I remember Aubrey as a fiery fighter for workers rights and as a grateful patient who always had a good word and greeting for those who worked with him. I was fortunate to be able to serve as one of his doctors when he lived in Maryland. 

Sam Goldberg

I'm sharing this lovely remembrance, shared with me today by my junior high school U.S. history teacher, Cynthia Mostoller:

I remember your dad asking me--when I was in my second year of teaching--if I intended to teach pablum or the truth in American History. I could have kissed him for this question. By asking he was giving me his permission to go boldly. As I became more active in shaping history curricula from Deal and then for DC and for other agencies where I freelanced, I thought about your father. His engagement as a parent at Back to School night resonated far beyond that one simple question. I remain grateful. 

Aubrey wrote the first leaflet for this local strike which bloomed into the huge wildcat strike of 1976...

I had the privilige of serving as Aubrey's catdiologist durint the time he lived in the Washington, DC area. I had always considered myself as part of the radical/liberal movement through the 60s and 70s but only as a fellow traveller compared to Aubrey. I had heard about his politicking in West Va and held him in awe as a very special and devoted operson working for the best for others. 
It was special to know him. I thoroghly enjoyed the stories on this site written by others who knew him better that I did.
Sam Goldberg, M.D. 

The U. S. Ambassador  to  Nigeria, (I think his name was Palmer) invited our newly (1961) arrived Peace Corps volunteers to a reception at the embassy--Aubrey challenged him to guarantee us that there was no CIA involvement in the Peace Corps in Nigeria. The Ambassador just  about shit as he tried to bluff his answer past us. Aubrey and the bumbling  ambassador opened my eyes. In Nigeria,

Several of us played some slightly? drunken early morning basketball games, in which Aubrey's brawn served him well. He was so smart and well educated, that while we were driving  somewhere in Nigeria and at my request, he gave me a brief history of the Kings and Queens of England.

I met up with Aubrey twice after the Peace Corps. Once when He was active, as was I, in the Committee of Returned Volunteers (CRV). CRV’s one purpose was to work toward ending the Vietnam War. The other time was when he lived in Raleigh County, West Virginia, about 60 miles south of where I lived. He was an underground coal miner working on politically educating the other miners.

He was brilliant and dedicated to his truths. He was one of those unique people who have amazed me. And in Nigeria, under the influence of some beer, he walked on his hands--probably didn't need the beer."

(A Remembrance by Norman Gary)

In the summer of 1961 Aubrey was ready for the Peace Corps. It is not clear if the Peace Corps was ready for Aubrey.

I first became aware of Aubrey as a presence standing in the cafeteria line in our Nigeria training program at the Harvard Business School. He had a personal bottle of Tabasco sauce on his tray. I asked about it. "The food in Nigeria is very hot; I thought I should get ready for it." He added Tabasco to his food every day so that by the time we got to Ibadan, he could tackle even Yoruba food, the hottest of local cuisines.

Aubrey was by far the most politically sophisticated and experienced person of our whole training cohort. He had already been through some of the early civil rights actions. Vietnam was still ahead for all of us.

The first shot Aubrey fired across the bow of American officialdom came quite early. On arrival in Lagos, we were given a briefing by the US embassy that was also attended by some Nigerian government functionaries. In a question and answer session following the official briefing, Aubrey stood up and addressed the ambassador: "Sir, can you assure us that no one in our Peace Corps group is working for the CIA?" You could have cut the silence with a dull machete. We were quickly assured that there were no CIA agents among us. As funny as it is in retrospect, it probably served a useful purpose in assuring our Nigerian hosts that this indeed was the case. And 50 plus years later I don't think any of us have ever had a reason to think that we had harbored a spy in our bosom.

During our training stint at University College, Ibadan, I got a chance to join Aubrey in a small bit of politics. This was over the “Michelmore Incident,” a minor uproar involving a dropped postcard written by volunteer Margery Michelmore that described some of the less than flattering details of everyday conditions in Ibadan. Aubrey and I quickly drafted an apology to the Student Union and got other volunteers to sign it. Some were not very happy with our efforts, feeling that it was disloyal to Margery. Aubrey and I felt quite strongly that an apology was needed to head off stronger actions from some of the campus radicals that wanted to oust the Americans. Eventually, everything blew over.

Aubrey happened to be stationed at a small private school near Enugu, the city where I was teaching. I got to see him fairly regularly. What I remember most about that time was Aubrey inviting me to share southern skillet cornbread that he had managed to cook on a fairly primitive stove with an even more primitive removable oven that sat precariously above the burners of the stove. The cornbread was quite acceptable. How Aubrey ever got the ingredients for cornbread in a yam and plantain culture was quite beyond me.

After several months in this semi-urban school, Aubrey requested a transfer to a place that was rural and more typical of Nigeria. He was posted to a school in a very small village several miles by dirt road off the Onitsha-Owerri highway. Aubrey was very happy to be in a "real" Nigerian situation. And he was well-received. Near the end of his tenure, the principal of the school gave Aubrey a bonus—or a "dash" as it was called. A live goat showed up at Aubrey's house one morning. What to do with a goat? For Aubrey this was just another challenge. Well, obviously, use it to put on a feed for the village. He invited several of his Peace Corps friends to come down and join in the festivities. There was only one catch—Aubrey was unacquainted with goat cuisine. Goats were a rarity in Richmond and Cambridge. Nothing if not inventive, Aubrey determined that it should be cooked in a pit in the ground with a fire above the pit—an idea no doubt derived from Aubrey's reading of anthropological accounts. He started the goat roast early-morning. Luckily there were lots of other side dishes and beer. By the time we left about 10 pm that night, the goat was still cooking.

I will only mention briefly Aubrey joining in a small party at the Goodyear's home in Queens College, Enugu, arriving by walking on his hands up the driveway with wallet, change, and keys littering the walk as he came. This display of physical virtuosity was no doubt fired somewhat by the free drinks we had all sampled at the Consul-General's reception for Roving Ambassador Soapy Williams. This story became legendary in our Peace Corps circles.

After Nigeria, Aubrey travelled in southern Africa and eventually ended up in Paris, where he shared my 5th story walkup maid's room at the top of an elegant building out near the Bois de Bologne. We toured around Paris, hitch-hiked to Chartres and enjoyed the Loire valley. We were also able to spend some time with Peace Corps representatives Murray and Ginna Frank in Paris and Versailles. After that we didn't run into each other until the 80s when he lived in DC and I was making business-related trips there. Over the following years we stayed in touch. He and Melinda and the kids visited us in California. We were treated to a trunk show in our living room with Melinda’s wonderful, creative quilts. We were able to continue our contacts even after Aubrey moved to Boston. As a matter of fact we attended his October wedding to Alice. And he and Alice visited us in San Jose, enjoying our faux Tuscan backyard and BBQ.

I hope that these anecdotes illustrate some of the range of Aubrey’s interests and passions. He was a revolutionary with a strong sense of ethics and social justice living in non-revolutionary times. He had a terrific sense of humor and was a great storyteller—qualities not usually associated with revolutionaries. We will miss him terribly.