Paul Allen "Al" Curry

My husband calls you a bear of a man
and once when you hugged me I felt
my back crack
but when I shied away from the next hug
you said: "I remember, don't worry."

The truth is -- I was always a bit scared of you --
imagining the depth of your love for others,
feeling you fill a room with the intensity of your presence,
knowing your knowledge could always explain
more than I will ever know.

Always, I felt more like a child to you than
a woman and for...

While I don't remember when I first met Al, there were certainly many memorable encounters: at the little pub in Cinnci where Lyn worked for awhile, his apartment, Glicksohn's Toronto front porch, and many others. His love of music, noir fiction and various libations was infectious and always amusing. While he repeatedly offered to send me his CD, it somehow never materialized- easily forgiven because he so much more loved the ladies and living life in the moment.

I'm very sorry...

I met Al in the early '80s, I had known of him but had not met him until one day when Mike G. and I stopped in to say hello on a trip to Cincinnati. He was a memorable, larger-then-life figure then, and while we did see each other off and on a few times, we then lost touch, as happens.

Then, 20 years later, he moved to Michigan and we reestablished our friendship. He was still larger-than-life ... but he glowed with a joie de vivre that was breathtaking. He'd found a new love and...

I met Al at Midwestcon in 1978, which I'd flown to while living in the LArea in SoCal. In 1980 I moved to Cincinnati and we began a long friendship, seeing each other quite frequently at our homes, at conventions, at CFG meetings, at places where he performed his folk singing and, later, after I engineered getting him hired into ChoiceCare (where he lasted a lot longer than I did...), at work. We hung out a lot together, in other words.

When Al and Lynn moved to Ireland, briefly in...

I am so sorry for your family, who
I know loved you and especially
my Daughter in law, Amy Garrison,
your daughter.

It was a privilege if not a pleasure to attend the memorial service for Al Curry on March 20 of 2008. Many people spoke eloquently of their love for Al. I was not one of them. Although there were probably only three people there who had loved Al longer than I had, I cannot do this sort of public expression of grief.

But I can sit at a keyboard and try not to let tears short it out and try to convey my thoughts.

We "met" in the early 1970s through the medium of science fiction...

Heartfelt condolences to all of Al's family and friends. I was so shocked to hear this sad news.

I met Al in 1980 and have many fond memories of time spent at parties at Mikecon and Midwestcon. I was always sad that Al's dislike of hot weather kept him from spending a lot of time at Midwestcon. There were good times spent with Al & Lyn in Cincinnati, and more good times in later years with Al & Shelley when they visited Toronto. I really regret that I saw less of him when he moved to...

I am... stunned.

Al was a long-time Cincinnati fan, writer, and musician. He put out, for a time, a fanzine called Gnomenclature, which reflected his eclectic and humorous point of view on life. He was an excellent raconteur -- he had the Irish gift of blarney and could tell a tale better than anyone. He wrote the occasional story -- and I'm convinced that if he'd actually worked at marketing some of them, he could have been published in a professional market, as you could hear that...

I am in shock. I am out of town and just received an email. I had an email from Allen last week-per usual-and was going to read the book he is writing now. Our hearts go out to the family. He always started my emails with an upbeat message. Good to see him at the First HHS Alumni (all school) Reunion in 2005)
Brenda Burke-Cremeans Class of 65