A. Keith Jameson
Professor Emeritus of the Chemistry Department, Loyola University Chicago, died June 24, 2015, at the age of 82 in Evanston, Illinois. Born in Provo, Utah, and graduated (B.S. and M.S.) from Brigham Young University in Salt Lake City. While doing his Ph.D. at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, he met and married Cynthia Juan and together they had 2 daughters and 5 grandchildren, celebrating their 52-year anniversary just weeks before his death. Keith was a professor in the Department of Chemistry of Ateneo de Manila University for 2 years before joining the faculty at Loyola University Chicago in Fall 1968. While at Ateneo, he encouraged several Filipino students to do doctoral studies in chemistry in the USA. While at Loyola he published more than 80 research articles with undergraduate students, graduate students and post-doctoral scholars, some involving gas phase nuclear magnetic resonance co-authored with his wife Cynthia J. Jameson, some involving electronic and vibrational relaxation in jet-cooled molecules co-authored with E. C. Lim. He taught physical chemistry, introductory chemistry, and molecular spectroscopy among other subjects, and was an early exponent of teaching hands-on courses in designing and using microelectronic devices to control laboratory experiments. He enjoyed playing duplicate bridge from student days through retirement years, and it was at the bridge table where he collapsed from a heart attack and died subsequently. He also enjoyed watching birds migrating through and residing in their garden in Evanston. He is survived by two sisters, Annette Jameson and Gwen Halls in Phoenix, Arizona, where he wintered in his later years.
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Dear Mam Cynthia,

I am sorry to hear that Sir Keith Jameson passed away. Though I only met him for a couple of days when I visited your house last 2014, I knew that he was a very caring and loving person. I still remember that he used to drive you from your house to the train station. During afternoons, he stations near the window; armed with his air rifle, he shoots trespassing rabbits that eat plants from your garden.

I also enjoyed listening to his stories, the days when he was a graduate student, and his experience in teaching in Ateneo de Manila University. But the most memorable interaction with Sir Keith that I always want to reminisce was the evening when he taught me how to use a slide rule.

May his soul rest in peace.
Jake Tan
May 16, 2016
I live in the Past
for Keith lives there.
I read his letters,
one hundred fifty four
of love and longing.

They speak to me
in his own voice
his thoughts and feelings
in that Before time
fore we were wed.

His words
live again,
full of fevered waiting
for what is yet to be.

The promises
of Before time
indeed stayed true
for fifty two
years thereafter.

While I stay suspended
in Before time,
the words always and forever
retain their magical power,
their promise
of the indefinite future
yet to be fulfilled.

Oh! let me travel back
to the year of Before time
so I may once again
live through
the always and forever
in the following fifty two.

A new day
in the Present
holds no attraction
for Keith lives not
where I reside.

Gardens and concerts,
operas and plays,
now offer a lesser joy,
only fleeting reminders
of previous wondrous
moments shared,
my hand in his,
his hand in mine.

Spaces I walk in,
objects I touch,
previously inhabited,
touched by him,
always with him,
briefly carry me
back to the Past;
now in the Present
I merely survive.

I look not to the Future.
What Future
can there be
for me
my beloved?

--- Cynthia
February 20, 2016

Thank you for you kind note letting me know about Keith's passing. His passion for chemistry, life and family was an example to us all. I am privileged to have had his guidance as I pursued my doctorate. I join the many others who will miss him.
Kathleen Buchi
January 14, 2016
I'm so sad to hear about the passing of Dr. Keith Jameson. Dr. Jameson was one of my chemistry professors at the Ateneo de Manila University. I remember him as a good and generous person. When he learned that I was US bound, he loaned me $500.00 at 0% interest. When it was time to pay him back, he instructed me to give it to Father Schmitt as his donation to the department of chemistry at Indiana University. Also, when I was moving from Indiana to Chicago, Cynthia and Keith allowed me to stay with them for three months until I got my own place. I will always be grateful for what they have done for me.

