<div dir="ltr">Thank you Paul for sharing this with all of us.<div>Scott wrote such a poignant chestful of memories and I loved reading the diverse things including her heart for people and development and the many voluntary contributions she made to make the world a better place. I especially love the bit how she recognised her own subtle biases which was passed down and strategically fought against that by signing up for language classes and moving to Central America and the bridges she built to enable the locals to be empowered and build their internet. Hope she makes it to the Internet Hall of Fame. I for one, would love for girls growing up to read about how beautifully she lived.</div></div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">On Sat, Aug 17, 2019 at 11:38 AM Paul Wilson <<a href="mailto:pwilson@apnic.net">pwilson@apnic.net</a>> wrote:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left-width:1px;border-left-style:solid;border-left-color:rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><u></u>
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<p dir="auto">Thanks for this George.</p>
<p dir="auto">Jo-Anne’s partner, Scott Weikart, write this beautiful, more personal account, of life and her final days. He’s happy to have it shared in her memory, especially for those who struggle in any way with Alzheimer’s.</p>
<p dir="auto">I really hope to see Jo-Anne recognised in ISOC’s Hall of Fame; she was a pioneer.</p>
<p dir="auto">Paul.</p>
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<p dir="auto">Subject: (mostly) sad news<br>
Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2019 16:19:11 -0700<br>
From: Scott Weikart <<a href="mailto:sweikart@gmail.com" target="_blank">sweikart@gmail.com</a>></p>
<p dir="auto">I have (mostly) sad news: Jo-Anne Scott died unexpectedly (on Sunday,<br>
July 14, 2019), at home in her own bed, clutching her green stuffed<br>
hippo to her neck for comfort. I say "mostly sad", because it was a<br>
good time to die: She declined significantly over the previous month,<br>
from her severe Alzheimer's disease. She had started sleeping all day<br>
long, and then lost the use of her legs (on the few days she didn't<br>
sleep all day long, I used her Hoyer lift (personal crane) to put her in<br>
her wheelchair, so I could take her out to sit on the front porch; but I<br>
had to wrap her gait belt around her armpits and the back of the chair,<br>
to prevent her head from ending up in her knees). Along with the<br>
physical decline, she declined mentally: Her interaction with the people<br>
around her became much more limited.</p>
<p dir="auto">In retrospect (if I'd known she was on the verge of dying), I would have<br>
spent more time sitting with her and consoling/stroking her the last<br>
couple of her days: but I take solace in all I was able to do 'for' and<br>
'with' her over the last decade (and her PCP's comment that I was a<br>
better caregiver than the professionals; and her neurologist's comment<br>
that "You set the bar, in my experience, for loving, flexible, creative<br>
caregiving; I am grateful to you for those years of hard, patient work:<br>
You did really well by her"). [I was able to get her body to Stanford<br>
in time for her brain to be preserved for the research study in which<br>
she participated: She really appreciated being a research guinea pig, to<br>
help prevent future generations from experiencing her disease.]</p>
<p dir="auto">Jo-Anne's best friend Laurel (50 years!) had driven down 3 weeks<br>
earlier, and two friends dropped by; I had to wake Jo-Anne for the<br>
visit, but she was relatively alert, and enjoyed Laurel's Samoyed puppy<br>
(see attached picture; the second picture is Jo-Anne gazing lovingly at<br>
Laurel). Laurel and I have shared the sadness of Jo-Anne's death, and<br>
also good remembrances; Laurel offered the perspective that we were a<br>
good match for each other, and Jo-Anne was lucky to have me over the<br>
last decade and last year (in the days after, friends and siblings have<br>
said the same, a comfort). One night, Laurel and I spent a couple of<br>
hours emailing back and forth with the insights/changes we'd gained from<br>
our closeness with Jo-Anne (which was not conducive to a good night's<br>
sleep :-) ... when I saw her the next day, I couldn't get enough<br>
physical contact with her.</p>
<p dir="auto">Jo-Anne was diagnosed with very-mild Alzheimer's disease 10 years<br>
earlier (after 3 years of substantial short-term memory loss; in fact,<br>
her cognitive impairment literally started around 1990: The disease<br>
starts early, and grows slowly). Our journey together with her<br>
Alzheimer's disease was hard, but our life together was good, and our<br>
love deepened. Up until 3 years ago, Jo-Anne could still spend her day<br>
bicycling all over town by herself (which she loved, and always wanted<br>
to do), festooned with tracking devices (occasionally, I'd see she was<br>
headed away from home late in the day, and I'd hop on my bike and chase<br>
