It was one of those summer nights in upstate New York. It was a Thursday in August of 1952 and the department stores stayed open until 9 p.m. The entire commercial area was bustling and a great time for boy meets girl. I was standing on a corner watching all the girls go by, and there she was ...
Bob moved to interior Alaska 100 miles from Fairbanks where he built his log cabin and setup a trapline on Bear Paw River at the mouth of the Kantishna River. In 1978, Bob received the Fabian Carey Trapper of the Year Award from the Interior Alaska Trappers Association.
"... an indispensable member of the demi-monde, dancing the night away at Studio 54 in its heyday. She was a friend to many of the most notable figures of the last half century and every velvet rope in Rhode Island or New York parted for her on sight."
The sport he loved competing in and promoting most was canoe poling, as a member of the American Canoe Association. In this sport, he stood in his canoe and pushed it with a 12 foot aluminum pole up and downstream in Class II whitewater, competing with men 20 years or more his junior. He designed several racing canoes used in the sport. He won many trophies and received recognition by local and national canoe associations for his devotion to the sport and for promoting and teaching the skills. On Nov. 6, 2010, he was presented the American Canoe Association's highest award, the President's Award, for his contribution to the sport of canoe poling.
"I died this week. I wish it had been from too much sex, tennis, fishing, or something fun. But when it's time, it's time; I have no regrets, and have had a great life. I hope God puts me on a level where I will be with people I know."
An amusing autobituary, but as I read along, I wondered, did it go on a little too long? What do you think?
"An obit is, to be sure, a courtesy to the bereaved. In reading a published account of the heroics and losses, the trials or triumphs, and especially the redemptive experiences of a loved one, family and friends are reinforced in their knowledge that the loss was a punctuation mark on a life lived in earnest."
Jack Sullivan was a lover of family, friends, and Budwiser. He could be counted on to help a friend or even a stranger in need; it didn't matter if it was a ride to the airport or a doctor's office, digging a trench for a utility hook up, or even moving a boat under the cover of darkness.
In her usual generous style, she presented a pan of her famous lasagna to her Heavenly Father. Requesting the assistance of His Beloved Son, God the Father directed that the earthly gift of lasagna be blessed and distributed to the multitudes. Saint Peter, working on his third helping and thanking God for Jesus' "miracle," was overheard saying, "finally, we got someone who can cook!"
He was a thinker and tinkerer. He could rebuild an engine or design and build a shed. He liked fixing or repurposing things and solving problems, as well as tutoring math when asked. Charlie was a good Samaritan, a fair man and gentleman, and he could make you laugh out loud with his one-liners that he seemed able to pull out of the air.
Bob came from a bloodline with an unusually strong constitution that unless shortened by cancer or hard liquor could easily live until their 90's without problem. Sadly had it not been for the Asbestosis he was exposed to while working his trade there is no doubt he could have racked up another dozen years of "good" life.
"Betty was a natural cook who loved nothing more than gathering her family for a meal. She was a quick study with a love of witty banter. She also loved to dance and often performed a soft-shoe tap routine in her kitchen. Short of stature, she vowed to come back as a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall and invites all to look for her there. Whenever a gathering of friends came to visit, you could count on her to get everyone singing. She worked on crossword puzzles until the day she died.
"Her Maine accent was a family treasure. When the Red Sox made it to the World Series in 2004, she said that if they won against those damn Yankees, she’d be ready to go. She was, in the end, a pip."
James MacArthur passed away early today at his Palm Desert, California home. He was 72 years old.
The son of stage and screen legend and “First Lady of the Theatre” Helen Hayes and writer Charles MacArthur (Front Page), James MacArthur had a long career from his days as a child actor (he starred in the Disney movie Swiss Family Robinson).
On top of his business savvy and giving nature, he was a man who made people laugh til their sides hurt. He is often remembered singing loudly, encouraging everyone to join in his revelry. Ernie did not simply walk across this world, he left large footprints.
