Janet Lorraine Price Bolles

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Janet Lorraine Price Bolles

8 avril 1927 - 22 avril 2022

8 avril 1927 - 22 avril 2022

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What is dying? I am standing on the sea shore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty, and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says: "She is gone". Gone! Where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in the masts, hull, and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone", there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout: "There she comes!" - and that is dying. - Bishop Brent (1862-1926)

On April 22nd, 2022, Janet moved on from a strong but painful body after beginning her ninety-fifth year of a life filled with energy, enthusiasm, an immensely wide range of interests, and a relentless urge to connect with everyone around her and appreciate the uniqueness of their lives. Her own life was characterized by love of God, love of people, love of causes and love and appreciation of the natural world. 

The youngest of four children raised by Thomas and Eleanor Price in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, she was the last living sibling of her family. She survived one child, Mark, and is survived by her three other children: Stephen (Julie), Gary (Heidi), and Sharon (Nando); stepchildren through her second marriage Cathy, Marna, Heidi, Erich, and Imke; grandchildren Shea (McKenzie), Kimma (Keith), Jennifer (Edgar), Melissa, Jasper (Chanel), Kyrianna, Christian, Brian, Emily and Greg; great-grandchildren Maggie, Olivia, Max and Noah; and many beloved nieces and nephews.

Janet grew up loving and being enchanted by a wide range of interests: animals; archaeology; US history, especially about the Civil War; the geography and natural wonders of our world; and the various ways she thrived on contributing to church life as a rector’s wife. At the age of 13, she met Richard Bolles, a lanky young man initially planning to be a chemical engineer until he felt called to the Episcopal ministry. They dated through high school and his brief Navy career at the end of WWII, then as they both attended  college – she to Radcliffe, he to MIT, then Harvard, and then divinity school. Along with her two best high school friends, she joined millions of other youth at the time as a Victory Farm Volunteer.

After marriage, she finished certification as a kindergarten teacher, and taught young children as she began to raise a family of her own and settled into being a young parish rector’s wife, raising four children born within five years. Her adventurous spirit embraced the family’s travels across the country, camping, visiting National Parks and seeing family. She also discovered an addiction to stopping at every historical monument marker and Civil War battlefield, which stretched travel time, the family’s appreciation of history, its trivia resources, and patience.

When Dick’s career took the family across the country in the mid-60s, she re-entered the workforce, teaching herself typing and shorthand to help support the family, a challenge she successfully took on as her marriage ended. She ultimately worked her way up through multiple positions at a local hospital, and through successive mergers became well-known and widely beloved in her work as Medical Staff Secretary with physicians and hospital administrators. She retired in 1988 after more than 20 years in the workforce, but continued to help some doctors who needed her skills. She then immersed herself in the next chapter as a volunteer for various organizations. None of these was more dear to her heart than as a greeter in the Conservatory of Flowers in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. There she kept a log of the countries visitors called home, and was endlessly fascinated and proud of the diversity of those she warmly welcomed to the Conservatory.

With similar passion and enthusiasm she was a devoted wife, mother, step-mother, mother-in-law, aunt, grandmother, great- grandmother and friend to many in her life. She loved sending cards and postcards, many of which we who loved her came to expect had been given a second purpose, as she cut them from earlier uses and sent them on. Her love and commitment to the planet was visible in other ways as well: committed to responsible use of our Earth’s resources, she grieved at the carelessness and impact of our frequently poor stewardship, and loved supporting a wide range of causes whose missions resonated with those in her heart.

She was surprised and delighted to find love in a new chapter of life with John Kleinmaus, and her second marriage was a time of shared experiences, travel, new opportunities, and an enlarged family. Despite her diligent efforts, one of the few causes she committed herself to but could not fulfill was to convert her husband’s deeply Germanic taste buds and constitution to an appreciation of ‘“health’” food. 

With John’s passing, she found a new home at the Heritage on the Marina, a picturesque and historic place in a beautiful section of San Francisco near the Bay. There she found many new friends and opportunities to create a stronger social fabric connecting people with each other. She never overlooked someone because of their station or circumstances in life, which was a model and example that her family – and those she embraced wherever she went – is grateful for.

Her beloved St. Mary the Virgin Episcopal Church in the Cow Hollow area of San Francisco was the center of her life in many respects. She served in many roles there over a number of decades, including singing in the choir, joining the handbell ringers, being part of the altar guild, becoming a lay deacon, and joining The Order of the Daughters of the King. 

It also pleased her that she and her first husband Dick were able to spend some time together late in his life, able to enjoy again the foundations, memories, relationships and connections that they had held in common a number of years earlier.

