<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629</id><updated>2011-07-19T15:50:51.165-04:00</updated><category term='cake recipe'/><category term='A Special Lady'/><title type='text'>Cooking With Jean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-92817309759309297</id><published>2009-02-25T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:55:01.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake recipe'/><title type='text'>Pineapple Upside Down Cake for Jean's Birthday</title><content type='html'>this is one of those recipes that works no matter how bad a baker you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 box of yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;2 cans of pineapple slices in juice --can also use pineapple chunks.&lt;br /&gt;1/2-3/4 cups of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;jarred cherries-optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  mix cake batter BUT substitute pineapple juice from the can for the water&lt;br /&gt;2. melt butter and pour into the bottom of a flat cake pan (9X13 works best)&lt;br /&gt;3. sprinkle brown sugar over the butter&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;optional step: place cherries in the center holes of each pineapple&lt;br /&gt;5. pour batter on top of pineapples&lt;br /&gt;6. bake as suggested by cake box directions&lt;br /&gt;7. allow cake to cool and then flip it out of pan for show Or just slice it and flip each peice individually&lt;br /&gt; Either way it's very yummy!!!! enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jean! love, Sekile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-92817309759309297?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/92817309759309297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=92817309759309297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/92817309759309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/92817309759309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2009/02/pineapple-upside-down-cake-for-jeans.html' title='Pineapple Upside Down Cake for Jean&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sekile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474833275212885985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7764313909275271415</id><published>2008-12-16T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:32:48.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Jean's Ashes   Part 1</title><content type='html'>Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;Hanna and I went out to Land's &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;, so we skipped that part of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; of land. I took pictures of the flowers, and then of the four directions I could see from the crest on which I stood.&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.  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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7764313909275271415?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7764313909275271415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7764313909275271415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7764313909275271415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7764313909275271415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/12/spreading-jeans-ashes-part-1.html' title='Spreading Jean&apos;s Ashes   Part 1'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5362863162888012953</id><published>2008-05-07T21:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:59:09.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decommissioning of Jean's Office Friday May 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drIvVAlXkzU/SCJeHlzx8BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4xcSfniGiP4/s1600-h/please-disturb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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               50th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                            Birthday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                   Trudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1531786874238334612?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1531786874238334612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1531786874238334612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1531786874238334612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1531786874238334612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-50th-birthday-love-you-trudy.html' title=''/><author><name>Trudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623376994790667168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6845849645181297076</id><published>2008-02-08T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:54:49.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Helpful ingredients to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;* a pot full of tears&lt;br /&gt;* one heart willing to be broken open&lt;br /&gt;* a dash of bitters&lt;br /&gt;* a bunch of good friends&lt;br /&gt;* many handfuls of comfort food&lt;br /&gt;* a lot of patience&lt;br /&gt;* buckets of water to replace the tears&lt;br /&gt;* plenty of exercise&lt;br /&gt;* a variety of helpful reading material&lt;br /&gt;* enough self care&lt;br /&gt;* season with memories&lt;br /&gt;* optional; one good therapist and/or support group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;* be creative&lt;br /&gt;* trust your instincts&lt;br /&gt;* cry when you want to, laugh when you can&lt;br /&gt;* freeze some to use as a starter for next time&lt;br /&gt;* write your own soup making in a journal so you won’t forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Serves One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; FROM&lt;i&gt;   &lt;b&gt; TEAR SOUP, &lt;/b&gt; a recipe for healing after loss.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Available Through &lt;a href="mailto:info@griefwatch.com"&gt;Grief         Watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By Pat Schwiebert &amp;amp; Chuck DeKlyen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Illustrated by Taylor Bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Copyright Grief Watch 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.griefwatch.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;www.griefwatch.co&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6845849645181297076?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6845849645181297076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6845849645181297076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6845849645181297076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6845849645181297076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/02/tear-soup_08.html' title='Tear Soup'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5679210215420983836</id><published>2008-01-30T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:18:06.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Sermon for the Funeral of Jean Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev Kit Carlson&lt;br /&gt;http://www.allsaints-el.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair that we should be here today,&lt;br /&gt;marking the end of Jean Baker’s life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that Jean,&lt;br /&gt;who was such a good person, such a kind person, such a joyful person,&lt;br /&gt;should have been forced to fight cancer, that terrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not&lt;br /&gt;fair that Charles and Liz should lose their mother, that Watts should&lt;br /&gt;lose his wife, or that all of us should lose such a beloved friend, in such&lt;br /&gt;an untimely way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean was a person worth keeping around. She was smart – she&lt;br /&gt;earned her Ph.D. in 1992, but she never stopped learning. Even in the&lt;br /&gt;midst of her illness, she continued to counsel students and pursue her&lt;br /&gt;research. In fact, a paper she helped author was published in a&lt;br /&gt;professional journal in the week of her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean loved her work,&lt;br /&gt;loved her colleagues, loved her students, all the way up to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Jean was deeply grounded in God -- from her earliest days as a&lt;br /&gt;PK -- a priest’s kid -- through long summers at Bement Center Camp,&lt;br /&gt;even to her last days, praying with the Irish Jesuits on the web site&lt;br /&gt;“Sacred Spaces.” She was a devoted mother – worrying about her&lt;br /&gt;children, hoping she would be around long enough to watch them&lt;br /&gt;mature into strong and independent adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a loving wife, who&lt;br /&gt;adored her husband, and who appreciated every day of their life&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair to lose Jean--her wisdom, her gifts and her love--so&lt;br /&gt;soon. And I think that God won’t mind if we stand here today alongside&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and Job and Jonah and every Biblical character who has ever&lt;br /&gt;called God to account. I think it is all right for us to rage at God and&lt;br /&gt;say, “This is not fair!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer will come: yes, God knows that this is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;God knows that this is not fair, because God has been here already.&lt;br /&gt;God has suffered, as Jean suffered. God has wept, as we weep today.&lt;br /&gt;There is comfort for us who mourn, comfort in the great mystery&lt;br /&gt;that lies at the heart of the Christian faith … God became a person who&lt;br /&gt;lived and loved and died, just as we do. God knows what Jean went&lt;br /&gt;through. God knows what we are going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians proclaim that in the person of Jesus of Nazareth, God&lt;br /&gt;learned what it means to be a mortal human being. In the person of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, God stood at the grave of his friend Lazarus, weeping with grief.&lt;br /&gt;In the person of Jesus, God suffered unjustly and died too young. God,&lt;br /&gt;in the person of Jesus, left behind a weeping mother, sorrowing siblings,&lt;br /&gt;and distraught friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows – right in the core of God’s being – what “not fair”&lt;br /&gt;looks like. And to realize this is to know that God never intended Jean&lt;br /&gt;to suffer. Jean’s illness was not God’s will. God did not wave a magic&lt;br /&gt;wand and give Jean cancer while sparing another person. God did not&lt;br /&gt;withhold some miracle from Jean that another person received. God&lt;br /&gt;did not take Jean away from us. Biology gone terribly, terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;took Jean away from us.&lt;br /&gt;No, what God did was to walk with Jean through all of it. God&lt;br /&gt;walked by Jean’s side in good times and in bad. God was there with her&lt;br /&gt;when she met Watts, there when she got her Ph.D., there at the birth of&lt;br /&gt;her children, there with her when she developed cancer. Every single&lt;br /&gt;day, God walked with Jean and strengthened her to meet each new&lt;br /&gt;challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that compassionate, companioning God wept with&lt;br /&gt;Jean when she wept, suffered when she suffered, laughed when she&lt;br /&gt;laughed, and rejoiced in her rejoicing. As that compassionate,&lt;br /&gt;companioning God does for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is more to the mystery of our faith than simply believing&lt;br /&gt;that God knows what we are going through, and that God walks with us&lt;br /&gt;throughout our lives. The deeper mystery of our faith is that by living&lt;br /&gt;and loving and dying like us, God transformed our humanity. When&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ died and rose again, we discovered that death does not get&lt;br /&gt;the last word. On days like this it is easy to think that life’s not fair, but&lt;br /&gt;in the end, God gets the last laugh on “not fair.” God’s mercy, God’s&lt;br /&gt;love, and God’s life are larger than our mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we believe that in death, life is changed, not ended. Jean’s&lt;br /&gt;life goes on, hidden in Christ, but connected to us still. Her sickness is&lt;br /&gt;healed; her pain is gone. Her tears are dried; her joy is made complete.&lt;br /&gt;And we will share that with her someday. We will be reunited with her,&lt;br /&gt;caught up in the greater, overflowing love of God that sustains us all.&lt;br /&gt;This is what we Christians call the resurrected life. And it does&lt;br /&gt;not begin when we die. It does not begin at some final judgment day.&lt;br /&gt;Jean’s resurrected life began the day she took her first breath. Alive&lt;br /&gt;with the spirit of Christ burning inside of her, Jean lived the reality of&lt;br /&gt;resurrection every day -- in her prayer life, in her professional life, in&lt;br /&gt;her family life. She lived it with every laugh, every joke, every tear,&lt;br /&gt;every embrace. She lived it as she knitted socks. She lived it as she&lt;br /&gt;cooked a meal. She lived it as she held her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean has always been resurrected. Jean is resurrected. Jean will&lt;br /&gt;be resurrected. Christ has always held her life tenderly, lovingly, in the&lt;br /&gt;palm of his hand. That life can never really end.&lt;br /&gt;But the life she lived here on earth has ended. She no longer&lt;br /&gt;walks among us, speaks to us, laughs with us. Not in her own&lt;br /&gt;independent flesh, at any rate. But we too can share in her resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;We can resurrect her in our lives, in our memories, in the way we go&lt;br /&gt;about our work and our play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her students, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your&lt;br /&gt;curiosity and commitment to your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her colleagues, I say …&lt;br /&gt;resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in your care and dedication and&lt;br /&gt;passionate energy for the work that you and she did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her&lt;br /&gt;friends and extended family, I say … resurrect Jean. Resurrect her in&lt;br /&gt;your ability to listen with an open heart, to laugh with a wide-open&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her children, to Liz and Charles, I say … resurrect your&lt;br /&gt;mother. Resurrect her by becoming the people she raised you to be, the&lt;br /&gt;people she believed you to be. She brought you into this world to be a&lt;br /&gt;gift to the world. Be that gift. Be that continuation of everything that&lt;br /&gt;was good and wise and strong in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Watts, I say … resurrect Jean. You knew her the best of&lt;br /&gt;all, and you know best how to manifest her joy, her passion, her wisdom&lt;br /&gt;in this world. Don’t get stuck in the past, but carry all of that&lt;br /&gt;wonderful Jean Baker brilliance forward, into the future, into the rest&lt;br /&gt;of what life has to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a paradox, really. In the midst of death, we celebrate Jean’s&lt;br /&gt;life. In the midst of our grief, we sing and laugh with joy at having&lt;br /&gt;known her. In the midst of our darkness, we proclaim an unquenchable&lt;br /&gt;light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the mystery and paradox of the Christian life, the mystery&lt;br /&gt;and paradox Jean lived every day, the mystery and paradox that will be&lt;br /&gt;proclaimed at the end of this service when we make our final farewells,&lt;br /&gt;with the great prayer of Commendation,&lt;br /&gt;All of us go down to the dust, yet even at the grave, we make our&lt;br /&gt;song.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5679210215420983836?