Barbara Parry

As we now are at the sixth anniversary of Barbara's passing, it seems to me that very few of her generation are still around any more. Just this June I lost my aunt Marion, at 95. She had a full life and a rapid decline - what more can one ask for? I miss her, and I miss Barbara, and her dog Bruno who I was responsible for during the summer of 1978.

May you forever rest in peace Barbara, you were my favorite customer and I was your dedicated mail lady! God has a great place for you in heaven

I was just reading Thucydides about the Plague in Athens, which reminded me of my undergraduate years at Yale, and the summers I spent living on Barbara's back porch on Cold Spring Street and taking care of Bruno, her dog at the time. Our families had known each other a long time - my dad was a French Lit professor at UMass / Amherst, and the same age as Barbara. Barbara's house was my first experience in living on my own, although of course I was not on my own - there were a constant cast...

A lover of the French language, I had the good fortune of meeting Barbara Parry, first as a student in several of her courses at Southern Connecticut State University and later as a tenant in her beautiful home in New Haven. As a student, after I expressed a desire to travel to France, Mme. Parry introduced me to a French family who hosted me in their home during a summer stay. It was a life-changing experience. I was immersed in the French culture, and I learned so much from this very...

Deep condolences from Japan. Barbara showed me the model for good late-stage life -- living independently and charmingly at her house always filled with laughter and conversations, calls, visitors and tenants, and Decca. I don't know how to thank her for giving me such a wonderful year staying at her house and sharing time with her in late 1990s. Seeing her life style gave me lots of ideas to think about life, family , career, happiness, and so on. Our friendship continued and it was my great...