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Missing My Life-long Friends

July 11, 2015

Bill Ku and I were schoolmates at Cornell in 1948-9. He was a graduate student in Architecture while I was an undergraduate in the junior year. We became instant friends after we met. I got a new driver license shortly after I threw away my learner's permit; and Bill had driven in Shanghai for years but had no driver license yet in the US. We decided to travel together to Detroit where used cars were supposed to be great. Without much experience in buying autos in the US, Bill purchased a coupe and we drove together from Detroit to New York. The coupe turned out to be a lemon. With broken piston rings, it burned almost as much oil as gasoline during our long journey. I guess that's the kind of things young people would do in any country.

Sometime after the coupe was fixed, we drove together to see Angela (Chow), a family friend of mine, to spend the Spring Weekend together at Keuka College, not far from Cornell. After a 4-month wirlwind romance, Bill and Amgela got married and I turned out to be the match maker. I was glad that they had a long and happy marriage. The picture I entered was their photo in 1949 at Michigan, where they were destined to settle later. We visited each other frequenty while we were together at MIT in Boston and later in Michigan where I became a professor in Ann Arbor while Bill had a long successful career at Yamasaki. Now you can understand why my wife Lillian and I miss them so much as life-long friends.

Sunday was Dad's day

June 21, 2015

My Dad was a very busy man. When he could on Sundays, he would take my sister and I out to spend some time together. We would go to the car wash then breakfast. I think of those times with great fondness--my strong Dad with his two little girls.



The poem I read at Dad's service

June 21, 2015

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name  Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect. Without a trace of shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you. For an interval. Somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will be together.

Henry Scott Holland

I love you Dad.



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