I will always remember Nancy and Phil. Best of friends. Mis
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Time passes still, sun rises and sets. Barb and I are without both of you and we feel the difference. In my imagination you are sailing on a brilliant sea, fresh wind and a cold beer. Mom is on the deck playing bridge with her buddies. A perfect day. Travel on.

Happy Birthday, Dad. Just wanted to share that we made sure to have a nice bottle of Port and some good Stilton on your behalf. Love you, always, Barb

Uncle Phil gave me my first guitar 50 years ago. I have collected and played guitar most of my life. I don't often make resolutions.. but I start guitar lessons again tomorrow after 50 years. My best friend sat on his old Harmony guitar some time after it was given to me.. don't think I ever told uncle Phil about that. Thank you Uncle Phil
Doug

Hey Dad, missing you still but know that you are happy and in a good place. Of course, you and I talk all the time, so you know this. Say "hi" to Mom. Love -B-

Forever left here our thoughts for you. Do you hear them where you have gone. Do you look at different stars, sailing on a peaceful sea. Do you feel only joy.
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.

Birthdays go on without us. But the memories stay. Happy 85th dad.

Hey Dad - happy 85th birthday! Thanks for all the love and laughter. -B-

Uncle Phil was such a solid presence. Physically and emotionally. Even his voice and laugh demonstrated how sure he was. A rock solid man, strong for everyone, and a good influence.

Phil was just the best! He was such a good person and so much fun. I will always miss my brother in law.

Thank you Cat and Barb for creating such a wonderful collection of photos to celebrate your dad's remarkable life.  He and Nancy were so fortunate to have had all those years together, and to have clearly remained so much in love.  Although my direct contacts with Phil were few, and go back to the 80's, I feel as though I stayed in close touch over the years via Cat's stories and updates. And certainly nothing in those later years would alter my initial perception of him as a strong and loving provider for his beloved family, who at the same time enjoyed his life immensely. Not an easy balance to find, and an admirable accomplishment. May your memories remain strong and help you to find your own balance in a life without him. Sending hugs and love to you both.

My brother Phil and I lived closely together only from his birth to age
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.
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My sister Nancy and I both attended the University of Arizona. She met Phil during her freshman year. Phil was a member of ROTC, and graduated, becoming a Lieutenant in the Army. They were engaged to be married in June, but then Phil was called to active duty in Korea. They decided to marry before he left. The wedding was in the chapel at Ft. Knox Kentucky in March 1953. I was their maid of honor and was also there when Phil returned on the U.S.S. General Gordon about one year later, safe and home!
Phil was just the greatest, is all I can say. May God bless them both.
- Submitted for Marjorie Ellicott

Here's to an adopted father - and yes, clearly by size, I was the runt of the litter. Without whom we would not have some of the best, most cherished memories and people in our life, nor would I have the career I do. If there is such a place as heaven, I know he and Nancy are raising a glass of '77 Dow with smiles.

First Nancy, then Phil. That figures, although so very hard to believe. You never thought of them separately, but as a loving couple. I met Phil when he was in law school at UCLA. My husband, Rick, always called him "P.Schuyler Lyddon". Darling, wonderful Phil. Always chuckling about something. Now he and his "Nance" are together again always and forever.

What a life Phil and your mother created. They literally didn't know life without each other. Aunt Nancy and Uncle Phil. It was just one with the other. How beautiful. My mom said Phil was a 'rock'. My memory is of his kind demeanor and calmness. His posture and his devotion to Nancy. Cousins, you had a great dad. I feel fortunate to have had your parents as an amazing model of commitment and marriage. Just remarkable. Much light and love to them both and to you too.

We have many happy memories of Nancy and Phil. We shared golf, bridge, dinners and great conversations with them. Wewelcomed a number of New years with them. Most of all we enjoyed being with them no matter what the program. We miss them.
Thank you for the great tribute you gave Nancy and Phil with this memorial.  Pat and Harold Friedberg

I remember happy Sunday bridge followed by dinner out. Such fun
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

At last Phil is with his beloved Nancy. They are either playing golf or bridge together ad enjoying a cocktail!!!

To Dad, our Captain, who always listened, was often silly, and expected only that we grow to be kind and capable adults.

Dads and daughters:

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....