The COVID pandemic introduced new challenges, but her son Gary and his wife Heidi – both her daughter-in-law and step-daughter (it’s complicated), living nearby, did the best they could to connect her with loved ones through video conferencing, although the mysteries of electronics steadily eluded her. Her daughter Sharon and her husband Nando visited frequently, and the devoted attention of her beloved grandchildren, the enthusiasm of her great-grandchildren and relationships she sought to tend and nurture with other family and friends enriched her life and delighted her beyond measure to the very end.

Janet’s mother and grandmother both lived to be 101 years old, so the family’s expectations were that she would keep the tradition going. Over time, she stayed remarkably healthy, although she had increasingly profound health challenges and pain. Despite those barriers, she was able to participate whole-heartedly in a recent 95th birthday party on April 9th at St. Mary’s, as some of her family celebrated the remarkable achievements of her life and careers. As she spent time with everyone in different settings, she clearly enjoyed the experience of being loved and fulfilled.

She has moved on to new challenges and experiences, no doubt; she was certain of an afterlife. Those of us left behind miss her physical presence and contact, but celebrate with gratitude her memory, gifts and contributions in ways too numerous to mention. Her ashes were interred at St. Mary’s, where she will become part of the history of a place and places she so deeply revered.

One of her favorite benedictions in church comes from the Book of Romans, which does a good job of summing up her convictions and commitment to how she wanted to live her life:

Go forth into the world in peace.Be strong, and of good courage.Hold fast to that which is good; Render to no one evil for evil.Strengthen the faint-hearted;Support the weak.Help the afflicted;Show love to everyone.Love and serve the Lord,Rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit;And the blessing of almighty God,The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,Be among you and remain with you always.

Amen

 

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Jasper Raynolds

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Today I made bread colloquially known by my family as "Oma Bread". It's a recipe Oma (Janet) was fond of making whenever she came to visit--and often involved us kids! I've done it enough to have a little bit of muscle memory. This is the first time I've made the bread since her passing. The bread is just as delicious as I remember, and I was able to share some fond memories of her with my friends as we ate it. Next I'll have to make her famous cookies. Love you, Oma! Your grandson, Jasper Here's the recipe, should anyone want it: Mix 1.5 cups flour, 2 Tbsp. Yeast, .25 cups sugar, 1.5 tsp. Salt Mix 1.5 cups warm buttermilk and .25 warmed butter Add warm mix to flour mix and beat, dissolving lumps Add 3 eggs, then 1 egg white. Save yolk. Beat mix. Add enough flour to make mixture firm, not very sticky. Knead mix on table thoroughly. Cover in bowl. Let rise until doubled in size. Pound down, divide into several balls. Divide balls into three, roll into snakes and braid. Beat saved egg yolks with 1 teaspoon of water. Paint breaded loaves with egg yolk mix. Sprinkle with sesame seeds. Let rise until doubled again. Bake at 325 or 350 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes or until browned.

