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Robert Owen Callahan

San Francisco, California

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Robert Owen "Bob" Callahan Poet, writer, teacher, publisher, editor and raconteur extraordinaire Bob Callahan (Robert Owen) died in Berkeley, CA, in the early evening of January 28, 2008, after a long illness. Gifted with a silver tongue, rapid-fire synaptic flashes and a huge store of talk, he...

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My god, you have been gone 16 years...how can this be? You are still in my heart, and I think of our classes together and all that I learned from you. You will always be missed.

Thank you Bob for taking care of the publication of "Seventeenth-Century North America" by Carl Sauer.

I still have the two published issues of Callahan's Irish Quarterly on my shelf. I think Bob would be very pleased with all the ongoing cultural activity.

Another year gone by, Bob, and this was one that I'm glad you missed.

It is still so new & all we see is
the empty space,
but that is not how it is in
the landscape of the heart.

There,
there is no
empty space
& he still laughs
& grapples
with ideas & plans
& nods wisely
with each of us
in turn.

We are proud
to have known
him.

We are proud
to...

I think of you often. Thank you for your kindness, friendship, and generosity. The folkways collection is still with me.

Still missing Bob after all the years gone by.

A quick note from a postgraduate student in London

I should begin by saying that I never met Bob Callahan... But I am researching Lucia Berlin for my thesis, and I could not be more grateful to Bob and Eileen for Turtle Island, and for publishing Berlin's first collection, ANGELS LAUNDROMAT. It's one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and without it, who knows? I might never have had the chance to read and study Berlin's work.

So thank you, Bob. You have left an...

I met Bob, or "Cal" to me, in the spring semester, 1965, at Columbia School of General Studies. We were both taking a political science course and that brought us together. We were very close friends, and ushered at each other's weddings, his to the Noble and former Eileen Grace Rooney of Shippan Point, Stamford. CT.
After they moved to S.F. we corresponded for many years, lengthy letters on the state of the country, of the world, and of the Forty-Niners.
We finally found that...

I met you when I was 18; we married when I was 19, and you, 25. I loved you then, I love you now: so many years after your death, I love you still. What a long, wondrous and sometimes difficult time we had of it, all those years, and yet without reservation we came out at the end in love with each other! And what an unexpected and wonderful, gift to each other and ourselves our last years together were! Who would have imagined such a thing and we lived it, deeply, in each other's...