Stacy Catherine Hinck of Lewisburg, died unexpectedly on Jan. 14, 2018, from complications of surgery that was expected to be routine. She was 66 at the time of her passing.
Stacy leaves behind her husband, Glenn Jacobson, ending a union of nearly 42 years, and her two enormously beloved sons, Samuel Jacobson and Sally Blatz of Washington, D.C., and Kyle Jacobson of Seattle, Wash. The oldest of four, Stacy is also survived by her brother Jon and his wife Juliet Browne of Portland, Maine, Meredith and her husband John Link, and Lindsay Hinck and her husband Jay Rorty, of Santa Cruz. She will also be missed by her nieces, Darcy Hinck, Remy Link, Ruby Rorty, and her nephew, Flynn Rorty, as well as her brother-in-law, Scott Jacobson of Portland.
Stacy was born in Brooklyn on Oct. 28, 1951, to Bill and Harriet Hinck, both since deceased.
Stacy enrolled at Mount Holyoke College, but soon discovered it was not her milieu. She transferred to Colgate University, where she majored in English literature and pursued her love for language.
It was at Colgate that Stacy and Glenn shared some classes, but they did not really get to know each other there. It was only after both had graduated and were living in Philadelphia that Glenn recognized her. They talked of getting together sometime, unknowingly sparking a romance that never faded.
It is an often told and now famous story that Stacy made the first move by asking Glenn to go to a movie. He kept her waiting on the phone for what seemed an eternity; unbeknownst to her, he was consulting with the girlfriend, about the appropriateness. Glenn insists that he had no romantic interest when he accepted, but they had "too good a time," and he realized that he needed to make a major change. He told Stacy only that he had some things to work out, and kept her hanging for weeks before he finally reached out again, and they were inseparable - virtually - ever since.
The couple moved to Lewisburg in 1981 when Glenn accepted a temporary teaching job at Bucknell University, and they never managed to leave. When his position expired, Stacy supported them for a time by working as an advertising copywriter. She had an amazing array of work experiences, including working as a substance abuse counselor at Green Ridge Counseling Center and later on a contracted basis at SCI Coal Township. She was active in local politics and civic activities from the beginning, including serving as president of the League of Women Voters of Lewisburg and of Lewisburg Borough Council, on which she served three terms. Subsequently, she also worked as the Township Manager and Zoning Officer for Monroe Township, and for a time, was a copy editor for The Daily Item.
Her stint on Council was memorable for a variety of reasons and accomplishments. She first ran and lost - by only two votes. A recount proved she lost only by one. While on council, she was integral in writing the Comprehensive Plan for the Borough, and she spearheaded the effort to combine various, competing groups offering overlapping services, into LARA, the precursor of what is now Buffalo Valley Recreational Association. She also fostered inter-municipality cooperation and helped negotiate the merging of police forces with East Buffalo Township, although she remained a vocal advocate for what she argued was a fairer funding formula that more resembled how citizens support a united school district. She also oversaw a comprehensive review of zoning ordinances, to which she put her formidable editing skills, often to the consternation of those who worked with her on the project. During her time on Council, Stacy had a clear vision for the Borough, anticipating future concerns and seeking long-term answers rather than quick fixes.
After her time on Council, she remained active in the community, serving for years on the Planning Commission, including time as Chair. She also campaigned for various candidates in local, state, and national elections, actively canvassing door-to-door. She loved engaging others in conversations about the issues. Additionally, Stacy was a mediator for the Susquehanna Valley Mediation Center, and was one of the first to be trained. She was, for a time, a member of the Garden Club, and she loved tending her plot at the Community Garden every summer. She was also forever drawn to words, was a fearsome, but always correct, editor, and published two articles in the Bucknell World.
Stacy's greatest satisfaction by far, however, came from raising her sons Sam and Kyle. She stayed at home or worked part time to be active in their young lives. She constantly sought to expose them to new experiences and interests, and they were often on the go. She took great pride in the fact that, as adults, both are nearly singular among their friends in seeking out art museums and culture when they are around them, that both subscribe, as she has, to The New Yorker, and that both are avid listeners to NPR. She also instilled in them a love of the outdoors and a sense of responsibility to others. She reveled in their many accomplishments. In spite of her unceasing efforts, it was characteristic of her to worry that she had somehow not done enough.
Stacy loved playing tennis with Glenn. She liked to travel. She cherished annual visits to Maine, and became an adopted native of Portland, Glenn's hometown, but she perhaps never loved any physical place more than Kezar Lake in Lovell, ME, where the family spent many beloved vacations. She loved the countryside, the views, the serenity, hiking in the White Mountains, and swimming in the water that she described as having a unique quality. Kezar was perhaps the place where she felt most truly at peace. For many years, she swam laps every summer as a member of the Glen Pool Club. She loved music, and we remember nights when she would crank up the music and dance in the kitchen to the same song over and over.
Stacy's was a restless soul. She was driven to find her place in the world, which she felt eluded her. Despite self-doubts, however, Stacy was opinionated, and loved a debate. She was a true iconoclast, always ready to question the status quo, and marching to the beat of her own drummer. As her mother often said: "Who made these rules?" One of her most remarkable qualities was an ability to find striking things amidst the mundane: she would pick up a leaf that had curled a lovely way, and was a perfectionist about her Christmas decorations. She was also a truly genuine and sincere person, who often commented that people do not give compliments enough. One always knew what Stacy was thinking and feeling; she was incapable of hiding either. When she was happy, she lit up a room.
She was beautiful and will be deeply, deeply missed.
No funeral or formal service is planned. If moved, please make a donation in her name to the charity of your choice.
Published on January 20, 2018