08/16/2024
"Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of a friend springs from their heartfelt advice." (Proverbs 27:9)
"Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves." (Romans 12:10)
"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful servants of God's grace in its various forms." (Peter 4:8-19)
Dear Friends,
Joni Mitchell, in the song "Big Yellow Taxi", observed "you don't know what you got till it's gone".
Jan Bishop was educated, intelligent, brilliant, determined, stubborn, thoughtful, opinionated, well read, a superb musician, a lover of cats and dogs, a neighbor, a force within the Rensselaerville community...and my good friend. She died last week at age 86.
Jan bought a house on Main Street in Rensselaerville with her friend Helen Basilevsky 30 or so years ago and immediately set about becoming a fixture in the community, meeting everyone and attending events. She joined the library book club where she could indulge her love of reading. Each time they discussed a new book she described it in great detail and urged all of us to read it. I never told her I didn't have the time to read half of what she recommended. She became part of our community chorus, the Village Voices, and took over as director when Alan Wilson, its founder, stepped down. Ever trolling for recruits, she would accost every new person in the community with the question "Do you sing?". She was well qualified, having taught music at an exclusive girls school and been a member of a choir in Manhattan. She had a harpsichord in her living room that served as more than a place to put a wine glass during a party: she knew how to play it. After Helen died, Jan stayed on in the village; she had become too ensconced to move away. She had a dog, Chloe, that everyone knew as well as they did her, and two cats, Oliver and Dickens, who she cherished and adored.
She played the organ for Trinity Episcopal Church and organ and piano at Rensselaerville Presbyterian Church. As music director at the Presbyterian church, she employed her expansive network of contacts to engage excellent, sometimes unusual, professional singers and musicians to perform at Sunday services.
When Jan was in her late 70s, no longer driving and with health issues developing, I had the privilege of taking her here and there when she needed a ride. She kept on top of all the news and was a keen observer of politics. I was her captive audience as she expounded on the issues of the day; she had an opinion about everything. Conversations with Jan were never dull.
When her balance began to decline as a result of the Parkinson's disease that would overtake her later, she used ski poles as canes and a walker. Not a subscriber to I-don't-want-people-to-think-I'm-old, she was determined to remain independent.
That awful, ravaging disease dementia that had been stealthily creeping into her brain took hold and she was forced to leave the house and community she loved to be near her children. We would have hour-long phone conversations during which the only words I said were hi and goodbye. She filled in the rest: topics in the news, books she was reading, the plots of the British TV mysteries she loved.
Who we are, what we do, how we live our lives are the sum and substance of our being. Each person weaves a spider's web of those we touch. When we depart this earth one strand of the web falls away, the rest of us clinging to one another and all the richer for having known the weaver.
Peace and blessings,
Diana Hinchcliff
Elder
August 15, 2024