I'm okay…
We all know that we're going to die sometime, and I didn't particularly want to be there when it happened. But I was and the grim reaper swept me away on April 2, 2012 at age 63.
It was quite a day when Amy Frances and Robert O. Kron welcomed two tiny shriveled-up little girls at the Provo General Hospital on July 16, 1948. The second one was me, and I slid in backwards.
I graduated from Skyline High School, 1966, and received my BA in French and English in 1972 from the University of Utah and my Masters of Education in 1987.
Where did those thirty years go - teaching French at Bonneville Junior High School from 1972 - 2001? The icing on the cake was taking a herd of students each year to discover the wonders of Europe. A great way to end my teaching career came when I received the Foreign Language Teacher of the Year award for the State of Utah in 1999.
It was at the Green Street Bar where the lead singer for the Disgusting Brothers, Sam Falsone, caught my eye. He was taller than me, dark and handsome, and he would come to win my heart. I trapped Sam like a dirty rat and we were married in 1986.
Following a raucous romp on the bedroom floor, our beloved Nina joined our family in 1988. She's brought us nothing but joy, and my life has been so enriched by her tenacity and zest for life. She has taught me so much about what it's like to live with my disabilities and I am so very, very proud of her.
Before Progressive Supranuclear Palsy (PSP) robbed me of my dignity and independence, I enjoyed cooking and entertaining, running marathons, drawing and painting, tending my gardens, reading and learning new things. And there were always travel adventures to look forward to.
I am survived by my sweet husband Sam and my beautiful daughter, Nina. Other family members include my Dad, Kronie (Barbara); brother Rok Kron (Judy) Greeley, CO; sisters Kate Watson (Michael) Albuquerque, NM; and Liz Quealy (Pat) Salt Lake City, UT. I was preceded in death by my Mom, Frannie, Aunt Jean Phinney, Aunt Katherine Kron and Cousin Donald Kron. I've been blessed with a number of wonderful cousins, nieces and nephews that will miss me, no doubt.
I received special support through the PSP/CBD/MSA Support Group and Wellness Clinic at the U of U. Special thanks for the thoughtful care from Drs. Lauren Schrock and David Sprecher. You're the bomb.
I especially want to thank my many old friends, Geri, Mary, Beth and Cindy, who have made me feel very loved through this journey. And to those who traveled long distances to say their good-byes; it meant a lot to me. Special new friends have come into my life - Martha, Nancy and Suzanne, to help make things easier. Distant thoughts take me to Casey Chaney, my running coach who encouraged me. And then there's my family who hovered constantly, seeing to my every need (and some needs I didn't have).
I love flowers, but our house has looked like a funeral parlor for months. If the spirit moves you, donations to the First Unitarian Church of Salt Lake City or CUREPSP (www.give.psp.com) would be appreciated.
I have planned a service to be held at the First Unitarian Church, 569 South 1300 East, on April 14, 2012 at 3:00 pm. A Bon Voyage party will follow at our home at 6:00 pm.
Aurevior.
Published in Salt Lake Tribune from Apr. 6 to Apr. 8, 2012 - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/saltlaketribune/obituary.aspx?pid=156861723#sthash.vdOv5RHI.dpuf
Jean Kron Falsone was my friend throughout our school years. Our first teacher reprimand was in the sixth grade for designing paper doll clothes during math. In junior high school, we shared memories from Job’s Daughters. Early one morning in high school, I was driving a group of drill team members to practice, but was stopped and cited because a Kron sibling had her feet hanging out the window and I was speeding. During our senior high years, we avoided trouble by participating in similar activities like Pep Club and Dance Club.
After graduation, we did not see one another for several years. We attended different colleges and I moved to California with my husband. Upon my return to Salt Lake City, I was surprised that both Jean and I had become French teachers. My daughters were lucky to enroll in her French classes at Bonneville Jr. High School and participate in the fun run, a school tradition that Jean organized. I admired Jean for her ability and desire to take large groups of students to France every year for thirty years or more. Actually, one of our daughters and several of her friends took a trip to France with Jean and other French teachers whom I knew. When Jean received the Outstanding Teacher of the Year Award at the State Foreign Language Conference, I was excited that she was recognized for her achievements. What a coincidence that our passion became our life career! Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Richard Cummings for teaching us French on the television in our 6th grade class and Monsieur Grover for motivating us at Wasatch Jr. High School!
