I only met Jean a few times, always at a festival, but she is responsible for two of the proudest moments in my life. There is no reason she or her family should remember them, but they just explain her as nothing else can for me. I hired her for the first festival I ever booked, at the university in Geneseo, New York. She came up with husband and sons, and we had a wonderful time. We also had a blizzard (not so much cold as lots of snow). This being the first festival I'd run, I treated it like the parties I'd grown up with, including instructing Jean et al to call me when they got home, so I'd know they got home safely, which they did. Fast forward about a dozen years to another midwinter college festival (now in Ohio), where I was working in performer checkin. Again there was an almighty snowstorm, and Jean got picked up at the airport. Apparently the pickup and transport did not go as smoothly as it might, as the look on her face spoke of an already long day. Then she saw me, her face lit up, and she only said "Geneseo!" She knew she was in good hands.
Nobody else probably remembers the other one either, but at Fox Hollow festival, she took time to introduce Robin (of Robin and Linda) Williams and me, because she thought we'd enjoy meeting. She smiled to find we already knew each other. The fact that she cared enough to take the trouble to introduce two folks she thought should know each other speaks volumes.
Love, prayers, and good thoughts to the Pickows. Now she can walk in that garden in the cool of the day.