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5679210215420983836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5679210215420983836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5679210215420983836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5679210215420983836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/sermon-for-funeral-of-jean-baker.html' title=''/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2476721182554640159</id><published>2008-01-26T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:41:49.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Watts, Liz and Charles,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a glorious year, twenty-six years ago, both Jean and my paths converged.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was Jean’s roommate in Chicago when she met Watts – What joy!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in Chicago to spend a year at Erikson Institute, my lovely husband would stay in Seattle.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I needed a place to live – the folks at Erikson kindly gave me Jean’s number.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After introductions and confirmation that there was still a bedroom available at the Harper Avenue apartment, our conversation went something like this….&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;So I like to drink wine&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Me too!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I smoke a little&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Me too!&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;(That was 26 years ago!)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean:&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I have a cat&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Me too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Not really – actually we had a dog)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I think we’ll get along just fine&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Me too!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and mustn’t forget Monty Python and Princess Di gossip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right on to the good stuff – when Jean met Watts.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be honest, it’s a bit of a blur, actually more like a whirlwind!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What I also remember is that ...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“she couldn’t stop talking about him!!”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually it was more like her flying through the apartment with occasional landings at the kitchen table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;– What joy!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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”.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I also knew things were getting serious when Watts gave Jean a Cuisenarte for Christmas.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The year was full to overflowing with cognitive and emotional dissonance for both of us – What joy!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all these ingredients how could the end result not be absolutely delicious? –&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Marriage for Jean and a Masters for Me!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was an absolute joy to have Jean in my life for a year.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; 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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. &lt;br /&gt;   Nancy Spates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8158874235266158787?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8158874235266158787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8158874235266158787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8158874235266158787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8158874235266158787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/knitting-with-jean.html' title='Knitting with Jean'/><author><name>Nancy Spates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365779052425075944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7013965605013706328</id><published>2008-01-20T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:57:19.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory to Share</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7013965605013706328?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7013965605013706328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7013965605013706328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7013965605013706328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7013965605013706328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/memory-to-share.html' title='A Memory to Share'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502807015163424554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1548666902730219946</id><published>2008-01-19T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:16:56.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Baker: A School Psychology Leader</title><content type='html'>Dear Family, Friends, and Colleagues of Jean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti Harrison&lt;br /&gt;President, SSSP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1548666902730219946?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1548666902730219946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1548666902730219946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1548666902730219946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1548666902730219946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-baker-school-psychology-leader.html' title='Jean Baker: A School Psychology Leader'/><author><name>Patti Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260295459660227350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2446242583527531220</id><published>2008-01-16T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:59:45.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean  Ann Baker  1958 * 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jean Ann Baker, Ph.D.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Jean Ann Baker left this world peacefully on January 10, 2008, after a courageous battle with cancer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Jean was born February 18, 1958, in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Northampton&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mass.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, to The Rev Jack M. and Frances Arnold Baker. She was a highly successful lifelong learner, attending &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Northfield&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mount Hermon&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Barnard&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Columbia&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;), The University of Chicago, and The University of Wisconsin–Madison for her PhD in Educational Psychology in 1992.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her scholarly career included positions at The University of Georgia and The Michigan State University.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She will be deeply missed by the organizations in which she served as a leader, as well as by the students and colleagues who valued and loved her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;As illustrious as her professional life was, Jean valued most her family and friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She leaves her loving husband Watts Rozell, and her children Elizabeth and Charles, all of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Okemos&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mich.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and her sister, Trudy Dintzner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had especially fond memories of Bement Center Camp in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Charlton&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mass.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;A memorial service will be held on January 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;, at 11:00, at All Saints Episcopal Church in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;East Lansing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, officiated by The Rev. Kit Carlson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Elizabeth and Charles Baker-Rozell College Fund, &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MSUFCU &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;600 E Crescent Rd East Lansing, MI 48823.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2446242583527531220?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2446242583527531220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2446242583527531220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2446242583527531220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2446242583527531220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jeam-ann-baker-1958-2008.html' title='Jean  Ann Baker  1958 * 2008'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1433840806844289773</id><published>2008-01-15T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:05:56.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful person inside and out.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers and Sympathy to you and your Family.&lt;br /&gt;Kellie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1433840806844289773?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1433840806844289773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1433840806844289773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1433840806844289773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1433840806844289773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful-person-inside-and-out.html' title='A Beautiful person inside and out.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17947312501037378479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-4869356067079779695</id><published>2008-01-14T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:23:57.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipient</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt; Jim Somers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-4869356067079779695?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4869356067079779695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=4869356067079779695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4869356067079779695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4869356067079779695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipient.html' title='Recipient'/><author><name>Jim Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573997224259442971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8109340945650991918</id><published>2008-01-13T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:07:56.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jean.</title><content type='html'>Jean meant a great deal to me and truly touched my life in profoundly &lt;br /&gt;positive ways.  She graciously welcomed me as an undergraduate into &lt;br /&gt;her research team and made an extraordinary effort to include me in &lt;br /&gt;and introduce me to the experience of being a graduate student in the &lt;br /&gt;School Psychology program, including inviting both my boyfriend and &lt;br /&gt;myself into her home for a School Ecology dinner.  I looked forward &lt;br /&gt;to meetings with Jean as she always approached our research findings &lt;br /&gt;and progress with very genuine enthusiasm and interest.  I cannot &lt;br /&gt;imagine MSU’s School Psychology program without Jean but am reassured  &lt;br /&gt;that the program she helped to build will forever carry her incredible  &lt;br /&gt;marks of kindness, compassion and dedication to obtaining and &lt;br /&gt;furthering knowledge. As I prepare to begin my graduate studies I will  &lt;br /&gt;undoubtedly benefit from everything I have learned both directly and &lt;br /&gt;indirectly from Jean.  I hope to continue to do work that Jean would &lt;br /&gt;be proud of and I hope to mature both professionally and personally &lt;br /&gt;into an individual of whom Jean would be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8109340945650991918?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8109340945650991918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8109340945650991918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8109340945650991918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8109340945650991918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you-jean.html' title='Thank you Jean.'/><author><name>Kristen Kereluik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13436103415742611161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3492798164377774873</id><published>2008-01-12T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:44:43.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swapping Kid Stories</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3492798164377774873?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3492798164377774873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3492798164377774873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3492798164377774873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3492798164377774873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/swapping-kid-stories.html' title='Swapping Kid Stories'/><author><name>Paula Schwanenflugel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656690489332704546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-4662302805380474370</id><published>2008-01-11T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:52:32.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Special Lady'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-4662302805380474370?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4662302805380474370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=4662302805380474370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4662302805380474370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4662302805380474370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-crossed-over-from-this-realm-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623376994790667168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3178883031538055089</id><published>2008-01-11T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:40:19.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless your family</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3178883031538055089?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3178883031538055089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3178883031538055089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3178883031538055089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3178883031538055089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/bless-your-family.html' title='Bless your family'/><author><name>sekile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474833275212885985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2896286963020833538</id><published>2008-01-11T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:08:47.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are in out thoughts and prayers</title><content type='html'>Butch,&lt;br /&gt;News has reached us here in Oklahoma as our hearts are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saddened&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; for you and your entire family as you take the journey God has laid before you in the coming days, weeks, months and years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Lynn, and family&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Wayne, and Aunt Karen&lt;br /&gt;Gary, Lorri and Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2896286963020833538?