Dear Jean,
The happy memories still bring a smile. The years seem to melt away when I think of our pleasure in Dixieland jazz, breakfasts at The Diner and dinners at Northwoods, Sunday School and worship. Long talks with laughter all the time...so much fun....we shared!
One thing that we never told you and Bob, we always stopped at McDonalds on Firestone for coffee on the way to your caffeine -free home. ( That way we could get over jet lag, from our flight, sooner )
Remember the time when I was on the 10 o'clock news when the reporter interviewed me about the threatened closing of that store ! Oh, how the fellows couldn't wait for the two of us to get home from the train station that night ! We'd gone to meet your brother at the station. Love you, Jean. Thanks for all the great times. Tell Bob and Bart "Hello" for me, too.

THE YEARS DO SLIDE BY MORE RAPIDLY.. I WAS 95 IN APRIL......AM WELL, I DO
MANAGE TO LAUGH OFTEN...SOMETHING THAT AL AND I AND BOB AND JEAN
ALWAYS MANAGED TO DO WHEN WE MET FOR LUNCH ON BIRTHDAYS!........
MEMORIES OF JEAN (AND BOB) ARE ALWAYS ABOUT HAPPY TIMES. ONE MORE CELEBRATION WOULD BE WONDERFUL......BUT I HOLD THE GOOD
TIMES CLOSE AND REMEMBER THEM WITH LOVE AND LAUGHTER.......SHIRL

With age, I am never sure if I reply correctly!  I send love, happy memories,
and "Thanks for the memories."  As Bob Hope always said!   Shirl

Another year has come and gone. Memories linger of Jean. Always happy
celebrations with Bob and Al ......this year my son, Todd, passed away. Here
I am at 94......still wondering how I got to be this age. It's all very worthwhile.
Great grandson born in June is a reminder life, families, love, friendship and
treasured memories continue. We are blessed. 
Jean and Bob were wonderful friends. The laughter can still be fleetingly "heard "in the memories of so many good years.......for all those who are
no longer with us, let's honor them with goodness, laughter, kindness and
love. They made the world a better place. Let us all continue to carry on
their memories. And be happy they were in our lives. 
And remember to hug ........everyone needs ten hugs a day. Start NOW.
Shirl Porter

I SENT A BRIEF MESSAGE. IT APPARENTLY DID NOT "GO THROUGH." THUS I
WILL TRY AGAIN. GOOD MEMORIES OF JEAN AND BOB.  MY HUSBAND, &
BOB WERE FRIENDS WHEN WE WERE VERY YOUNG.....ATTENDING THE SAME
CHURCH WHERE AL'S DAD WAS MINISTER. SEVERAL TIMES A YEAR AL & I
MET JEAN AND BOB FOR LUNCH.....AL'S B'DAY & BOB'S B'DAY......ALWAYS
SANTA BARBARA OR VENTURA.....HAPPY DAYS, FILLED WITH LAUGHTER AND
LOVE AND MEMORIES.   SHIRL PORTER       (94 LAST APRIL.)

Jean's memory is ever fresh and the impact that she made on my life when she became Jean Kiskadden. One of my fondest memories is of a visit, when we were in California, from Virginia . She was to help set up for the
Downey UMW Bazaar. I went along with her to "help" and left with a momento to add to my kitchen that I still use...that was almost 35 years ago !  It moved with me to NC when we moved to the farm; into the kitchen of house where I was born. Jean, how very special you, and that antique glass cannister, still are !

With every passing year, I stand more and more alone....but my memories of
friends and loved ones are clear and comforting. How I wish I could hug Al, my sister Beverly...friends and family members. But our years of friendship
with you and Bob remain clear, full of fun, outrageous laughter and enjoying
the moment and celebration!  At 93, I truly cannot complain. Friends like
you always added to the blessings. Thanks for the memories. (with thanks to
Bob Hope.)  with loving thanks, Shirley Porter

Two years of thinking of you so often. Jean ! We shared such special times and had so much in common that the vacant part of my heart is filled with the love we share in our faith in Christ and His promises of resurrection and an new life. It's a blessing to be joyous, knowing that you have claimed that promise as you completed your journey with us here. You left a legacy that I try to live into.

