We were finally able to hold the burial rite for Nan Hobson on December 22. Rest eternal grant to her and may light perpetual shine upon her.
From the Washington Post, October 29: Nancy Hulbert Saussy Hobson died on October 22, 2021. She was born in Savannah, Georgia, on November 22, 1943, to Robert Downie Walker Saussy and Nancy Elizabeth Hulbert Saussy. She was the oldest of four children and the only daughter. She attended Pape School in Savannah, where she made lifelong friends, before moving to Charlotte, North Carolina, in 1960. She attended college for two years and in 1963 married James Richmond Hobson, whom she met when her parents invited him home after church. After marrying at Christ Church in Savannah, Nan and Jim moved to Washington, DC, and then to Palo Alto, California, where they raised three girls in a white bungalow with a picket fence, a hedge of roses, and fruit trees in the yard. She became an avid tennis player, learned to cook by watching Julia Child on TV, and commenced throwing ambitious dinner parties. She would eventually train her children to serve as catering staff. Late in 1972 Nan and Jim packed the girls into a Buick Estate Wagon and took a scenic southern route back East to settle in Alexandria, Virginia. They joined Immanuel Church on the Hill and discovered a trove of wonderful friends, who introduced them to Shrine Mont, the diocesan retreat in the Blue Ridge, which became their favorite vacation spot. Nan became active in the Junior League and the National Society of Colonial Dames, twice serving as the D.C. Society's President. She also served on the Immanuel Church Vestry and became its Senior Warden. Nan had an abiding love for the South Atlantic coast, especially Tybee Island, Georgia. She returned there often with her children and grandchildren, whom she taught to love the sight of shrimp boats, fiddler crabs, sandpipers, dolphins, and pelicans in formation. Nan was outgoing and loved people and parties. Finding her in a crowd was easy thanks to her distinctive, raucous laugh, which belied her chic appearance. She had a zany, irreverent streak, and her family remember fondly her harmless transgressions, such as allowing children to play hooky. Among her younger cousins, she held a truly exalted position for her unfailing high spirits, generosity, and smarts. Nan was a voracious reader who was deeply curious about other people's lives. She loved weighty biographies about her literary and intellectual heroes, among them Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf, William James, and Oscar Wilde. Her children and grandchildren have favorite memories of lying in bed and listening to her turn the pages of a book. Nan is survived by her husband, Jim and their daughters, Kathleen, Caroline, and Susan, and their husbands, Atul, Greg, and Bill; her brothers, Downie, Gordon, and Chas; and her grandchildren, Walker, Hattie, Hunter, Luca, Lulu, and Robert.