James L. Jordan M.D.
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Following a brief and private battle with cancer my life ended on June 6, 2016. As a descendant from a pre-Gold Rush family I was born on May 15, 1952, in Stockton, California, to parents J. Roland Jordan Jr. and Joyce L. Jordan.
My undergraduate studies were completed at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California. Traveling east to New York, my medical degree was received from Columbia University, College of Physicians and Surgeons. With intentions of a permanent residence on the West Coast, I returned to California where further medical training and fellowship were completed.
A few spontaneous events intervened with my intentions. The first event arrived as an offer and acceptance of employment in Vermont as an Emergency Medical Physician at the Rutland Hospital, now the Rutland Regional Medical Center. During my tenure, I was a satisfied participant of a small group who effectively lobbied for the conversion of a local funeral home ambulance service to a professional ambulance service, Regional Ambulance Service. Additionally, I sponsored two exceptionally accomplished Rutland City firefighters in successfully becoming Vermont's original, equipped and qualified paramedics. After dedicating almost 20 years to this area of expertise, I left Emergency Medicine in pursuit of a more personally rewarding profession in Sports Medicine.
The next event was the acquisition of a hilltop property. With an irreplaceable setting this inspirational playground integrated views, privacy and a direct access for a diverse range of outdoor entertainment that offered all of my valued activities. Knowing that I found my bucolic tranquility, I knew I would never leave Vermont. The California coast became my second home, where I often returned for leisure that included backpacking, running, cycling, sailing, hiking, skiing, extended vacations and countless, memorable family reunions.
The final event materialized as a result of being a life-time skier. In 1980, Dr. Barry Ellman, Lindsay MacCuaig and I founded the Killington Medical Clinic, located at the base of Killington Mountain. It was this event that permitted me the locality to achieve my dedicated focus on Sports Medicine and Rehabilitation. Together, we shared a unique and enjoyable practice. We considered this opportunity to be the perfect combination of balancing a professional medical service with a personal and recreational passion. We especially enjoyed the fresh powder of early morning skiing prior to the clinic opening. During my tenure, I was privileged to serve as the Medical Adviser for the Killington Ski Patrol, where I developed the deepest regard for their difficult and unpredictable challenges. As one of the original practicing physicians, I thoroughly enjoyed my time there for almost 25 years. Following a change in partnership, then years later, the sale of the practice to RRMC, my tenure ended in 2004.
For the remainder of my medical profession I spent an additional number of years practicing part-time at the Castleton Medical Clinic in Urgent Care before my illness led to an early retirement. I had the great fortune to witness and work with so many exceptional, highly skilled, deeply devoted, hard-working and compassionate caregivers during the totality of my medical allegiance. Your steadfast support, respect, comradeship, loyalty, admiration and friendship were received with heartfelt gratitude.
I am survived by my precious wife, Nan; immediate and extended loving family in California, Oregon and Vermont; dear friends and valued colleagues. Private commemorations will be held at my residence and at my family's cabin in the High Sierra Nevada Mountains.
In addition to a fulfilled and successful life in Vermont, I maintained an eternal affection for Maine, New York, Sierra Nevada and Monterey, California's Big Sur Coast. Robinson Jeffers, considered to be the poet laureate of the Monterey Coast, shared a liberating interpretation of the relationship between man and nature. Eloquently, he validated a profound appreciation for man's connection to the natural world. The quality of his words best distills the essence of my missive better than any feeble endeavor of self-elucidation:
I admired the beauty / While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.
I wander in the air, / Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;
Touch you and Asia / At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises /And the glow of this grass. / I left the light precipitate of ashes to Earth / For a love-token.

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Published in Rutland Herald from Jun. 9 to Jun. 10, 2016.