It’s hard to know where to begin. Jean and I reached the age of ninety about the same time. I wish her nineties could have lasted longer. 

My memories reach way back because she married Robert (Bob) Kiskadden while we were all still young, thriving, healthy, happy and full of laughter. You see, Bob was probably my husband, Al ’s best friend. They met at the Congregational Church in Willowbrook about 1938. Al’s dad came as our minister and he brought along a wonderful wife, Gertrude, and three handsome sons…Tom, Wyne and Albert. Bob, Wyne and Al became buddies with church activities, beach excursions, etc., etc. Al and Bob were co-workers in LAUSD. Al was Secondary Art Supervisor and Bob was Social Studies Supervisor. Along with Larry Pena and John Deichmann, (Language and Music Supervisors), I recall tales of fun and hilarity..

Once or twice a year we met with Wyne and his wife, Jean, to celebrate birthdays. Al in November, Wyne in March. Halfway point was Santa Barbara or Ventura, often at Pierpoint Inn. Very often Bob and his Jean joined us. In all this wildly joking, laughing, teasing and “remembering “ the few hour passed too quickly. It was impossible to "keep the lid” on the three “boys." Jean and Jean and I sometimes tried. All we could do was laugh until the tears rolled down our cheeks. Actually, the nonsense was good for all of us.

My memories of Jean are happy ones. Our complaints were few. We genuinely enjoyed being with Jean and Bob. Those years are dear to my heart. I’m the only one still standing. But I hold my love for two Jeans, Wyne, Bob and Al close. Such friendships are rare so I am deeply grateful for being part of their lives. I send love to all of them.

My friendship will continue ti thrive in my Spirit. Jean and I had a very special bond that can never be broken. All of you, who loved her too, are in my prayers. She loved each of you in a very special way.

Jean came to teach at Blair High School when I was a sophomore. I took her biology class and for the first marking period she gave me an 82! That really challenged me. For the next marking period I earned a 97. The rest is history! She truly spurred me on. After she left Blair she continued to get the Blair papers and read about my basketball success. She then return to Texas with her husband and gave clippings from the paper to the basketball coach, O P Adams, at Lon Morris Jr. College, a small Methodist school in Jacksonville, Texas. Based on those clippings I was offered a full scholarship and was able to go to college. The next year Betty came to Lon Morris. We fell in love, became engaged and in 1953 were married and have now been married 62 years. Over the years we have stayed in touch with Jean and visited at our home on the East Coast and at her home in California. She was such a strong supporter of us and our ministry. She has a special place in our hearts. Were it not for her the parth of our lives would have never been the same. We and our kids and grandkids all owe an enormous debt to the difference Jean made in our lives by opening a way and place to go to Lon Morris. We thank God for Jean.

Thank you for the notice and invitation to Jean's Celebration of Life. She leaves an incredible legacy and so much loves in the many lives she touched. I will certainly be there in spirit, but am unable to join you in person.
   Always remember that Love never dies. Beverly Geer

Jean -- from the first day we met, you accepted me whole-heartly for who I was and that never changed in the almost 40 years I knew you. You were strong in your beliefs of right and wrong, and unselfish in giving of your heart, your time, your money and your keen intelligence to the world. You made a positive impact on hundreds of lives and always worked to do what you thought was the best and right thing to do. You lived a life well worth living.

Jean,
You touched and enriched so many lives with your love, generosity, friendship, and warm-hearted service to others. I am immensely grateful to have had you in my life and extremely thankful for all you did for our family over the years. You set an example we will try to live up to as we attempt to pay it forward.

Thank you for our many years of friendship. I will miss you.