Jean Kreger Carlson
Jean Kreger Carlson, 11/9/1935- 9/15/21, was preceded in passing by her parents Frank & Dorothy Kreger,older brother Donald Kreger, niece Julie Kreger and lastly her husband of 60 plus years Coldevin Carlson. She is survived by her three children William Carlson, Anna Olson and Justin Carlson also her much cherished grandaughters Sonoma & Devin Dalton, nieces and nephews Mark, Stacey and Holly, plus thier children.
She was so amazing there is no way I can give her the accolades she deserves. Here's a bit: she loved traveling--went to New Zealand, Japan, Greece, Turkey, and the 10 top golf courses in the world to name a few. As children, she took us all over the Pacific Northwest. She sang for the OK Chorale, played bridge with a long time friend, Timmie, wrote off-and-on for Ms. Magazine, and of course wrote her own book called Enjoying Soccer. She loved soccer: played it up to her 40s, reffed it, even was coach for Anna's team. She played golf, even making a hole-in-one at Broadmoor Golf Club. Jean loved skiing with the Armstrongs at Alpental, doubles tennis with Coldevin, squash and racquetball, sailing, even ping-pong.
As a mom and grandma, she taught us the abundance of beauty in life. Everything from the theatre where she managed in Pioneer Square to ice skating in the Montlake Cut and yearly strawberry picking in the San Juans; fresh pressed apple cider with the Charlson's by Sultan. Every summer she would seperately take her grandaughters to Intergenerational Camp where they flew glider planes, went on sailboats, explored the Grand Canyon and Tetons and many more.
She was very generous and donated time and money to anything she believed in such as the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Sierra Club, Save Our Parks, public schooling and Planned Parenthood. She was an example and role model for if you believe and take action you can make change, and everywhere you go leave it better than you found it. Most common phrases when we were children were, "look it up" and "under every stone is a home." She believed that every moment was a teaching moment sometimes driving her grandaughters crazy: "Mom, why does grandma always teach!"
That's Mom, Jean Carlson, in a nutshell. She will be sorely missed and never forgotten. May you be up in heaven with loving arms embracing you. We already miss you so much mom. Jean would love it if you planted a tree or flowering bush in her honor. We plan on planting one with her ashes as per her wish and we will update where that is soon.