Thank you Keith and Cynthia.
December 21, 2015
Dear Cynthia,
I was very sad to hear that Keith had passed away. He was a friend and colleague for more than 60 years and I will miss our occasional chats.
Thomas Farrar
December 4, 2015
Dear Cynthia,
I am so sorry to learn that Keith has passed away. He was always the good teacher and best friend. I still remember him working with the vacuum line or NMR spectrometer at UIC and especially from our trip to Colorado, Utah and Arizona in 1984.
I will miss him...
With the deepest condolence and sympathies to you,
Karol Jackowski
September 9, 2015
-Chemist Professor
-True Friend
R.I.P-Keith Jameson
he's a tough act to follow
also just tough
to miss.
I just wish you woke up in that bed
we all wish you just woke up

I have trouble hearing this song

I can't explain

but I hope others understand why it relieves and hurts
all at once...

miss you


All my love-Ashley Roxanne S
Ashley Sutker
August 18, 2015
Very sad news. I will always remember Keith with his eternal and kind smile. Both in the lab as well as outside if it. I met him shortly after landing in Chicago, and remember him hosting me at Loyola at the first talk I ever gave as faculty. He and his smile gave me a treat! I also recall the exquisite care with which he would come to run his gas phase measurements at UICs 200 and 400 machines. From the sample preparation to the plotting if the data, you could sense the feeling if joy which he received from running his own experiments from beginning to end.
I am sure that this dual example of happiness in life and happiness in science were greatly treasured by him. And they remain an example to us
Lucio Frydman
July 9, 2015
My deepest condolence and sympathies go out to you and your family during this time of grief. I have a fond memory of talking with Keith on various topics during his frequent visits to our department when I was a junior faculty.
Wonhwa Cho
July 7, 2015
Dear Cynthia, Our deepest, heartfelt sympathy! What a shock for you, your daughters, and the rest of your family!
Keith was already at Illinois when I arrived in September, 1958. The pchem graduate students were a fine lot, but Keith was particularly easy to get to know - a "regular guy" with no airs or geekiness. He was whip smart, friendly, and would easily share his perspectives on science and grad life in particular. When you came to Illinois, you and I had our desks back to back in one of Gutowsky's labs for a couple of years. When you wrote us while I was postdocing at Oxford that you and Keith were getting married, it was a big surprise, but I immediately thought, "What a good match!" Obviously it was, both personally and professionally. We'll keep you and your family in our prayers. Stay in touch!
Jerry & Claire Miller
July 3, 2015
Keith was my MS advisor at Loyola, which means that Cynthia was also my advisor. I really learned a lot about PChem BECAUSE of how Keith taught...and I know that Cynthia was a good teacher...you may recall the student-made plaque on her wall for her teaching style proficiency.
Keith and Cynthia were special to me. They embraced me like I was one of their kids. I learned how universities, funding, and research work. And all that training has come in handy as I now work at Keith's PhD alma mater.
Steven Wille
July 2, 2015
Deepest Condolences, Cynthia. From one of your students in U.P. Diliman 1966, Abraham Asprec
July 1, 2015
As many other Loyola students, I met Dr. Keith Jameson my freshmen year. I started Loyola after studying English for two years so I would not speak much. As time passed, I would stop by Dr. Jameson's office and to him about chemistry and many other things. I enjoyed those conversations tremendously. My 3rd year, I ended up working for Dr. Jameson teaching undergraduate students how to operate NMR system which I learned from him. It is working with him that started me on my career path. With his help, I received the summer internship at AT&T Bell Labs and then worked in Argonne National Laboratory. He also encouraged and guided me through the application process for the graduate schools. I kept in touch through graduate school and beyond and cherished seeing him and Cynthia on my yearly visits to Chicago. I am very grateful for the attention that he has given me, for his encouragement and guidance, and many wonderful discussions. I will always remember him as a very big and positive influence in my life and miss him.
Gosia (Maggie) Marjanska
June 30, 2015
Ateneo and UP students at the reunion picnic July 1968 in Lake of the Woods, Illinois: Arthur Mateos, Elma Caballes (UP), Jose L. Carlos, Jr., Claro Llaguno (pointing), Rudyard Enanoza (UP) in back, Luisito Tan (clowning) and Keith. [Not shown is Ben Mandanas, who was probably holding the camera.]
June 30, 2015
PhD students from the graduating class of 1966 Ateneo de Manila University are reunited with Keith and Cynthia at a picnic in Lake-of-the-Woods in July 1968, together with other PhD students who graduated from Ateneo and University of the Philippines.
From the left: Claro Llaguno, Rudyard Enanoza (UP), Jose L. Carlos, Jr. (Ateneo 1967), Arthur Mateos (playing guitar), Luisito Tan (with camera) and Ben Mandanas in front. The Lake of the Woods forest preserve is close to the Urbana-Champaign campus of the University of Illinois.
June 30, 2015
Some of Keith's (and Cynthia's) undergraduate students from their 1965-1967 period in the Philippines, teaching respectively, at Ateneo de Manila University and University of the Philippines are shown here. The graduating class of 1966 in Chemistry at Ateneo de Manila University at the home of Keith and Cynthia Jameson in UP Village. From the right: Ondevilla, Arthur Mateos, Claro Llaguno, Keith, Cynthia, Ben Mandanas, and Luisito Tan in front.
June 30, 2015
I am very sad to hear about the passing of Keith. I cannot thank him, as well as Cynthia, enough for their significant influence in my education, and eventually my career. They are always dear to me and I cherish their friendship and concern to see us succeed. They advised me not just to finish my undergrad in Chemistry at Ateneo, but go all the way to Cornell for my Ph.D. All the best for Keith and Cynthia!
Jose "Oling" Carlos
June 30, 2015
June 30, 2015
My Tayao family will miss Keith. My husband Loy and I will always remember him as the quiet, caring and kind brother-in-law, who was patient with the Tayao brood's noisy chitter-chatter and laughter during Juan family reunions in Phoenix and Evanston. (Pictures of our 2008 reunion are enclosed.)