He was the quintessential "diamond in the rough", a man of untold mystical wisdom, a walking encyclopedia of botany and natural spaces, a profound and talented artist who created many oil paintings and pen and ink drawings (the majority of which he gave away), a philosopher king who dabbled in religions and theologies, both east and west, and a political spokesperson who, despite his gnome-like size and demeanor, was never shy about sharing his point of view, particularly when it came to cruelty to animals, the abuse of our natural resources, the over-stimulation of technology, or even, as he did, attempting to save seven landmark trees in the parking lot of the Traver Village Mall (he saved just one … see the one tree left standing!)
He was a gentle man with playful, boyish delight and a knack for shooting elastics, making paper airplanes, and flipping coins with his friends. He repaired everyone's broken eyewear and replaced batteries or wristbands for broken watches. He remembered his friends with theme gifts such as key chains, pens, state quarters, and tiny flashlights. Warren knew considerable rock 'n roll history and lore. His favorite group was The Doors.
"He emulated goodness in everything he did. He had an angelic aura all around him. He was the most peaceful man I ever met," said Mann, director of volunteer services for the New London Community Meal Center Inc.
Jarrett, who was known as "Father Emmett" to most of those who knew him, had a background in English, wrote poetry, served in the Army from 1959 to 1962 and became an ordained Episcopal priest after "meeting Jesus on the Taconic State Parkway."
)I actually worked with the man at Conn College, where he was a member of the clergy.)
But he remained beloved in Britain, where he gave many command performances for the royal family. His most talked-about came in 2000, when he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II. As widely reported in the British news media, Mr. Wisdom, leaving the ceremony, could not resist stumbling.
The queen, the British press reported, was Most Amused.
"Connie" to the thousands who knew her - was born to Gilbert Henry Morman and Norma Elizabeth Beutler in the 107-degree heat of July 15, 1934: an occasion of which her mother would remind her annually on her birthday. It was high noon when she came into the world, and the entire town of Ottawa, Ohio, knew of her arrival, because they could smell the ether wafting down the street as they walked home from St. Peter & Paul Church a half-mile away.
Okay, not sure I understand about the smell of ether at a birth ... but here's a new idea: two photos, one when young and one when ... ripe.
He once told of a hiking trip that included a pack of porcupines stalking him until he shared his food with them. When he tried to touch a young porcupine, it was clear that he had overstepped his boundaries with the pack.
Michael served his country proudly in the U.S. Marine Corps during the Vietnam War. He was a member of the Mystic Rod and Gun Club and the Teamsters. He was an avid cake baker and enjoyed sharing his cakes with family and friends.
WINTHROP ADAMS CLARK sailed away September 12, 2010, in Dallas, Texas.
Another great euphemism for dying. There are so many ways to go. But what I liked particularly about this obit, and which was pointed out to me by its contributor, is the part about Win's service in the U.S. Navy during which he sailed to Guam and ...
A few times Leon brought moose meat to his family in California, and it was a new and interesting experience for everyone brave enough to try it. He also enjoyed cooking and was known to pressure-cook whole turkeys at Thanksgiving. In later years, he used the microwave.
Among the sins that set Mr. Newman’s teeth articulately on edge were these: all jargon; idiosyncratic spellings like “Amtrak” and a great many others; the non-adverbial use of “hopefully” (he was said to have had a sign in his office reading, “Abandon ‘Hopefully’ All Ye Who Enter Here”); “y’know” as a conversational stopgap; a passel of prefixes and suffixes (“de-,” “non-,” “un-,” “-ize,” “-wise” and “-ee”); and using a preposition to end a sentence with.
My love affair with life finally came to an end on August 27, 2010. ... I had the pleasure of being single throughout the 1980’s, during which I had many adventures -- most too bizarre to recount here.
During his marriage to Maxine, they lived life intensely, traveled throughout the world, and he perfected downhill skiing. Michael was an avid ping pong player, and a persistent jogger. He loved the roar of loud motorcycles, the faster the better! Michael also cut quite an elegant figure on a dance floor.
She peacefully and without regrets began her next great adventure while in the loving embrace of her children and grandchildren, maintaining her sense of humor and penchant for the unexpected to her last breath.
Often accompanied by her dear friend and traveling buddy, Jan Hoover, Mary also loved to travel, anywhere, anytime, and was famous for just hopping in the car and driving without a particular destination in mind.
