He will be remembered with love and laughter - and we welcome you all to add stories and photos of your times and adventures with Gerry. Thank you in advance for visiting and sharing.
May we all live as he lived - with a sense of adventure, a sense of duty, a sense of humor, a sense of right and wrong and surrounded by love, beauty and music.
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Leave a TributeGerry will be missed by the sailing community of Venice for a long time.
Our deepest condolences to all of Gerry's friends and family -- He was one of a kind and will be deeply missed.
I first met Gerry in Bamako as a lowly PC Volunteer. It didn't matter if you were an Ambassador or a PCV, a Gov't Minister or a paysan, Gerry treated everyone the same- with thoughtfulness, kindness and respect.
I once had the 'honor' to be aboard one of his legendary Heinekin Regattas. We didn't have any podium finishes but had the time of our lives. His presence lit up everyone else's life. That irrepressible optimism was contagious and throw in a couple of 'Tullamore Dews' and you were in for a command performance.
Christopher Hichens once said, "There's a book in most of us, but in most cases that's where it should stay." Not so for Gerry. I wish he'd written that book, about his life and his perspective on life. It would have been a wonderful reference to keep close to the bedside. But we still have the memories, all those glorious memories.
Throughout the years I made many American friends. Some of them became family to me and Gerry was one of them and indeed a special friend and brother. He was kind and generous and love you for who you are.
He will forever be missed by all who knew him. He was a simple, caring and loving person of great personality. I loved talking and laughing with him.
The people of Kolokani and all Mali will forever be grateful to you.
Gerry, "Allah Ka hina illa. Ki dayoro sumaya"
One time when I visited Gerry and Barbara a man, who the black magic chief had abandoned, asked us to take him home to die with his family. It was "just a little way down the road" he said, so we all jumped in my land rover and started off down the road. What was after many hours "just down the road" we arrived at the man's village in the pitch black of night! His family was well pleased to see him but I honestly don't know if we would have carried out that "good deed" had we known how far "just a little way down the road really was"! LOL In retrospect I'm glad we took that journey as it gave me more time to spend with Gerry and Barbara!
May God continue to hold you in His hands my friend! Teach those angels the chorus to "Smokey Joe's" for when we sing it together again in Heaven!
Since we are both sailors I find this not only comforting but fitting:
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
You are missed Brother!
During his third year of Peace Corps service, Gerry and Barbara lived in Makeni. Gerry was the general contractor building the Agricultural Officer's home, further north in Kabala. Ahhhh...the fun times at LKs bar, drinking Star Beer. I have a fond memory listening to Gerry play the guitar at the Kabala rest house..singing "put on your red dress baby...we're going out tonight." I occasionally still attempt to sing that song and recall our fun times together. We touched base a final time in Washington DC, following the Peace Corps...another wonderful reunion and lasting Cashion Adventure. You are missed! My heart goes out to you and your family. Kent Winchester
Gerry — your absence is deeply felt!
Not to be forgotten: the day you bought the famous jaguar in England & your infamous stock broker days in San Francisco. We shared some good ones,,,your forever buddy, Bob.
Keep blessing us Gerry!
He will be missed, but more importantly he will be remembered. Remembered as a great father and a great friend. I will never forget him and I hope that I be as well liked by so many when it is my time to go. Miss you Gerry.
We last saw Gerry in Bangkok on his way to East Timor. It was a short but wonderful visit. And more lately I was glad to say we stayed in touch. In fact i was just asking my daughter on the day we received the news to give me a picture she took of Village market to send to him. Well now I think he can see for himself.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you all at this time. But indeed, he had a life to be celebrated. with our highest regards, mike and wendy trott
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Remember Masa Gerry
I first met Gerry and Barb in Bamako, Mali in 1976 when I began my job as Associate Director of Peace Corps. Connie and I were invited over to their apartment soon after we arrived. When I learned Gerry was a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer in Sierra Leone our conversation switched into Krio or Pidgin English, a language I also learned as a PCV in Cameroon. Another bond that we had was a love of cultural anthropology, he knew several of my anthropology professors. At the time Gerry and Barb were free-lance consultants working for USAID and for the national museum of Mali while doing research on their PhDs in anthropology at the University of Indiana. Gerry provide sage advice about the Mali culture while I was Peace Corps staff in Bamako and later when I returned as a contractor for Mali Livestock II.
One day I was going to take a trip to Djenne, Mali to visit some PCVs. Gerry asked for a ride there to visit an historic site being explored by the Mc Intoshes who were conducting their excavations looking for the ancient statues and evidence of various periods of occupation. I swung by the museum to pick them up for the trip in my PC issued Peugeot 404 Bache, a small pickup truck. Gerry asked if I had room for Dr. Konare who was the head of the division of Patrimonie at the museum. I said sure but that we could only fit two more in front and that he would have to ride in the back but could rotate with Gerry.No problem. It was hot and dusty on the pot hole ridden mainly laterite roads we travelled on. It was about a tough six-hour drive so we stopped for fuel, food etc. but Dr. Konare did not want to rotate in the front. That was very unusual for an African director. I dropped them off at the site and went on my way.
I forgot about the incident until years later when Gerry told me that his old boss, Alpha Oumar Konare was elected as president of Mali and after his terms were up [1992-2002], he was appointed as the head of the African Union in Addis Ababa.
Gerry and I were part of the Bamako softball team that played against the team from Dakar, Senegal. For the West Africa hands this would have been considered WAIST 1, or West Africa Invitational Softball Tournament. In those days it was fast pitch softball and Gerry pitched the first of three games against the Dakar team. It should be noted that Dakar had a very good team and their star pitcher Rick was an exceptional athlete who could deliver a very, very fast softball consistently over the plate. The Dakar team was used to hitting fast pitch; we were not. Gerry had a very competitive streak and pitched his best but he got creamed; his pitches were like batting practice for Dakar. I remember his electric slightly devious smile becoming a grimace after every home run. Bamako was blown out. Gerry was devastated; he did not like to lose. After the game when we hosted the victorious Dakar team Gerry showed he was a good sport and got back into his usual fun-loving demeanor, enjoying the beer, Poulet Bicyclette and camaraderie with all.We stayed in touch over the years and met each other often in the USA and other countries in Africa. At one point he was my landlord in Kenya when I lived in his house outside of Nairobi complete with local staff and two dogs. It was a beautiful, classic colonial stone house with an English garden and a fantastic view. Naturally the house was filled with African art that Gerry and Barb had purchased during their travels in East Africa; most of the art was from West Africa, and was shipped back to their shop in Washington for sale.
Gerry was a fun loving, happy and generous man who will be missed by us all. Waka fayne Masa Gerry!
Sailing onto New Horizons
I saw him in March and thencalled him in early July and we chatted at length about how his time in Sierra Leone - how it had changed but still remained the same more than 50 years later . Our Peace Corps experience were formative years and Gerry told me stories about the agriculture projects that he supported not very different than what is still being done now.
Gerry was always driven by his passion to make a difference and his love for Africa. He lived every minute to the maximum and enjoyed life to the fullest. As all good African fathers, he really loved having his children close by.
In line with his love for adventure was his love for sailing. I would like to share some comforting words that my family - also sailors - always uses to comfort the spirit in times of loss
“ I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads
her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, she is gone. Gone where? The loss of sight is in me , not in her. Just at the moment when some says, she is gone, there are others watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout. Her she comes. “
And so Gerry’s joy of life continues to be felt in each of us. He was a special person and will be remembered fondly by many people - from all different walks of life.
Lisa Gaylord
Peace Corps Senegal 1977-79
USAID Madagascar 1990 - 2008