Jane Saunders LeCompte-Evans

Jane Dabney Saunders LeCompte-Evans

1932 - 2019

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Jane S. LeCompte-Evans, 87, died peacefully on August 28, 2019 at Atlantic Shores Seaside Health Center. Born in Richmond, VA, on January 9, 1932, she was the daughter of the late Creagh Burrows Saunders and Geraldine de Gournai Adams.

A native of Richmond, Jane Dabney Saunders received her education at Thomas Jefferson High School and James Madison College before marrying Edwin Lee LeCompte in 1953. She volunteered at Virginia Beach General Hospital and taught Sunday school at Galilee Episcopal Church. She later became a successful real estate agent and recognized artist.

A devoted member of Galilee, she served on the Lay Pastoral Care Team, Alice Rueger Circle, Tender Loving Carriers, Greeters Ministry, and Funeral Reception Guild. She was a member of the Colonial Dames of America, the Junior League, Virginia Beach Garden Club, and Princess Anne Country Club.

Jane enjoyed entertaining family and friends in her home as well as attending the annual Floyd family reunions. An athlete into her seventies she loved tennis, sailing, white water rafting, canoeing, golf, and especially skiing. Aspen was her favorite getaway. She shared these passions with her second husband CDR Herman “Brink” Evans Jr, US Navy, whom she married in 1992.

She cherished the opportunities to drive her daughter, son, and mother across America and through the many national parks. She filled many photo albums and spliced dozens of movie reels with the images she captured in her world travels. Her love of nature inspired her paintings, her gardens, and her amazing rapport with animals.

Jane embraced life passionately. Her nourishing spirit poured out on all she met. She had a talent for bringing out the child in all of us. She was a devoted daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, and aunt.

She was preceded in death by her sister Geraldine Saunders Naeny, as well as her two husbands. She is survived by her sister, Anne Saunders Addison Scott of Richmond, VA; daughter Jane LeCompte Yates and husband Charles of Charlotte, NC; son Kirkwood Adams LeCompte and wife Catherine of Lawrenceville, NJ; four grandchildren: Kimberly Dearing Yates, Benjamin Barrett Yates, Nathaniel Lee LeCompte, and Adam Michael LeCompte; as well as many nephews and nieces and their families.

Jane’s life will be celebrated at 1:00 pm on Friday, September 27, 2019 at Galilee Episcopal Church, 3928 Pacific Ave, Virginia Beach, VA. The officiant will be Rev Andrew D. Buchanan, Rector. A reception will follow the service in Tucker Hall. A graveside service will be conducted for friends and family later this fall at a time to be announced at Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, VA.

Arrangements are being handled by H. D. Oliver Funeral Apts, Laskin Rd Chapel. Memorial donations can be made to Galilee Episcopal Church or the charity of your choice.

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Eulogy - Delivered September 27, 2019
by son Kirkwood A. LeCompte
at Galilee Episcopal Church in Virginia Beach, VA

In 1977 mom and I embarked on a 6-week adventure across the USA. For weeks she had planned the details of our route through national parks, big cities, mountain passes, deserts, and coastal highways. Along the way we met Bighorn Sheep crossing a road, geysers erupting in Yellowstone Park, and Tina Turner gyrating across the stage in Las Vegas. It was the adventure of a lifetime! We climbed the Tetons, descended the Grand Canyon, and listened to old-fashioned Jazz in downtown New Orleans. It was truly epic for a 13-year old boy and his 45-year old mom, and a life-changing gift for me.

I learned that Mom was all about adventure. She had a passion to engage people and places, to travel the world, to ski every slope, to sail the seas, and to see the beauty in nature. She sparked joy in others, often through her mischievous sense of humor and desire to live life to the fullest. Mom was all about the present and including each of us in the moment.

I remember my first Thanksgiving away from mom. I invited her to come to New York City. She offered to bring the turkey. I noted that turkeys were available in New York, but she was already moving forward with a plan. Turns out a turkey fits perfectly in a ski boot bag. At the airport, the carry-on made its way through the X-ray machine. Concerned agents glanced at mom. They ran the bag through again. They called over other agents who pointed at the turkey skeleton on the screen during the third pass. Finally, they cautiously explained to mom, that she could board with the turkey, but the 14” carving knife plunged into its half-cooked breast would have to be confiscated. I can only wonder what would have happened if she’d tried that in recent years.

Adventure and imagination go hand in hand, and Jane’s imagination soared. When I was young, she would effortlessly animate every stuffed animal in my room and give each one a unique voice as part of an elaborate, improvised, and interactive bedtime story. In the morning, when I awoke, the stuffed animals would all be perched in the most unlikely places in the room, no where near where they had been when I fell asleep. I was convinced they had come to life during the night as part of some grand adventure that only they knew about. And of course, they remained frozen in place until mom returned to give them life again the next night.