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2896286963020833538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2896286963020833538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2896286963020833538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2896286963020833538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-in-out-thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='You are in out thoughts and prayers'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02781799307092710472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7798694193954215092</id><published>2008-01-11T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:15:11.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted"</title><content type='html'>God saw you getting tired,&lt;br /&gt;when a cure was not to be;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his arms around you,&lt;br /&gt;and whispered, "Come to Me".&lt;br /&gt;In tears we saw you sinking,&lt;br /&gt;we watched you fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts were almost broken,&lt;br /&gt;you fought so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But when we saw you sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;so peacefully, free from pain&lt;br /&gt;We could not wish you back,&lt;br /&gt;to suffer so again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your arms around Jean,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, and give her special care,&lt;br /&gt;Make up for all she suffered,&lt;br /&gt;and all that seemed unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7798694193954215092?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7798694193954215092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7798694193954215092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7798694193954215092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7798694193954215092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/blessed-are-they-who-mourn-for-they.html' title='Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted&quot;'/><author><name>lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2656220034020075485</id><published>2008-01-11T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:53:47.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I appreciate your wisdom</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank C. Worrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2656220034020075485?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2656220034020075485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2656220034020075485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2656220034020075485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2656220034020075485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-appreciate-your-wisdom.html' title='I appreciate your wisdom'/><author><name>Frank C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639647774300296495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-4577646174897974124</id><published>2008-01-10T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:33:26.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO OF JEAN AND BUTCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R4a4a8-2pTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jI9ZRKMMKiA/s1600-h/Sprite+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154009596757976370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R4a4a8-2pTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jI9ZRKMMKiA/s320/Sprite+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this wonderful photo of Jean and Butch. This was taken at mother's 80th birthday party just a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and prayers are with you now.&lt;br /&gt;Love you always&lt;br /&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Randy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-4577646174897974124?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4577646174897974124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=4577646174897974124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4577646174897974124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4577646174897974124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-of-jean-and-butch.html' title='PHOTO OF JEAN AND BUTCH'/><author><name>Marla Quent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18243649554643025267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R4a4a8-2pTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jI9ZRKMMKiA/s72-c/Sprite+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1297956511454219322</id><published>2008-01-10T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:52:37.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I PRAY FOR PEACE BE WITH HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;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 !!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              `                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    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 &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199998212_0"&gt;NEW HAMPSHIRE&lt;/span&gt;..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 &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199998212_1"&gt;GA&lt;/span&gt;. 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         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1297956511454219322?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1297956511454219322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1297956511454219322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1297956511454219322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1297956511454219322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-pray-for-peace-be-with-her.html' title='I PRAY FOR PEACE BE WITH HER'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-243641111439486140</id><published>2008-01-10T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:32:34.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Caroline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-243641111439486140?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/243641111439486140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=243641111439486140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/243641111439486140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/243641111439486140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-for-inspiration.html' title='Thanks for the Inspiration.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121356534913146621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2953719346938229590</id><published>2008-01-10T01:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:25:34.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9o_PzXII/AAAAAAAAAAM/w_pnMu0WZBQ/s1600-h/Jean+at+the+Garden+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153733860465532034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9o_PzXII/AAAAAAAAAAM/w_pnMu0WZBQ/s320/Jean+at+the+Garden+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9o_PzXJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/msquKD3pCZE/s1600-h/Jean+at+the+Garden+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153733860465532050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9o_PzXJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/msquKD3pCZE/s320/Jean+at+the+Garden+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9pPPzXKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1qrNX2dYRfQ/s1600-h/Jean+and+Watts+at+the+Flying+Biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153733864760499362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9pPPzXKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1qrNX2dYRfQ/s320/Jean+and+Watts+at+the+Flying+Biscuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Later, Jean posed for Watts inside the mirrored interior of a sculpture on the grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We finished up with an afternoon breakfast at the Flying Biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean pronounced it a lovely day. And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Terry and Sylvia Goggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2953719346938229590?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2953719346938229590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2953719346938229590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2953719346938229590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2953719346938229590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-botanical-garden.html' title='At the Botanical Garden'/><author><name>Georgiascribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734525594770724344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DEBU0XiEME4/R4W9o_PzXII/AAAAAAAAAAM/w_pnMu0WZBQ/s72-c/Jean+at+the+Garden+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7902705398403559729</id><published>2008-01-10T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:42:05.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You bring added depth to the meaning of "colleague"</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love the word "colleague." Whenever I say it, I am reminded that as&lt;br /&gt;faculty members we have the opportunity to not only work with our  fellow&lt;br /&gt;faculty members, but learn from them, support them, feel supported, and  work&lt;br /&gt;together toward common goals. For me the term "colleague" brings to  mind&lt;br /&gt;respect, commitment, and common purpose. Jean, I think of all these  aspects&lt;br /&gt;of "colleague" --and more--when I think of you. You bring added depth  to the&lt;br /&gt;meaning of "colleague"--someone with such deep interest and concern for &lt;br /&gt;others, your wonderful humility, your enthusiasm for innovation and&lt;br /&gt;creativity in your teaching, the example you set of how being a  professor&lt;br /&gt;means setting an example and making contributions that affect in the  deepest&lt;br /&gt;way the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running into you on the fourth floor hall of Erickson is always such a&lt;br /&gt;treat, involving a lovely little chat, usually comparing notes about  our&lt;br /&gt;children. Your laughter, kindness, and vitality always make the day  sparkle!&lt;br /&gt;I also appreciate the way your commitment to your students and your&lt;br /&gt;profession is woven so seamlessly into your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my privilege to know you as a very special and valued colleague  and&lt;br /&gt;friend. Whenever I say the word "colleague", you will be in my  thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with gratitude and fondness,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7902705398403559729?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7902705398403559729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7902705398403559729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7902705398403559729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7902705398403559729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-bring-added-depth-to-meaning-of.html' title='You bring added depth to the meaning of &quot;colleague&quot;'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-981200929049737600</id><published>2008-01-09T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:26:52.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll come on in and sit back and relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt;, was the catalyst that brought us all together after marriage -- and what a wonderful relationship it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three great memories for Cooking with Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stroganoff&lt;/span&gt; to put in the freezer. I think the Rozells are probably still trying to empty the freezer of my over-zealous cooking spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep joyfully walking, my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Love---Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-981200929049737600?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/981200929049737600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=981200929049737600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/981200929049737600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/981200929049737600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/yall-sit-back-and-relax.html' title='Ya&apos;ll come on in and sit back and relax'/><author><name>sylviabg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678730786957175411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1753421414902720181</id><published>2008-01-09T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:07:51.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your aura will prevail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Jean,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It has been my incredible good fortune to count you as a mentor, colleague and most important of all, a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a better school psychologist and teacher, and a much better person for knowing you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;With deepest admiration, affection and gratitude,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ian LeVine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1753421414902720181?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1753421414902720181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1753421414902720181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1753421414902720181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1753421414902720181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-aura-will-prevail.html' title='Your aura will prevail!'/><author><name>Ian LeVine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846822338598118404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-9163440926711187799</id><published>2008-01-09T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:43:29.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Sone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-9163440926711187799?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9163440926711187799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=9163440926711187799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9163440926711187799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9163440926711187799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-one-of-my-favorite-memories-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06950172480368586788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6194613401010663066</id><published>2008-01-09T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:56:36.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulousness That Is Dr. Jean Baker</title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jake Mathiason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6194613401010663066?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6194613401010663066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6194613401010663066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6194613401010663066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6194613401010663066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/fabulousness-that-is-dr-jean-baker.html' title='The Fabulousness That Is Dr. Jean Baker'/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797691868270462503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8022773919691729471</id><published>2008-01-09T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:08:27.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 1983 Washington, DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rr1OlahkvQE/R4VFB3jB09I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDFPCYQkp-E/s1600-h/liz+and+jean+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rr1OlahkvQE/R4VFB3jB09I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDFPCYQkp-E/s320/liz+and+jean+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153601246988456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rr1OlahkvQE/R4VFB3jB0-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gKY7FP3apEc/s1600-h/liz+and+jean+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rr1OlahkvQE/R4VFB3jB0-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gKY7FP3apEc/s320/liz+and+jean+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153601246988456930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and I in front of the Washington Monument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8022773919691729471?