My kids will always remember their Uncle Keith as the nice, quiet uncle who patiently drove us to the downtown theater so that they could watch a new superhero movie in Phoenix, ahead of its debut screening in Manila. Also, my kids will always associate him with the elderly Carl in the movie Up, not only because of how they looked alike but also because in the story, Carl had a quiet, placid facade but was actually a caring, sweet old man.

Beyond my memories of family reunions over the years, the fondest ones of Keith were from my childhood.

I remember when my sister Cynthia and her husband Keith first arrived in our house in Caloocan. As a little girl, I looked up at Keith with awe, the first seemingly giant Caucasian in our family of short Filipinos. I remember how Keith & Cynthia hugged by the master bedroom door as I passed by the corridor. I remember seeing how happy my sister looked in his arms.

I remember when they were living at UP Village, they warmly welcomed me into their home for a short vacation. I remember how, as he sat on the cushioned rattan chair in the living room, Keith would lovingly play with their firstborn by lifting her up in the air to hear her giggle. I remember him listening to his LP vinyl records of classical music or soundtracks of Broadway musicales while reading a book in the living room. Those records would eventually relocate to our Caloocan home, serving as my introduction to those music pieces. Some of those records are still with me and with the comeback of vinyl records and vacuum tube amplifiers, Loy and I still play them.

I remember that Keith collected stamps. When he left his stamp collection with my brother I was amazed to see how old and how varied the stamps were and was surprised at how distant the countries of origin were. It prompted me to have my own small collection of Philippine stamps although it was a short-lived childhood hobby.

I remember how giant' Keith used to rock his small Renault 4L at times when it stalled. He left that car in Caloocan and it became the Juan family's first and only family car.

I remember how Keith, Cynthia and their firstborn would visit us in Caloocan on weekends and they would trust me to play and help feed their little one with baby food. I recall how I used to tag behind her as she started to walk around and how being given this responsibility made me, the youngest of Cynthia's sibling, feel like a big sister.

