I ran across your website after searching on the internet for Mamaroneck High School information. My mother-in-law, Jane Scofield, owned a year book, which I recently ran across while looking through things in storage.

As your website states, she did indeed pass away. She had a second bout with breast cancer and died in February of 2000. I am married to her son, Chris Rollins, from her second marriage to Charles Rollins. Her name at the time of her death was Jane Meigs.

I don't know if you can use any of this info for you website. I got to see pics of people who she had marked as "Best Friend" and "Steady my Senior Year," etc. from High School. It was a lot of fun. I even emailed a couple of her friends.

Thanks, Connie Rollins

Here is a photo taken in 1999, about a year before she passed away. Feel free to crop my two kids with the dorky smiles! I scanned this out of one of my photo scrapbooks. I have also attached a rather humorous writing all about how we lost her ashes... (it's humorous now, it wasn't so funny then).

Jane lived in Florida for years and then when she got sicker, she moved to Littleton, Colorado for the last couple years of her life. Her only son, Chris, married me (Connie) and she had two grandchildren, Amy and Ally. Chris and I met when we were both enlisted in the Navy and were stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. We ended up in San Diego and decided to stay there.

Thanks for your interest!

Connie

Chris flew to Denver to make final arrangements, and Connie followed a few days later. We rented a Ryder truck to transport Jane's belongings back to San Diego. As we left Denver, Connie made a joke about forgetting Granny Jane's ashes. We arrived in San Diego a couple days later and moved the belongings into storage. Later that day, we realized we did not know where the ashes were. We searched the house. We went back and pulled everything out of storage. We went to the truck rental place and searched the truck. We searched everything again. We called the hotels where we had stayed on the trip back to San Diego. We checked with the Sheriff's office near the storage place. We checked the rental truck again. As a last resort, we took out a "lost" ad for a black box with Jane's name on it. We called the truck rental place one last time before giving up.

Connie remembered specifically putting the ashes into the truck, but we could not remember where we had unloaded them. Months went by, Ally kept praying that we would "find Granny Jane's ashes," so we could sprinkle them in the Pacific Ocean as she had wished. Connie finally told Ally to stop praying to find the ashes, because it kept reminding us that we had lost them. We told a few people what had happened -- it was pretty funny, but no one wanted to laugh too much because they didn't want to make us feel bad.

Six months later… we received a call on our answering machine… "Granny Jane has landed." It was our friends from Colorado who had handled the arrangements when Granny Jane had passed on. Apparently, the ashes had been riding around in the black box behind the driver's seat of the Ryder truck. Granny Jane had been to New York and coast to coast several times. Someone finally found the box and knew someone who owned a funeral home. He gave the ashes to this friend, who contacted the funeral home listed on the box, and they in turn contacted our friends. Ally was excited that her prayers had been answered! And we're sure Granny Jane was excited that she finally got to travel around the U.S.! However, this is just beginning of the ashes saga…

We made arrangements with Pastor Frank and our friend, Mark Morgan (who owned a boat), to go out on a Saturday and sprinkle the ashes. We obtained a permit to make everything legal - in San Diego ashes must be sprinkled three miles out from the coast. The day arrived and the boat would not start, so the event got cancelled, and we all went out to eat instead! We scheduled for a later date, but it poured down rain that day, so we didn't go. We scheduled a third outing, and it rained again, but we went ahead with the plans. Mark checked his boat to make sure it was running. We got to the beach and the boat wouldn't start. We bought a new battery and finally got on our way. As Chris was lifting our cooler into the boat, he knocked his brand new cell phone to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. It is still there to this day as far as we know! It was still raining off and on and the seas were rough. We traveled maybe a mile off the coast, and Connie was starting to get nervous because the swells were so big. It was raining hard enough that we had to put the canopy over the boat. Connie said, "This is far enough." We unsnapped the canopy far enough to hold out the box of ashes and dumped them in the water with our heads poking through the canopy. We headed back for the calmer waters of the bay. As if Granny Jane was glad we had finally laid her to rest (after almost a year), the sun came out, we were able to spend some time cruising around the bay and even saw a sea lion swimming close by.