Judith Jobin, who managed to include art among her careers as a writer and a lawyer, died of pancreatic cancer at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.
Judy and her husband divided their time between New York and East Hampton. She earned an undergraduate degree at Skidmore College in 1966 and began a career in journalism with TV Guide magazine. Her writing continued at The New York Times, Parents magazine, and several Condé Nast publications.
In 1992 she graduated magna cum laude from Fordham University School of Law and began a second career as a lawyer, with a specialty in intellectual property and media-related matters. She worked at Rogers and Wells and later at Patterson, Belknap.
Highlights of her writing career include a correspondence with E.B. White shortly before he died and an essay published in The Times called "A Nest of One's Own." After exploring a four-and-a-half-room New York City apartment that she and her husband had just moved into after living in a studio, she concluded: "What next? Any day, I expect we'll wake up as William Powell and Myrna Loy and at last we'll be equal to the living room. He'll wear a smoking jacket and I'll dangle satin mules from my toes, which will be clean. We'll drink martinis made to strict formula. The bon mots will fly; the laughter will tinkle; the cats will perform clever tricks. After that we'll move to a bigger place. That's how you do it in New York."
As a lawyer she once joined with Russell Smith, an attorney from Montauk, in representing a woman who designed makeup for the musical "Cats." They won the woman recognition for her contribution in the musical's credits as well as additional compensation. She reflected at the victory dinner that they had "managed to get them to cough up a nice green hairball," according to Mr. Leary.
In East Hampton, with the attorney Jeffrey Bragman, she fought to defend North Main Street's historic character when a Modernist-style building was proposed. Her husband said she was in front of the I.G.A. in East Hampton for weeks collecting signatures to oppose the building. The effort was ultimately unsuccessful.
Judy was a biking enthusiast and in September took one of her last rides to Amagansett, a five-mile trip from her house in East Hampton Village. On that trip she made two sketches, part of a lifelong hobby of making art that was honed with drawing classes in Sag Harbor and Southampton. She also studied with Wolf Kahn in New York.
In addition to her husband, she is survived by a brother and sister, many friends, and those of us who loved her at Skidmore; she was quite a character and already dearly missed.
Judy and her husband divided their time between New York and East Hampton. She earned an undergraduate degree at Skidmore College in 1966 and began a career in journalism with TV Guide magazine. Her writing continued at The New York Times, Parents magazine, and several Condé Nast publications.
In 1992 she graduated magna cum laude from Fordham University School of Law and began a second career as a lawyer, with a specialty in intellectual property and media-related matters. She worked at Rogers and Wells and later at Patterson, Belknap.
Highlights of her writing career include a correspondence with E.B. White shortly before he died and an essay published in The Times called "A Nest of One's Own." After exploring a four-and-a-half-room New York City apartment that she and her husband had just moved into after living in a studio, she concluded: "What next? Any day, I expect we'll wake up as William Powell and Myrna Loy and at last we'll be equal to the living room. He'll wear a smoking jacket and I'll dangle satin mules from my toes, which will be clean. We'll drink martinis made to strict formula. The bon mots will fly; the laughter will tinkle; the cats will perform clever tricks. After that we'll move to a bigger place. That's how you do it in New York."
As a lawyer she once joined with Russell Smith, an attorney from Montauk, in representing a woman who designed makeup for the musical "Cats." They won the woman recognition for her contribution in the musical's credits as well as additional compensation. She reflected at the victory dinner that they had "managed to get them to cough up a nice green hairball," according to Mr. Leary.
In East Hampton, with the attorney Jeffrey Bragman, she fought to defend North Main Street's historic character when a Modernist-style building was proposed. Her husband said she was in front of the I.G.A. in East Hampton for weeks collecting signatures to oppose the building. The effort was ultimately unsuccessful.
Judy was a biking enthusiast and in September took one of her last rides to Amagansett, a five-mile trip from her house in East Hampton Village. On that trip she made two sketches, part of a lifelong hobby of making art that was honed with drawing classes in Sag Harbor and Southampton. She also studied with Wolf Kahn in New York.
In addition to her husband, she is survived by a brother and sister, many friends, and those of us who loved her at Skidmore; she was quite a character and already dearly missed.