after her). I attached a picture of us that a friend took, when we'd<br>
just biked to a local event. We often took our bikes on Caltrain to San<br>
Francisco, biked up to Golden Gate Park, and spent the day in the<br>
science museum (Jo-Anne loved nature, and turned me into a nature<br>
lover). Then Jo-Anne started spending 3 days a week at (wonderful)<br>
Rosener House, doing all kinds of activities with fellow folks with<br>
dementia (in her first year there, the staff would send new folks to<br>
hang out with her, because she was engaging). When she couldn't<br>
reliably follow me on her bike, we got a tandem bike, and biked back and<br>
forth to Rosener House together (with a long bike ride home at the end<br>
of the day: Frequent, extended aerobic exercise is the best thing you<br>
can do for your brain). In early 2018, Jo-Anne started sleeping much<br>
longer, so she could no longer attend Rosener House; soon after, she<br>
started having trouble walking. Then Jo-Anne acquired a fearless<br>
companion (she was not bothered by my warning that Jo-Anne once stepped<br>
on my foot and broke a toe) from Mon Ami (whose new techie is Steve<br>
Fram, ex-Technical Director at IGC!), who got Jo-Anne back into walking,<br>
and setup Jo-Anne's smartphone so she could listen to 70's rock-and-roll<br>
and soul music. Jo-Anne's sleep got even more erratic, so planning Mon<br>
Ami visits became too hard; but a wonderful neighbor started taking<br>
Jo-Anne on long walks (she made herself available with just an hours<br>
notice, on the days Jo-Anne awoke in time); by late fall of 2018,<br>
Jo-Anne could walk 10 blocks (mostly on her own) with her neighbor<br>
friend (who Jo-Anne now recognized, and appreciated). By 2019, Jo-Anne<br>
rarely spoke phrases, but still understood quite well, and could answer<br>
(repeated) questions. We listened to podcasts as we ate, and she'd<br>
laugh at jokes, and exclaim about global warming news (guiding my<br>
selection of the podcasts we'd listen to). Three months before her<br>
death, I went in to the bedroom to see if she was awake, and she gave me<br>
a big smile, and said "I've been waiting for you!": She was still<br>
laughing at my jokes and foibles, full of smiles, always wanted to have<br>
her smartphone strapped to her arm so she could listen to music<br>
(sometimes tapping her feet). In her last few months, it took 3<br>
(wonderful) neighbors to take her for a walk; but she always liked it,<br>
liked seeing the flowers and animals, wanted to continue even as she<br>
wore out her brain trying to consciously control her leg muscles. Even<br>
in her last month, she still recognized and loved/appreciated old<br>
friends, enjoying hanging out with people, laughed and smiled. Her last<br>
decade could have been so much worse, and was wonderful in many ways.<br>
It was an honor and privilege to take care of her, and I've grown so<br>
much in the process.</p>
<p dir="auto">Jo-Anne was courageous. As a teenager, she and her best friend Laurel<br>
setup camp near a cliff, and found themselves cornered by adult bears<br>
with cubs: They banged away on their metal cups with their spoons, until<br>
the bears trundled away. Another time, Jo-Anne and I were walking a<br>
trail in Big Sur: Jo-Anne jumped a couple of feet into the air to get<br>
away from a rattlesnake (she was very athletic), but was otherwise<br>
unperturbed. Another time, we parked in a back alley of the old Whiskey<br>
Gulch in East Palo Alto (where my first non-profit got started), so I<br>
could finish my work before driving to Yosemite; Jo-Anne heard a noise,<br>
went outside to check our van, found that a suitcase had been stolen,<br>
then chased after the thief (in the dark): She found him rummaging<br>
through the suitcase's contents, yelled at him to chase him away, then<br>
fetched the suitcase and contents and brought them back. This<br>
courageousness helped our journey with Alzheimer's: Jo-Anne was always<br>
willing to do most anything for researchers; or to try most anything to<br>
fight the disease, to try to slow-down or overcome the ravages.</p>
<p dir="auto">In decades past, people who met Jo-Anne usually noticed that she was<br>
nice and friendly. If they saw more of her, they might realize she was<br>
thoughtful/perceptive about people (she was active in a group of people<br>
who did peer-counseling; one of our friends told me she was his best<br>
counselor). And she was very helpful. When her ex-husband's brother<br>
was going through hard times, Jo-Anne let him live in her house for many<br>
months. Jo-Anne regularly visited a schizophrenic friend, for years<br>
(ignoring his verbal "advances"); she even went to court to prevent<br>
California from making him a "ward of the state".</p>
<p dir="auto">People who spent time talking to Jo-Anne would also realize how smart<br>
she was. She was an amazing person. I called her a "Renaissance<br>
woman": She'd done so many things, and could teach herself to do most<br>
anything ...</p>
<p dir="auto">Jo-Anne realized she had picked up racism towards Latinos from her<br>