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8022773919691729471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8022773919691729471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8022773919691729471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8022773919691729471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/spring-1983-washington-dc.html' title='Spring 1983 Washington, DC'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886398676252872803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rr1OlahkvQE/R4VFB3jB09I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDFPCYQkp-E/s72-c/liz+and+jean+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5617123591191574472</id><published>2008-01-09T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:11:10.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Endearing</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5617123591191574472?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5617123591191574472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5617123591191574472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5617123591191574472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5617123591191574472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-endearing.html' title='Always Endearing'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17555576324951325937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3372383250587656244</id><published>2008-01-09T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:29:35.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I so admire the way you have lived your life and carried joy with you.</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately smile when I think of you, Jean.  On your office door,&lt;br /&gt;there is a small picture of you when you were a beautiful curly-haired&lt;br /&gt;baby, sitting happily in the water with a huge smile on your face.  I&lt;br /&gt;can’t tell you how many times I have walked by that picture and&lt;br /&gt;thought, that’s still the Jean I know now. You carry a sense of joy,&lt;br /&gt;interest, and caring with you that is contagious and I thank you for&lt;br /&gt;that.  I feel so blessed to have had the chance to learn from you in&lt;br /&gt;graduate school.  My first class with you was this fall, and we had the &lt;br /&gt;wonderful opportunity to learn about you philosophy of teaching and&lt;br /&gt;training of psychologists.  Your passion, intellect, and above all,&lt;br /&gt;your humanity, struck me deeply.  I so admire the way you have lived&lt;br /&gt;your life and carried joy with you.  I will carry your lessons with me&lt;br /&gt;in my life and in my work.  Thank you so much for enriching my life and &lt;br /&gt;showering me, and so many others, with such blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Tasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3372383250587656244?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3372383250587656244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3372383250587656244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3372383250587656244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3372383250587656244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-so-admire-way-you-have-lived-your.html' title='I so admire the way you have lived your life and carried joy with you.'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-911266078621331766</id><published>2008-01-08T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:00:48.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;Jean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;Angie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-911266078621331766?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/911266078621331766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=911266078621331766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/911266078621331766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/911266078621331766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-it-is-amazing-to-read-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271756143390310030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-748453729248042805</id><published>2008-01-08T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:25:31.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jean-&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-748453729248042805?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/748453729248042805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=748453729248042805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/748453729248042805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/748453729248042805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-as-so-many-others-have-said-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996200558438952572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8536847955232108430</id><published>2008-01-08T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:19:53.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Relative Newcomer...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8536847955232108430?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8536847955232108430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8536847955232108430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8536847955232108430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8536847955232108430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/relative-newcomer.html' title='A Relative Newcomer...'/><author><name>Stacy Overstreet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05052579486135636556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5744326308094944831</id><published>2008-01-08T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:48:45.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The size of your heart</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Emily Sportsman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5744326308094944831?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5744326308094944831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5744326308094944831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5744326308094944831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5744326308094944831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/size-of-your-heart.html' title='The size of your heart'/><author><name>Emily Sportsman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18190229001430426486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3639109511840339689</id><published>2008-01-08T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:16:28.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guided by your beauty, wisdom and generosity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having read some of these entries maybe there should be a secondary blog attached to this one called, “drinking with Jean.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199841149_0"&gt;Lansing&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thank you for making learning a challenging experience, but one that is fun too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I very much admire your multiple illustrations of the tremendous potential genuine human relationships provide to further human development.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It occurs to me here on this blog, that your work, and who you are continues to blossom like the flowers in your picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of rocks, in reference to one of his many masterpiece carvings &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199841149_1"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt; once said, “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thank you for all of your goodness, insights and support, and most importantly for &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bringing who you are to the work you do, even under the most difficult of circumstances that you have had to endure. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope we can sip some red wine together soon, to remember Deluca’s and all the good times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John Sougstad, admirer and lifelong student (literally and figuratively)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3639109511840339689?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3639109511840339689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3639109511840339689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3639109511840339689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3639109511840339689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/guided-by-your-beauty-wisdom-and.html' title='guided by your beauty, wisdom and generosity.'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-939701123542359808</id><published>2008-01-08T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:17:32.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Dearest Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-939701123542359808?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/939701123542359808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=939701123542359808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/939701123542359808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/939701123542359808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you_08.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17988644158088004973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7763660555017932791</id><published>2008-01-08T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:24:09.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Gratitude To My Precious Friend and Colleague</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Jean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evelyn Oka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Co-Director with Jean of the MSU School Psychology Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7763660555017932791?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7763660555017932791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7763660555017932791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7763660555017932791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7763660555017932791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/with-gratitude-to-my-precious-friend.html' title='With Gratitude To My Precious Friend and Colleague'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10550045201929730402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7073896218300469554</id><published>2008-01-08T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:39:22.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Jean</title><content type='html'>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)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7073896218300469554?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7073896218300469554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7073896218300469554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7073896218300469554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7073896218300469554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-jean.html' title='Hello Jean'/><author><name>Melissa Bray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113766203049453096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7502608000090468860</id><published>2008-01-08T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:59:45.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"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!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ideas&lt;/span&gt; from my graduate program and not just a transcript listing my completed courses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love to you and your family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7502608000090468860?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7502608000090468860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7502608000090468860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7502608000090468860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7502608000090468860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Nora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612661809017773125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6790092071535041678</id><published>2008-01-08T04:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:16:25.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU</title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reading a number of the blogs from people who cherish and admire  you,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you are someone special to so many people.  You are also  very&lt;br /&gt;special to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played a very important role in my life even before  I&lt;br /&gt;was admitted to MSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many professors don't have the time or the  interest in&lt;br /&gt;answering e-mails from undergrads inquiring about their work or the  program.&lt;br /&gt;You accepted my e-mails and welcomed me with open arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember  being so excited that a professor in a real graduate school e-mailed me back  saying,&lt;br /&gt;" Sycarah, that is such a beautiful name!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to the interview  and saw you in person, you were such a beacon of light and hope for  graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so welcoming that I felt the urge and comfortable  enough&lt;br /&gt;to hug you.  You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU.  After&lt;br /&gt;coming to MSU you were great and so supportive during those times I  felt&lt;br /&gt;that "I just didn't belong" and you assured me that I did.  I know that  I&lt;br /&gt;would not be where I am today, had it not been for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a remarkable individual and I have very fortunate to have had the  opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to get to know you and your wonderful family. I can not thank you  enough for&lt;br /&gt;just being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sycarah D. Grant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6790092071535041678?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6790092071535041678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6790092071535041678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6790092071535041678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6790092071535041678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-were-huge-part-in-my-decision-to.html' title='You were a huge part in my decision to attend MSU'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-9148560924842130945</id><published>2008-01-08T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:17:26.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kindness, warmth, joy, energy, and talent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Jean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;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 &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199783079_0"&gt;Washington, DC&lt;/span&gt; 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!!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-9148560924842130945?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9148560924842130945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=9148560924842130945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9148560924842130945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9148560924842130945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/kindness-warmth-joy-energy-and-talent.html' title='kindness, warmth, joy, energy, and talent.'