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 NYMysteries  Nov. 13,  2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bob Thomason died at home the night of Tuesday, Nov. 10. He was 92. Bob was a\u00a0 member of Judson Memorial Church. He loved to talk about the books he\u2019d read, sing Moon River at church, in the hall and in taxis. He cycled all over the world. Judsonites in China looked off their balcony and saw Bob on his trusty bike. He had a wonderful family: Jane, an Ohio girl who kept her courteous midwestern manners with a keen and amused eye on NYC; his two daughters, Caroline and Katherine. He and Jane married in 1960 and were married for sixty years.\u00a0 Jane\u2019s and his daughters\u2019 devotion to him was unstinting. These words conjure up Bob: Moon River, dancing, moving into a Black-American neighborhood and talking about it during weekly Concerns at Judson, love of life, love of people. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both Bob and Jane exemplify Amos 5:18-24: But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.
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Bob rarin’ to go. Photo is courtesy of a Judson parishioner.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Members of the Thomson family. Courtesy of Sharon Woolums<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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