I haven't seen Janice since we graduated so many years ago but, in spite of the years and the wide gap in time, I'm very saddened by reading about her passing. My memory of the girl she was, the person she was, the contemporary she was is as strong now as it was when we were at Landon and even earlier. And, of course, long before Landon, the years we shared at Sunday School at the Center.
For her family and friends, Janice -- as I knew her then, before she blossomed into 'Jan' after we graduated -- was always warm, sincere, genuine, gracious and open. I'm sure those qualities never changed over all the years, and she was always as warm and loving as she was when we were in elementary and junior / high school.
Jan, it has been six decades since I've seen you but, regardless, your passing leaves a void which cannot be filled and I will miss you dearly. I've always thought of you with strong, positive feelings, and that won't change.
Ditto to everything Lee said, especially the part about Sunday School. My parents were friends with Janice's parents, Bert and Bill Tobias, and I suspect that I knew her as far back as elementary school. It is sad to see so many of our classmates passing away. We will miss you Janice. (Sorry I never knew you as Jan.)
It was a blazing hot June day when the Genealogy Society was cleaning headstones in the old Riverside Memorial Cemetery off Normandy Boulevard in Jacksonville, Florida. I was working my way past the old Fleet family plots, the Ginsburgs, and finally, the Hechts. We were straightening the tombstones, scouring off the moss and mold, and resetting some bases to the monuments where possible.
My friend Gretchen asked me to bring the water hose over to some newly laid turf which was turning brown in the sun. It was Janice Tobias, lying next to her parents, William and Bertha. She was at peace at last from her terrible pain.
When we were at Landon, we used to go through the drive-in at Jan’s Liquors on Philips Highway. Bill obviously named his liquor stores after his children, Jeri’s in San Marco and Jan’s across from the old Gordon Thompson Chevrolet dealership.
“Whaddaya think?” Gretchen asked. Not more than fifty feet away lay Billie Silverman. “I think she’s in good company,” I said. “I remember they used to sit near each other.” Jan had a beautiful smile, and Billy was Billy.
Thank you, God. I know they won’t be lonely. She can grin, and they can dance.
Oh, and as I was leaving the cemetery, I noticed that Lacy and Ronnie Van Zant of the Leonard Skinner Band were lying upfront. This must be a sign that Jan and Billy will have music for eternity.
Lee Sinoff
Janice !
I haven't seen Janice since we graduated so many years ago but, in spite of the years and the wide gap in time, I'm very saddened by reading about her passing. My memory of the girl she was, the person she was, the contemporary she was is as strong now as it was when we were at Landon and even earlier. And, of course, long before Landon, the years we shared at Sunday School at the Center.
For her family and friends, Janice -- as I knew her then, before she blossomed into 'Jan' after we graduated -- was always warm, sincere, genuine, gracious and open. I'm sure those qualities never changed over all the years, and she was always as warm and loving as she was when we were in elementary and junior / high school.
Jan, it has been six decades since I've seen you but, regardless, your passing leaves a void which cannot be filled and I will miss you dearly. I've always thought of you with strong, positive feelings, and that won't change.
Lee
Gail Grossman (Rice)
Ditto to everything Lee said, especially the part about Sunday School. My parents were friends with Janice's parents, Bert and Bill Tobias, and I suspect that I knew her as far back as elementary school. It is sad to see so many of our classmates passing away. We will miss you Janice. (Sorry I never knew you as Jan.)
Charles Young
It was a blazing hot June day when the Genealogy Society was cleaning headstones in the old Riverside Memorial Cemetery off Normandy Boulevard in Jacksonville, Florida. I was working my way past the old Fleet family plots, the Ginsburgs, and finally, the Hechts. We were straightening the tombstones, scouring off the moss and mold, and resetting some bases to the monuments where possible.
My friend Gretchen asked me to bring the water hose over to some newly laid turf which was turning brown in the sun. It was Janice Tobias, lying next to her parents, William and Bertha. She was at peace at last from her terrible pain.
When we were at Landon, we used to go through the drive-in at Jan’s Liquors on Philips Highway. Bill obviously named his liquor stores after his children, Jeri’s in San Marco and Jan’s across from the old Gordon Thompson Chevrolet dealership.
“Whaddaya think?” Gretchen asked. Not more than fifty feet away lay Billie Silverman. “I think she’s in good company,” I said. “I remember they used to sit near each other.” Jan had a beautiful smile, and Billy was Billy.
Thank you, God. I know they won’t be lonely. She can grin, and they can dance.
Oh, and as I was leaving the cemetery, I noticed that Lacy and Ronnie Van Zant of the Leonard Skinner Band were lying upfront. This must be a sign that Jan and Billy will have music for eternity.