Jean married Sam Falsone who has a colorful personality like hers. They both cared deeply for their daughter Nina. The last time I saw Jean was in an Italian restaurant with her family. She was smiling, almost glowing, with an aura about her face. Rest in peace! Adieu, Jean!
Jean and I both took French from Mr. Grover at Wasatch Junior and became “des vrais compains”. Then during the summer after 9th grade, Ike Robinson and I developed the habit of sleeping out in Ike’s back yard and walking up to Jean and Kathy’s house in the wee hours of the morning. We would tap lightly on their bedroom window and they would sneak out and join us for an hour’s conversation under the cover of darkness on their back lawn.
Unfortunately, one night our laughing and talking aroused “Père Kron” and he confronted us in his pajamas and slippers. He escorted all four of us into the Krons’ downstairs family room and explained to us in blunt terms why he wasn’t about to entrust his twin daughters at two o’clock in the morning to a couple of young knuckleheads that were clearly driven more by a surfeit of testosterone than good sense. Looking back now, I can see his point.
While Ike and I subsequently abandoned our nocturnal visits to “Chez Kron”, I got my driver’s license mid-summer and Jean and I dated through August. But with the end of summer, I went on to sophomore football and Jean was pursued by a string of lucky, handsome guys at Skyline. We still remained buddies all through high school.
Jean was amazingly beautiful, smart and witty and had an infectious laugh that arose from the bottomless mirth in her heart. Jean was the first girl I fell in love with “et on revient toujours à son premier amour.”
Jeannie, you christened me with the nickname "Moon Maid" which stuck with me for years. You said it was because I was looney (part of the Lunarians from Dick Tracy, of course). Sometimes I was reduced to just "Moon." Remember when we decided after graduation that we should share an apartment in the Avenues? Now that would have been looney (my father said). I think back now that you and Kathy had an intellectual and kind of a bohemian influence on me. So thanks for being both a fine friend and wild and crazy. Know that you and Kathy gratefully influenced many.
Kate Kron (Watson)
We all know that we're going to die sometime, and I didn't particularly want to be there when it happened. But I was and the grim reaper swept me away on April 2, 2012 at age 63.
It was quite a day when Amy Frances and Robert O. Kron welcomed two tiny shriveled-up little girls at the Provo General Hospital on July 16, 1948. The second one was me, and I slid in backwards.
I graduated from Skyline High School, 1966, and received my BA in French and English in 1972 from the University of Utah and my Masters of Education in 1987.
Where did those thirty years go - teaching French at Bonneville Junior High School from 1972 - 2001? The icing on the cake was taking a herd of students each year to discover the wonders of Europe. A great way to end my teaching career came when I received the Foreign Language Teacher of the Year award for the State of Utah in 1999.
It was at the Green Street Bar where the lead singer for the Disgusting Brothers, Sam Falsone, caught my eye. He was taller than me, dark and handsome, and he would come to win my heart. I trapped Sam like a dirty rat and we were married in 1986.
Following a raucous romp on the bedroom floor, our beloved Nina joined our family in 1988. She's brought us nothing but joy, and my life has been so enriched by her tenacity and zest for life. She has taught me so much about what it's like to live with my disabilities and I am so very, very proud of her.
Before Progressive Supranuclear Palsy (PSP) robbed me of my dignity and independence, I enjoyed cooking and entertaining, running marathons, drawing and painting, tending my gardens, reading and learning new things. And there were always travel adventures to look forward to.
I am survived by my sweet husband Sam and my beautiful daughter, Nina. Other family members include my Dad, Kronie (Barbara); brother Rok Kron (Judy) Greeley, CO; sisters Kate Watson (Michael) Albuquerque, NM; and Liz Quealy (Pat) Salt Lake City, UT. I was preceded in death by my Mom, Frannie, Aunt Jean Phinney, Aunt Katherine Kron and Cousin Donald Kron. I've been blessed with a number of wonderful cousins, nieces and nephews that will miss me, no doubt.
I received special support through the PSP/CBD/MSA Support Group and Wellness Clinic at the U of U. Special thanks for the thoughtful care from Drs. Lauren Schrock and David Sprecher. You're the bomb.