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-4164536836250023115</id><published>2008-01-07T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:04:38.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>personal and professional wisdom</title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blessed to know such a wonderful person. My warmest thoughts are with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hugs,&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-4164536836250023115?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4164536836250023115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=4164536836250023115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4164536836250023115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/4164536836250023115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/personal-and-professional-wisdom.html' title='personal and professional wisdom'/><author><name>My Lien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7404408496452592269</id><published>2008-01-07T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:32:13.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jean</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Zora &amp;amp; Ewen Todd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7404408496452592269?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7404408496452592269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7404408496452592269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7404408496452592269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7404408496452592269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-jean.html' title='Dear Jean'/><author><name>Zora Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689413023868371556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1404510441296034390</id><published>2008-01-07T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:40:03.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining such a bright light</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1404510441296034390?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1404510441296034390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1404510441296034390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1404510441296034390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1404510441296034390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/shining-such-bright-light.html' title='Shining such a bright light'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18224318070612560715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1067304736963993265</id><published>2008-01-07T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:18:52.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean inspires me and informs my professional work each and every day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jana Aupperlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1067304736963993265?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1067304736963993265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1067304736963993265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1067304736963993265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1067304736963993265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-inspires-me-and-informs-my.html' title='Jean inspires me and informs my professional work each and every day.'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7610400734759358401</id><published>2008-01-07T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:26:07.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_prU7djItkrw/R4Wr8F1J9CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nNRYkVWTNg/s1600-h/Photo_081005_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_prU7djItkrw/R4Wr8F1J9CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nNRYkVWTNg/s320/Photo_081005_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153714397441029154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Jean.  May peace and love be with you....hugs and kisses.  John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Found this picture and while a little blurry, had to post because it's one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Carlson&lt;br /&gt;Jean's Colleague in the School Psychology Program at MSU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7610400734759358401?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7610400734759358401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7610400734759358401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7610400734759358401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7610400734759358401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-you-jean.html' title='I Miss You Jean'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03541923713787678496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_prU7djItkrw/R4Wr8F1J9CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nNRYkVWTNg/s72-c/Photo_081005_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5494816977939359534</id><published>2008-01-07T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:31:19.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please know that our arms are wrapped around you</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you have touched the lives of so many&lt;br /&gt;colleagues and students in the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199723346_0"&gt;College of Education&lt;/span&gt;.  There are very&lt;br /&gt;few faculty members who are regarded so well--there is only&lt;br /&gt;admiration and appreciation of your dedication, expertise,&lt;br /&gt;appreciation, caring attitude, and deep commitment to people as well&lt;br /&gt;as programs.  You have meant a great deal to everyone not only in the&lt;br /&gt;school psychology program but across the college.  Your energy and&lt;br /&gt;efforts have contributed to the strength and strong reputation of the&lt;br /&gt;school psychology program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength has been inspiring and you have carried forth beyond&lt;br /&gt;expectations.  Your warmth and inviting smile warm the hearts of&lt;br /&gt;others.  What a joy it has been to have you as a colleague and&lt;br /&gt;faculty member in this college.  Please know that our arms are&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around you, and you have an indelible place in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deep affection and admiration,&lt;br /&gt;Carole&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Carole Ames&lt;br /&gt;Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199723346_1"&gt;College of Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5494816977939359534?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5494816977939359534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5494816977939359534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5494816977939359534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5494816977939359534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-know-that-our-arms-are-wrapped.html' title='Please know that our arms are wrapped around you'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-1267969494470331931</id><published>2008-01-07T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:37:38.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I’ve had a brush with joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-1267969494470331931?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1267969494470331931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=1267969494470331931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1267969494470331931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/1267969494470331931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-ive-had-brush-with-joy.html' title='Like I’ve had a brush with joy'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6503367062517875974</id><published>2008-01-07T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:19:06.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My time with Jean</title><content type='html'>Good morning.  From the moment I met Jean I was inspired by her never ending energy and collaborative spirit. For more than a year I have enjoyed our weekly (Tuesdays @ noon) conversations about the intersections of our work and family life. Her mentoring has meant so much to me personally &amp; professionally.   I had been struggling with self doubt as I balance academic life and mothering since I left grad school... but Jean never doubted me and for that I am eternally grateful.  I feel so blessed to have her in my life. This past Thursday I was notified that a research article Jean, Jana Apperlee, and I have been working on for the last year has been accepted for publication in the Elementary School Journal. Thank you for everything, Jean! I see my path more clearly because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sekile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6503367062517875974?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6503367062517875974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6503367062517875974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6503367062517875974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6503367062517875974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-time-with-jean.html' title='My time with Jean'/><author><name>sekile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474833275212885985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2356161658761480761</id><published>2008-01-07T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:35:24.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Fofi and I live in Greece. We have never met each other, yet I have got to know you quite well through Vicky's stories. Vicky is a dearest friend of mine and as you may already know, within the next few days she will give birth to a healthy baby, whose I am going to be the Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not possibly find the right words to describe Vicky's love, respect, gratitude and other warm feelings that I know she has for you. I can tell you though how grateful I am to you that you have been such a mentor and a dear friend to her. For all your guidance and support to Vicky, for the strength, optimism and altruism you have infused to her, as well as for your hospitality in Michigan, I thank you from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards to your beautiful family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fofi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2356161658761480761?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2356161658761480761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2356161658761480761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2356161658761480761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2356161658761480761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Dory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335123673992211494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNe1OB4r_qw/SXrzhQ_zegI/AAAAAAAAApg/Mr6Pqr8SOR0/S220/dory%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5469925933427154200</id><published>2008-01-06T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:45:49.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Appreciation for Who You Are</title><content type='html'>Dear Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a professional colleague who knows you from only our periodic national association contacts, I've come to admire your smile, easy-going and balanced outlook, and professional commitment to school psychology.  You are one of my role models as a bright woman who knows who she is and can lead with a gentle hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for your support, guidance, open mindedness, and professionalism for these dozen plus years of our acquaintance.  Please know how much your NASP colleagues love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Gorin, Executive Director&lt;br /&gt;National Association of School Psychologists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5469925933427154200?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5469925933427154200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5469925933427154200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5469925933427154200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5469925933427154200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/with-appreciation-for-who-you-are.html' title='With Appreciation for Who You Are'/><author><name>Susan Gorin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214489249567375080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8040339517216367026</id><published>2008-01-06T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:07:37.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for you, Jean</title><content type='html'>Jean, you have been so much a part of all our lives; and you always will be.  I love reading these accounts because I see you in new ways and I better understand the fullness of who you are.  I know this entry won’t do justice to you, and to my respect and love for you, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you when I first came to Michigan State (MSU) in 2001.  You were one of a handful of people who reached out to a new person on the faculty and said, “let’s go out for lunch.” I liked you immediately—your smile, your intellect, your appetite for life, your kindness—and the way you could just cut through the crap!  You welcomed my family into your home, made us dinner, made us feel welcome.  You gave me advice about MSU when I asked, invited me to collaborate on several projects you had started, and just listened when I needed to vent.  I remember sitting around and talking about schooling and education, hearing the extent of your visions for what schools need to do to really help kids who struggle; kids who are vulnerable and who few others understand. There is such clarity and brilliance in your ideas. I have always felt in awe of you, Jean; even more than a little jealous.  You are so widely admired by colleagues, administrators, and students.  You do it all—an outstanding and innovative teacher, a creative and productive researcher, an amazing mentor, a model citizen.  How do you do it all—and do it all so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this makes you sound so boring; your professional accomplishments are important, but only one facet of your multidimensionality—of your richness.  Jean, you sweep others along with you in your enthusiasm, in your zest for life, and in your good ideas.  I think of you and I think of dozens of moments in the intersections of our personal and professional lives—teaching, meeting, talking, dining, laughing, gossiping, helping, scheming--and I so wish I had made more time for those moments. I think of you and I see you in your office, talking at length with a student.  I think of you and I see you cheering lustily for France to win the World Cup.  I think of you and I see you taking the time to help Maria, my daughter, get the help she needed at school. I think of you and I know that good deeds and living the good life aren’t contradictory. You are so damn full of life, and bigger than life, and you will always be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8040339517216367026?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8040339517216367026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8040339517216367026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8040339517216367026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8040339517216367026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts-for-you-jean.html' title='Thoughts for you, Jean'/><author><name>cindy okolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05251468793034366016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-431306020311987441</id><published>2008-01-05T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:44:44.