RICHARD SCHWARTZ

Joel, though it is going to be a while before I can make a comment on this unexpected event, I wanted to tell you that you are not alone. We are all surrounding you at this time. Terry is standing in his spirit looking with his newly-granted  still wisdom only those who move to the other side are endowed with. Of course this will be painful beyond imagination as you try and understand anything and everything about it. Love is the pain you feel so there is no need to push it away. Terry will always be your brother, your twin. He remains with you.  Take good care of yourself, especially now, as Terry so deeply wishes you to do. We are with you, Joel. Call on us if you choose to, as we are standing right here with you.

Richard Schwartz

If anyone is interested in history, here is a talk that reveals a rather mind-boggling look into what actually occurred in Berkeley and the Bay Area in 1900. I hope you enjoy these forgotten but significant stories.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7v9TmBIQNM

Robert, we live within blocks of each other and didn't know it. Its a great area isn't it. I am a historian and very much love it. Hope all is well for you Robert. Feel free to contact me through my website. www.richardschwartz.info and there is an email button there.
My Best,

Richard

Howie wrote in my yearbook, "Hey Rich, Best of luck always, to the champ, Howie." I was always humbled by that gift and the happy young man Howard Fatell. Rest in peace, Howard. We will keep your memories alive. 

I remember Elliot as a smiling guy who seemed to almost float about as his spirit seemed so light and happy. He was filled with his light energy and loved sharing it. He always came from a good place. I wish I knew what he became as a man if anyone can tell us. Rest easy Elliot. Your smiling spirit lives on in us. 

Fredrick was a good and solid young man at Central. He had a great and ready smile and a good heart. It is not surprising he went on to serve as an optometrist and loved helping people. That is indeed who he was. The world lost a good man in Fedrick but we will keep his memory alive and he will live through us. You were a loved and lucky man Fredrick. A life well lived.

I sure appreciated reading Bob's friends give him the praise and admiration he so well deserved. It made me realize how important his rosey-cheeked smile with his beaming personality to back it up was to so many of us...and in a lasting way. Good life Bobbie. My favorite memory of Booby was after we had graduated. At this point, he was going all around the city filling his gaming machines at all these mom-and-pop corner stores- Philly's lifeblood. I had moved to California and contacted Bobby to get together when I came back to visit. He was working and invited me to accompany him on his route. It was an important day in my life. He knew all these store owners of all nationalities and in so many locations I had never been in. I had wanted to tag along with him both to spend time together and see his life and neighborhoods I was never in, corners I had never walked, and corner stores I had never dreamed of. My Grandfather had a corner store in North Philly which we visited on Sundays. As a young kid I was almost overwhelmed with excitement knowing I would get to take home a comic book and some candy and see the cans stacked up in pyramids. So going around with Bobbie had deep roots for me. He explained why and how he did things. But it was his sincere and joyful (truly enjoying himself) interactions in these stores that really stuck with me. People from the neighborhood walked in and talked, kids skipped in all excited. Bobbie explained the meanings that different levels of toys left in the machines in different stores and I think even how he chose the prizes and how his experience helped him know his customers' preferences. Bobbie was just doing his thing like only he could do. He even explained to me how he would procure his stock of prizes for the machines and little details of the store owners or neighborhoods. I felt like I was a witness to something I could not hope to describe, but it was Bobbie through and through and it gave me this magical feel and experience of Philadelphia in its magnificent fullness...all led by the rosey-cheeked wonder. What a tour leader. I think now, after reading all these memories and tributes, that Bobby was much more of a tour leader of his wonderful soul than I had realized. Rest well Boobie. We will remember you always in the meantime. 

I knew Harry from the fencing team. He fenced with the weapon foil. He, even at that young age, was a self-contained person in control of himself and had great concentration. You could see it even when he practiced. He was a good and solid fencer who was depended upon by the team.

Harry put his all into what he did. This made him appear serious. (But Howard Ford told me that Harry had a great sense of humor as they passed in the CHS hallways, always popping a funny retort at Howard with a big and proud smile). 

I don't remember sitting down with Harry and getting to know him. But at the 50th reunion, I saw him walk in, with a very determined but happy gait across the hall. It was odd that in that moment I thought I finally "knew" him. He had blossomed inside, spiritually and such and he appeared like a spirit flower in bloom- something about his countenance made it clear he had found himself and nourished and honored that discovery. There was a quiet, knowing smile about him. 

I thought I sure would like to speak with him and hear about his life and journey, but I did not see him again at the reunion in the hall filled with so many. I intended to try and find his contact info and call him but I never found it. Now I am left to use the ethereal to try and reach him or maybe speak with his family and friends after a while. I know from that one glance at him at the reunion that Harry was a formidable man, spirit, human, family man...and had deep happiness (and knowing the toll for such happiness is to know, at the same time, deep sadness). I know he is infinitely missed but wish him more blessings in his inevitable journey and pray for understanding and acceptance for his family and friends still creating our earthly lives. 

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Posted on: Dec 15, 2022 at 11:27 AM

This sounds so great Jeff. I am proud of you and thank you!
Richard Schwartz

Posted on: Feb 15, 2022 at 9:32 AM

Ron's joyous spirit preceeded him and lingers still. I can see him smiling lumbering down the hallway in that big way he had. Rest in Peace Ron. Keep smiling. And thanks.

Hey Howard. Are your folks still on Williams Ave? What about your sister? The last I knew of you you were in the Tetons. Where are you now Howard? I would like to catch up about the 'ol block and am in touch with Howard Ford.