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Leave a tributeDavid never tired of pursuing the unusual. Nobody could tell stories like David. He was a natural actor and knew exactly how to capture an audience -- even an audience of one. He was quite the artist and had that creative gene that took him down many different paths. I never shall forget his drawings at a young age of dinosaurs which then changed to Frankenstein characters. What do they have in common...absolutely nothing but that was David.
He also had a big heart of compassion which would show itself at poignant moments. He loved to write and wove his creative tales around so many of his personal passions and interests.
David was a great teacher. Waynie and I got to attend one of his MSU courses at one time, and he made philosophy live for his students.
We treasure those special moments, particularly the time that we flew him to Texas toward the end of his life. We worked it out so that we could drive to the various cities in Texas for each member of our family to get to know David. We are very thankful that we had those moments together and can now share those memories of him with one another.
David loved deeply, and he was loved deeply. For that we are very thankful. We believe that toward the end of his life, he made his peace with the Lord and lives forever with Him.
Roslyn
Arthur Rubinstein - Brahms Intermezzo, Op. 118, No. 2 in A major
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqBzK5tKFVc
This brings back such fond memories of David. He had many diverse interests and was truly a master of many of those. I remember him as a boy with his special genius and curiosity about myriads of topics. I shall never forget how much he loved dinosaurs, and he loved to draw pictures of all sorts of creatures. He loved Frankenstein, and his drawings were so funny. His room was in the basement which was his little kingdom, and he would come up the stairs with a look of pride as he brought us his latest creative drawing.
As he got older, he and daddy loved to go shooting outside of Albuquerque; and the tales he would tell of their adventures were fun to hear. Guns always scared me, but he and Daddy loved to go shooting tin cans and such. Our family loved vacationing in Colorado, and Daddy with his three boys enjoyed searching out old mine shafts, railroad tracks, and things left behind from the past. Again, I always breathed a sigh of relief when they would come home after an expedition in which they had found some old mine shaft. I guess I was the coward, but I loved hearing their descriptions of their many adventures.
All of these experiences allowed David the freedom to shape his own hobbies. He loved beautiful music, great art, shopping, antique guns, literature, history, philosophy, telling funny stories as no one else could do, and ever so many interests that I know you and he shared together, Roz. You were a wonderful friend to him, and I can only imagine how much you miss those special times. We hope and pray you are adjusting to life and that you are getting a chance to enjoy your daughter, her family, and many friends.
Today you would have been 78 years old. It's been just over a year since we lost you and I'm still so damn sad. You missed a year that you would have loved: Logan and Emma starting college, being with us for Thanksgiving and in the parade or at least watching it as a VIP, and Patrick graduating college and being accepted to grad school.
I am heading to Albuquerque this evening so that Roz and I can spread your ashes together at places in your beloved town that meant a lot to you and to us. It is my sincerest hope that you left this world knowing how loved you were.
Missing you and loving you always,
Ann
So glad to hear about your granddaughter starting her freshman year at Barnard College this fall -- I know you are very proud of her.
He is still dearly missed.
Note to Ann. Our granddaughter starts her freshman year at Barnard College in September. Another small coincidence.
We met in high school, and became buddies for the next 60+ years! His intellect and sense of humor were beacons of light to me. Even after we took our separate ways out of Albuquerque, we kept in touch.
He did, finally, move to L.A.for a few years. And I cherish the times we got together for our walks in the park (philosophical discussions, which were many times interrupted when a pretty lady walked by).
I, especially, remember his kindness and his love for all living creatures. He once told me that he would never kill a bug, unless it was necessary.
We agreed, in our last phone conversation, that "Reality'' is a dream. I feel, now, that he is, indeed, on a journey of many, many happy dreams!
When I remarried and became a step-parent to two really terrific kids, Emma and Patrick, my dad embraced them as his own and delighted in having three grandchildren to dote on as best he could, never forgetting a birthday or special occasion and always sending a funny card and thoughtful gift even when he couldn’t afford it. His attentiveness meant so much to them and to me and Scott. All three kids enjoyed spending time with my dad when he came to visit and especially when we went to visit him and had some wonderful adventures in New Mexico. My dad’s capacity for love and fun was boundless and infectious. I miss him terribly!
We are still trying to accept the fact that he is gone. Not a day goes by that we don't think or talk about him. He will always be with us.
~Amanda & Morgan Whitehouse
And he went the way I always knew he would: quietly, without a fuss and no formal farewells. I hope I can do the same.
I know some of his most wonderful accomplishments.
I also know that the day he died, the world lost a very special man.
Let us never forget the lessons we learned from him, and choose to be better for having known him.
Our hearts are heavy at the loss of this wonderful person, but we can rejoice in the way that he chose to live, and in the knowledge that he did not squander the time he was given on this earth.
Forever In My Heart.
From: A COURSE IN MIRACLES
We were married for 4 years only but remained fast friends. I am missing our daily phone calls, sharing New Mexican dinners, attending movies and discussing our current opinions, discoveries and musings.