These are my childhood memories of Keith, seemingly minor and inconsequential, but are lasting images, treasured a lifetime.
Brenda with Loy, Tin-Tin, Chris and Bernie
June 30, 2015
Keith Jameson was one of my office mates when I was a graduate student at the University of Illinois in the late 1950's. The accident of our arrival there, he from Utah, I from Texas, was an opportunity to form a friendship that has withstood distance and time. His high level of intelligence and scientific erudition was evident from the first day we met. He and I, in this graduate-school environment, were perhaps a little fearful of the academic competition the other might pose. But as we talked about chemistry, physics, and mathematics, we soon discovered that we would be learning from each other as much as we would learn in the classroom. The other students we bonded with were Lionel Raff and Fred Minn, making a full table for bridge, a game that Keith and Lionel tried to teach me, but without much success. On physical chemistry, however, we were a great team. One night we were studying for an exam in quantum mechanics, dreaming up the most diabolical questions we could imagine that Martin Karplus could give us. Karplus happened to pass by the classroom where we were working just as we were writing out our general solution to the matrices for momentum and position for the harmonic oscillator and taking the commutator to give Heisenberg's uncertainty relation. Karplus' telling grin when he saw what we were writing gave away the fact that we had hit pay dirt. Sure enough, there was that very problem on the exam the next morning. Keith, Lionel, and Fred aced it by just putting down what we had worked out together the night before. But I was so exited at this windfall that I made mistakes in the derivation and missed getting the final answer. Keith's coolness under pressure was inspirational. Keith once caught a huge cockroachat least two and a half inches long. He put it in an empty kitchen-match box, marked it DANGER DO NOT OPEN and put it on my desk. He, Lionel, and Fred hovered around, trying to look disinterested while waiting for my curiosity to overcome any sense of caution. Finally, they had their pleasure when I jumped up screaming when the cockroach jumped fom the box and ran behind a pile of papers to be graded . Keith's laughter still rings in my years. In later decades Keith, Cynthia, Lionel and his wife Murna, Fred, and I and my wife Martha traveled together and relived those Illinois days while enjoying seeing new parts of the world. We met in Phoenix, Oklahoma, Philadelphia, Turkey. Greece, South America, Alaska, and the Western Mediterranean, playing games, talking science, and being ourselves as only best friends can be. To say I will miss him is much too mild a statement.

Richard Porter
Setauket, NY
June 29, 2015
I will always remember Keith's kindness. I was always welcome to their home during school breaks when I was a graduate student & post-doc. It was through him that I learned how to operate an NMR spectrometer. Cynthia and he were always interested about the progress of my graduate research & through their support I was able to achieve my PhD degree.

Rudy Enanoza
June 29, 2015
Keith and Cynthia Jameson were close friends to my wife an I for 58 years. We met during our first year in graduate school at the University of Illinois, Urbana. That initial bond of friendship expanded and grew to include Drs. Martha and Richard Porter and Dr. Fred Minn. Together, we enjoyed chess (Keith was an excellent player), duplicate bridge, golf, many board games, great concerts, plays, and extensive travel. Over the years, the seven of us visited England (twice), Scotland, Italy, Sicily, Croatia, France, Spain, Turkey, Greece, the Greek Islands, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Canada, Alaska, Yukon, and numerous cities in the continental United States. We also published several scientific papers together.

Mostly we thoroughly enjoyed being together. Keith once described our friendship in a manner that I have always remembered. He said, "We all know every wart each of us has, but we like you anyway."

As might be expected between good friends of such long standing, we all enjoyed a near countless number of good-natured, harmless jokes we played on one another. Keith and Richard shared an office at the University of Illinois in which Richard had an antique roll top desk with numerous compartments. One morning he opened the roll top to discover a small white box that opened via a sliding drawer. On top of the box, Keith had written the message, "DANGER! DO NOT OPEN!" Richard stared at the box for some time, but none of us admitted to having any knowledge of its contents. Finally, as we all expected, Richard's curiosity won the battle, and he slid the box open. Immediately, the three-inch black, and evil-looking cockroach that had been trapped inside ran out and up Richard's arm bringing a loud scream and wild, terrified gyrations. Having been dislodged from his arm, the cockroach sought refuge in one of the many compartments of the desk. Richard spent most the day searching for it since he was afraid to sit down to work for fear that it would reappear and attack.

I have so many wonderful memories of Keith at the bridge and chess tables, on vacations, at concerts, plays, in his homes in Chicago and Phoenix, I could easily write a monograph from them. He was a great teacher, an excellent scientist of unquestioned integrity, and a wonderful friend, father, and husband. It was my great, good fortune to have had him as my friend for almost six decades, I shall miss him and his wonderful good humor.

