Along with Memorial Day, the other semi-Annual “Necrology” of the departed—friends and “in the news”
There are a few times in life when you leap up and the past that you’d been standing on falls away behind you, and the future you mean to land on is not yet in place, and for a moment you’re suspended knowing nothing and no one, not even yourself. (Ann Patchett)
Without the hidden conspiracy of goodwill, society would not endure an hour. (Kenneth Rexroth)
[Friendship] shrouds the mantle of forgiveness/Over the graves of our mistakes. (Douglas Raymond Rose)
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Friends/Acquaintances
‘Jo’ Anderson, Lovely woman, former parishioner at St. Mark’s on the Campus, kind and generous.
Ruth Asboe, dying at 104, she must certainly have been in the running for our longest-lived clergy widows, who as an actuarial class are pretty long-lived in the first place.
Hank Austin, jovial, welcoming, and gregarious Deacon from St. Andrew’s, Omaha, who cared for the vets at the Eastern Nebraska Vet’s Home.
Kerry Bowers, husband of Carri, a friend of our daughter’s, and son-in-law of our good friends, Tom and Jan Paxson, and so step-father of Dillon Rose.
Albert Cuellar, older brother of my classmate Richie, and unflagging supporter of McCook. I cast my ballot for Al every time he was up for election the school foundation. His sister married Mr. Gilmore, our Spanish teacher at the time.
Juanita Bessie Van Ostal Cloyed, huge name for fine woman, a nearby neighbor, who stole the first Nunsense show KTC produced, at home until almost the end thanks to daughter Catherine and granddaughter.
Betty Crittenden, who as office secretary was for years the “first face” of St. Stephen’s, Grand Island, and costumer deluxe for the outdoor theater her husband Todd directed as well as countless Vacation Bible Schools. Their kids are Camp Comeca alums!
Faisal, late husband of our friend and former UNK colleague Nyla Khan—a death hallowed by her pledge to care for all he left behind.
Bob Gearhart, priest of the Diocese of Nebraska, Valentine and Fairbury, host for a workshop I gave in the Sandhills.
Cathie Genung, pipe-line fighter with a heart for it and a passion for justice, with whom we stood side by side at many a demonstration battling for the future of our earth, air, water, and way of life
Don Gray, former parishioner at St. Mark’s on the Campus, out of Hastings where the Gray/Peek friendship goes way back.
Jeff Green, partner of Chris Rutledge who grew up in Kearney and at St. Luke’s and remains good friends with our daughter.
Tom Hannigan, my brother-in-law’s brother-in-law, forty-three years of his life led in active adventure, including working for the FBI, and thirty-one years in a wheel chair as a result.
Todd Harris, parishioner at St. Matthew’s, Alliance, with whom, along with his wife, Deacon Cheryl Harris, we stayed when I subbed for Fr. McClure, and who taught us how to play a great game!
Marge Hoffmeister Gardner, mom of a former Diocesan youth director, ‘gammer’ of a friend of our kids and us, and a vivacious, spunky, lovely person in her own right, one of my parent’s favorite people when Dad served St. Mark’s Pro-Cathedral.
Dorothy Holt, a quiet and kindly parishioner at St. Luke’s, buried by both our current and a former rector, unusual for having also graduated from KHS; Dorothy, not Fr. Ness.
Juanita Johnson, deacon serving Church of the Resurrection, Omaha, a traditionally black and now blended parish.
Richard Kauders, retired from the business end of the UP and husband of the former director of the Museum of Nebraska Art, faithful Christian and leader in the parish and Diocese.
Marvin Knittel, former colleague at UNK, member with me of Torch Club, and much admired for his work and character. (The “K,” as the joke around UNK went, was pronounced! Punch line of the offending student… “I didn’t K-now!”)
John Krecji, Sociology Professor and worker for peace and justice, knew him first at then KSC, later at Nebraskans for Peace while he taught at Nebraska Wesleyan.
Gretchen Lainson, at 105; stopping by the Lainson home on New Year’s Eve was one of my parent’s annual pleasures when Dad was Dean of the Pro-Cathedral, and by happenstance I ended up supervising Vinnie Lainson when she did a parish internship. The Lainson family has been a valued supporter of Hastings and their Presbyterian Church there.
Dorothy Mattison, long-time supporter and “spry” docent at the Willa Cather Foundation who often guided our research or our student tours when those took place at the old “Garber” bank.
Donnie Miles McCurry, son of Nancy’s friend Rosalie, sister of one of my former students and a Nebraska writer, Charlene Pierce, “too young” the common expression of grief.
