- 61 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 23, 1952
- Place of birth:
Manhattan, New York, United States
- Date of passing: Feb 20, 2014
- Place of passing:
Oakland, California, United States
|We won't ever forget Amy|
Amy Einsohn passed away at age 61 in Oakland, California after long illness. Her loving friends, husband, family, and so many of her correspondents will never forget Amy. This site will help the remembering.
"Thank you Tia for reminding us that today was Amy's birthday. She was one of my favorite people in high school,and I was so happy to reconnect with her after all these years. I just wish I'd had the opportunity to see her again, too, but am happy that we at least had the chance to know her again via fb for a short time. It's odd to say you miss someone you haven't seen in close to 50 years, but I truly do."
"I'm thinking of Amy and her family today. I will always see her in my mind as she looked in our Hunter yearbook, a bright smiling 13 year old! Oh we keep that child of ours inside even when we are older, and sick. From mine to hers, with love from Tia."
"Was reading our collection of Costa Rican short stories that Amy copyedited and was reminded again of her deft hand and wonderful spirit. Miss her!"
"The loss of Amy was on all of our minds at the HCHS class of '69's 45th reunion. It was a blow to all of us who remember her as a young girl, full of life, promise, humor and talent. I am especially heartened by Angelina Deantonis' description of Amy's relationship to Jacobi. Long after we are all gone her special being will be embodied in him. Their love, her creative en-joyment with that small kindred spirit, must have sustained her in dark times, because just knowing about it helps me confront our loss. To Chris, Angelina, Jacobi and all those she held dear I send my hope that she rubbed off on them A LOT. I wish I had a remote too."
"Last month (May 2104) many of us (Amy's high-school classmates) gathered in New York for a joyful reunion. I know that Amy would have had a fabulous time! She is missed."
"I know Amy only through her book, The Copyeditor's Handbook, but I can feel her humor and grace through that book. I too am an editor. I love her book and am so sorry that I missed meeting her. Those with a passion for language leave a legacy, and Amy has surely done more than that with her book. Blessings on her family. I am very sorry for your loss."
"I was one of Amy's Hunter College High School friends and fans. We had a chance to work together on a labor of love 20 years after we graduated from HS. I've shared that story in the 'Stories' tab. She was terrific. I really admired her. Just thinking about her makes me smile."
"I have a few regrets that I did not get together with Amy during all the years that we were separated only by the San Francisco Bay. It was lovely to visit with her a couple of years ago - such a sweet home/garden and obviously so much love between her and Chris. She was a very entertaining hostess!
I have posted her photo from the Hunter College High School class of 1969 yearbook. The caption below reads " so i must be goin' now, i'm losin' time my friend, lookin' for a rainbow down this highway in the wind." I'm thinking that she found that rainbow."
"Amy was one of those rare individuals who cared passionately about language and literature and editing, and set the bar very high, yet could laugh about it and laugh at herself. Without realizing it, you'd be drawn into a passionate and hysterical debate about the use of serial commas . . . her wit and charm made every discussion worth having. I consider myself a richer person for having spent time with her."
"The 'Zig Zag Race' was one of Amy's favorite books that I made with her. It was very funny to make books with Amy, because she would say funny stuff about what I said and wrote. She would make bookmaking and other games even more fun. And with Amy it was very fun to play tickle Chris. Without her, it wouldn't be as fun. love, Jacobi"
"i am really missing Amy, her wit and humor. The moment she would see her grandson Jacobi, she would light up, and believe me, it was really something to see them together. She happily joined in his very inventive and intricate games, and I fondly remember the zoos they would create out of myriad blocks, and all of the strange situations they explored when the creatures came alive through both of their invention. Amy was so present for Jacobi, and so very curious about who he was. She never forgot her "remote" (a wooden block he drew on, always in her shirt pocket) for the multitude of Jacobi characters that would emerge as their humor mingled and traveled the jungles of the Amy-Chris-Jacobi world. It was a marvelous seven years of Jacobi's life, and Amy's influence and love for Jacobi will always be a part of his young sophisticated humor that surely was formed through her intelligent and provocative remarks and their mutual love and friendship."
"Amy Einsohn was 61 when she passed away, in Oakland, California. She was my close partner and loving spouse. She was also a brilliant writer and teacher, with depth and wit. Her book, The Copyeditor’s Handbook, is a marvel, capping her many years as copyeditor and teacher in the field.
She kept dear friendships from Manhattan childhood, Hunter High School (1969), Ann Arbor and Berkeley, from her time as a young woman making her way. The friends and colleagues, musicians and writers too, the walkers and talkers remember her voice.
As the word of Amy’s passing went out I began receiving wonderful messages from some of her old friends. Some of them plainly knew a lot of what Amy was about and, profoundly, of what she was.
You who are reading this -- please feel free to let memory speak.
Here anyway are some of my rough notes about Amy:
Authentic —She made her own living and her own place, tasting the bitter and the sweet that came. She learned things for herself, did her own research, and made a mark in her chosen field through work, letters and posts, her book. She persevered to become that trusted authority. And Amy gathered trust not just professionally but while breathing —she disdained the falsity and hype that blows about. She knew when she didn’t know and what she presented was the real thing.
Fun, though—Who will describe Amy’s sense of humor? We know about this, yet it’s hard to nail. I learned that to locate the classroom of her copyediting class, you just followed the raucous laughter. Yes, “literally” rolling in the aisles (if there had been aisles). What exactly was so funny? Just thinking on that will cheer me somewhat. But how was it that Amy had us laughing?
New Yorker —A subset of Amy’s authenticity, this topic calls for care: New York City bestows a touch on some of its wonderful children, even when they leave town for good, as Amy did. That indelible stamp turned up a bit more in Amy’s recent years. And it’s not just about bagels or pronunciation of the word “apartment.” I know because I’m not from there. When we last visited New York, in 2003, we studied for fun and used the WPA guide to New York City that was one of Amy’s special sources. As another, Amy learned about baseball from her father, Ralph, who favored the New York Giants, which Amy followed even unto San Francisco last season. Amy’s New Yorkish traits, however, showed up more strongly in assumptions about civilization and life, in the mixed flavors of hope and realism that filled out her style.
Grandma —Yep. Amy took great joy in the grandmother role with her nearby grandson. She had not anticipated this awesome status conferred by a small child, and the experience was lovely to observe.
How smart she was —About so many things little and big, while wishing for better, going for the good. And too, a Math department didn't want women in 1970, nor did Science open its door. Amy kept faith with those she loved, with the women who inspired, and she kept on keeping on, loyal to the best of our times.. There's a lot more to say, and there's a glow.
Thanks so much for your remembrance.
I loved Amy, she loved me,
we partnered up our two half-lives,
and made them one, a hand in glove,
whistling past eternity
against the odds, against the day –
Even with time run on its way,
the world smashed up in halves,
one single lingering smile would see
and push the lasting far goodbye away"
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