In Memory

Michael Barnhart



 
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10/11/09 08:47 PM #1    

Richard Schwartz

Though Michael was a dirty's "dirty" (the CHS 1966 word for hippie) and I was not in his crowd, he and I were freinds who connected immediately. I was always very proud of the friendship because it was so real. I remember how he used to sell his poetry journals in the hall and I remember buying it. I thought he was so far beyond me in some artistic and intellectual cosmos, floating happily where he was clearly meant to be. He was so sincere, I couldn't help but be friends with him. He spoke only from the heart. I never forgot the annoucement on the loud speaker that Monday morning announcing what happened. It seemed so unreal then as it does today. I have told the story to friends over the years, thinking of the man with such an imagination- and how for a brief moment his great vision misled him. I wonder what he would have done with his life- I suspect he would have kept on following that dream of his like he did so purely while at Central. I have missed him over the years. He was my friendship bridge to another culture, to a world he let you visit through his poetry. I suspect he never stopped doing what he did. I hope he is still doing it. Michael is someone whose memory I carry with me, as an honor and duty not to forget.


09/24/10 07:24 PM #2    

Kevin Muszynski

 Richard was obviously way ahead of us with his perception and empathy with our classmates.


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