Malcolm MacIntyre

Written Friday, December 29, 2017

At the turn of the century, there were two Scottish families that settled in White Plains, and Rye, New York. The two families were easily American, moving back and forth between America and what they simply called: the other side. In White Plains, Grandfather and Grandmother managed a home with their daughter and one boy (Malcolm) and the widow of their oldest son and her two boys (Ken and Norm). In nearby Rye, their second son had three boys (with...

A great teacher. I enjoyed his class my entire sophomore year at Andrew Warde H.S.

My deepest condolences to the Macintyre family for your loss. I remember Malcolm as a great educator with a heart warming approach to instructing his students. He, along with the Macintyre family will be remembered in my prayers. --
-Jan Jurgielewicz

My deepest condolences to the Macintyre family. Malcolm was a great teacher and will be remembered for his kind hearted approach while educating his students. He will be included in my prayers along with the Macintyre family.

A great teacher and friend .He was my homeroom teacher who made high school much better

Dear MacIntyre Family,
I am so sorry for your loss.
Mr. MacIntyre was a truly unique gentleman and educator. His love of learning was infectious. No one in Mr. MacIntyre's classes would come to class unprepared. No one wanted to disappoint him. His classes were always interesting challengesand fun. And who could forget Mr. MacIntyre in his elegant three-piece suits with handkerchiefs in his breast pockets and white, starched shirts? Mr. MacIntyre and his Rolls were two magnificent...

It is with a deep sense of sadness and loss that I have learned of the death of my dear cousin Malcolm. He was the youngest of our group of six Scott family grandchildren and might reasonably have been expected to be the last to go. But I know that at the end he suffered such pain that he was glad to leave. In the words of that great Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson, Glad did I live and gladly die, and I lay me down with a will.

I have such fond memories of Malcolmof his...

When my father was born almost 94 years ago, he very nearly didn't make it out of the hospital.

Nina, his mother, my grandmother... was told by the nurses and doctors not to get too attached to him. He wasn't going to make it. But the fact is, the nurses in that cold New York City hospital during the winter of 1924 wouldn't even let my grandmother hold her dying baby.

So there was my father, a tiny new born, forced to suffer alone, dying in a cold New York hospital without the...