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Watching Lacrosse with Dick

I’ve written before about my friends Celia and Dick.  (See Moving Day Blues and Carving Mr Pumpkin)

Dick is no longer with us but he’s impossible to forget.  He was a wonderful guy – bright, warm, witty,  cultured,  well-read and world-travelled,  a gourmand and a bon vivant,  an historian and writer,  and founder of a prestigious educational publishing company that he ran in Princeton for decades.

I knew that Celia and Dick had a wonderful marriage – their biggest fight,  she once told me,  was over a restaurant tip.  She thought Dick had left too much but he refused to edit it.  And indeed Dick could be terribly stubborn as I learned during my “decluttering Dick”  project.

After retiring from the library world,  I started a home organizing business and offered my services gratis to friends.  Celia called and asked me to come help Dick organize his huge,  disorganized collection of travel memorabilia.

At their house I labelled folders with the names of cities and countries where he and Celia had been.  Then I sat opposite Dick with a waste basket between us,  and instructed him to weed his enormous pile of stuff and we’d file what he wanted to keep in the designated folders.   But with every item he picked up,  he regaled me with stories about that particular trip,  even remembering all the delicious meals they’d eaten.

And of all the itineraries,  hotel bills,  city maps,  travel guides,  brochures,  plane and train tickets,  pictures and postcards,  and wine lists and menus he’d saved,  Dick insisted on keeping almost everything to my great frustration!

And Dick was also a big opera buff and a sports fan.  One  summer my husband Danny and I went to Cooperstown with Celia and Dick for the Glimmerglass Opera Festival and stayed at the elegant Otesaga Hotel overlooking beautiful Otesage Lake.

We planned to see two operas and also spend an afternoon at the Baseball Hall of Fame,  but Dick agreed to the latter rather begrudgingly.   As a Hopkins man,  he reminded us,  his sport was lacrosse.  Yet once we were there,  Dick was like a little kid discovering baseball for the first time.   He looked at every exhibit,  read every wall poster,  and posed  with Phil Rizzuto’s Holy Cow,  and with Danny beside the big scoreboard of team standings,  Dick pointing of course to the Baltimore Orioles.

But lacrosse was really his passion.  One spring weekend we were staying in Princeton with Celia and Dick and were at a Princeton – Hopkins lacrosse match when it started to rain.   Some die-hard fans opened their umbrellas,  but most of the folks in the stands started to leave.   Danny and I rose to go but I saw that Dick was unfolding some serious-looking rain gear.

”We’ll have to leave him here,”. Celia said,  “he won’t budge until the game is over.”

So the three of us started off,  and I turned back to tell Dick we’d see him later at the house.  Through what was by then a real downpour Dick waved a hand back at me,  but his eyes never left the field.

Go Hopkins,  and rest in peace Dick,  you sweet, unforgettable friend.

Dana Susan Lehrman 

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This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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