mother: So she took Spanish classes, then lived in Central America for<br>
half a year; she saw Nicaraguans fighting against an oppressive<br>
dictator, and came home with a strong appreciation for how hard peasants<br>
had to work to support their families. During the '80's, she worked<br>
hard to prevent the Reagan and Bush administrations from intervening<br>
militarily against Central Americans' struggle for popular control of<br>
their own countries. She was coordinator for a college group (that did<br>
lobbying, and organized speaking events and demonstrations), helped run<br>
a political radio program, led a prominent human rights lawyer on a<br>
national speaking tour, co-edited a scholarly book, lobbied at the<br>
Democratic National Convention in San Francisco, lobbied her<br>
Congressional representative (the delegation made his hands sweat :-).<br>
One of the culminations of this work was her creation of CARNet (a<br>
Spanish "pun"; it stands for Central America Resource Network), as a<br>
subset of PeaceNet (that I helped create). She interned with various DC<br>
pressure groups to teach them how to put their information into the<br>
bulletin boards she created for each Central American country, and<br>
helped them build communication channels with grassroots organizations<br>
(so the DC groups could align legislative lobbying with local activism;<br>
I now consult for a human rights organization, and its "forefather" used<br>
to regularly download information from CARNet). She spent months in<br>
Nicaragua (while the US was waging the Contra war against the country),<br>
helping create Nicarao (a system like PeaceNet). She traveled up and<br>
down Central America teaching NGOs (in Spanish) how to use Nicarao's<br>
email and bulletins boards (over 2400 baud modems ?!); when she arrived<br>
back in Managua, they took one look at her and said "you've got<br>
hepatitis, you have to go home".</p>
<p dir="auto">In the '90's (just as her cognition was starting to decline from the<br>
disease), she held jobs where she taught herself how to write<br>
spreadsheet macros and build database applications. One weekend I flew<br>
off on a business trip, and when I came home she'd replaced the furnace<br>
(including hooking-up the gas line, and replacing/insulating the<br>
ducting) - I don't know how she did it! Then she spent 5 years doing<br>
all the logistics to bring techies from all the most underdeveloped<br>
countries (using all 4 languages she spoke) to a central location (the<br>
place where ISoc, the Internet Society, would have their annual<br>
meeting), so volunteers could teach the techies how to connect their<br>
countries to the Internet; we have lots of wonderful knickknacks that<br>
the mostly-young techies gave to her, she was sort-of their den mother.<br>
By the end of that 5 year period, she told a friend that the work got<br>
harder each year: She was already aware that her cognition was<br>
declining, but she thought it was hormonal issues from menopause (she<br>
had serious hot flashes). As she had more and more difficulty doing the<br>
myriad of required tasks, she didn't get much support from the<br>
administrative folks who ran the conferences (nor from me, one of my big<br>
regrets in life) ... but one lefty techie believed in her, and hired her<br>
to run a workshop in South Africa (where she mentored some local woman,<br>
so they could run future workshops themselves - they probably helped<br>
Jo-Anne with tasks that had become harder for her). And when the ISoc<br>
conference came back to SF a few years later, all the techies were glad<br>
to see her; so she hired a full-size bus plus driver, and narrated a<br>
tour of San Francisco for them (I was her guinea pig on a dry run, and<br>
she did a great job!).</p>
<p dir="auto">In the '00's, Jo-Anne did computer consulting for a friend who ran a<br>
travel agency, including building a website that would collect contact<br>
info (she taught herself to do all this). And she became a serious<br>
volunteer at the local community cable TV studio: She was the 3rd most<br>
active volunteer for a number of years in a row, winning awards at their<br>
annual dinner. She did computer graphics, sound, camera, directing, the<br>
works. As her memory got worse: First she stopped directing; then she<br>
stopped doing computer graphics; and finally, she had to stop doing<br>
camera, because she'd immediately forget cues from the director (this<br>
was around the time she was diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment,<br>
mid-2006).</p>
<p dir="auto">I recently stumbled upon the best illustration of Jo-Anne as Renaissance<br>
woman. As I was gleaning distinctive documents from her office, I came<br>
across lots of leaflets from the plays put on by her community-theater<br>
group in the '70's; as I scanned the leaflets, I realized that Jo-Anne<br>
filled the roles of actor, singer, dancer, player of piano and<br>
Renaissance stringed instruments, director, producer, set designer,<br>