Lionel M. Raff
Stillwater, Oklahoma 74074
June 29, 2015
Dr. Jameson was my chemistry professor my freshmen year in the fall of 1993. At the end of the course he asked me what I was planning to do with my life. I told him I was thinking about medical school. He winked and said: "You know after you have written a few hundred prescriptions for cough syrup it can get really boring. Why not graduate school? In science every day is different." It stuck with me. I also thought that if I go into science I will be hanging out with the likes of doctor Jameson. I ended up becoming a scientist and getting a Ph.D. Both of Dr. Jamieson's prediction came true and if it was not for him I probably would not have become a scientist. I am also a teacher now and I can only strive to be as charismatic of a professor as he was.
Anna Tsimelzon (Levenshus)
June 29, 2015
I am very grateful to Keith for his patience and kindness in working with graduate students. I had many meaningful conversations with him in the lab while he was working on the sample preps for our experiments. Sometimes it was chemistry, NMR, working with the instruments, etc. Sometimes it was life - perseverance, encouragement. Sometimes it was the Cubs. I remember happy outings with Keith and Cynthia to Ravinia - peaceful evenings of classical music and nice picnics. The foundations I learned in the lab with Keith and Cynthia have stayed with me through my career. I have gotten to go many places and see lots of manufacturing because they helped me learn how to solve problems. Keith was a great teacher, mentor and coach. I know he will be missed.
Nancy Smith
June 29, 2015
I first heard about Keith as a graduate student at UIC from Frank Rotella, who came to UIC from Loyola where Keith taught. As I got to know Cynthia over the next few years, first as her student, then as her teaching assistant and colleague, it became clear that she and Keith were warm, generous, extraordinary people. What also became clear was that their partnership was extraordinary, built on a combination of emotional and intellectual strength that is all too rare. That partnership was incredibly fruitful. Together Cynthia and Keith accomplished much and touched many lives. Chronological age is often misleading: Keith had more living to do and left us too soon. With deepest sympathy....Andy P.
Andrew Pudzianowski
June 29, 2015
Receiving news of a loved ones' death while on the road is difficult. I received such news when I was a graduate student in Chicago when my father passed away. One has to search for those memories without photographs. Trying to stop while in motion seems next to impossible, but pause we simply must. Keith was like a second dad while I was in Illinois. We used to pause every weekend evening as Keith and I enjoy a glass of wine. The wine and Keith's laughter were always the best combination as we find ourselves amused with what we had accomplished during the week. Keith was always an immense source of support and encouragement. He was there during my first talk in a conference. He even allowed me to touch and work with his vacuum line. He thought I was born a teacher. What Keith probably did not realize was that I was his student first. Keith did not have me as pupil in a classroom but those conversations spiced by a small amount of alcohol were no doubt very engaging. Keith shared stories of his graduate school. Keith talked about his own teaching styles. And I tried to emulate a lot of what I learned from him.

I was really fortunate to have Cynthia as my mentor. She comes with a second mentor in Keith. Both became my second parents in Illinois. Mary and I made it together because of their constant aid. Keith and Cynthia opened their home to us and shared with us their beautiful grandchildren. For years, every weekend was special as Mary and I found a family we could spend with.

I was driving for a thousand miles when Keith passed away. Not knowing he had a heart attack, I actually remembered him while we were cruising I-95. Keith and I drove once nonstop from New Hampshire to Chicago. We did not stop to sleep. I could not wait to get home. And that was fine with Keith.

Keith brings the best out of his children, out of his pupils. He even intentionally makes them feel good by making sure there are more than 100 possible points in his exams. Keith can make things look better than they are. In doing so, Keith actually makes them beautiful.

Cynthia has been so unselfish to share with us a great grandfather, professor, father and husband. With each sip of wine, we simply must pause and remember those good old days. They were good because of Keith.
Angel de Dios
June 29, 2015
The world gave up a real blessing when Dr. Keith Jameson completed his time here. I had graduated from Loyola before he arrived there and always wished I could have had him as an instructor. He must have been an excellent teacher, as he was such a caring person and also had the ability to make anything sound interesting. I imagine he motivated many students to further their careers in chemistry.

