- 80 years old
- Date of birth: Jul 9, 1933
- Place of birth:
Brooklyn, New York, United States
- Date of passing: Dec 20, 2013
- Place of passing:
|“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? ― Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa|
This memorial website was created in memory of our father, Donald Capone. He was born July 9, 1933 and passed away, in the country he loved so much, on December 20, 2013. We will hold him in our hearts always.
Hearing from those that knew dad and hearing their stories & remembrances has brought us much comfort and many smiles. We would welcome your stories, comments, and memories of our dad (& photos), they warm our hearts.
Thanks so much for your kind thoughts, prayers, and support and for the many ways you touched his life.
Teresa, Mike, Steve, and MaryAnn
"July 9, 2015 My dad's birthday. I dreamed about him last night, on his way to some exotic locale and I was missing him. Just posted two pictures I came across of dad with his granddaughters. Smiling and enjoying life. Many times over the past two years I have had that moment of, "Oh I can't wait to tell dad about this, or ask dad what he thinks about this..." Love you dad."
"....for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
"since feeling is first" e.e. cummings"
I give for us my pain to know the truth
and all my tears to make us one
for I know that once from death
a flood of tears washed off the mask
and there was love
"Farewell Don old friend –
Since 1968 when I first flew you around Tsavo parks doing early surveys of squatters & charcoal-burners within the parks, as your early geographical research work –
Our families were young, with daughters Teresa & Hazel, being passed over the the fence of our neighbouring houses to play – so many safaris over the years – many based at our Nairobi house when you came over from the US and went off in 'the green machine' – an ancient and breakdown prone Toyota...memorable Xmas with you at Samburu in the 'Hilton' tent & we flew up with the Xmas only partially cooked by Stan & you made a 3 stone cooking fire...
Here is Angela with Mom Maryann & Don in 1969 at Bushwackers camp near Kibwezi – when we were all young - you can't see it, but under Don's shirt he bears the imprint of Angela's sandal! - on the track into Bushwackers a tsetse fly came into the vehicle landed on his back – Angela had enthusiastically taken up Maryann's habit of zapping anything buglike that appeared, so ZAP with her sandal...
Over the years the African magic brought you more & more frequently to Kenya, where you led a charmed life & eventually retired to the Mombasa coast, from where you will make a last 'safari' to your favourite Tsavo lodge –
safari salama bwana – quaheri ya kuonana...
Happy memories go with you
love Keith , Angela & Hazel
"Just some random thoughts as I begin to put into words what my dad meant to me and all the gifts he gave us...
We always teased my dad that he should write a book about his time in Africa from the perspective of all the various car troubles, breakdowns, repair shops, and adventures related to his vehicle. It seems perhaps fitting that he should end his time on Earth while waiting for his car to be fixed. Many of our most exciting adventures transpired with some car trouble as a major character in the story...crossing the desert with a faulty radiator, driving through fire in the Chyulu Hills, narrowly escaping a charging elephant with a car that could stall at any moment...We love you daddy - thanks for all the adventures, the incredible gourmet meals, the taste for pickles and peanut butter sandwiches, our love of nature and Kenya, for your support of our education and professions, the letters and emails and phone calls even though you were far away, for your infectious laugh, and for your generous heart."
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