bookkeeper, etc. You wanted Jo-Anne in your group!</p>
<p dir="auto">I'm co-chair and citizen scientist for the Community Advisory Board of<br>
Stanford 's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center. They recently filmed<br>
me as caregiver: I described our life together, how I developed skills<br>
and adaptations as Jo-Anne's dementia got worse, and then I walked<br>
around the house showing accommodations I made and describing the<br>
techniques I used - they hope to use this material to produce a film for<br>
training med students. We tried to arrange filming me taking care of<br>
Jo-Anne, but we weren't able to schedule it in time. [I wondered<br>
whether it was appropriate to film me taking care of Jo-Anne's personal<br>
care, which involves nudity, for which I couldn't get functional assent<br>
from her ... until I remembered that Jo-Anne spent many nights dancing<br>
nude in one of her community-theater plays :-].</p>
<p dir="auto">My heart is wounded, and my identities are scrambled: It's going to take<br>
me a while to rebuild myself, with a lot more crying as part of the<br>
process (I got a headache from crying the first day, so I've started<br>
using the electrolyte sticks I used for Jo-Anne the last few weeks, as<br>
her meals became more limited). But I'm otherwise in pretty good shape,<br>
dealing with the myriad things that have to be dealt with, getting calls<br>
and visits from loving friends and family, and using<br>
computer-programming and movie-watching to take a break from my<br>
emotional life (getting to sleep the night she died was hard: As I would<br>
fall asleep a couple of times, I'd suddenly wake up with the realization<br>
that my identities were shredded, it wasn't clear who I was anymore,<br>
there was a Jo-Anne sized hole in my being).</p>
<p dir="auto">I hope you're all doing better than me :-> But I'm doing pretty well,<br>
all things considered. [I feel lucky that Jo-Anne taught me how to deal<br>
with my emotional being; many of the best parts of me are from her,<br>
she's a part of me.] I'm getting so many loving/supportive/affirming<br>
visits/hugs, calls, and emails (which typically lead to little bits of<br>
healthy crying ... a sort of episodic mini-therapy).</p>
<p dir="auto">My two siblings each spent a week helping me declutter and downsize the<br>
house a year ago. That will make it much easier for me to turn the<br>
house from "our house" into "my house", the first part of building my<br>
new life.</p>
<p dir="auto">-scott</p>
<p dir="auto">p.s. Feel free to share this email with anyone who remembers Jo-Anne, or<br>
who is struggling with dementia in their family.</p>
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<div>I'm very sad to hear of Jo-Anne Scott's passing. She was a good colleague and a good friend.</div>
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<div>I first met Jo-Anne at a meeting in Palo Alto in September 1992, hosted by Steve From and Scott Weikert. A few months before that, I had discussed with Larry Landweber at INET'92 in Kobe the possibility of setting up a training program in Internet
technology and use for people from developing countries. In the 1970s and 1980s, I worked for the United Nations and was involved in many technology transfer programs in the area of computing, and I had seen to my dismay the state of technical knowledge, education,
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<div>Jo-Anne attended the meeting, I had not known her before, but her enthusiasm for the project and solving logistical aspects of making it happen were contagious, so we became the initial band of co-conspirators for what became ISOC's network technologies
training program for people from developing countries. Since INET'93 was planned for San Francisco in August 1993, we decided to hold the training workshop in the Silicon Valley just before the INET meeting, and then have the trainees participate also
in that meeting. We believe that the latter step was important in introducing them to the people we hoped would be their future Internet colleagues and would assist them in the developments in their own countries.</div>
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<div>At the time I was working at New York University and was not situated to assist in local preparation for the workshop. Joanne lived in Palo Alto, and she believed that she could work with Stanford University to provide lodging, classroom space,
and meals for the trainees and trainers during August 1993. She set about to do it with a vigor, enthusiasm, and initiative that characterized her contributions to the workshop for the next five years.. She convinced the University to provide dormitory space,
meal arrangements,and suitable classroom space for the entire process, and she coordinated all of the preparatory work, including the procurement, delivery, and set up for a large number of personal computers to be used by the three training tracks. She