I did have the good fortune to study with Dr. Cynthia Jameson, and she will always be one of my favorite instructors of all time. She was a real mother hen for us graduate students and when Keith and Cynthia were together we had the opportunity to see the kind of bond that true love can build.

I'm so sorry Keith is gone, but I am grateful to have known him even to the small extent I did. The world is a better place for him to have been here!
Loretta Jones
June 28, 2015
I have known Keith for over 50 years. He was a multi-faceted man.
He was a devoted husband to my sister Cynthia. Even over the phone one could tell how happy and proud he was sharing the news about her. I think that he was happiest when she was happy, whether it was over her flourishing garden or a recent trip with her sisters.
He was an indulgent father to his daughters and a doting grandpa to his 5 grandchildren. He relished the times when his family was around, sharing a bottle of wine with his daughters and watching the grandkids scamper around when they were little.
Keith was a wonderful in-law. He fully accepted and loved the family he married into. He was amused by our quirks, entertained by our boisterous company when we were all together. He was great with my mother when she came to the US for extended visits to her children. She was so appreciative of the fact that he always gave her a gift card to the local video store so she did not have to wait for anyone to take her there and she could spend as much time as she wanted choosing the right titles.
He was a great brother, spending time in Phoenix to be close to his sisters. Yes he was there to avoid the vicious Chicago winters but he chose this city over any other warm location.
He was a professor and mentor. He nurtured and helped make possible the dreams of graduate education for multiple former students from Ateneo where he taught for a couple of years while in the Philippines.
He was a cultured man who loved music (particularly classical music and opera) and literature. Their annual trip to the Shakespeare Festival in Stratford, Canada was always a given. What differed from year to year was how many plays they could cram into their days while there.
Keith was also a bird watcher. He had his favorite spots in the Evanston and Phoenix homes where he sat, read and watched the various birds that came to visit the bird houses.
He was a smart man who knew when to play it safe and when to take a risk. For a while he dabbled in the stock market but he always knew what he could risk.
He was mostly a quiet man but he was quite knowledgeable and could converse with you in depth about any topic. He had an innate sense of right and wrong and lived life accordingly.
Keith was an avid bridge player. He played around twice a week in both Evanston and Phoenix. He played with other seniors at the senior center and this led to his helping fix their broken watches. I would like to think that he is holding a slam hand somewhere up there and gleefully planning how he could bring it home.
Our families are devastated to lose him suddenly. But we are comforted by our memories of the times we shared with him
Deanna Ipsen
June 28, 2015
Dear Cynthia,

I am sad to hear about Dr. Keith's passing away. Dr. Keith played a major role in putting me on track to where I am now, both professionally and personally.

I thank Dr. Keith for taking me back as his research assistant in Ateneo after I turned the post down. I thought then that I would work first before I study again. I am glad I changed my mind and I am glad Dr. Keith took me back.

I thank Dr. Keith for packaging my compensation as research assistant so that some of my pay was set aside for my graduate studies in the US.

I thank Dr. Keith for his recommendations for my graduate study applications. I thank him and you for advising me to go to UT Austin for there I got my PhD and met and married William.

I thank you both for guiding me through my graduate studies, for opening other areas of study for me.

I thank Dr. Keith and you for the friendship though the years.

I am not a poet so allow me to borrow William Wordsworth's verses from his poem, Splendour in the Grass
"What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;"

Be well, Cynthia. God enfolds you in His loving arms.

William also sends his condolences.