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime fun with Jeanie and Trudy</title><content type='html'>I used to be so lucky that my mom and dad would let me go visit with my really fun cousins for 2 weeks in the summer. Jean and Trudy had the reign of the girls school in Staunton Virginia that their mom Frances(my mom's oldest sister ) worked as either the head mistress or as the head nurse(not sure which?)&lt;br /&gt;Their dad Jack was the Episcopal priest at the church that was across the street from the school (At least that's how I remember it)&lt;br /&gt;We played all day on the school grounds running through what seemed like mazes and laughing a lot. I had my first acquaintence with Episcopalians(later went on to marry an Episcopal preist's son and converted ).  I was really taken by all the times you have to stand and kneel!&lt;br /&gt;Trudy and Jean always called me Dee-Dee(Dee is my middle name) Noone else has ever called me that except them!&lt;br /&gt;So when Frances died and I found out from Aunt Helen's daughter Debbie-I made contact with Trudy and Jean to express my sadness. From that point we were able to be part of Trudy's wedding to Drew with many other Arnold cousins who had all lost touch with each other-(We all used to play together at Grammy and Grampy's camp ,Dunwurken on Pushaw Lake in Bangor Maine when we were kids)It has added a whole new dimension to my life and most likely all our cousins who were able to reunite with their families at the wedding or at my house for Easter- Of course Jean and Trudy;Rodney and Vicky Fitzpatrick -Glenice's kids: Tommy Claybaugh-Millie's son; myself,Gary and Tina-all Joan's kids,Patti Arnold-Harold's daughter!&lt;br /&gt;My life is so much richer for finding these wonderful cousins who carry on the legacy of the Arnold Clan and I cannot even express the joy in sharing our lives stories, together.&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost them all physically for a long time ,but I never lost my love for them all.&lt;br /&gt;Having the opportunity to spend precious time with Jean at Trudy's wedding and the visit when she and Liz were down for spring break are times I will treasure forever!&lt;br /&gt;Please give her my deepest love !&lt;br /&gt;Dee-Dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-431306020311987441?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/431306020311987441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=431306020311987441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/431306020311987441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/431306020311987441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/summertime-fun-with-jeanie-and-trudy.html' title='Summertime fun with Jeanie and Trudy'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183029828310875528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRWxZZ2RvNA/SmD0uJYLDqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bHB-qwVFipw/S220/Diane+in+Vegas.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7412018072297640798</id><published>2008-01-04T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:53:05.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've enjoyed reading everyone's stories about their experiences with Jean. I've known Jean for about 7 years now and it's been wonderful to have her as a teacher, mentor and friend. I met Jean shortly after she began to develop her first online course, I was assigned to help her with the technology part. When we introduced ourselves she was quick to note that she wasn't sure about online teaching, but since she has always been interested in a challenge she thought she'd try it out. Little did she or I know at the time that the very course she wasn't sure about would become an award winning online course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jean and I got to know one another better, I realized she would be a great person to invite to be on my doctoral guidance committee and dissertation committee. Lucky for me she accepted and I can't begin to tell you all how helpful it was to have her support, feedback and friendship throughout the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, though, that I most cherish the friendship I've now developed with Jean as a colleague. She's done so much to encourage me to seize new opportunities and supported me in those efforts, even if she wasn't feeling 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean, I am truly grateful for your friendship!&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you in my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7412018072297640798?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7412018072297640798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7412018072297640798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7412018072297640798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7412018072297640798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-enjoyed-reading-everyones-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5290004098526765309</id><published>2008-01-04T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:15:14.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve heard so many wonderful stories about Jean and her family in this blog, and I would like to share another story from our young adulthood.  I think that we all agree that when we talk about our experiences with Jean, it’s not only Jean that we talk about, but other family members as well. This is the same wonderful family connection that I saw when I first met them in 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lived next door to the Baker’s, they always made me feel like part of their family. I felt that I had a special relationship with them as a family and with each, individually.  We spent much of our adolescent years together, Jean, Trudy and I.  Jean is two years younger than Trudy and I, but she was always included with everything that we did and it was quite evident that Jean and Trudy had always been the best of friends. All through high school I spent many weekends sleeping over at the Baker’s house. We would stay up late watching TV, listening to music, making prank calls to friends and just being teenagers; having a blast.    Regardless of what time we went to bed, Reverend Jack would always wake us up for Sunday mass.  Having been raised in the Catholic Church and not in the Episcopal, I took advantage of my parents being away, and would sleep in.  On occasion I attended a service or two with Jean and Trudy, and was surprised to find that the format of the mass was very similar to the Catholic mass.  When I questioned Rev Jack about the similarities, I got a very long history of both religions and was told emphatically that I was a “Roman” Catholic which is different than an Episcopalian “catholic”, and that I should never mistake the fact that they are different.  He was always very passionate and proud of being an Episcopalian minister and held it in the highest esteem.  Hmmmm…..well, needless to say, I picked up on his sensitivity of even the mere suggestion of the Episcopal Church being akin to the Roman Catholic, and I took every opportunity to question and tease him about it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that story to tell you this one:  When it was announced that Jean and Watts were to be married, it was a very happy time.  I chuckle when I think about the day we were together talking about it.  Jack, Fran, and Jean were there, and I’m not sure if Trudy was or not.  Anyway, we were all talking about Jean and Watts, where is he from, how’d they meet, etc., having a wonderful time, when Rev Jack leaned over to me, had his hand up to his face as to whisper to me so that no one else could hear, (but of course everyone could) “he’s a Lutheran!”  I laughed and replied “well, at least he’s not Roman Catholic!”  We all roared!  Jean, smiling, rolled her eyes; looked at her dad, who was smiling and looking back at her, told him “you’re incorrigible”. You could see that they shared a a special moment.  Of course he meant the remark in jest because of our religious discussions.  He then went on to talk about what a fine young man Watts was and that he and Jean would surely have a happy and wonderful life together.  Smart man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5290004098526765309?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5290004098526765309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5290004098526765309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5290004098526765309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5290004098526765309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-heard-so-many-wonderful-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705223877058733640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8175071721705524753</id><published>2008-01-04T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:28:16.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Rocks, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>As Gene has said, Jean Rocks.   We joined Holy Cross Lutheran Church at about the same time Jean, Watts, Liz and Charles joined when we all moved to Athens.  Since first meeting this wonderful family, we formed a special bond....how can you not with such a warm and fun family.   Of course, Charles and Brandon bonded like two brothers.  I remember how the two boys would find each other at church to sit together and Jean and I would be flanking them like bookends.  These boys are way too cute for us to not sit in on their conversations.   I remember hearing their “whispering” conversations and Jean and I will look at each other and nearly busted out laughing at their antics.  Jean will share with us child rearing stories and she would give us advise which had been invaluable to us.  I too remember the wonderful parties Jean and Watts would throw on special occasions and sometimes for no reason at all except for good fellowship.  I especially treasure the mornings of when Jean stayed with us to visit when she is back in town doing her Grant research and we would just talk and talk.  While we had serious topics to discuss, we also had a lot of laughs.  What a gem of a gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8175071721705524753?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8175071721705524753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8175071721705524753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8175071721705524753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8175071721705524753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-rocks-pt-2.html' title='Jean Rocks, pt. 2'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811828554484710469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3353358541506749193</id><published>2008-01-04T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:39:43.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Jean Rocks</title><content type='html'>We have known Jean, Watts, Liz, and Charles for over 14 years and continue to enjoy a very close and special friendship with our family in Athens, GA. Our special friendship started as a small ministry group at Holy Cross Lutheran Church where we enjoyed: many fun adventures in the great outdoors (Jean and Watts especially loved the many wonders that are there to enjoy) including parks,  hiking, splashing at water parks or at the pool - Jean is such a terrific, charming, and fun sister full of joie de vivre!; many heartfelt, in depth, and profound discussions about life, spirituality, philosophy, beer, raising children, child psychology, more beer, and many of life's growth opportunities - I have always marvelled at Jean's wonderful insights and gifts in all these areas, many of which we applied for our family and conveyed to others. As Jean and Watts are also gourmet chefs and terrific hosts, we also enjoyed the many wonderful parties full of great food (even the experimental recipes) and fun fellowship with their expansive circle of friends and family which ensured there was never a dull moment in the Baker-Rozell household with a seemingly endless stream of life traffic flowing through.  Speaking of family, Jean and Watts were not only totally devoted to their lovely children, beautiful and free spirited Liz (wonder where she gets it from??), tall and handsome Charles, but also to Jean's mom and dad, Fran and Jack respectively;  Jean and Watts expanded their home to share their love with Fran and Jack where they enjoyed their time together partying, gardening, and bonding.  This type of love and devotion is reflective also of the type of love Jean and Watts share: free flowing and expansive as the wind and holy spirit, and grounded in the Lord our rock and earth as the foundation.  When Jean transferred to Michigan with this terrific opportunity we and our Holy Cross family missed Jean's wonderful spirit and fellowship tremendously.  We enjoyed Jean's frequent visits to Athens to work on various projects and had the recent good opportunity to return some of the early favors by sharing our home with her and with Watts and Charles on other occasions with good food at some of Jean's favorite places including the Grit, Blue Bird cafe, Last Resort, and the Botanical Gardens.  We also enjoyed visits by Charles who has always been great friends with our son Brandon and marvelled at how TALL Charles has grown with rock star good looks as well; with his ingenuity Charles may even convert the cello into an electric acoustic instrument for his band someday.  Charles and Brandon have always had a special bond ranging from their love for Star Wars (with frequent light saber duels), Legos, video and PC games, music, and obstacle courses.  We also enjoyed taking Charles around some of his more familiar areas (Athens eateries; White Water waterpark; Six Flags) and some new adventures (LAN Gaming parties; GA Aquarium; Sweet Tomatoes gourmet salad restaurant; Grand Buffet chinese seafood restaurant to name a few).  Brandon also had fun on several trips to Michigan where he visited several museums, shows, enjoyed gourmet (and experimental) cooking,  and even participated in a 'cooking show' for gourmet cookies produced by Liz and Charles!.....Yumm!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean, Watts, Liz and Charles are FAMILY (which means that you're STUCK with us) who we miss here in Athens and will always have in our hearts and spirit with love, hugs, and smoochies always!   God bless and Keep y'all in His loving care with Peace, Balance, Healing, Strength, Courage, and Wisdom.......Your Athens Family, Brother Gene, Sister Kathy, Brandon, and our Holy Cross Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3353358541506749193?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3353358541506749193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3353358541506749193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3353358541506749193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3353358541506749193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/sister-jean-rocks.html' title='Sister Jean Rocks'/><author><name>Brother Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11674379052379164877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-99346601649401050</id><published>2008-01-03T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:27:03.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here's another friend from Athens,GA. new to the Blog world but Jean, Watts, Liz and Charles are worth my attempt. Elizabeth was the only other girl my daughters age in Sunday School and she and Christina hit it off from the start. They attended different schools but they were in Girl Scouts together as Juniors and received their God and Country Award together with Watts help and guidance. Jean even became one of the GS Leaders and added her professional expertise to our challenging and diverse group of girls. Halloween was always another adventure and I only recall Charles being a Star Wars character or Ninja of sorts, always with a stabbing "weapon" of sorts in his hands,and very active!; Elizabeth was a Princess. Thanksgiving dinners at your house in Cedar Creek was a delicious and joyous occasion, with much drinking and merriment. You were all there for our family when Tim was sick and we have been blessed with seeing you when you have returned to Athens for quick professional meetings and your travel pictures these past years. Charles was TALL when we saw him this year visiting Brandon and Athens.