Richard C. Pickering

Richard was a gentle man who was my neighbor. He had a quick mind even after his surgeries. He is missed.

Reading all these memories of Dick Pickering made my day. I was not aware that he had died. I arrived here in a convoluted way through the internet. I was wondering about a friend from long ago, Tina Dworakowski, and I ended up finding Dick's obituary. I considered Dick Pickering a friend of mine. I was in the U of O Art Dept program in the late 70's and early 80's but I kept my distance from Dick because he was seemed prickly and grumpy to me. I think I was afraid of him. But that all...

One of the best Art professors I ever had. U of O 1981-82

I hired him to join us in Aspen for the 1970 summer session at Anderson Ranch, and bottlerocket wars were proof that he still knew how to have Fun. The kids loved the Ranch, and so did we in those Halcyon Days.
Love, Hank Murrow

Gitte, I too chose this seemingly random time to look at this page. Your entry helped me write my own.
love to you, tina

Even now so long after his passing tears well up in my eyes as I think of my good friend and mentor. Pickering was an inspiration all-ways. He was an amazing and profound storyteller, an artist of the "shaman" kind, though he would find something mocking to say about me using that word to describe him. My love for him and his friend and partner Rebecca Andrews, and their family is everlasting. We went on many adventures together, and there was alway a nourishing or humorous story at the end...

I am not sure what prompted me today to find out about Pickering.I am not sure someone will look at this note. I am an instructor, and I tell my students that I took basic Design three times- not because I failed but because Pickering's stories challenged and inspired. He changed me and my life, and the seeds he planted bear fruit every day I teach when I try to bring the same personal care to my students that he gave to me. Thank you Pickering!
Gitte Maronde, Chicago

What brings me here to this place, having not seen Dick since 1969?
A fine spring day on Texada Island.
Why?
In 1968, Dick visited me and my young family, out in the country, near Franklin. It was a fine spring day.
I think of Dick every spring, with warmth and gratitude.