Stuart Bartle was a beloved neighbor and friend on 95th street in New York. Our families went to Wellfleet, MA in the summers.
Aside from sharing similar locations,
Stuart had also shared time as a student of my father Carl Binger, MD, who was a psychiatrist, and practiced in NYC and, later in Cambridge, MA.
Stuart was probably instrumental in saving my youngest daughter’s life.
When we lived in New York on the same block, my daughter, then ten years old, became gravely ill with an allergic reaction to phenobarbital. We were caring for her at home, as best we could.
At one point, my husband and I bumped into Stuart and anxiously told him how sick our daughter was.
He said, “Well, if she were my daughter, I’d take her into a hospital immediately.”
We acted on his advice, and just in time, too.
That daughter is now 55 and in great health, with two children of her own.
I have been so grateful to Stuart for his sage advice, ever since.
He was a compassionate, lovely and wise person.
Kilty Eames Gilmour