&lt;br /&gt;Keep loving generously, caring deeply, receive the comfort of our prayers and leave the rest to God. We all love you, Lynn, Christina, David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-99346601649401050?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/99346601649401050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=99346601649401050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/99346601649401050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/99346601649401050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/southern-thoughts.html' title='Southern thoughts'/><author><name>lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8919077115978414567</id><published>2008-01-03T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:11:29.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JEAN AT MOTHER'S 80TH BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30V1c-2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BY_y-rcbpOw/s1600-h/Sprite+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30V1c-2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BY_y-rcbpOw/s320/Sprite+378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151297556838786338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean made her way to Oklahoma for mother's 80th Birthday party! We were so delighted that the entire family could make it for this special event!&lt;br /&gt;Jean these are the other family members in Oklahoma that love you too!!&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy that Jean , Butch , Charles and Elizabeth could be at this very special event!&lt;br /&gt;Ann &amp; Randy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8919077115978414567?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8919077115978414567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8919077115978414567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8919077115978414567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8919077115978414567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-at-mothers-80th-birthday.html' title='JEAN AT MOTHER&apos;S 80TH BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Marla Quent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18243649554643025267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30V1c-2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BY_y-rcbpOw/s72-c/Sprite+378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7227191818001579089</id><published>2008-01-03T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:44:27.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Becky from Athens, GA. I knew Jean and Watts and Elizabeth (she wasn't Liz then) and Charles as we worshipped together and did ministry together at Holy Cross Lutheran Church.  Jean was teaching a parenting class when we first attended and did so much to make us feel welcomed and included.  I so enjoyed her way of calm, intelligent, happy, creative insight! Her family was so refreshingly wacky and real. We had great fun and meaningful fellowship with the Baker-Rozell family and my thoughts and prayers are with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7227191818001579089?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7227191818001579089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7227191818001579089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7227191818001579089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7227191818001579089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-im-becky-from-athens-ga.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054933301042884503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-9122818459432663273</id><published>2008-01-03T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:11:46.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JEAN ONE OF MY FAVORITE SISTER-IN-LAWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30IxM-2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1DKnNvH1yHw/s1600-h/Sprite+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151283190173181202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30IxM-2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1DKnNvH1yHw/s320/Sprite+413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jean is on of my very favorite sister-in-laws! (please don't tell the rest of the sister-in-laws) Once you meet Jean, you know that she is a very special person with a warm and caring heart.&lt;br /&gt;We are all so very proud of her and all of her accomplishments over the years!&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I so enjoyed our visit last Fall with Jean and Butch and my wonderful niece and nephew Charles and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;The entire family was so gracious to us on our visit, and this was our first time in Michigan, and as I left was wondering why we had not visited them before now.&lt;br /&gt;Jean and Butch always came to Oklahoma to see us except when our father flew us all up to their wedding in Boston twenty six or twenty seven years ago. And that was a wonderful trip for the entire family! What a beautiful memory to have!&lt;br /&gt;We love you Jean! And I am so very proud to have you as my sister-in-law!&lt;br /&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Randy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of family that love you Jean in Oklahoma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-9122818459432663273?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9122818459432663273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=9122818459432663273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9122818459432663273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/9122818459432663273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jean-one-of-my-favorite-sister-in-laws.html' title='JEAN ONE OF MY FAVORITE SISTER-IN-LAWS!'/><author><name>Marla Quent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18243649554643025267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nthZHYQxHsE/R30IxM-2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1DKnNvH1yHw/s72-c/Sprite+413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6309442730245855455</id><published>2008-01-02T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:11:55.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I joined Jean's Blogger today, from Korea</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;My name is Gu Ick Lee from korea. I'm Watts's frend and one who loves Watts's family.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to join this blogger and I'd like to talk with you about everything especially&lt;br /&gt;Jean's matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6309442730245855455?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6309442730245855455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6309442730245855455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6309442730245855455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6309442730245855455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-joined-jeans-blogger-today-from-korea.html' title='I joined Jean&apos;s Blogger today, from Korea'/><author><name>GU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226988948926589086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-6420162409725027795</id><published>2008-01-02T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:37:54.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;where to begin...at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I met Jean but I call her Weenie, {not sure she has ever been keen on that but it is a term of endearment} the summer of '73. I was hired as the Arts and Crafts director at an Episcopalian camp Bement outside Worcester Ma. I fell in love with the camp and Jean simultaneously. Jean was still at Barnard and I called her my brainiac friend. Weenie introduced me to sipping Sherry in our little outpost building on the days off when the campers were gone. It was lovely, I hadn't known the joys of feeling tipsy at 3pm on gorgeous Massachusetts days. And I was the elder! We talked endlessly,  we cuddled we laughed and we played and talked even more. I was welcome at her parents home and i recall a bizarre contraption in the kitchen that was a sauna for one...looked like an iron lung machine, it terrified me. They had a chihuahua that had terrible breathing problems..it snuffled an awful lot...it was weird, i didn't know people like this! I remember her mom and her endless energy, cooking baking for church functions making wacky craft projects. Her father was the first Episcopalian minister i had met, and been invited into the privacy of his domain. His family referred to him affectionately as "Hilly", but i don't think I ever knew why. Or my age has made me forget at this point He had a wonderful library and the room itself was woody and filled w/books and had a serious intellectual feel to me. I loved that room. Their home was warm ,loving and filled with good humour and acceptance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I worked at Bement for a few years and loved it there, Jean and I were soul mates. She has a wonderful giggle gaggle laugh...a kind of "guffaw." One evening as we returned from a night off and out at a local pub called the Massasoit, which is now no longer, as we walked a little giggly and tipsy, we walked up the incline to camp, there was a newly built replacement building in which her mom worked and lived and tended to giving out meds and the sick campers  as well as it housing visiting ministers and others. As we approached the building there we saw a wall of windows on the side of this structure, I am dating myself but like from Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In TV show, we saw a few images happening at once while the inhabitants saw nothing. excpt the darkness and Jean and I, if they happened to be looking... our very funny friend Todd was yelling to us, we are now hysterical w/laughter as one of the "drier" stuffier visiting ministers could be seen in full light by Jean and myself while sitting on the potty reading a newspaper. We nearly wet ourselves while Todd couldn't understand what the heck was so funny. It was a sight!! if you can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I graduated college and moved to Chicago and made it thru my 1st yr attending the Erikson Institiute, during that yr Jean came to visit, we lost a dear friend that yr and Jean of course picked me up in Boston and held me and we cried all night. The next yr Weenie decided to take the risk after graduating herself and moved out to Chicago and we shared our apt. She brought the family Siamese cat who ate peanut butter out of the jar...i loved the cat. I remember that year Diana was marrying Prince Charles and her parents came to Chicago and those wacky 3 Bakers holed themselves up in a hotel and watched &lt;strong&gt;all night and day&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't imagine what all  the fuss was about. Jean then met Watts very shortly thereafter and that my dears is the beginning of that journey for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I was in thier wedding and Jean came to mine in '83. We visited when Elizabeth was a baby when they were in Ma for a visit and I was pregnant with my first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love Jean, I always said she had the creamiest white skin I had ever seen....creamy like milk, just beautiful. we never fought, I always have loved Jeanie for the wonderful friend she was to me. We shared many interests and loves. I wont go into that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; My only regret is that I didn't get to know Elizabeth and Charles and share more in our professional careers and daily life. But we did share many years and I suppose I had to let you all have the opportunity to make  your own memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-6420162409725027795?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6420162409725027795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=6420162409725027795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6420162409725027795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/6420162409725027795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-to-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886398676252872803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3044293919705984391</id><published>2008-01-02T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:22:06.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Children</title><content type='html'>My friendship with Jean is more recent than some described in these wonderful postings - yet it is over 20 years old now.  I measure the length of our relationship by the ages of our children (Jean's oldest, Elizabeth, and my only, Will) who are only three months apart in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jean when we were both pregnant and I was teaching my first class in the School Psychology Program at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UW&lt;/span&gt;-Madison.  Jean was a student (outstanding, of course) in the class. But our friendship and professional collaboration was cemented when, two years later, Jean completed her year-long internship with me as her supervisor at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Waisman&lt;/span&gt; Center in Madison.  Our professional work together was rich and stimulating; even now when we get together at conferences we jump immediately into discussions of our work. But our friendship has always had at its center our early parenting days together.  While at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waisman&lt;/span&gt; Center when the children were two years old, we regaled each other with stories of the kids (and, yes, sometimes the fathers).  I'll never forget the day Jean bounded into my office and said "You will never guess what happened this morning!"  That day Watts had combined the dregs of three different kinds of cereals into one bowl for Liz. Oh the shock! How could he??? Didn't he realize how upset she would be? We laughed until we cried.  When we left to go to our first conference away from Madison (Nashville!) as mothers - leaving the children behind- we hooted and hollered as we drove away from her house - independent for four whole days. Yet at the end of our trip we could hardly wait to have those children (and fathers) in our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain connected through our children. I love my updates on how Liz and Charles are doing. I hope to continue receiving them for a long time to come. All my love to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3044293919705984391?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3044293919705984391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3044293919705984391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3044293919705984391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3044293919705984391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/raising-children.html' title='Raising Children'/><author><name>Julie McGivern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712530562719842871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-7340975712064585010</id><published>2008-01-01T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:15:36.