Dear family and friends of Jon -
We look forward to a time when we can gather in person to share memories and stories about our father...until then we welcome you to leave messages for us to read together and share with his long time partner, Rudy. We will miss his sly, dry wit, brilliant blue eyes and ferocious love of music, especially the piano. Donations to honor his memory can be made to a special piano masterclass fund at the New England Conservatory where he was a long time supporter and passionate piano masterclass student https://necmusic.edu/give.
With love,
Betsy & Chris
So, I'd have to say that I always saw my uncle Jon as a sophisticate. Elegant, classy, cool, composed, cultured, ironic, sardonic, even a little aloof (as is only right for someone with all those qualities). When I was a scruffy teenager and Jon and Ilene came to my parents' house in Weston for dinner, Jon would always suavely come into whatever room I was brooding in and....
...say something like, "May I offer you a martini?" Clearly a joke to a disaffected, unwashed and probably stoned adolescent, but he said it with such a twinkle in his eye and a slight smirk on his face that I couldn't help but find it as amusing as he did. I very much liked that sense of humor -- someone who took himself very seriously and not seriously at all.
I remember uncle Jon as a gentler, blue-eyed version of my father, bemusedly out of his element in Rangeley or very much in his element seated beside Jocelyn at the piano. With his white hair somewhat longer in the back, he looked every inch the classical musician. If I found his penetrating gaze sometimes unnerving, it was always disarmed by his quick smile and easy humor.
I go way back with my memories of Jon. He was very sophisticated and funny. I remember Jon writing about something quite droll and submitting it to The NewYorker. They published it and paid him $25.00. My fondest memory is Jon sitting at the piano with my son Peter, sight reading and joyously pounding away together !
Such memories of Jon as the glint in his eye for a bon mot are familiar to all who knew him. Others are rarer: four brothers riding around the Maryland countryside, Jon at the wheel of his 1935 Chevy (?), Dick riding shotgun, and Larry and me sharing the glory of the rumble seat; falling asleep in early childhood to the comfort of Jon playing etudes. I will miss Jon and the music.
Dr. G was my therapist from 1977 to 1983. He changed my life and I went on to become a therapist and an artist. Forever grateful. I am sorry he died during this time when his loved ones could probably not be with him. I know now that his life was changing dramatically during the time he was my therapist. Condolences to his family and friends.
Shocked and saddened to hear that Jon just recently passed. I knew him very well in the mid 1980's when he was going thru a transition in life and i spent many hours with him. His competitive nature (swimming, piano, culture, literature, movies) were always impressive. Condolences to Betsy and Chris and Ilene and any other relatives. I'm pleased he found a partner in the later years. RIP.