The most salient and remarkable feature of David's personality was his AGELESS enthusiasm for almost everything. It was contagious!
David was one of the most memorable and influential beings I have had the pleasure to know in my sojourn here so far. I am missing him deeply.
I love you, David.
Roslyn
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Time spent with Dad
I don’t remember my parents ever being together as they separated when I was a year old or so. My earliest memories of my father are of spending time together on weekends. He would take me to the movies, buy me candy, read me stories and play games. When he moved back to Albuquerque, I didn’t see him for four years. During that time, he made sure I knew that I was in his thoughts by sending me the wackiest New Mexico postcards weekly. I looked SO forward to receiving them and absolutely treasured them. By the time I made my first trip to Albuquerque at 11 years old, I had amassed quite a collection! That first summer with my dad in 1977 was magical. We had SO much fun together. He introduced me to New Mexican food (and Wendy’s), took me to the movies, and played endless games of poker with me. We went to the amusement park (Uncle Cliff’s) regularly, played mini golf, went to arcades to play pinball machines, went on patrol (target shooting) and bowled. I got to spend a few summers that way as a teenager and they were the highlight of my year. My father eventually followed me to Los Angeles where I had moved in 1985 and we lived fairly close to each other for a number of years which enabled us to spend a lot a quality time together year-round. I even lived with my dad for a few months while finishing up my BA at UCLA. He spent hours cheerfully helping me write papers and study for exams. I know I couldn’t have succeeded in graduating without his support. I miss my dad terribly, but I am so grateful to have such wonderful memories of the quality time spent with such a caring father.
Socks?
David's sense of the bizarre was legendary! This is a recollection and scenario I will never forget,
David had a very dubious notion of the sartorial.
One afternoon my sister Gloria, David and I were strolling the beach at Port Stanley. David was sporting a pair of sandals and the ugliest pea-green and fuzzy socks I have ever laid eyes on.
Gloria looked down at this feet and proclaimed: "Where in the world did you get those atrocious socks?"
David, without a breath, retorted: "Socks? I am not wearing any socks!"
I am still laughing!
Dad's poems
Of all hundreds of poems he wrote, these are the ones he wanted shared as part of his memorial.
THE DANCING MASTER
If watching Suzanne dance
gave my feet wings,
The way it did my fluttering heart,
Why, I'd show all those hoofers
A fine thing or two.
My pirouettes would make Pavlova blush;
Baryshny-cough...and Fred A-stare.
They'd hang their slippers up in shame;
Make way for a new dancing master----
Me.
But, I said if.
And it's-a funny little word.
As things are now...without the if...
My feet are mostly thumbs;
And my gyrations on the floor,
Make dance a comedy, or farce.
Provide a belly-laugh for those
Who see,
A most non-rhythmic, uncoordinated
Me.
April 22, 1991
RASPBERRY MAIDEN
Rare and wonderful as a
Secret raspberry patch.
Alluring with a barely hidden ripeness.
Inviting touch and scented taste,
You signal me across the now
Too-vacant miles,
With word and subtle hint.
A special promise in every coded
gesture.
Delicious suggestion of contact
yet unfelt.
My tart-sweet Lady of the Thorns,
You lead me on and draw me out.
Call me to stand beyond myself,
And become better than I've been,
When anger-locked and ego-bound.
The summons clear you are to me;
A firm demand from Self you stand.
Conscience incarnate.
Yet all-tempting, too.
You represent the lure of known and
Unexplored.
Of the familiar and the ever-strange.
The pull of old and also new.
All these you are,
And myriads more besides.
My sweet-tart berry lady.
Symbolic fruit, with special
Succulence.
Not for crude palates were you ever
Meant;
But for those who savor Life's
Full mysteries.
Are drawn by charm and bonded to
Your depth,
As I have been,
Am now,
And will be,
While I still have courage
To respond.
September, 1986
RESTRAINT REBUFFED
If I were now to exercise restraint,
Hold back the flood within my heart,
Of love and yearning's surging tide,
My entire frame would buckle
Like a wind-blown paper sack.
Implode upon its undulating self;
And swept in currents of dead air,
Fall back to earth,
A limp and empty thing.
1984
MODERN METHODS
This time,
they did
not bother
with nails.
They used a chain of beads
and finished Him off with a
heavy brass crucifix and
buried Him
in a secret
grave, out
behind the
church, where
He could hear
the Sunday
sermon.
February, 1959
SWEET DESTROYER
Into my neat,
Dull, but well-ordered,
Well, but dull-ordered world,
She walked.
Or rather--stormed.
And chaos ruled supreme,
While old plans fell about my ears,
And resolutions curled in flames
At her soft touch or lingering gaze.
Desire to distance fell away,
Along with well-devised defense.
And feeling, bursting reason's bonds, Escaped, and stormed the citadel,
Until at last, it stood supreme.
Poor prudence prostrate at its feet.
No more shall gnawing fears impinge; Nor doubting thoughts
Hold back my will,
From sweet commitment's glad embrace.
My hands reach out,
Symbolic act,
And draw her close,
That sweet destroyer, R.
December, 1970