HAGGERTY, Constance Eloine December 5, 1934 - July 14, 2010 On the 5th of December in the year '34 Sprouted a girl all would grow to adore Sown by Eloine and Peter, that is a fact The second seedling in the pony pack Rooted in New York, then transplanted West in '52 Santa Barbara became home for the Sozzi crew Lambert Road was the location of her new digs Assisting her father cutting back twigs Spring came to Connie in '55 She married Hugh James and they did thrive A fourth child was coming when tragedy struck It was a dark time, she was down on her luck A second bloom came in the form of Cowboy John He rescued that garden, brought forth a new dawn With twinkling blue eyes and his Irish charm He nurtured the garden and kept it from harm Great were her cuttings, she did think Eight in all - 5 blue, 3 pink Botanical names: Patrick, Jeffrey, Shawna, Hugh Erin, John, Ian and Brigid, too She poured her heart into this bouquet Letting each flower grow in its own way Embracing each stem's unique scent and color An all-weather, dirt-digging, damn good mother Camping with her bushel of kids was the best Be it Mono, Clear Lake or her own Hawk Nest! She delighted in her family, the fauna and flora Especially on her excursions to Bora Bora Harvest time came every week All types of treasures she did seek On Friday acorns were gathered to pay For all the bargains found on Garage Sale Day More accurate than Farmer's Almanac She kept the weather gods in check A rain gauge placed on the porch was a must As rainfall was tracked from dawn to dusk Like any gardener she was not fond Of finding a gopher mound on her lawn Traps scented with Chanel #5 she did set Did she get that darn gopher? You can bet! Her final transplant to Heaven was one of grace She is sure to make it a more beautiful place Heaven is awesome: There Constance Eloine will forever blossom
Carolyn seemed tireless. She was always the first person up and the last one to go to bed. Her frequent overnight guests would wake to find her ironing, watering her flowers, or happily doing some other household chore. Throughout the day, she was in constant motion and her frequent laughter filled the air. At night, when everyone else was ready to sleep, Carolyn was still going, putting away things and "just straightening up." She would stop just long enough to give a hug and say, "Sleep well, dear. See you in the morning!" It was one of her many gifts to make each person feel that he or she was the most special and loved person in the world.
Anton Rosenberg, a storied sometime artist and occasional musician who embodied the Greenwich Village hipster ideal of 1950's cool to such a laid-back degree and with such determined detachment that he never amounted to much of anything, died on Feb. 14 at a hospital near his home in Woodstock, N.Y.
H/T to Dan Kolber, BU CLA '75, and a fellow blogger at www.DowJonesMonitor.com.
William, Prince of Wales 1997-2010 William, Prince of Wales “Bill” died Friday afternoon at Starch Pet Hospital after a brief illness. There will be a special spot for him to mark in Dog Heaven where he joins his niece Ashley who died earlier in the week. Bill was born March 3, 1997 to Tuff’s Dolly Rose and Foxworth Zodiac’s Mocha Chip at the Denning Family Farms in Houghton, Iowa. He was adopted at the age of 5 months by Jake Norman and his parents. Billy lived for nearly 12 years on Polk Boulevard in Des Moines. He covered an estimated 7,000 miles in that neighborhood where he walked every day. He made friends with countless walkers and runners who greeted him by name. He moved to Windsor Heights last year and loved to lie in the yard and watch people and cars. Bill was beloved by all who knew him. He had a brief career as the Company All-Around Stress Reducer at Microware Systems, Inc. where he was nominated for Hero of the Month. He worked in a similar capacity at N’Site Solutions and did occasional stints as a therapy dog at the Des Moines Public Library where he was sometimes sneaked in after hours. He enjoyed retrieving his “man” and making it squeak, lying on his back and waving his front paws, and barking at dogs on television. Bill is survived by his human family, Sally, Jim, Jake, and Hannah, his dog niece Claire, special friend Saara Khounlo, and an extended group of family and friends who loved him dearly.
Though the punishment from a lifetime of hand work and kneeling on sail loft floors left Roy wracked with arthritis, his passion for cooking remained. Renowned for his clam chowder, clam fritters, and lobster bisque, he added canning to his repertoire, gifting all with fabulous pickles, jams, and jellies and his own version of "V-6" juice (six vegetables, not eight). Model making, sailboats of course, and painting, boats and oceans of course, filled his retirement days.