I especially want to thank my many old friends, Geri, Mary, Beth and Cindy, who have made me feel very loved through this journey. And to those who traveled long distances to say their good-byes; it meant a lot to me. Special new friends have come into my life - Martha, Nancy and Suzanne, to help make things easier. Distant thoughts take me to Casey Chaney, my running coach who encouraged me. And then there's my family who hovered constantly, seeing to my every need (and some needs I didn't have).
I love flowers, but our house has looked like a funeral parlor for months. If the spirit moves you, donations to the First Unitarian Church of Salt Lake City or CUREPSP (www.give.psp.com) would be appreciated.
I have planned a service to be held at the First Unitarian Church, 569 South 1300 East, on April 14, 2012 at 3:00 pm. A Bon Voyage party will follow at our home at 6:00 pm.
Aurevior.
Published in Salt Lake Tribune from Apr. 6 to Apr. 8, 2012 - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/saltlaketribune/obituary.aspx?pid=156861723#sthash.vdOv5RHI.dpuf
Linda L. Nielson (Bayes)
Jean Kron Falsone was my friend throughout our school years. Our first teacher reprimand was in the sixth grade for designing paper doll clothes during math. In junior high school, we shared memories from Job’s Daughters. Early one morning in high school, I was driving a group of drill team members to practice, but was stopped and cited because a Kron sibling had her feet hanging out the window and I was speeding. During our senior high years, we avoided trouble by participating in similar activities like Pep Club and Dance Club.
After graduation, we did not see one another for several years. We attended different colleges and I moved to California with my husband. Upon my return to Salt Lake City, I was surprised that both Jean and I had become French teachers. My daughters were lucky to enroll in her French classes at Bonneville Jr. High School and participate in the fun run, a school tradition that Jean organized. I admired Jean for her ability and desire to take large groups of students to France every year for thirty years or more. Actually, one of our daughters and several of her friends took a trip to France with Jean and other French teachers whom I knew. When Jean received the Outstanding Teacher of the Year Award at the State Foreign Language Conference, I was excited that she was recognized for her achievements. What a coincidence that our passion became our life career! Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Richard Cummings for teaching us French on the television in our 6th grade class and Monsieur Grover for motivating us at Wasatch Jr. High School!
Jean married Sam Falsone who has a colorful personality like hers. They both cared deeply for their daughter Nina. The last time I saw Jean was in an Italian restaurant with her family. She was smiling, almost glowing, with an aura about her face. Rest in peace! Adieu, Jean!
Steve Ingleby
Jean and I both took French from Mr. Grover at Wasatch Junior and became “des vrais compains”. Then during the summer after 9th grade, Ike Robinson and I developed the habit of sleeping out in Ike’s back yard and walking up to Jean and Kathy’s house in the wee hours of the morning. We would tap lightly on their bedroom window and they would sneak out and join us for an hour’s conversation under the cover of darkness on their back lawn.
Unfortunately, one night our laughing and talking aroused “Père Kron” and he confronted us in his pajamas and slippers. He escorted all four of us into the Krons’ downstairs family room and explained to us in blunt terms why he wasn’t about to entrust his twin daughters at two o’clock in the morning to a couple of young knuckleheads that were clearly driven more by a surfeit of testosterone than good sense. Looking back now, I can see his point.
While Ike and I subsequently abandoned our nocturnal visits to “Chez Kron”, I got my driver’s license mid-summer and Jean and I dated through August. But with the end of summer, I went on to sophomore football and Jean was pursued by a string of lucky, handsome guys at Skyline. We still remained buddies all through high school.
Jean was amazingly beautiful, smart and witty and had an infectious laugh that arose from the bottomless mirth in her heart. Jean was the first girl I fell in love with “et on revient toujours à son premier amour.”
Diana Twelves
Jeannie, you christened me with the nickname "Moon Maid" which stuck with me for years. You said it was because I was looney (part of the Lunarians from Dick Tracy, of course). Sometimes I was reduced to just "Moon." Remember when we decided after graduation that we should share an apartment in the Avenues? Now that would have been looney (my father said). I think back now that you and Kathy had an intellectual and kind of a bohemian influence on me. So thanks for being both a fine friend and wild and crazy. Know that you and Kathy gratefully influenced many.