There’s no doubt that mom shared her adventurous, imaginative spirit with her sisters Anne and Gerry. My grandmother always referred to the three of them as her three angels, and indeed a joyous, creative, free spirit binds them together and to all of us. We are so blessed to have Anne with us here today, and when I look into Anne’s eyes, and see her smile, and hear her laugh, I see and hear Jane and Gerry too. Anne, Mom so cherished your frequent calls these last few years, which always lifted her spirits.

Mom, Anne and Gerry grew up during the depression, and while they have many fond memories of summer vacations along the shores of the Potomac with their cousins, they also recall the financial struggles that forced their dad to travel far and wide for employment. And then they lost their father in 1945. He was only 42. The girls were 11, 13, and 16 years old. I can’t imagine their loss, but I clearly see their strength. Despite tough circumstances, each of them emerged as vibrant forces socially, artistically and intellectually. And we are all blessed as a result.

Mom faced another challenge in mid-life when her marriage ended, and uncertainty began to overwhelm her. How would her life change? How would she make money? How would she run a household alone? In the midst of this she had an unmistakable, life-changing vision of Jesus. She frequently told us how vivid the encounter was, how deeply it comforted her, and I saw for myself how her spirit gained the energy to move forward. Soon afterward she earned her real estate license, miraculously passing the math section of the required exam – a feat she readily attributed more to prayer than study. And she emerged a far more confident woman, capable and fearless, with a renewed sense of purpose that was deeply rooted in her faith in God. A faith that never wavered.

In the first few days after mom passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was skiing in Aspen. She was an athlete again, gracefully carving the mountain in perfect powder conditions with a free lift ticket. She always wanted a free ticket to ski Aspen, but they kept upping the age requirement – when she was 60, they said “oh, it’s 65 now” and at 65 they said 70, and so she never got that free ride, until now. And I know she’s in heaven among the moguls of the black diamond slopes wearing a huge smile of satisfaction.

Sports were indeed one of mom’s passions. She earned trophies on the tennis court, respect on the ski slopes, and kudos from fellow sailors. She could navigate class 4 rapids, and hike the longest trails. She was an active role model who instilled in Jebbie and I, a competitive, athletic spirit that has never left us.

She was also an artist, a talent that my sister inherited, and that I can only admire. I am so glad she discovered her ability later in life. Her oil paintings wonderfully capture her love of western landscapes, flora and fauna. We have a couple of examples on display in Tucker Hall this afternoon. Her paintings alone will insure she is remembered for many years.

One of the greatest gifts Mom and Dad gave us was Virginia Beach. Mom made it her home for 65 years. Is there any better place to grow up? Wave riding at the beach, sailing the Chesapeake, swimming, tennis, and golf at the club, fireworks on the practice range, biking in Seashore State Park, crabbing at the Narrows, kite-flying along the dunes, dancing at the Cavalier, skee-ball at the Boardwalk, putt putt at Jungle Golf, trampolines in the backyard, water skiing in Broad Bay, horseback riding off Great Neck Road, seafood at the Duck Inn, fishing by the Bay Bridge Tunnel, movies at the Beach Theater, ice cream at High’s, and crab cakes at Nick’s, and so much more. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

Another great gift she gave us was her homemade rum cake. I mention this because we have some for you to take home today. She loved sharing it, and we share it with you today, along with the recipe so that it will continue to be shared, and in a small way keep mom’s memory alive. We hope you enjoy it!

I want to end by saying, Mom, you are all heart. You move forward with a contagious, effervescent, child-like passion that embraces everyone near you. You envelop us and inspire us with your love of adventure, travel, and nature. Your vivid imagination and mischievous sense of fun runs deep in the souls of your children, grandchildren, extended family and friends. We love you and feel your love every day. You are with us, now and forever.

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Rum Cake Recipe
of Jane LeCompte Evans

Jane loved nothing more than to make her favorite cake for friends and family. We hope you honor her memory by making it for your friends and family.

Ingredients:
1 Box Duncan Hines Deluxe Classic Yellow Cake Mix
1 Package (3.4 ounce) of Vanilla Instant Pudding Mix
4 Eggs
1/3 Cup Wesson Oil
1/3 Cup Water
1/3 Cup Rum (Mt. Gay recommended)

For the Sauce:
1 Stick Butter
1 Cup Confectionary Sugar
1/2 Cup Rum

Preheat Oven to 350°

Instructions: Grease and flour a Bundt pan. With a mixer, mix together the cake mix, pudding mix, eggs, vegetable oil, water and rum until well combined. Pour batter into pan. Bake for 50 to 60 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the middle part of the cake comes out clean and the cake starts to pull away from the edges of the pan. Poke many, many holes all over the cake, so some of the sauce will flow inside.

Make the sauce: Over medium heat melt 1 stick of butter in a small saucepan. Slowly stir in the 1 cup of confectionary sugar. Slowly stir in the rum. Bring up the heat to make a bubbly sauce. Pour sauce slowly over the warm cake while it's still in the pan. Allow the cake to cool before removing from the pan. Store cake at room temperature for up to 4 days.

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