While playing for the Norwich Yellow Jackets one day, major league scouts who were there to watch Gene DeSautels, who later played for the Boston Red Sox, were overheard to say, "the colored fellow was better." Unfortunately, because of practices in existence at the time, "Burch" was never given an opportunity to play for the major leagues.
He was born Jan. 14, 1953. Nino was an accomplished musician and played frequently throughout the region, including most recently drumming on the Calvary Chapel worship teams. He widely travelled the country and died from the complications of life.
While there he developed a formula for calculating a future value for certain business situations that was published in several textbooks. However the most noteworthy accomplishment of his college career was his engagement to Sylvia Lack Aaronson.
Mr. Haney, a rumpled high school dropout from Canada who was at home in taverns, joined with a fellow journeyman journalist, Scott Abbott, to dream up a board game to test players’ grasp of wickedly inconsequential trivia.
Jason M. Harmony, 50, kicked the bucket surrounded by his family on Saturday, May 29, 2010 at the VNA Hospice House of St. Lukes, Lower Saucon Township. Born in Allentown to Martha A. (Tonay) Harmony of Allentown with whom he resided and the late Alvin Harmony. Jason was a Navy Veteran, avid fisherman, hunter, nature-lover, Harley-rider, NASCAR Fan, wood-worker, cabinet maker and smart-ass. He was a jack-of all-trades.
Plainfield - On May 15, 2010, at approximately 1:11 p.m., Kathy Lynn Kelsey Ezzel Minzy, of 300 Black Hill Rd., Plainfield, passed from this earth to other spiritual levels leaving her body surrounded by family and friends.
His hobbies, according to a thumbnail sketch he wrote some years ago, included golf, reading (mostly history), and "chasing after grandchildren." He chased his nine "little monsters" around tennis courts, golf courses, beaches, and museums; a trip to "Grampy and Nana's" by out-of-towners often included a visit to the Mystic Aquarium. He was an avid golfer until just a month before he passed away. In winter, he and his most hardy friends would play in ski caps, long johns, and neck warmers. They insisted that everyone hit their short putts, particularly when the temporary greens were icy.
Bernard Schoenbaum, who in hundreds of cartoons in The New Yorker needled the relatively affluent, the media-conscious, the irony-besotted and the socially competitive — in other words, the readers of The New Yorker — died on May 7 at his home in Whitestone, Queens. He was 89.
After a three-year separation, Nancy C. Spear has accepted the invitation to join her husband, Robert M. Spear, in Heaven on May 5th, 2010. A fifty-six year romance that started in April 1951 is now complete.
Celebration of life: 10:30 a.m. Saturday, May 8, at the home of David and Toni Lewis in Fort Worth. Forgo the bad organ music and somber routine. Let's raise a glass, deliver our best jokes, tell some stories, stir it up and laugh. She expects old fashioned home cookin' funeral food! If you try to sneak chain restaurant brown gravy or powdered potatoes into the party, we will hurt you. Also, please don't ask us when you can pick up your covered dishes. We're keeping them! Dates are encouraged as long as you are not too closely related. Two-drink minimum. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em.
She never hesitated to update her predecessor’s dictums. Emily wrote that a young widow should wear “deep crepe” for a year, then “lighter mourning” for six months, then “second mourning” for six more months. Elizabeth allowed as how a single season of grieving was plenty.
John led a very active life before suffering a stroke. Come rain or shine, he would go out for long walks and jogs often stopping by Dunkin Donuts to chat with friends. He loved taking trips to Atlantic City, N.J., hoping to "hit the big one." Although he never did, he always had a good time. He enjoyed spending time relaxing in the park by the Connecticut River reading the news, feeding the birds and squirrels, and generally enjoying nature.
Elspeth Thompson, the much-loved gardening and interiors writer for "The Sunday Telegraph" who has died aged 48, had a particular talent for bringing beauty to the places where she lived, no matter how unpromising those places first appeared.
She enjoyed travel, golf at the Army-Navy Country Club in Arlington, Va., and the Chartwell Country Club near her home in Severna Park, she was a proficient bridge player, and fully capable of completing the New York Times crossword puzzles in ink.
