On Saturday our dear sister and daughter Jeannie Jacobson passed away quietly at her family’s home in Sandy UT. Jeannie was preceded in death by her mother Doris Dee Jacobson and is survived by her father, Earle Robert Jacobson and brother Robert Scott Jacobson.
Shortly after her parents retired to Utah in 1992 Jeannie also moved to Utah to be closer to her family. While in Utah Jeannie overcame a number of personal challenges and our family returned to enjoying our roots in outdoor adventures with camping and of course fishing at our favorite place, Navajo Lake.
Jeanne passed before her time but lived life to its fullest. Jeannie graduated early and sold real estate before returning to college and then starting a 25 year career in the air cargo forwarding business. She worked between Los Angeles and Hawaii before embarking on her Utah adventure.
Jeannie loved her circle of friends, camping at Kings River, Skiing, family fishing trips, backyard barbecues and most of all, her cats. We will miss Jeannie’s presence, her big heart and cherish the life time of memories which will remain a part of the fabric of all of our lives.
With Jeannie’s love of animals’ in lieu of flowers, donations to either https://www.utahhumane.org/ or http://www.peta.org/donate would be greatly appreciated from Jeannie.
Jeannie was a major part in the threads in my life. An important part. A partner in crime, friendship, growing up and so much more. I have read some of the memorials from friends and we all shared many of the same adventures and places: Reese St, Playa del Rey; Westchester High School; El Segundo apartments – many of them; parties; Phil’s house; Palm Springs; Colorado River; Big Bear; La Marina; Kings River; and so much more.
While we lost touch over the years you cannot lose the threads that have made your life. Jeannie is there in so many places. She will forever be a part of who and what I am today. I was privileged and blessed to call her Friend.
My sweet friend – put your bikini on and find a comfy beach chair in the sun where you are now. Watch us from afar and enjoy our antics. We will all hang out again one day. My thoughts are with you. My love is with you. Forever your friend, Betty
I remember when you all first came into my young life. My mother befriended this striking red-headed woman next door--a highly intelligent, fascinating, humorous, and accomplished woman by the name of D. D. Jacobson. It didn't take long for those two kindred souls to realize that, although they were not related by blood, they were true sisters-of-the-heart. Together, they forged a bond which enveloped all of us and that's how I found myself, an only child, with a little brother (Scott) and sister (Jeanne). Playing with you, baby-sitting you, watching you both grow, made me feel like I was part of a larger family and for that sense of inclusiveness I deeply thank all of you.
I want to conclude this with Mark Twain's rendition of an obscure poem by Robert Richardson. Although Mark Twain is famous for his acerbic wit, some of his most memorable and powerful sentiments were written when he was being serious. When his beloved daughter passed away at the age of twenty-four, knowing that poems should be a crystallization of thought and that there is extraordinary beauty to be found in simplicity and eloquence, Mark Twain crafted this beautiful sentiment for his daughter's headstone. It never fails to bring tears to my eyes and somehow it seems appropriate for Jeanne.
"Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night."
Rest in peace my little sister.
We were roommates for years starting when you were 17 years old. We lived together. We worked together. We traveled together. So many intimate conversations, sharing secrets, supporting each other, and making plans and giggling like teenagers. (Oh ya..we were!) Young and fearless, we would drive to the Colorado River at midnight with a sleeping bag and an ice chest. Then we would stand on the Roadrunner dock with your waterski hoping for a ride from cute boys in hot boats. You could ski behind any boat and any driver from one end of that river to the other. I would ask to drive the hot boat, silly boys, they let me. Then off to Palm Springs, Kings River, Big Bear, Puerto Vallarta, and a Carribean Cruise.
You were holding my hand on my wedding day, we were a part of eachothers families, we shared (and still do) the BEST circle of friends. So many special moments that we will always remember. My heart knows that you are in heaven but brain thinks you are still in Utah. So I'll just say, what we would yell to each other every night from our bedrooms (in our many apartments), "GOODNIGHT BEAVE!"
Very loving tribute to Jeanne. I hope that both of you find peace in the days ahead knowing she loved you both. My prayers go out to you at this time. We are so sorry for your loss as I can only imagine how difficult this time is for you both. If you need anything Scott just let me know.
I was shocked as you can imagine to here of this very sad news. I have many fond memories of spending precious time with my kind cousin. You included, Scott. She loved her parents and brother beyond words. My prayer is that God's grace and mercy will shine upon you both . May you find comfort and peace as you work through this most difficult time.
"Jeannie" was always so friendly and sweet to us. She always had a smile on her face and was open about how much she loved her dad, and mom too. Her love of animals was undeniable as she would feed and take in any stray or lost pet. I'm happy she isn't in pain or suffering anymore. We are so sorry for your loss as I can only imagine how difficult this time is for you both. I'm sure she is having a sweet reunion with her mom. Please let us know of we can be of any help to either of you.
Love,
Carter & Destiny Rockwood & family
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Jeannie was a major part in the threads in my life. An important part. A partner in crime, friendship, growing up and so much more. I have read some of the memorials from friends and we all shared many of the same adventures and places: Reese St, Playa del Rey; Westchester High School; El Segundo apartments – many of them; parties; Phil’s house; Palm Springs; Colorado River; Big Bear; La Marina; Kings River; and so much more.
While we lost touch over the years you cannot lose the threads that have made your life. Jeannie is there in so many places. She will forever be a part of who and what I am today. I was privileged and blessed to call her Friend.
My sweet friend – put your bikini on and find a comfy beach chair in the sun where you are now. Watch us from afar and enjoy our antics. We will all hang out again one day. My thoughts are with you. My love is with you. Forever your friend, Betty
I remember when you all first came into my young life. My mother befriended this striking red-headed woman next door--a highly intelligent, fascinating, humorous, and accomplished woman by the name of D. D. Jacobson. It didn't take long for those two kindred souls to realize that, although they were not related by blood, they were true sisters-of-the-heart. Together, they forged a bond which enveloped all of us and that's how I found myself, an only child, with a little brother (Scott) and sister (Jeanne). Playing with you, baby-sitting you, watching you both grow, made me feel like I was part of a larger family and for that sense of inclusiveness I deeply thank all of you.
I want to conclude this with Mark Twain's rendition of an obscure poem by Robert Richardson. Although Mark Twain is famous for his acerbic wit, some of his most memorable and powerful sentiments were written when he was being serious. When his beloved daughter passed away at the age of twenty-four, knowing that poems should be a crystallization of thought and that there is extraordinary beauty to be found in simplicity and eloquence, Mark Twain crafted this beautiful sentiment for his daughter's headstone. It never fails to bring tears to my eyes and somehow it seems appropriate for Jeanne.
"Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night."
Rest in peace my little sister.









Once Young
That's me the handsome young boy, the other end is my twin sister Debbie , in the middle Jeannie. She and Scott were the grand children of our neighbors next door , the Jacobsons . We were very close with the Jacobsons and played with Jeannie and Scott often . Not sure why we are all so dressed up, must have been a special occation. Those were special days. Danny