Publié 24 octobre 2022
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This was the homily given by the Very Reverend Lin Knight at Jan's memorial service: The Very Rev. H. T. Knight St. Mary the Virgin 8/6/22 Homily, Jan Bolles "What a truly long and wonderful life Jan had. We are fortunate to have been part of that life, and all of us are richer for it. Let’s take a step back, and take a longer look at our life from God. On the church calendar, today, August 6, is the Feast of the Transfiguration, the day when we remember the time Jesus and three of his closest friends climbed the mountain to pray. And the three friends, Peter and John and James, saw Jesus transfigured before their eyes, glowing with a blinding light. It was a major event in the life of Jesus, and of his followers. They saw him in a dazzling new light. I know Jan and some of her family have been to the Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming, just south of Yellowstone. The Tetons are truly spectacular, rising almost 7000 feet above the valley floor, to a height of 13,776 feet. Tucked into the valley below is the Chapel of the Transfiguration, a little log cabin with a picture window behind the altar framing the Grand Teton. Jan’s son Gary told me “…(the Chapel) was one of Jan’s favorite places”. And for good reason. Most of us who’ve been there can never forget it. And today, August 6, the day we’re celebrating the life of Jan Bolles, is the day we also celebrate the Transfiguration of Jesus on the mountain. In Jackson Hole, a short couple of miles from the Chapel of the Transfiguration, in the shadow of the Grand Tetons, is the little town of Kelly, Wyoming, population 125. And just outside the town limits is the Kelly dump. The Kelly dump. It’s probably the world’s most scenic town dump. Now why am I talking about the Kelly dump at Jan Bolles’ memorial service? On the Feast of the Transfiguration? There’s a part of the burial service we’ll hear in a few minutes that says, “For to your faithful people, O Lord, life is changed, not ended; and when our mortal body lies in death, there is prepared for us a dwelling place eternal in the heavens.” Life is changed, life is transfigured, when we pass from this life to the next. The Kelly Dump itself isn’t much to look at. It’s the view from the dump. You drive in a short dirt road past a lot of sagebrush and through the rusty old gate, and there before your eyes you can see a 360 degree panorama — the magnificent Teton Range to the west rising almost vertically from the valley floor, the huge Yellowstone plateau up to the north, to the east across Antelope Flats to the Sleeping Indian ridge, and to the south the ski slopes of Snow King forming the backdrop for the town of Jackson. It’s a view that defies photography, it’s so vast, and no words can begin to do it justice. The dump, of course, is just a dump. Trash and garbage. Bottles and cans and windblown papers and construction debris, with scavenger birds and animals scurrying ahead of the bulldozer blade before all the unpleasant cast offs of our throwaway civilization are covered over by a layer of dirt. It’s pretty ugly, like any dump. Great raw material perhaps for the archaeologists of future centuries, but right now it’s just a dump. If you walk around the Kelly Dump with your eyes and your concerns fastened on the ground, there’s no difference between this dump and any other dump. But look up — look up and meditate on that phrase in the 121st Psalm — “I lift up my eyes to the hills.” The view from the Kelly Dump is truly amazing, but only for those who lift up their eyes. Unless you lift up your eyes, it’s just an ordinary, unpleasant town dump. Jan was a person who lived her life looking up. Life can be a burden sometimes, can’t it. Sickness, failure, problems and disappointments, the death of our loved ones. Like all of us, Jan knew sadness, she knew disappointment. She had her physical ailments. But she never seemed to show it. She knew how to get the perspective of a longer look. She knew how to “lift up [her] eyes” to the eternal One who created the mountains, who made the whole creation, the One who is our help and who is always with us. Jan constantly reminded us that life is good — God is good. “I look to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, Who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.” Jan is gone now from our sight, and her earthly body has returned to the dust of the earth. But we have a sure and certain hope, the Easter hope, that death is not the end of the line but only a point of transfer, to a fuller and more abundant life where there is no pain or suffering but life eternal with God. “For to your faithful people, O Lord, life is changed, not ended; and when our mortal body lies in death, there is prepared for us a dwelling place eternal in the heavens.” Thank you, Jan, for reminding us to look up, to lift up our eyes, to know from whence our strength comes. You blessed us by your presence. May God bless you, Jan, and may God bless all of us, in this life and in the life to come."

Publié 14 septembre 2022
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Debbie Thornton

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From the first moment I met Jan, I fell in love with her beautiful and kind heart. She would never fail to let me know how much I was loved by her and her family, which was so touching. I always enjoyed catching up with Jan when she would visit Oregon and the stories she would share of her life and how much her family meant to her. Here's a sweet photo I captured at her daughter, Sharon's 60th birthday. Even without words, you could just feel the love between them. <3 ~Debbie, one of Sharon's closest friends

Publié 8 septembre 2022
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Publié 15 septembre 2022
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From Pat O'Connor: We would regularly meet at Maggie‘s in beautiful Benicia. We loved going there, and Maggie would fix these incredible lunches. We would sit in her gazebo and pick figs from the fig tree and just enjoy ourselves so much. Jan was often the driver out to Benicia, and she loved to drive. I would tell her I thought she was a long-haul truck driver in a previous incarnation. We were a very close group of women friends who offered great comfort and support to each other. I treasure the times that we had together I know we all did treasure our friendship. I’m thinking of how much your mom enjoyed life, took great joy in little things and embraced it all. And Jan would let us know how much we meant to her. I always felt a deep understanding from Jan. Our whole group shared that. And when I feel sad from the loss of Jan and Maggie, I picture Jan sitting next to me with her arm around me and saying “Oh honey , it’s going to be ok". ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Publié 13 septembre 2022
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Pat O’Connor

“Our group started out as an Edgar Casey study group where we did meditation, laying on of hands healing, we would talk about our dreams and we would take turns putting people in the light. Or we would ask for healing for ourselves. And Jan was so ever loving and generous, she would always ask for healing and prayers for others that she knew that needed it. It was a great group. We started out meeting once a week, but then as time moved on, we would meet once a month.” ~Pat O’Connor

Publié 8 septembre 2022
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