She had an active and happy social life during her youth from which she would recall stories of picture-show dates at the Rivoli or the Opera House Theater, parties at the Rutgers fraternity houses, sodas at the Roger Smith Hotel, and canoe rides on Farrington Lake.
She was an avid reader and if you ever noticed a tiny pencil mark on the first few pages of a library book from the Hudson Library, that meant she had read that one. Rita was a lover of nature and enjoyed feeding "her" duck, Dovey. To Rita, expiration dates on food packages were only a suggestion. She loved to shop, and would hit the clearance rack at JC Penney with a vengeance. There was never a piece of chocolate or dessert she didn't like and she truly believed there was always room for ice cream.
If you'd like, donations can be made in Olive's name to the Waterbury VNA, the Waterbury Hospital Radiology Department, the Leever Cancer Center or a charity of your choosing. Also, you could just buy a scratch ticket and ask Olive for luck!
Ms. Ruth H. Arbogast: Retired from Kaman Aircraft Edward J. Beers: Was school bus driver Thomas J. Flanagan Jr.: Was Waterbury Elk Ms. Verna Floyd: Loving mother, grandmother, great-grandmother Ms. Irene Marie Sommer Gamble: Worked in Woodbury schools Mrs. Ada Manfredonia: Leaves sister in Waterbury Mrs. Ruby S. Meier: Owned The Middlebury Store Thomas Parker: Died Monday Mrs. Eileen Sarajak: Was Girl Scout leader
The "Waterbury Republican" lists its daily obits with a brief description of the person
A snob and proud of it, Mrs. Kenward composed numbingly undramatic accounts of parties, with long lists of names preceded by unfailingly complimentary adjectives and with their relative importance encoded for her privileged readership by idiosyncratic punctuation.
Jim was a skilled wood crafter, an avid UConn women's basketball, Boston Red Sox, and New England Patriots fan. He also enjoyed bird watching and was known to many as "Grampy". Jim will be remembered for his patience, generosity, and kindness, along with his favorite quote, "Do you want a poke in the nose?", and singing with his grandchildren on the way to the Poppe Shop, the "Poppe Shop Song", a playful song he made up himself.
Times Argus, The (Montpelier-Barre, VT) January 16, 2010 Section: OBITUARIES Eleanor Jane Albigese WASHINGTON - Eleanor Jane "Casey" Albigese died on Jan. 13, 2010. She did not want an obituary. To honor her, you are invited to contribute to the causes that were important to her, since books and animals sustained her during life. Worcester Veterinary Care: The Mitzvah Fund, 10 Elmore Road, Worcester, VT 05682. Calef Library, Main Street, Washington, VT 05675.
Writer of notes and wearer of pearls, she kept a framed photo of Henry James in her kitchen and a rosary on her night stand. She taught Trollope well into her 80s, and while sensible in the extreme, also had the most contagious sense of occasion.
On January 5, 2010, the NY Times published Professor Ihor Sevcenko's obituary. Alex Labunka followed with a letter published by Brama News on January 15, which addresses a key omission in the obituary.
In the New York Times obituary (January 5, 2010) for the late Harvard professor Ihor Ševčenko, the pronunciation for his first name was given as [EE-gore]. I immediately dashed off an e-mail to the author, William Grimes, informing him that the correct pronunciation of his name was [EE-hore], the Ukrainian form, and not [EE-gore], the Russian form. He replied that he had learned of the pronunciation with "g" from members of the immediate family.
When I inquired about that, I learned that, indeed, his close family members all used the name Igor. The pronunciation carried with it no disrespect whatsoever for Ihor's Ukrainian heritage, but being more familiar to American ears, it became their private name for him. He himself used only Ihor, the name by which virtually all his colleagues, students, and friends from the academic world and the Ukrainian community knew him.
The family, not wishing to depreciate the otherwise wonderful obituary that Mr. Grimes had produced, decided after due consideration not to request a correction.
She raised two children by herself with love and support from her family in Lowville, N.Y. Walking two miles every day and snowshoeing in the winter were her favorite forms of exercise. She gardened, spent as much time as possible with her grandchildren and later her great grandchildren, read books, and generally delighted in living her life. Mae made most of her own clothes and loved to knit. She had a smile and a wave for everyone.
