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Euclid M. Hanbury Jr.

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Euclid M. Hanbury Jr. ORANGE, Va. - Dr. Euclid Murden Hanbury Jr. died at The Keep, his home in Orange County, Virginia, Feb. 20, 2009, at the age of 82. A native of Portsmouth, he was the elder son of Blanche Conwell and Euclid Murden Hanbury. He attended the Virginia Military Institute and...

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Good friend, Doctor and Shipmate. Still miss the good times aboard the Windrift, Nova and Pilgrim. Good sailing, Euclid! Mike, your good Catholic, Irishman and Democrat friend.

I love you so much Grandpa. You are so special to me. I love you with all my heart. Your Grandson, Grayson Lorin Hanbury Bleecker

Euclid definitely was one of a kind. I will always smile when i think of his stories and jokes and his passion for ANYTHING he set his mind to do ;). What started as a business relationship about 8 years ago, turned into a GREAT friendship i will always cherish and sorely miss. May he find rest and peace. Blessings to all who knew and loved him, the world lost a great man!

I will very much miss my friend Euclid. I feel privileged to have known him in his retirement in Virginia. He was one of a kind and a very good kind.

In our 14 years in ME, my path crossed with Euclid's as we sang in the Coller Chorale, as we read poetry with the Penobscot Readers, sharing our enjoyment of G/S in a duet from "Yeomen of the Guard". He was a real Renaissance man. It's an honor to call him friend and Bob and I shall miss him.

Euclid Hanbury, Jr. …intellectually gifted and complicated man, a surgeon, a father, a southerner and a sailor. He had a deep appreciation of the written and spoken word. His passions were music, books and the sea. He sailed the East coast from the Chesapeake to the Bay of Fundy. One of his favorite times on board (Windrift, Nova and Pilgrim) was when the day was done, the hook was set, the steaks were on the grill, and the scotch was poured. He was a good shipmate and above all, a...

Farewell my dear old friend. Your passing has been a real shock to me. You were one of a kind, a gentleman and a scholar.

Big Luke was my surgical mentor and kept me on the and narrow when I came to town. It took a while to get used to that tidewater Virginia accent where "about" rhymes with loot, not lout. He's the only person I ever knew who read more than I did. You never wanted to hint to him that redheads bled worse (or freckled worse) than others. There are still a few around (not me) who remember the celebration party he and Andy Gay threw when Brotman left town. It is the stuff of legend. We in...

... my mentor.

WWHS '63