Albert Mindell

This isn´t an anniversary of your death, Dad. You´ve been on my mind a lot because so many of the things you taught me how to do have come up frequently in my life. Thanks for letting me be your "first son" (until Gary was born) and teaching me so much. Still missed, always loved.

My sisters have already said a lot of the things that I remember about Uncle Al. He was the quiet, friendly man that loved to watch football after Thanksgiving dinner, whether it was at Old Farm Road in Springfield, MA or at "The Farm", as all our relatives call what we simply called home, our parents' place in Lebanon, CT. Uncle Al always confirmed to me that though my Dad's name is Saul, he was only known to his brothers as "Satch". Whenever Al and Dad talked about growing up long ago on...

When I was the littlest girl--about 52 years ago--I thought Al Mindell was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. Those blue eyes... I loved his uniform, too. It's true that he was not happy when, on a night I slept over, I took the white paint from the garage and painted his livingroom floor, but he forgave me.
My heartfelt condolences to you all.

my condolences to the family, Al was an amazing man!

It has been twenty years since I have seen or spoken with Al Mindell.I remember a man of few words who always treated me kindly. I remember playing two handed ginny rummy with him a number times. I recall him often falling a sleep in his big easy chair and his affection for VW Bugs. My sympathies go out to all of the Mindells for their loss.

Uncle Al's visits to the farm with Aunt Judy and my cousins were always a high point (especially on Thanksgiving) and eagerly looked forward to. Although generally quiet, he would always smile, ask us what was new and comment on how we'd "grown" since the last visit. (The assorted flavors of soda he used to bring were an added plus of course!) On the occasions (all too infrequent) when we visited Uncle Al and the family in Springfield, he was always a warm and gracious host to us country kids...

Uncle Al was always the quietest of the 6 Mindells that blessed our house every other Thanksgiving. The years that we didn't go up to Springfield, they came down to "The Farm." Uncle Al would smile in his quiet way, and I'd get a hug, then he'd move out of the way, and let the women take over. He was in charge of the football game watching in the living room. Although Uncle Al was never the most obvious in any family group, he was always the sweetest one there. We'll all miss you, Uncle Al....

Hmmm... I DID like the soda that Uncle Al brought to my parents house, which gave us a soda mustache long before "Got milk?" had arrived. I will always cherish my memories of the handsome quiet little brother of my father who loved to watch football in the living room after Thanksgiving dinner, eventually falling asleep EVERY time! I always smile thinking about the story I was told of the time he "buzzed" bubby's house while flying in the service! May you enjoy many more Thanksgiving dinners...