Feeling a lot of love for my brother who was always so meticulous in his research, and caring for his family and colleagues. He was concerned up to the very last about being informed and sharp about what was happening in genetics, history, and the current moment. Jeff LOVED going to a coffee shop, when he was still mobile, in pursuit of the best coffee cuppa, with friends, fellow researches and family, to hang out and talk. He was an international scholar, but also an American historian who appreciated the culture and lore of Iowa with true pride. He and his family biked along the old railways amidst the corn fields, canoed the lazy rivers alongside Holstein cows, and cross-country-skied the cold, snow capped fields. With Fran, together they kept and keep a verdant prairie garden of vegetables and flowers pollinated by honey bees.
When Jeff left for college at Delaware Valley in Doylestown, Pennsylvania (around 1960) he left behind a bedroom filled with what seemed to his remaining teen and pre-teen sisters, an archeological site to which we finally had access. Blue/green Irish tartan plaid curtains, bookshelves filled with carefully annotated books (tabs for just about every page in a Spanish learning language book), but also, carefully recorded notes about the costs of his animal husbandry at the neighboring farm of Oren Cleaves, in the small barn in our backyard, and in his work in 4-H.
To me, Jeff always seemed very grown up. This is only one small portrait. Jeff's portrait is so much fuller, as his son, daughter, wife and sisters can attest!!