Judith Jobin, who managed to include art among her careers as a writer and a lawyer, died of pancreatic cancer at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.
Judy and her husband divided their time between New York and East Hampton. She earned an undergraduate degree at Skidmore College in 1966 and began a career in journalism with TV Guide magazine. Her writing continued at The New York Times, Parents magazine, and several Condé Nast publications.
In 1992 she graduated magna cum laude from Fordham University School of Law and began a second career as a lawyer, with a specialty in intellectual property and media-related matters. She worked at Rogers and Wells and later at Patterson, Belknap.
Highlights of her writing career include a correspondence with E.B. White shortly before he died and an essay published in The Times called "A Nest of One's Own." After exploring a four-and-a-half-room New York City apartment that she and her husband had just moved into after living in a studio, she concluded: "What next? Any day, I expect we'll wake up as William Powell and Myrna Loy and at last we'll be equal to the living room. He'll wear a smoking jacket and I'll dangle satin mules from my toes, which will be clean. We'll drink martinis made to strict formula. The bon mots will fly; the laughter will tinkle; the cats will perform clever tricks. After that we'll move to a bigger place. That's how you do it in New York."
As a lawyer she once joined with Russell Smith, an attorney from Montauk, in representing a woman who designed makeup for the musical "Cats." They won the woman recognition for her contribution in the musical's credits as well as additional compensation. She reflected at the victory dinner that they had "managed to get them to cough up a nice green hairball," according to Mr. Leary.
In East Hampton, with the attorney Jeffrey Bragman, she fought to defend North Main Street's historic character when a Modernist-style building was proposed. Her husband said she was in front of the I.G.A. in East Hampton for weeks collecting signatures to oppose the building. The effort was ultimately unsuccessful.
Judy was a biking enthusiast and in September took one of her last rides to Amagansett, a five-mile trip from her house in East Hampton Village. On that trip she made two sketches, part of a lifelong hobby of making art that was honed with drawing classes in Sag Harbor and Southampton. She also studied with Wolf Kahn in New York.
In addition to her husband, she is survived by a brother and sister, many friends, and those of us who loved her at Skidmore; she was quite a character and already dearly missed.
Judy and her husband divided their time between New York and East Hampton. She earned an undergraduate degree at Skidmore College in 1966 and began a career in journalism with TV Guide magazine. Her writing continued at The New York Times, Parents magazine, and several Condé Nast publications.
In 1992 she graduated magna cum laude from Fordham University School of Law and began a second career as a lawyer, with a specialty in intellectual property and media-related matters. She worked at Rogers and Wells and later at Patterson, Belknap.
Highlights of her writing career include a correspondence with E.B. White shortly before he died and an essay published in The Times called "A Nest of One's Own." After exploring a four-and-a-half-room New York City apartment that she and her husband had just moved into after living in a studio, she concluded: "What next? Any day, I expect we'll wake up as William Powell and Myrna Loy and at last we'll be equal to the living room. He'll wear a smoking jacket and I'll dangle satin mules from my toes, which will be clean. We'll drink martinis made to strict formula. The bon mots will fly; the laughter will tinkle; the cats will perform clever tricks. After that we'll move to a bigger place. That's how you do it in New York."
As a lawyer she once joined with Russell Smith, an attorney from Montauk, in representing a woman who designed makeup for the musical "Cats." They won the woman recognition for her contribution in the musical's credits as well as additional compensation. She reflected at the victory dinner that they had "managed to get them to cough up a nice green hairball," according to Mr. Leary.
In East Hampton, with the attorney Jeffrey Bragman, she fought to defend North Main Street's historic character when a Modernist-style building was proposed. Her husband said she was in front of the I.G.A. in East Hampton for weeks collecting signatures to oppose the building. The effort was ultimately unsuccessful.
Judy was a biking enthusiast and in September took one of her last rides to Amagansett, a five-mile trip from her house in East Hampton Village. On that trip she made two sketches, part of a lifelong hobby of making art that was honed with drawing classes in Sag Harbor and Southampton. She also studied with Wolf Kahn in New York.
In addition to her husband, she is survived by a brother and sister, many friends, and those of us who loved her at Skidmore; she was quite a character and already dearly missed.
