I offer an expression of especialy warm condolence to all in Dicks family and circle of friends. Dick and I were close friends and enjoyed many connections in days when he was one class ahead of me at both John Marshall High School and the University of Rochester. I knew his whole family and remember well when the Closson brothers married the Stahlbrodt sisters. In high school Dick played the violin in the orchestra, while I played the trombone in the band and sang in the Marshall Choir, a notably rich choral ensemble, with both Joan and Shirley Stahlbrodt. We were fortunate that our homes, high school, and Grace Methodist Church (where the Rev. Hanford Closson, later Methodist Bishop for a large segment of upstate NY, was the widely respected minister) were all located in Rochester's 10th Ward. In days of the Great Depression and WWII, when we were all growing presumably in stature and wisdom, it was clearly not a wealthy community, but it was thriving and rich in cultural resources as well as traits of character and civility. The weekly "10th Ward Courier" was a journalistic gem which kept all area residents connected, and in days when wind-up watches were not carried by every one, the dependable far reaching hoots of the Kodak Park whistle at 8 AM, Noon, and 5 PM daiy kept everthing on time.
Following graduation from UR, Dick entered the Methodist Seminary at Boston University (where his student deferrment from the Korean Conflict remained valid) and I went to OCS at the Coast Guard Academy. My first assignment after commissioning was aboard a ship based in Boston, where I was able to re-connect with Dick and Shirley. On two occasions, at their invitation, I joined them for Sunday services at the BU Chapel, where we were richly inspired by the preaching of legendary Howard Thurman, and for Sunday dinner (commonly following church in those days) in their apartment.
In ensuing years, alas, contact was sparse and we seemed to lose track of one another. While I served as tenor soloist for 50 years at Lake Avenue Baptist, in recent years I have often attended Asbury First Methodist and had occasional contact with brother David. The last time I saw Dick was at the memorial service at the time of David's passing, when, sadly, his memory had faded. While we had a brief pleasant chat, he did not remember me, so we were not able to connect on a personal basis. My heart goes out to his loved ones and close friends for whom reacent times must have been heavily challenging, and for whom in present days the aching void which evolves from his passing is most likely made heavier by an extra burden deriving from a mixed sense of relief and grief.
John Braund