Fran McKendree, who heard the call to sing song, hymns, and spiritual songs, and answering that call uplifted many lives.
Robin McNutt, a Deacon in our Diocese from All Saint’s, Omaha.
Jack McSweeney, 1/8th (or 1/16th depending on the moment) of our road trip group, realtor in the agency his wife Janice Wiebusch started, once our monthly tour guide of Kearney real estate development, parishioner of St. Luke’s but at heart an Irish Catholic.
Gretchen Naugle, smart and humble (a rare combination), priest of the diocese, who, like me, took the chance to serve as an interim at our beloved St. Mark’s on the Campus.
Ron Naugle, Gretchen’s husband, a well-known historian in Nebraska, who survived her only shortly.
Katie Nickel, long-time leader in the UNK campus School of Nursing, possessed of a keen mind, warm heart, and vibrant personality, one of the true stars of Kearney Community Theater, and our neighbor.
Vera Reddish, long-time parishioner of St. Stephen’s Grand Island, who was the mainstay for years of the mid-week service at All Faith’s Chapel and who worked tirelessly for the Special Olympics in which her son Tom always took part.
Kathy Schmutte, who was a part of what is now St. Mark’s on the Campus before we were and was there during the year I served as Interim in 2020—choir, altar guild, pew—kind, quiet, faithful; her service included a fine remembrance put together by Bob Kuzelka and Peg Sheldrick.
Donna Smith, Kearney (not to be confused with Donna Smith Grand Island!). We had just had lunch with daughter Nancy the day before. Her late husband Jim was the first ever Senior Warden of St. Luke’s who had not been born and raised in Kearney; son Jim and daughter Nancy were already grown and gone but we’ve gotten to know them both, and enjoy seeing Nancy annually, and learned a lot talking through Rita with Jim. But Donna was the constant—nurse at Head Start for years, Person of the Year for Sertoma, and until confined to her home, a voice in the church choir.
Harry “Stoney” Stoneback. The Hemingway Society dubbed him “a charismatic presence whose humor and swagger gave a jolt of rambunctious fun to Hemingway proceedings.” He was also one of the finest scholars I ever knew, every inch a professor, and his students knew it. I recall one night crossing Lake Maggiore walking from one end of the boat to the other with his wife Jane Arden “Sparrow” Stoneback, and when we arrived at Stoney’s coterie in the aft, they looked up surprised and said, “we wondered where you were.” She asked me, “Do they mean me or you?”
Antonette “Toni” Turner, direct descendant of and the last to have known Annie Pavelka, the model for Cather’s Ántonia and Cather’s childhood friend. Antonette lectured widely, sponsored Cather Foundation scholarships, and could hold her own in any crowd well into her nineties! (A relative, Kent Pavelka, was for years the voice of Cornhusker football.)
Frederick Morris “Morrie” Tuttle, if it had to do with books, writing, literature, or heritage in Nebraska, you can bet Morrie had a hand in it; we served together on the Center for the Book.
Desmond Tutu, a global conscience for the nations, listed here only because I had the privilege of spending several days at the YMCA of the Rockies at an Episcopal College Ministry conference called The Turning of Time with Archbishop Tutu, and those days were indeed a crucial turning point for me.
Eugene Ward, received into the priesthood of the Episcopal Church at St. Luke’s out of his experience in installing the pipe organ he had brought from Louisville, Kentucky, to Kearney, installed, and which both he and his wife Jan played, one son in mathematics, one daughter a musician.
Richard Weill, member of the NU debate team when I was, class of ’64.
Shirley Wenzel, from Weeping Water and Elmwood, a Cather regular and our companion at the Cather International in Flagstaff, where she gave Nancy a sunhat on a hot day at the ranger station Cather celebrated.
Bob Witcher, formerly Bishop of Long Island; interviewing me for Canon at the Cathedral there, he tested my sobriety by offering me a drink at lunch in a way that put me in an embarrassing position to refuse, and was happy when I passed his test! He and the Cathedral Dean called my good friend Rod Michel to the post instead, and Rod went on to succeed Bob as Bishop of Long Island.
Celebrities
Ed Asner, wonder what he thought of ‘spunky’ as he left us? Betty White is the sole standard bearer now!
Robert Bly, delightful poet and poetry guru, master of the psychological trail leading from image to image, friend of some of our poets, who probably made more from Iron John than from his poems.
