Jane Marie Pryor, 96, of Parker, Colorado, passed away peacefully at home on June 12, 2023. Jane was born on August 13, 1926, in Jamestown, New York to Joseph and Dorothy Peters. She was a 1944 graduate of Jamestown High School, and continued to Fredonia State Teachers College, graduating in 1948 with a Bachelor of Education. She was elected class president her Senior year, was a Queen’s court attendant, and intramural basketball star.
Jane married James Pryor (Bill) on June 13, 1964, in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Combining 6 children from previous marriages completed their family. Their loving companionship lasted 43 happy years until Bill’s death in 2007.
A full-time teacher and mother, Jane’s career in elementary education spanned 25 years before she retired to enjoy active participation in orchid and bromeliad societies, Fredonia Alumni Association, and as a proud spouse in the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association. She also loved traveling, playing piano and organ, hosting family gatherings, puzzles, card and board games, and volunteering at her local hospital.
Jane was an eternal optimist and always found goodness in everyone and everything. She was a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, teacher and friend. Everyone that Jane met in her life came away with the feeling that they could count on her for encouragement, love, loyalty, support and friendship.
Jane is survived by her daughter, Karen Mullins (Steve), granddaughters, Melissa Mullins (Matt Mabis), Kathryn Lauber (Christian), and 3 great-grandchildren, Hudson Lauber, Mina Mullins-Mabis, and Noah Lauber. She is also survived by her stepdaughters, Barbara Lacey, Jane Townsend (Gary), and Patricia Delsandro (Peter). Additionally, her memory lives on through 14 step-grandchildren, 26 step-great-grandchildren, and 5 step-great-great-grandchildren.
She is preceded in death by her husband, James Pryor, her brother, Earl Peters, her son, Stephen Dohl, and stepson Mark Pryor.
Jane will be interred at Florida National Cemetery in Bushnell, Florida. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to her chosen charities; the American Cancer Society, the American Heart Association, or planting a tree in her honor might provide shelter and a resting spot for birds. Watching them was one of her favorite pastimes.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that is always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.
By Henry Scott Holland
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