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Friday, January 16, 2009


David Dehner

There is no one, in my lifetime, who was more generous to me while inviting me into his private home to work at the organ in the Pony Tracks Concert Hall. Crafted like many of the Baroque organs I have had the honor of playing in Europe, Jacques commissioned a unique instrument that was a joy to learn to play while at NDNU in Belmont. Few remember that the Stanford University organ students, when the Memorial Chapel was closed for retrofit, were also invited to keep working there at Pony Tracks. And countless children were delighted to that awesome sound in the many Organ Encounters which took place there under Dr. Angela Craft Cross.

My next concert will be dedicated to Jacques Littlefield and my memories and gratitude are unending as I wish my sincere condolences to his family and the men who worked with him on the restorations for all those armored vehicles

Steve Weatherholt

I remember Jacques Littlefield so well from my days at Cate School. Jacques was best known for his "puns." He roomed in Long House 1 three doors down from my room. I so much enjoyed his friendship and conversation. I remember on day having lunch at the San Jose Jet Center (circa 1984) and watching Jacques take off in his Beachcraft "Duke" aircraft. I wished I had stayed more in contact with him.

Lynn Ross

Jacques had an early enthusiasm for his passions and was always generous in sharing them with others. When we were little, waiting to board the school bus at North Hillsborough School, he asked me if I wanted to see what was in his shoe box that he was carrying like a treasure. I noticed that there were air holes poked into the top, so I being a girl not afraid to pick up snakes, I let him open the top. There was a big frog in there. Jacques was confident in the unique world that he was carving for himself, even back then. The last time I saw him he was taking his little son for a special chocolate sundae creation of some sort, crossing the Ladera parking lot, full of enthusiasm over this father-son adventure.
We extend condolences to the Littlefield Family.
Warm wishes,
Lynn Ross
and her daughter, C.J. Ross

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