In the past three months, as she rode in her wheelchair down Rope Ferry Road and across Niantic Bay Bridge, she would wave to oncoming cars and want to know if they had returned her wave. After Hospice of Southeastern CT was asked to provide services to her, she went to karaoke and sang. Those who came to know her loved her for her energy and enthusiasm for life. She touched everyone.
Alas, I have not got the link to the full obit in The Day.
"Peter Bates Christian of Poquonnock Road, Groton, passed away Monday, April 14, 2008, at Lawrence & Memorial Hospital, age 48 years.
An intelligent, perceptive, artistic, and kind man, Peter none the less drank himself to death.
He is survived by his brother Matthew, friends Lydia Dolan, Ellis Tucker, J. Holmes, John Fridge, and assorted drinking buddies who should consider Peter's death a glimpse into their own possible futures."
I alerted a friend to this when it appeared in our local paper. She cut it out and posted it on her fridge, where I saw it at dinner last evening. This is the entire obit, no mention of funeral or burial plans.
Newspapering was ideal for Mr. Kaufman. He was an insatiable schmoozer, loved to travel and wrote fast against a deadline. In 40 years with The Times, he was a typewriter-banging rewrite man, a metropolitan reporter, the newspaper’s bureau chief in Africa, India, Canada and Poland, a deputy foreign editor, a correspondent in Albany and a columnist.
Dr. Gipstein's life spanned the entire twentieth century. He lived to see the advent of cars, airplanes, radio, TV, computers, two world wars, space travel, the internet and unimaginable advances in his own field of medicine. Through it all, he managed to keep an open mind and somehow keep pace with the rapidly changing world around him. He was someone cast adrift from an earlier time who always managed to find solid footing wherever he came ashore. And he never lost his appreciation for a pretty girl, a good boxing match, or a plate of clams casino.
Prince Giorgio established a palace, wrote a Constitution, and set up a cabinet and a parliament. He chose a coat of arms, minted money (with his picture), issued stamps (with his picture) and license plates, selected a national anthem and mobilized a standing army, consisting of Lt. Antonello Lacala. He adopted a motto: Sub umbra sede (Sit in the shade).
A man of many interests, his life and career took him to Aspen, Colo.; San Francisco; Paris, France; Stonington; Cambridge, Mass.; Clifton, Ariz.; and Austin, Tex., as well as his beloved camp in Glover, Vt. He worked as an architect, schoolteacher, art publisher, writer, labor journalist, public television producer and bush-hogger.
Always locally involved, he volunteered and served as an emergency medical technician, counselor for the mentally troubled, campaign manager, film-series promoter and town planning and zoning board member.
He was an outdoorsman, accomplished sailor and carpenter, enthusiastic chess and piano player, voracious reader, relentless rationalist, and devoted father and husband.
"Born into the Johnson & Johnson clan's billions, Casey Johnson was among the first celebutantes to decamp to Hollywood in search of 21C fame. She died alone in a crumbling Mulholland Drive manse, her body undiscovered for days."
"From small repairs to his life-long commitment to rebuilding his 1966 Ford Mustang, no project was too much for him to handle. Michael was a handyman extraordinaire.
"An amicable man, Michael's coworkers and neighbors quickly became friends and friends were soon family. He was an avid boater who loved being out on the water. Very simply, Michael loved, and he loved his family more than words could ever convey.
"Michael is survived by his dear friend, companion, and life partner, Maria Nappi and her two kids, Ian and Chelsea Althouse; his mother, Regina Bain of Lake George; his brother, Daniel and his wife, Melissa; his two nephews, Jason and Eric; his niece, Lisa of Westfield, Mass.; his aunt, Lorraine of Winslow, Maine; and his 1966 Ford Mustang."
"Woody was well-known locally for his generosity and his genial personality. He could start a conversation with anyone, including non-English speakers (yell louder), and felt at home anywhere, no matter what his attire. His position was that a farmer's "uniform" was appropriate anywhere. His real interest in and honest concern for people made him many friends, despite his total lack of tact. He had a short fuse."