Tina Damasco Padolina
June 28, 2015
I am used to seeing Keith and Cynthia always together. The first time I met Keith was in the fall of 1962. Cynthia & Keith were attending University of Illinois at Urbana and they drove to US Naval Base in Great Lakes, Illinois. I was in the US Navy at the time for advance studies in electronics. Cynthia introduced me to Keith as her classmate in Graduate School. Cynthia and I were classmates in chemistry classes at the University of the Philippines and have not seen each other since 1957 when I joined the Navy. Our meeting was brief and joyful. Over the years we lost contact with each other due to my military assignments. I was able to locate and contact Cynthia in the early 2000. Cynthia and Keith were then living in Evanston and were both teaching at University of Illinois and Loyola. Cynthia and Keith usually drove to the east coast to visit family and friends. I invited them to stop and stay at my home which is about half-way of their trip and get relax/rested during their trips. Cynthia would then cook Filipino dishes which I rarely get and miss.
Keith and I would talk about stocks, the market. We would discuss the real estate market and what are good investments. They would stay a day which was too short a stay.
I would be always looking for their email regarding a trip and a stop over. I will miss Keith's visits and Cynthia's cooking.
Keith, you are in my thoughts and prayers
William Anderson
June 28, 2015
We will miss Keith terribly but will always cherish the memories of times with him. Here are a few:
I first met Keith in early 1965 when they arrived in Manila for a 2 year stay. Before he had a chance to rest, we were off to see My Fair Lady as a family. No wonder he rested his eyes through some of it. Then there was a time we went to see a Clint Eastwood movie on somebody's recommendation. Keith was too polite to walk out of the movie so we stayed until the Spaghetti western was over.
He drove a small Renault while in Manila and I remember being crammed into that little car with Cynthia, Christie and around 4 Ateneo students on our way to Max's restaurant. We must have set some kind of record.
Keith has always been supportive. He and Cynthia helped me move from Chicago to Dayton for my first job after grad school. He took us to the nearest department store where he helped me order a bed and set up my store credit card, stock up on groceries etc. He must have been very uncomfortable sleeping on the floor in that empty apartment but he never said a word about it.
He also took in stride our impromptu 2-van road trip in the Philippines in 1994 (Peter and I arrived 3 days later than expected so flights to another island were canceled). He was game sleeping with 8 other people (snorers all!) in one big room at the tourism office when we could not find an adequate hotel room in Hundred Islands. That road trip had many housing and eating challenges but it was something that made us all closer together and gave us many cherished memories.
Last year in Phoenix, we had some avocadoes so we thought it would be great to make guacamole. Except we did not have the recipe for it but Keith found one online. Peter made margaritas (down to salt on the rim) while I made guacamole and Keith found some tortilla chips. We three were all happy campers as we watched episode after episode of Midsomer Murders while stuffing ourselves with our home-made Mexican treat.
During Peter and my trip to Phoenix this February, Keith came home one day from his bridge game at the senior center so elated that he won $7 ($1 went into the pot from each duplicate bridge player). He had made small slam and also had the highest score. What a day that was for him!
That is the way we would like to remember him, flushed with success and happy with his situation.
Deanna Ipsen
June 27, 2015
We are so sad that you are gone Keith but we will always remember the great memories we spent with you during our family reunions at your house in Evanston and Phoenix such as this picture at this beautiful garden that you took us in 1993. We also remember how caring you and Cynthia were driving to Ohio to be there for our son, Chris on his baptism and graduation. We will miss you.

Danny, Sally, Chris and Daniel
June 27, 2015
We are so sorry for your loss. We are visiting Sally and Danny this weekend and heard the sad news. I have fond memories of Keith when I was in Chicago with Sally and Danny, 36 years ago and not so long ago, Keith chasing after the grandchildren at the Washington DC mall.
You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

Mina & Stanley Gusukuma
June 26, 2015
I am saddened to hear about the death of Keith and would like to offer my condolences to Cynthia and their family.
I entered the Ateneo Chemistry program in 1971, a few years after their stay in the Philippines. But I heard stories about how they encouraged everyone to pursue further studies in Chemistry.
I was finally able to meet them during their return visit to Manila and my visit to Chicago in the 80's.
Keith was always generous with his knowledge and time. He was very fatherly to us. He liked studying and keeping up with the many things that interested him.
For those who are familiar with NMR, Keith and Cynthia seem to me like two spins that have interacted beautifully. Even without the other now, the information remains. For Keith, it has been a life of sharing and a life well lived. We will keep Keith and his family in our prayers!
Toby Dayrit
June 26, 2015
We will miss you Grandpa!
June 26, 2015
My sincerest sympathy to the Jameson family in the sudden loss of Keith. As one of his bridge partners for the last 7 years, he will truly be missed both here and in Arizona. Shirley Mitchem
June 26, 2015
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