Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
Stanislas-Jean de Boufflers
3 DECEMBER 19** SAINT BARTHS, F.A.
4 JULY 2015 ITHACA, NY
3 DECEMBER 19** SAINT BARTHS, F.A.
4 JULY 2015 ITHACA, NY
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
Stanislas-Jean de Boufflers
Angele was the most exotic flower in the earth’s garden. Everything she touched bloomed, and everyone she loved, thrived. Her wonderful sense of humor and generosity will be missed by all who were fortunate enough to know her.
Suzan and I were shocked and saddened to learn of Angele’s passing.
We have known Ted and Angele for over 50 years and have shared many wonderful times together.
Angele was an intelligent, beautiful person and always fun to be with. We will miss her.
Our thoughts and sympathies are with Ted, Jason and Anna.
Memories of Angele,
Growing up Thanksgiving was always the most wonderful and exciting holiday because it mean Ted, and possibly Bert, would be joining us in Connecticut, sharing memories from Alabama and Georgia, with my father, good will and good cheer with all of us. I confess, I was probably not a little smitten with the much older, handsome cousins who came to visit, so it was a bit of a shock to discover that Ted was himself smitten with a stunningly beautiful, intelligent, kind and caring woman…who spoke French! And then came the excitement of a wedding in our very own front yard! Distances grew, as did families. Somehow Ted and Angele managed to invite two teenagers, Leslie and me, to spend time with them and their new baby (Anna!) in Chicago. I probably would never have been so brave once I had babies (and then teenagers!) of my own. How did she effortlessly entertain us and keep her wits about her? I know one of her secrets was always an exceptionally good sense of humor, and I think I often hear her laughter, cheering me even in the sadness of some of our own losses.
Fast forward; Thanksgiving in Lenox Mass, Family reunion in Southampton, visits in Paris, Anna’s wedding in Ithaca, my own wedding reception in New York (a French restaurant of course, and Jason offering a the toast and Angele smiling! ) Dim Sum celebrations in Chinatown. Not enough time together, and then hugs and tears at the Memorial Day Bridge dedication in Sherman Connecticut. Precious moments and precious, treasured memories.
Angele was an avid supporter of the underdog. Which is precisely what I was when I arrived in Ithaca to attend Cornell University, having really spent no meaningful time outside California. She was an east coast “mother” to me, and a caring, loyal friend. It was with her (and Ted’s) support that I survived Cornell and the east coast winters to become the person I am today. I am grateful for the time I got to spend in her world in Ithaca, especially in the kitchen, of 101 Delaware Avenue, usually in deep conversation about world affairs while eating a crepe.