ETHAN-EMERY-Obituary

ETHAN EMERY

Boston, Massachusetts

1937 - 2021

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EMERY, Ethan Died with family at his side on April 2, 2021 at his home in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico at the age of 83, from heart-related complications. Ethan was born May 22, 1937 in Cincinnati to John Josiah Emery and Irene Gibson Emery. Forever supported and encouraged by the life-long...

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My wife, Mogie, and I send our very sincere and deep feelings of condolences to Terry and all of Ethan’s family.

Ethan was a most unique and amazing individual and a very good, long time friend. We grew up together from the earliest years of grade school.
He will be missed by all of us who knew him.
My heart is very sad.

Each time Ethan and I got together I found myself laughing my head off.
He was simply the best conversationalist of all.
He was a great, great man.

My first encounter with Ethan was a few years ago up near Moosehead lake. It was hunting season and I went up for a visit at Matt Curry's tent which many people over the years were familiar with.My friend Randy had harvested a moose earlier and when I pulled into the campsite I noticed there weren't any vehicles(they were all out bird hunting),so this was a huge tent with cook stove etc. I opened the flap and stepped inside and was greeted by this man with an earring,shorts and sandals...

Ethan had a great enthusiasm for life. We miss you Ethan. You will always be in our hearts.

Growing up on 700 Acre Island I always remember Ethan as being a dear friend to my Mom and Dad. I remember always referring to him as Uncle Ethan as it always seemed as though he was part of our family. I think the thing I remember the most is how very kind and witty he was and how he always had such wonderful stories. Ethan loved life and always seemed to be such a free spirit. I always looked up to him and admired his enthusiasm. RIP

Ethan was an enormous spirit. I’ve never known someone who could fill a room the way he did. His big dreams and bigger laugh, his wild hair and paint-splattered pants, I will never be at a loss to conjure a fond imagine of him in my mind. He was a giant bear of a man. He will be greatly missed.

Ethan was the first person to actually pay me to do a job: I was then a student in Architecture in London, and he hired me to help him recover nice old oak planks somewhere in Cornwall; We left really early mornong and ended up 5 hours later at this church up on a hill overlooking the sea.
It had been descralised the day before.
We spent the whole day breaking down the benches, and loading the boards in the van, and head back to town that evening.
I thought that was why he...

You brought great and different enjoyment into our lives