Janson: Odds and Ends

This little screen cap is from the LA city directory in 1916. I saved it because Wendelin Janson (grandpa's brother) was listed as "Wm", but we know it was him--"Freight handler, residence: 852 Stephenson Ave."
Interesting too that there were 6 other Jansons in town then.

Janson, Elizabeth, dressmaker residence: 537 So Fremont Ave
Janson, Gustaf, harnessmaker with John Janson, residence: Long Beach
Janson, Gustav, vice president & manager of California Show Case Company; home: 863 Wall
Janson, Henry, ironworker, residence: 1626 Maltman Ave
Janson, Henry, laborer, home 1429 Elk Ave
Janson, John, harnessmaker, Exposition Park, residence Long Beach

Oh, look--a "Gustav Janson", also from Baden:

(I just like this quote, for what it's worth)

Ann Druyan, talking about her husband Carl Sagan:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”