In Memory

Jill Dodson (Kimble)

Jill B. Dodson, 45, of Florissant, MO, and formerly of the Watseka area, died Friday (March 17, 1989) at the Oakhill Cemetery in Watseka. The Rev. Mark Morrison officiated. Memorials may be made for the American Cancer Society. Arrangements were by the Segur-Knapp Funeral Home in Watseka. Ms. Dodson was born Jan. 11, 1944 in Watseka to Ralph and Vera Wehling Dodson, who survive in Watseka. Also surviving are a son, Todd Kimble of Chesterfield, MO, one daughter, Michele Kimble of Bloomington and a brother, Joe Dodson of Homewood. A 1962 graduate of Watseka Community High School, she had a degree in dental hygiene.

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04/27/12 06:01 PM #1    

Maureen Sampson (Nodruff)

In many ways Jill resembled Jack Cheffer during her elementary school years.  She was a young woman while the rest of us were still ganglyflat=chested girls.  All of us drooled over her matching sweater sets and characteristic pearls. She wore pencil straight skirts before I even had a waist or hips.   Wherever Jill went, a gaggle of silly girls went giggling along behind her.  Jill's mom was a teacher, 4th g rade I think.  For some years they lived in a big old house north of the grade school.  Jill's Aunt Minnie Wehling lived in a little cottage half way between school and her house. When she had to miss school, I would take her assignments and homework to Aunt Minnie's for her. I remember spending nights at Jill's new house out across from the cemetery.  We ice skated on the pond there and watched Gardner MckAY' s Adventures in Paradise and Shock Theater.  In maybe like 3rd and 4th grade a bunch of us girls used to walk to Jill's house (maybe someone else's house, too?) , we'd call Jack Cheffer, his mom would tell us he was practicing his piano, and then we would get him on the line.  We would all sing "oh, baby mine..." to him.  Does anyone else remember this, or am I hallucinating?  I have a recollection of Jill playing a bass clarinet or some such instrument in Mr. Oakley's band.  To many of us girls, I think Jill was our own rising star.  I know I wanted to be just like her or at least close enough to bask in her light.  Rest peacefully, Jill.

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