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean, Cousin Diane, &amp; Trudy @ Wedding/Jean with Baby Ottawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt9w4-mGRAY/R3uMWgSEFMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NnhBhM-LTf0/s1600-h/Partners+in+Sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150864917079004354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt9w4-mGRAY/R3uMWgSEFMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NnhBhM-LTf0/s320/Partners+in+Sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt9w4-mGRAY/R3uMKgSEFLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTMyAdHce54/s1600-h/three-ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150864710920574130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt9w4-mGRAY/R3uMKgSEFLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTMyAdHce54/s320/three-ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My marriage to Drew a year ago was cause for celebration - a celebration that included a family reunion. Jean was my Matron of Honor and key in the planning and execution of a near flawless event. Many of the Arnold clan (Fran's side of the family) gathered here in South West Florida - some from as far away as New Hampshire, including our dear Aunt Helen. It was especially fun as many in attendance were cousins that Jean and I had not seen since our childhood summers at Grammy &amp;amp; Grampy's camp in Maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Jean hosted a brunch for the relatives - many stories, laughs, and Bloody Marys were shared. Jean did double duty that day as she was also babysitting our kids (quite spoiled ones) - Kevin &amp;amp; Shelly (Chihuahuas) and Ottawa (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) - while Drew and I spent a few days away. She was wise enough to wait until we got back (I checked on them &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt; times by phone) to tell me that Kevin was nearly inconsolable at times, howling in the window thinking that his mama had left him. Ah, the duties of an aunt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-7340975712064585010?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7340975712064585010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=7340975712064585010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7340975712064585010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/7340975712064585010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/jeancousin-dianetrudy-weddingjean-with.html' title='Jean, Cousin Diane, &amp; Trudy @ Wedding/Jean with Baby Ottawa'/><author><name>Trudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623376994790667168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt9w4-mGRAY/R3uMWgSEFMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NnhBhM-LTf0/s72-c/Partners+in+Sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2075087950114230597</id><published>2008-01-01T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:49:23.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The corner of Allen and Park Ave.</title><content type='html'>Yes, Jean and her family had a Park Avenue address!  No, not NYC, welcome to Athol, Massachusetts!  There are so many memories of Jean, Trudy and I hanging out together...a few that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jean and Trudy a week before school started, mine and Trudy's freshman year.  I had been away all summer at our house in New Hampshire, and didn't realize that a new pastor and his family had moved in.  I was pleasantly surprised when I met Jean and Trudy, (girlfriends! Yeah!) because I had lived on Allen St. my whole life and the neighborhood was all boys.  Because I had lived next door forever, I knew the inside of the house like the back of my hand.  I used to sneak into the kitchen and slip up the back stairs to hang out, unbeknownst to Fran and Nit.  (Nit, our nickname for Jack, I don't remember where or why??)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran and Nit endured hours and hours of us listening to the 8-track tape deck with Joe Walsh, Bad Finger, or Jethro Tull blaring.  We spent many Sunday afternoons eating popcorn, drinking grape juice and listening to Deep Purple.  Poor Christopher Robin, we teased him relentlessly.  To this day, when I hear "Smoke on the Water", I'm back at Park Avenue with Jean and Trudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean's first crush???  Johnny P.  We teased her relentlessly too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winter, Trudy and I wore full length, wool Army coats and Jean wore a Navy one.  It was all the rage in high school.  We "borrowed" them from our dads or uncles, since most of them had been in WWII or the Korean War.  I think they weighed about 100 lbs...they were very heavy!  But, because they were cool, and lots of our friends were wearing them, we wore them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean, Trudy and I had many, many teenage experiences together...some to share, some to keep private.  I'll end here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne &lt;br /&gt;(or, as Fran used to say, "little Jeannie from next door"...get it?  Jean and Jeanne - both pronounced the same.  It was her way to refer to me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2075087950114230597?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2075087950114230597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2075087950114230597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2075087950114230597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2075087950114230597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/corner-of-allen-and-park-ave.html' title='The corner of Allen and Park Ave.'/><author><name>Jeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705223877058733640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8489630209701274211</id><published>2008-01-01T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:15:45.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>Jean and I have had many a laugh over the years at what Jean calls her best "Trudy Story", one she has shared with many.  We go back to high school and Miss Brown's Biology class.  Part of my obligation to fulfill course requirements was the assembling of various "collections" during the year.  In Baker tradition, they became family projects.  Those of you who knew Jack and Fran, know that we were not the outdoor type of family.  Jean led the way through the woods in search of the right colors for the leaf collection, and was out in front of us with a jar and a butterfly net to get the specimens for the "bug" collection.  The last collection of the year was one of fruit.  Being a bit rebellious and very much over collections by that point, I assembled the final one myself. &lt;br /&gt;     Each time Jean told the story, she would laugh and laugh as she recounted my wiping off the heavy syrup from the pieces of fruit as I took them from the &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;to pin onto the styrofoam board.  What put her on the floor every time was my placement of the final piece in the middle of the collection - a marachino cherry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8489630209701274211?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8489630209701274211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8489630209701274211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8489630209701274211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8489630209701274211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>Trudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623376994790667168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-3072782643502017362</id><published>2007-12-31T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:15:16.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Act Early - Acting Out</title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;Over a Christmas break at the Univ. of Georgia you and I ate pizza and keyboarded away putting together a proposal that became the ACT Early Project - Advancing the Competencies of Teachers for Early Interventions With Youth At-Risk for Emotional, Behavioral, and Academic Problems...what a time that was, having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aderhold&lt;/span&gt; Hall quietly to ourselves as we wrote and edited.  Little did I anticipate they would actually give us money to go out and have a wonderful and creative experience studying the individual, group, and systemic characteristics of students, their teachers, and their schools.  What a delight, and truly rewarding.  The project continued for three years with our ACT Early Team developing a culture of creative scholarship, with you, Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamphous&lt;/span&gt;, and our graduate students working to change the world of assessment, evaluation, policy, and intervention.  Then Michigan State called, but we continued the project another 4 years, and low and behold, students are still using the data today to make sense out of how our students develop and how teachers address the problems of individual and systemic behavior.  A lot of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;professorese&lt;/span&gt;" discussion to say: that was the most creative set of years and the most enjoyable and fun research project I've ever engaged in.  You, my friend, happen to have been the spark, the element of creativity, the surge of energy, that made this project great.  I learned an enormous amount from you and Randy and our students, and I continue to marvel at the shared experiences we had.  And the great wine and bourbon discussions marked the memory well also.&lt;br /&gt;     I am still irked that Michigan State got you - we had such a wonderful team - and I miss the friendship.  Thanks for reaching out and helping maintain the contacts all these years.  We'll get LIFE done and then move on to other fun ways to be connected. &lt;br /&gt;     Now, as to recipes - our recipes were for fun and creativity...yet we cooked up some great plans, interventions, and projects.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs...Andy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-3072782643502017362?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3072782643502017362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=3072782643502017362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3072782643502017362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/3072782643502017362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/act-early-acting-out.html' title='Act Early - Acting Out'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03593750125090991035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-5890001666508459923</id><published>2007-12-30T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:42:30.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunwurken</title><content type='html'>This is my very first entry on a blog, anywhere, ever...  So I'm not quite sure if there is a protocol.  But honestly, I've never been real concerned with protocol, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of Jean bring me right back to childhood summers at Grampy's camp on Little Pushaw Lake.  Every summer I spent a week or two up there with the Baker's.  My sweetest memory may be of the three of us - Trudy, Jean and me - jumping out of Grampy's small fishing boat, naked, into the the lake.  Such a sweet innocence to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Trudy and Jean were really into Batman and Robin, which is something I never could understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I never understood back then, but what I finally came to understand when I had my own child, was what I thought was this imaginery world that they had made up with their soft-spoken father, Jack.    It seemed to me that Jack mostly whispered all the time.   And he whispered a lot to Trudy and Jean.    They made a lot of references to Pooh and Piglet.  I didn't know what they were talking about, but I did know that they had a magical relationship with their father...one I envied.  When my son, Tucker, was  a few years old, we were introduced to the movies of Winnie the Pooh.  They were delightful, and I was shocked to find that Winnie the Pooh had been a classic children's book , and the source of the magical world that I thought Trudy, Jean and Jack had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summers at Dunwurken with Trudy and Jean are my favorite childhood memories.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-5890001666508459923?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5890001666508459923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=5890001666508459923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5890001666508459923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/5890001666508459923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/dunwurken.html' title='Dunwurken'/><author><name>Reanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409628690703751377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-2994338095953996502</id><published>2007-12-29T15:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:33:58.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipies From Jean</title><content type='html'>God I do not know what I would have done with out her help.  Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean is guided by several first principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do it right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always think six steps ahead&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace and balance&lt;br /&gt;4. Take time to enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;5.  It is hard for me to remember all of these so please add your own stories as to things that Jean has taught you or that you hold in common with her or taught her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more as I go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-2994338095953996502?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2994338095953996502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=2994338095953996502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2994338095953996502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/2994338095953996502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/recipies-from-jean.html' title='Recipies From Jean'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380649145748721629.post-8203030704419641223</id><published>2007-12-29T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T15:11:40.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Friends and family,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a great Christmas, filled with all of the traditions of the season. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The whole family attended Christmas Eve service at &lt;a href="http://www.allsaints-el.org/"&gt;http://www.allsaints-el.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spirits are strong as we walk through the valley.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean’s cancer has returned and has spread throughout her body. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She is taking chemo therapy and I am praying that she will recover her strength. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Two weeks ago I grew so concerned with her condition I called Hospice. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The time for their care has not come. Her spirits are strong and we have many kind and loving friends that are praying for us and supporting us in many ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I invite your participation in this online forum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Warm regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380649145748721629-8203030704419641223?l=cookingwithjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8203030704419641223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380649145748721629&amp;postID=8203030704419641223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8203030704419641223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380649145748721629/posts/default/8203030704419641223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookingwithjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-step.html' title='The first step'/><author><name>Cooking With Jean Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14174833391715625736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
