Joan Cobitz
Joan Cobitz, a first-rate storyteller who never took a short-
cut in her narratives, gifted baker, in-house psychoanalyst,
resident coffeehouse pundit and true connoisseur of pithy
one-liners, died Monday morning, April 11, 2005, not five
weeks after holding forth in the hospital as if it were a salon,
surrounded by friends bearing bags of take-out Thai food,
vessels of homemade chicken soup and bowls of steaming
rice with freshly picked broccoli. She was being treated for
cancer. People gravitated toward Cobitz - for advice (sought
or not); for her strangely perverse good humor, for a
contrary and unpredictable point of view. She was
thoughtful. While dunking a biscotti in coffee, sitting with
her dog Sage (or Mango or Chutney) and looking for just
the right word, she’d tilt her head back, fix her eyes skyward
and preface her observations with, “I want to say...” Which
she would follow up with, “You remember the joke...” For
people with whom she had no sympathy, Cobitz , 72,
delivered two words: “Poor beast.” The bread she produced
every Wednesday and Friday afternoon at Brighter Day
Natural Foods was legendary. Knowing there were limited
loaves, devotees would start meandering into the store early
in the day, hoping to catch it just right. Everyone had a
favorite. Italian cornbread. Raisin-walnut. Seven-grain flax.
Sourdough French. The occasional cinnamon roll. If a child
appeared curious - or restless in the store - Cobitz, who also
baked for the DeSoto Hilton, would hand over a hunk of
dough to knead. She was generous with her recipes, too,
anxious to pass along what she knew. “She was pleased to
replace herself,” said her sister, Gail Pickus. During her
hospital stay, she reminded the folks at Brighter Day to post
the sign, “Joan will not be baking bread today.” “She
essentially raised me,” said Gail, 16 months younger. “If
someone was playing on the radio that she’d told me about,
she’d turn to me and say sharply, ’What is that!?’ We’d go
toe-to-toe occasionally, but then she’d spit back, ’Listen,
missy, don’t mimic me.’” On Tuesday, instead of her cache
of wax-paper wrapped loaves huddling on her baking tray,
there was a bouquet of forsythia and spirea. Her signature
desserts included a strawberry Charlotte, lemon bombe,
orange Marsala cake, flourless chocolate cake, stollen and
fruit cake and a linzer tort, which she’d occasionally FedEx
to her son, Tony, in a specially rigged cardboard box,
especially when he was trying to impress a new girlfriend.
For her Thursday night supper club, Cobitz would bring
clam spaghetti, bouillabaisse, white bean and kale soup,
baked and stuffed mackerel, lamb stew and seasonal
chutneys and preserves. She was a fearless cook, not unlike
her grandmother, Ethel Hamilton, who emigrated from the
Black Sea in Odessa, Russia, settling first in Gary, Ind. -
where with no money she opened a deli - then Chicago,
where Cobitz was raised. Like her father, Boris, an
advertising artist who would paint dishes like coq au vin on
the linoleum floors of their rented apartment, Cobitz had an
active mind and a gift for art. She studied with Mauricio
Lasansky at the University of Iowa, where she earned a
masters degree in printmaking, and was one of the early
instructors at the fledgling Savannah College of Art and
Design. Several years ago, she curated a major show at the
Telfair Museum on the work of the celebrated and late artist,
Larry Connatser, Cobitz’ companion for 35 years. She was
uncompromising in her baking and her opinions and if she
wasn’t the first to say, “Yadda, yadda, yadda,” she might as
well have been. She rarely gave an offhanded compliment.
“She could be blunt and still not hurt someone’s feeling,”
said Janie Brodhead, co-owner of Brighter Day, where
Cobitz has worked for decades. “I learned from Joan that
everyone doesn’t have to be so nice all the time. She taught
us a lot.” Joan’s survivors include her son, Tony, sister, Gail
Pickus, three nephews and scores of friends. Graveside
services will be held today April 13, 2005 at 4 p.m., at
Bonventure Cemetery with Rabbi Arnold M. Belzer
officiating. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to
Hospice Savannah, Inc., 1352 Eisenhower Dr., Savannah,
GA. 31406 or the Humane Society. Hubert C. Baker
Funeral Home 7415 Hodgson Memorial Dr Savannah, GA.
31401 (912) 927-1999 Savannah Morning News, April 13,
2005
written by Jane Fishman
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