Abdelaziz Bouteflika, who for two decades led Algeria under a policy of amnesty for all parties in their former civil war.
F. W. deKlerk, who after a lifetime on the wrong side of history, joined in peace and reconciliation with Nelson Mandela to reshape South Africa.
Joan Didion, who found her own voice and showed us an America different than what we thought we knew. Not sure if the Book of Common Prayer will be used for the author of The Book of Common Prayer!
Bob Dole, former Republican stalwart for whom the Robert Dole Center at the University of Kansas is named. and until old age overtook his better sense, one of the last real Republicans; like fellow Kansan Alf Landon, unsuccessful candidate for President,
Lee Elder, who (paraphrasing Marilyn Nelson’s phrase) owned the Masters!
Don Everly, it was easier to sing in close harmony than to live in close harmony, but by Knott’s Berry farm, we’d had the best of them and our Susie had awakened long before.
Maki Kaji, who coined the name and made the Sudoku puzzle famous.
John Madden, what sports-minded youngster with an X-Box or Play Station doesn’t have loads of the annual NFL games from the roving Hall of Famer!
Jackie Mason, proving rabbis can too be funny!
Gavin McLeod—not exactly “O Captain, My Captain,” but who can argue that we don’t need less gun boats and more love boats.
Jovenel Moïse, assassinated, the Haitian President’s death in his own home is an icon of that country’s sad instability, from its proud independence to being crippled by racist colonialism, another victim of Dixie-led fears and bigotry ending in dreams deferred—but please let us keep our sacred statues!
Robert “Bob” “Freedom Summer” Moses, who saw the key to Civil Rights as the unsung fieldwork or registering voters and didn’t think too highly of the headliners. Got to meet him when he spoke on his Algebra project at Texas State the semester I taught there on exchange.
Michael Nesmith guitar in the band television made famous, The Monkees
Henry Orenstein, just one Transformation after another!
Colin Powell first African American Secretary of State and one of the few since William Jennings Bryan to put principles first.
Harry Reid, scrappy Senator without whose able leadership millions would still be without health insurance, able mentor of Mike Schneider of the Nevada legislature.
Ann Rice, who channeled for us Horace Walpole, Ann Radcliffe, and Bram Stoker (and maybe Miss Emily, to boot); no more interviews.
Daniel Rumsfeld, twice Secretary of Defense; when you have mired your own country in the vexed history of the Middle East, what do you say when you meet your maker?
Willard Scott, the meteor among network meteorologists!
Stephen Sondheim, giant of American musical theater, with plays a nightmare to stage and sheer joy to see and hear.
Bishop John Shelby Spong, whose support for inclusion (LGBTQ+ and women) put him, in one person’s words, “lightyears ahead of leaders in the Episcopal Church.”
Charlie Watts, Rolling Stones drummer, of whom aficionado Don Compier said, “great drummer. Rock steady. That kind of person too.” And he loved jazz!
Sarah Weddington, who argued the Constitutional case for choice in Roe v Wade, convincing the court but not many fellow citizens.
George Wein, founder of the Newport Jazz Festival. One of the appeals of Playboy Magazine included two annual issues, one with the results of the Henley Regatta, the other with the highlights of the Newport Jazz Festival and the annual poll of favorite jazz musicians. Why a boy from Southwest Nebraska took an interest in either? Both looked like passports to a larger world!
Edward bi-O-diversity Wilson—pioneering biologist. When I retired from UNK, I took my copy of a Wilson book to Joe Springer in the biology department to ask who he knew that might want it. He did!
For the good friend we lost a year ago, Judge Cloyd Clark, this poem written in the immediate grief over his passing:
On Mortality
For Cloyd Clark
We thought that death had left the room but when we sat down in some relief for the respite of a happy hour we soon spotted the tips of his glossy, dark shoes sticking out from under the drapes still pulled over the bay window to keep out the glare of the setting sun and then apprehension gave way to uncertainties as to whether we should wait for him to show his face or fling back his cover and expose him or just follow the magician’s usual directives to pay no attention to what’s behind the curtain so avoiding looking directly at each other except for possibly a sideways glance we had another drink and listened to our own hushed voices and wondered to ourselves about how deep might be the space between the drape and the window. The End.
Kearney, Nebraska
February 28, 2021
Plans for the blog 2022: Obviously the necrology has gotten out of hand. I’m thinking of splitting the two annual Remembrances into four, then eight times a year using the blog for comments, half of those one-pagers and half more extended comments. Next blog in February.
For 2022 think Health and Self-Care!