Cornucopia: Jeanne Hoose

Jeanne Hoose

b.July 18, 1929 d.June12, 2021

   When Malcom Keith Hoose (b. June 8, 1926 -d. June9, 2015) died, Jeanne and Keith had been married 65-years. They had 4 children, Gary (Sally), Kristine Ryck, Martin (Katie) and Brian (Cathy); 12 grandchildren; and 8 great-grandchildren.

   Now, Jeanne (b.July 18, 1929 d.June12, 2021) has passed on, Keith and their daughter will welcome her with open arms. Most likely, even MacIntosh will bark his welcome, too. She is survived by more great-grandchildren and even several great-great grandchildren, all of whom she took tremendous pride in.

   Each year, there would be a family reunion in the Adirondacks at a hunting lodge. As the matriarch, she was more than welcomed and feted with love and more food than she could eat.

   My husband and I first met Jeanne and Keith when we attended Holy Cross Anglican Church in Webster, NY. We developed a special bond and began to go out for lunch once a month. After Keith died, we continued to go out for what became known as ‘First Friday Fish Fry’ or FFFF. Jeanne was an avid diarist, so , she’d write down what restaurant we went to and what each of us had to eat. It became the high-light of the month for each of us, as we tried to eat in a different restaurant each month.

   Jeanne’s background was in nursing and even after retiring, she never stopped keeping up-to-date. The doctors had to keep on their toes when she developed breast cancer, because she questioned everything. She’d be quick to recognize a side-effect of her medication and bring it to their attention.

   The shut-down from the Covid-19 Pandemic brought our lunches to an end, but, we kept in touch via phone and, especially, her ipad. Keith’s e-mail address began with KHOOSE, so my screen reader would say: kuice.  After he passed, her e-mail became: JHOOSE, which my computer pronounced: juice. That was our nickname for her. She loved to watch the Safari programs with exotic animals on her device. She’d bring us up to date on which ever animal had been featured that week as we ate our lunch. As her body began to fail, her mind was as sharp as ever and made arrangements, with discussions with her children, to move into the Friendly Home. She never wanted to put any burdens on her children, although, they were all very attentive to Jeanne.

   Fare thee well, Juice. You are beloved, cherished,  and shall truly be missed.

God speed, my friend.