Ellen Katherine Landsman (nee Kane) died December 20th, 2010 from injuries sustained in an automobile accident. Ellen, 46, grew up in Houston, Texas, attended Memorial High School, and later the University of Texas at Austin. For the past 18 years she made Atlanta (East Cobb) her home. Ellen is survived by her husband, Howard, daughters Francesca and Ansley, and son Ryan. Parents Dr. and Mrs. Francis J. Kane Jr., siblings, Mary (John) McIlhone, Katie Kane, Frank (Shelby) Kane, Elizabeth Easley, Dr. Cecelia Kane, and Terra (David) Cline.
Services will be held Monday, December 27th at 2pm at the Catholic Church of St. Ann, 4905 Roswell Rd. Marietta 30062. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations in honor of Ellen to Hosea Feed The Hungry www.hoseafeedthehungry.com. H.M. Patterson & Son Canton Hill is honored to be serving the family of Mrs. Landsman. Online condolences may be expressed at www.hmpattersoncantonhill.com
Wow, this is even hard to write about. I was at their house across the street the day back in 1973 that the Kane family moved in from New Orleans. They had six girls and one boy, and that included a set of beautiful twins that were my age, Ellen and Beth. Together with the other kids on the street, we hung out and played constantly through our gradeschool years. We built backyard forts, had a virtual zoo at the Kane's house, and there was always tag, hide-n-seek, ding-dong-ditch, or some other kid game or mischief going on just about every summer night, This was well before the days of cell phones or even 'kids' lines. The only way to contact Ellen and Beth at night was to throw pinecones at their window which was dangerous because it was directly over their parent's bedroom. After several pinecones the window would always open and the two beauties would sternly whisper in their soft New Orleans accents "Shh! You're going to wake up our Dad!" and then they'd always sneak outside to join the neighborhood kids. I remained friends with the Kane twins through high school and loosely in contact later when they both got married but lost touch with them soon after as our lives took us all in different directions. That absence cannot diminish the pain that I felt when I heard years later about Ellen's passing in an accident. She was an angel and always will be. Ellen, your friends are going to be down here throwing pinecones at your window in Heaven every day until we get to see you again. We all love and miss you.
Eric J. Poerschke
From Obituary Found Online:
Ellen Katherine Landsman (nee Kane) died December 20th, 2010 from injuries sustained in an automobile accident. Ellen, 46, grew up in Houston, Texas, attended Memorial High School, and later the University of Texas at Austin. For the past 18 years she made Atlanta (East Cobb) her home. Ellen is survived by her husband, Howard, daughters Francesca and Ansley, and son Ryan. Parents Dr. and Mrs. Francis J. Kane Jr., siblings, Mary (John) McIlhone, Katie Kane, Frank (Shelby) Kane, Elizabeth Easley, Dr. Cecelia Kane, and Terra (David) Cline.
Services will be held Monday, December 27th at 2pm at the Catholic Church of St. Ann, 4905 Roswell Rd. Marietta 30062. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations in honor of Ellen to Hosea Feed The Hungry www.hoseafeedthehungry.com. H.M. Patterson & Son Canton Hill is honored to be serving the family of Mrs. Landsman. Online condolences may be expressed at www.hmpattersoncantonhill.com
Jeff Roeling
Wow, this is even hard to write about. I was at their house across the street the day back in 1973 that the Kane family moved in from New Orleans. They had six girls and one boy, and that included a set of beautiful twins that were my age, Ellen and Beth. Together with the other kids on the street, we hung out and played constantly through our gradeschool years. We built backyard forts, had a virtual zoo at the Kane's house, and there was always tag, hide-n-seek, ding-dong-ditch, or some other kid game or mischief going on just about every summer night, This was well before the days of cell phones or even 'kids' lines. The only way to contact Ellen and Beth at night was to throw pinecones at their window which was dangerous because it was directly over their parent's bedroom. After several pinecones the window would always open and the two beauties would sternly whisper in their soft New Orleans accents "Shh! You're going to wake up our Dad!" and then they'd always sneak outside to join the neighborhood kids. I remained friends with the Kane twins through high school and loosely in contact later when they both got married but lost touch with them soon after as our lives took us all in different directions. That absence cannot diminish the pain that I felt when I heard years later about Ellen's passing in an accident. She was an angel and always will be. Ellen, your friends are going to be down here throwing pinecones at your window in Heaven every day until we get to see you again. We all love and miss you.
John Hand
Beautifully written Jeff