your spirit. For those who may not be privy to the Terrace, the union at UW-Madison is a wonderful place to gather and take in the beauty of our world. It will forever remind me of you Jean, my dear friend and colleague.
For others who might want to see what this chair looks like...take a peek at http://www.union.wisc.edu/terracestore/items.aspx?cat=Gifts
I miss you Jean. May peace and love be with you....hugs and kisses. John
PS: Found this picture and while a little blurry, had to post because it's one of my favorites.
John Carlson
Jean's Colleague in the School Psychology Program at MSU
Please know that our arms are wrapped around you
Dear Jean,
I want you to know that you have touched the lives of so many
colleagues and students in the College of Education. There are very
few faculty members who are regarded so well--there is only
admiration and appreciation of your dedication, expertise,
appreciation, caring attitude, and deep commitment to people as well
as programs. You have meant a great deal to everyone not only in the
school psychology program but across the college. Your energy and
efforts have contributed to the strength and strong reputation of the
school psychology program.
Your strength has been inspiring and you have carried forth beyond
expectations. Your warmth and inviting smile warm the hearts of
others. What a joy it has been to have you as a colleague and
faculty member in this college. Please know that our arms are
wrapped around you, and you have an indelible place in our hearts.
With deep affection and admiration,
Carole
--
Carole Ames
Dean
College of Education
I want you to know that you have touched the lives of so many
colleagues and students in the College of Education. There are very
few faculty members who are regarded so well--there is only
admiration and appreciation of your dedication, expertise,
appreciation, caring attitude, and deep commitment to people as well
as programs. You have meant a great deal to everyone not only in the
school psychology program but across the college. Your energy and
efforts have contributed to the strength and strong reputation of the
school psychology program.
Your strength has been inspiring and you have carried forth beyond
expectations. Your warmth and inviting smile warm the hearts of
others. What a joy it has been to have you as a colleague and
faculty member in this college. Please know that our arms are
wrapped around you, and you have an indelible place in our hearts.
With deep affection and admiration,
Carole
--
Carole Ames
Dean
College of Education
Like I’ve had a brush with joy
Jean, you are one of those people who have the rare gift of knowing how to be an incredible friend. You have been so generous and kind to me and my family. And what an example you have been to me—you are a great mom and wife and also a wonderfully smart and successful professional. And all the while you seem so calm and joyful! Wow!! I appreciated all the visits you made to the hospital when Thomas was going through his illness, probably more than you know. And I have appreciated and enjoyed our coffees and lunches. Every time I get together with you, you brighten my day, teach me something, and leave me feeling like I’ve had a brush with joy. Love you, Kim
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