I remember Johns wonderful wood working and how he helped Adrienne with all of the quilt shows he was a kind and special man my heart goes out to his family especially Adrienne
❤️🙏 hugs
Thinking of John brings forth memories of San Diego. John was a friend of my older brother, Jeff. For their later years at Point Loma High, Jeff would drive around daily and pick up a car full of friends. I was always intrigued by John, and we became friends as adults. The wonderful bio on this site tells a lot more about John and his life than I knew, but it attests to what I admired about him–true and committed to his values, creative, giving and humble. Condolences to the family.
“I just wanted to express how sad I am to hear of John’s passing. He was a great guy to work with and often disrupted the tedium of board meetings with his wry wit. I enjoyed hanging out with him at board retreats and the annual party because he was both kind and irreverent, a rare combination.
“Please accept my sincere condolences for your loss.
“Deborah”
In one of those strange coincedences , the day John died, he was much in our thoughts, not only because of Adrienne’s reports on his decline but also because Lee and I and grandkids were visiting the Point à Callière museum here in Montreal where a good portion is devoted to excavations of Monteal’s sewers and what they tell about the city’s history. I think we visited it with John and Adrienne on one of their trips here, but what I really remember is how on another trip together, this one to Paris, John and I convinced Adrienne and Lee to take the tour of the sewers of Paris. It was fascinating, and so like John to be curious about a city’s internal workings.
Our friendship goes back to the 1960s–I also went to PLHS and Adrienne was my roomate at Berkeley–but we ended up thousands of miles away. Nevertheless whenever we got together the conversation picked up where it had left off, more or less. Whether the topic was woodworking (especialy for Lee and John), politics, or society at large, John always had something pertinent to say, something that almost always was funny too.
He was a man of princple with a wonderful sense of humour and a way of pointing out your shortcomings that made you laugh instead of grow defensive. We were privileged to know him, and we are privileged to count him and Adrienne as our friends. He was a man of princple with a wonderful sense of humour and a way of pointing out your shortcomings that made you laugh instead of grow defensive. We miss him already.
I was sorry to hear the news of John’s passing. Please accept my condolences. He will be greatly missed at the LRIS committee meetings. He always made insightful suggestions and comments along with a great sense of humor.
I remember Johns wonderful wood working and how he helped Adrienne with all of the quilt shows he was a kind and special man my heart goes out to his family especially Adrienne
❤️🙏 hugs
Thinking of John brings forth memories of San Diego. John was a friend of my older brother, Jeff. For their later years at Point Loma High, Jeff would drive around daily and pick up a car full of friends. I was always intrigued by John, and we became friends as adults. The wonderful bio on this site tells a lot more about John and his life than I knew, but it attests to what I admired about him–true and committed to his values, creative, giving and humble. Condolences to the family.
Shared by email, from Deborah England,
“I just wanted to express how sad I am to hear of John’s passing. He was a great guy to work with and often disrupted the tedium of board meetings with his wry wit. I enjoyed hanging out with him at board retreats and the annual party because he was both kind and irreverent, a rare combination.
“Please accept my sincere condolences for your loss.
“Deborah”
Mary Soderstrom
In one of those strange coincedences , the day John died, he was much in our thoughts, not only because of Adrienne’s reports on his decline but also because Lee and I and grandkids were visiting the Point à Callière museum here in Montreal where a good portion is devoted to excavations of Monteal’s sewers and what they tell about the city’s history. I think we visited it with John and Adrienne on one of their trips here, but what I really remember is how on another trip together, this one to Paris, John and I convinced Adrienne and Lee to take the tour of the sewers of Paris. It was fascinating, and so like John to be curious about a city’s internal workings.
Our friendship goes back to the 1960s–I also went to PLHS and Adrienne was my roomate at Berkeley–but we ended up thousands of miles away. Nevertheless whenever we got together the conversation picked up where it had left off, more or less. Whether the topic was woodworking (especialy for Lee and John), politics, or society at large, John always had something pertinent to say, something that almost always was funny too.
He was a man of princple with a wonderful sense of humour and a way of pointing out your shortcomings that made you laugh instead of grow defensive. We were privileged to know him, and we are privileged to count him and Adrienne as our friends. He was a man of princple with a wonderful sense of humour and a way of pointing out your shortcomings that made you laugh instead of grow defensive. We miss him already.
I was sorry to hear the news of John’s passing. Please accept my condolences. He will be greatly missed at the LRIS committee meetings. He always made insightful suggestions and comments along with a great sense of humor.