I vividly remember being a young boy in Easton and visiting Howard and Kris' house.  I recall enjoying wandering in the yellowing fields in late summer behind the house; pushing the (non electric) lawn mower up the grassy hill, and praying I wouldn't lose control of it when I went down the hill with it.  I still remember the walking down the steps into their basement with the musty smell of thousands of old National Geographic magazines lining the bookshelves. Most of all, I remember Howard playing on the piano and sitting at the dining room table with Kris.  These are some of my happiest memories.
Eli

These two wonderful beloved people have been part of my heart and memories for my entire life.  Their love for each other, their joy in their family, their intellect and social justice concerns, their senses of humor — all of these shone brightly when in their presence.  

I have a rainbow of memories of time spent with the Gallup Family — from Friends General Conference in Cape May, to visiting them in Pennsylvania, and having all of them arriving at our home in Baltimore for various holidays.  I remember the Hollingsworth and Gallup kids hiding on the mornings when either they, or we, were to head home … we desperately wanted to extend our time together!  (Our parents did not find this last ditch ‘hide & seek’ effort as amusing as we kids did.)

Like my sister, Jean, I remember Howard’s cartoons, going to Howard’s lab at the university and seeing the rat mazes.  I also remember flying kites, running in the fields by their house, playing ping-pong, singing camp songs and generally having a great time together.

Up until the last 10 years or so, Fran & Howard came down to join the Hollingsworth Thanksgivings (a pot-luck affair that rotated between Delaware, Baltimore & Virginia among the 4-sisters, depending on who was hosting).  Fran always made and brought the same rolls that her mother had made on Thanksgiving.  Now, I make those rolls for the annual Thanksgiving rotation.

Drew & I started visiting Fran & Howard regularly after our kids moved into their own grown-up lives. It was nice to hang out with the two of them, run errands with Fran, take them out to dinner, and go to Meeting on Sunday before we left to go home.  Since Drew is also an ardent long-distance cyclist, he and Howard had many conversations about their various cross-country and local rides. Drew and my brother Scott joined Howard for the Gap Gallop century ride (100 mile bike ride) when Howard turned 80.   Howard was an iron-man, no joke!

The comfort I got from being with Fran & Howard, and then just Howard, cannot be overstated.  They brought me joy, love, memories, laughter, contemplation, and always interesting conversations.  Over the last year, we had a standing weekly FaceTime ‘Howard Concert’.  He would great us lovingly and then spend an hour playing the piano - pausing between each piece to give us a summary of the lyrics and the history of the song.  Not being able to see them in person makes me very sad, but, boy-oh-boy, do I have a lovely treasure chest of memories, conversations, laughter and piano tunes held in my heart.

Thank you Howard & Fran … with all of my heart! 

—  Carol Platt Hollingsworth Gruenburg

Uncle Howard and Aunt Frances have been part of my world my entire life. My earliest memories involve visiting them and their family, running around the beach and eating ice cream cones together.  I remember the fun I had when Uncle Howard took me to visit his work and I felt quite grown up to visit his office.  I remember waking up in the morning and finding the coloring sheets Uncle Howard had made for us with various cartoon characters.   As a teenager, Uncle Howard was the first adult who was willing to talk to me as an adult.  But my enduring memory is their love for their family.  Each time I visited Uncle Howard and Aunt Frances they would share stories of their children, spouses, grandchildren and great-grandchildren including memories of Shar which kept her alive in our hearts.   I love you Uncle Howard and Aunt Frances.