also arranged for several social events in the evenings to foster a sense of professional community among the attendees, as well as to meet local people who lived in the Palo Alto area. I remember her setting up a fireside chat with Vint Cerf one evening,
which resulted in a spirited discussion of the potential of the Internet and the importance of what it could provide for development.</div>
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<div>At the end of INET' 93, Jo-Anne and I had dinner with the INET'94 conference chair, and after reviewing the success of our workshop, we decided to do it again, a decision that was repeated for several years after that. Although it may not
have been clear to the workshop participants, the amount of logistical preparation required to set up the Prague workshop in 1994 was immense. Only a few years had elapsed since the erosion of the iron curtain and the dissolution of the Soviet Union, and
Czechoslovakia was in a rapid state of change. Joanne cooperated with the Czech Technical University to find space for housing in the Hotel Krystal, a tram ride away from the University buildings in which staff would be teaching the four tracks. The Hotel
Krystal even had a computer lab with 24 computers, connected to the Internet via a low-bandwidth permanent connection. During the workshop, Jo-Anne learned that our Hotel Krystal had only been a hotel for a few years and before that it had been the training
institute for the Czech secret police. We wondered how many microphones were still installed in various parts of the building, including the sleeping rooms. Jo-Anne also discovered the "Chicago Pizza House" (not a typo!) in an underground warren near the
hotel, where we went for relief several times to escape the rich Czech food offerings.</div>
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<div>Jo-Anne continued to participate actively in and support the workshop activities in 1995 in Honolulu, in 1996 in Montréal and in 1997 in Kuala Lumpur. In 1994 she discovered the local travel agent in Palo Alto, Maria Orvell, who worked with Joanne
and together they became accomplished in bringing people from all parts of the world to wherever the next INET meeting was going to be held.</div>
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<div>The process of choosing and assisting participants to attend the workshops was extensive. Applications were solicited through a number of channels, including disseminating information by participants in formal workshops. These all came to Jo-Anne
and she prepared them for evaluation by a committee consisting of the teaching staff for the next workshop. After that, the complex process of distributing the financial resources that we were able to obtain, ascertaining the possibility of visas and helping
participants to obtain them (including making intercessions with the host country), and making flight arrangements, and this generally had to be performed individually for each participant. The logistics process took a lot of time andinitiative, and Joanne
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<div>Jo-Anne was a true partner. She embodied the spirit of the Internet, helping, sharing, supporting, and giving of herself so that others might learn and in turn share with a new with others in their country. She believed strongly in the Internet's
ability to help people in earlier stages of development, and she gave herself fully to the task. Many workshop participants saw her correctly as fundamental to the success of their experience. I'm glad that she lived long enough to observe the benefits of
her contribution to global Internet development, but very sad that she was not able to continue to do so. She will be missed.</div>
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</blockquote></div><br clear="all"><div><br></div>-- <br><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr"><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">Salanieta Tamanikaiwaimaro aka Sala T<br></font></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">P. O. Box 17862<br></font></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">Suva<br></font></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">Republic of Fiji</font><span><font size="2"><br><br></font></span></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">Cell: +679 7656770; <br></font></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)"><font size="2">Home: +679 3362003<br></font></span></b></div><div><span style="color:rgb(0,0,255)"><font size="2"><b><span style="color:rgb(12,52,61)">Twitter: @SalanietaT</span></b><br></font></span></div><div><span style="color:rgb(0,0,255)"><font size="2"><br></font></span></div><div><i><b><font size="4"><span style="color:rgb(116,27,71)"><span style="font-family:garamond,serif"><br></span></span></font></b></i></div><div><i><b><font size="4"><span style="color:rgb(116,27,71)"><span style="font-family:garamond,serif">"You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honour." <br><br>Aristotle</span></span></font></b></i><br><br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>