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This is a permanent site, created in memory of our dad, often called Father, and affectionately known as "Captain" stemming from his love of sailing and the many vacations we all spent as 'crew'. We hope you enjoy going through the stories and pictures, and very much encourage you to add your own and share with others we did not know to invite. Every story adds another facet to his life that will be cherished.
So, welcome! Pour yourself some wine, water, milk, or beer, and get comfortable. Click on the "His Life" tab or go to the "Gallery" (see tabs above) and enjoy.
Love and hugs to all. -C&B-
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Doug
Curiously these words will be here when I am gone. When I know the answers,but for now I think of you -father and friend, protector and safe harbor. I hope they reach you and make you smile.
three. Seven years older, I did not devote a lot of attention to this
baby. After the death of our father, life became very complicated,
withboarding schools,college and eventuallyemployment half the
the world apart. The upshot was we scarcely knew one another,
until both families ended up in New York. There, we really got to
know and love him and his family. I fondly remember happy times
andJackstraw, and we had many enjoyable family gatherings, during
this short period. Later they visited us in Tunis, where Nancy
insisted in buying a special bird cage made in Sidi Bousaid, and not
a small once.I imagaine Phil carried it on his lap most of the way
home.
At any rate, I finally found a loving brother.
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Phil was just the greatest, is all I can say. May God bless them both.
- Submitted for Marjorie Ellicott
Thank you for the great tribute you gave Nancy and Phil with this memorial. Pat and Harold Friedberg
times. I will remember them, always with Phil and Nancy. And there was our little duplicate bridge group. Such happy memories.
This tribute is from Jean Bell
This is the hero who rescued his 20-something daughter from a broken down car and got her to the Renaissance Fair (2 hours and another state away) so she could do her temp job as a weekend wench- because she had a crush on a boy....
Who spent his weekend building giant crossbeams in the driveway when his then 37 year old kid had promised to do the lighting (for a 5th avenue client's wedding) with absolutely no experience doing lighting....
Who taught her to appreciate sailing and scuba and Sherlock Holmes.....
Who comforted tears from 5 year olds to 50 year olds- even when he had no idea what she was babbling on about.
The man who went to work every day: rain, snow, sleet and sometimes gloom of night so that his family could have a good life.
Who with mom showed us the lights of Paris at night.
And who occasionally indulged in a limerick.
Would that I could have him back to do it all again....
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