Al Schwartz

it seems only yesterday(l931) as an eight yr. old boy, i first met Al. his idea of sportsmanship has followed me my whole life. my brother, jack, living now in an altzheimer- world often remembers Al when he can't remember anything or anyone else.

Thank you, Al, for creating the summer paradise that we call Camp Ojibwa. Some of my best life-long friends and greatest memories were made at camp. You will be missed, but your legend will live on in our hearts forever.

My Uncle Al was legendary in a family that had had many wonderful
stories to tell. My branch of the clan moved to California in 1952 when I was 7, so I didn't know Uncle Al very well, and I only saw him a few times during the 35 years I have lived in Alaska. But I knew him through the stories of my mother and aunts, and he continued to be their
Guardian Angel through all those years.

About 15 years ago, I learned more about my uncle through a most
unexpected...

I have fond memories of Al at camp, from begging and beseaching us to eat the fruit, to the infamous do's and don'ts. Al was beloved by the campers, respected by the staff, and trusted by the parents, but mostly loved for who he was, a hero to all.

"Inhale up...hold it...hold it...hold it...EXHALE!" Ah, the mighty words of Al Schwartz. Al was an institution, he will be missed, but never forgotten. The RED LIGHT in the Camp Ojibwa Mess Hall shines brigtly today...and I am silent.

Our condolences to the Schwartz family....

Al's legacy will live on at Camp Ojibwa. Whenever a kid slides into home plate on Diamond #1, hits the winning jumper on the Warrior Court, or when he wins Collegiate Week for his team with a victory in Box Hockey...Al's legacy will live forever. Thanks for the memories and the many opportunities.

Instead of "Tuesday's with Morrie," this should read "Every Summer with AL". Camp Ojibwa shaped our future. Al gave us the roadmap. Many who I know, including myself, followed it. He taught us about dedication, desire, committment, perseverance, and integrity. Virtues Al seemed to live his life by. Al, thanks for the opportunities, thanks for the memories, thanks for guiding us into adulthood. You will be missed by all who you touched.

My thoughts are with Al and his family.

Al and Camp Ojibwa have provided me and many of my friends wonderful years of memories and meanings. We learned how to compete, how to care for ourselves and others and how to be a man.

Thanks Al!

Al was my grandfather's older brother.
From what I have known, Al was successful as family man, businessman and within his community. He was dearly loved and had a love for life and a generous heart. He could not do enough for others and these qualities were passed down throughout his own family. I wish I had known him.
Men as successful as he was, throughout every facet of his life rarely exist, with the exception of my own father.


As an insufferable lineage...