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Robert Whitman

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Rev. Canon Robert S. S. Whitman

1915-2010 LENOX Rev. Canon Robert Shaw Sturgis Whitman, 94, of Union Street, Guilford, Conn., for 35 years Rector of Trinity Church in Lenox, died Tuesday morning at Connecticut Hospice in Branford, Conn.

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I took care of Mr. Whitman in his last years. He was a very kind man and I´m glad I was granted the opportunity to meet him and his family for a short time. I was thinking of him today and realized I wish I read and studied with him and Mrs. Whitman much more than I did. My interests were much different then and now as I´m very passionate about the Bible. I´m sure I could have got into some deep conversations with Mr. Whitman regarding God. Blessings to his daughters who were very kind as...

I remember wild rides in the land rover, to and from williamstown for folk services. i remember beating him in sailing races at the boat club. i remember Father Whitman picking up my dad to take him along to M.O.B. meetings at Colonel Wilde's truck stop in West Stockbridge, i remember my four year old standing in front of him at the fireworks at the boat club, and she belted out "sex and drugs and rock'n'roll" and i was mortified--he just grinned at me...i will forever remember his voice. my...

My sister,Abbie Spires, sent me the sad news of Rev. Whitman's death, I was a student at Foxhollow school and we would meet every friday for "religion!" Also, my grandfather Walden Pell taught him Latin at Lenox School . I have the fondest memories of him. Evie Burlinson (Thomson) class of '68.

'Ginkle Bob', our childhood way of saying 'Uncle Bob', was a friend of my family in Williamsburg, VA. My Dad became an Episcopal priest and followed Bob to the Berkshires, was Rector of St. James, taught at Lenox School and even became the Rural Dean of South Berkshire. Pierce & Jane Middleton, my parents, were Godparents for one of the Whitman girls and he and Eleanor were Godparents to my brother Kit. When I married in 1993 my husband got calls from Uncle Bob...and had to learn who he was-a...

Thank you for sending me to this website. Mr. Whitman (your Father) was clearly a significant thinker, leader of many and loving family man. He has clearly left a legacy of meaning. My thoughts are with your family at this time. Most warmly, PA Green

This wonderful man was my Uncle Bob, he was such a amazing Uncle to have, with his powerful voice, his sense of humor and his love for me, I will miss him terribly. My thoughts are with my Aunt and Cousins and his Grandchildren, whom have lost an incredible person that was a presense in their daily lives. I love you Uncle Bob, Your Niece..Kathleen

Memories of Rev. Whitman punctuated my youth and young adult years. He was constant link to my Lenox roots. I remember his teaching me how to be an Acolyte, his morning communion servies, his joy and enrgy at the annual church fairs, his love for sailing at the Boat Club, and his pastoral preswence at the time of my mother's death.
Rev. Whitman was part of the inspiration that eventually led to my own ordination. He willl be truely missed.

I was deeply sadden to learn of Canon Whitman's passing. He was a remarkable man and a person that strongly influenced my path in life. I was a student at Foxhollow School (19961-1964) and anxiously awaited his sermons every Sunday at Trinity Episcopal. During our 45th Class Reunion this last May, my husband and I were able to attend Trinity Church (now under construction) where I reveled in so many past memories. It truly is a measure of his influence that so many of us remember him after...

What a marvelous man Canon Whitman was. He once told me the story of how he worked for a woman with no arms, and how he marveled at how she was able to take care of herself using her toes. When he mentioned this to her; she said, "Not a day of my life goes by that I don't thank my Father. He loved me enough to allow me to hate him, and oh how I hated him. He was such a drill master, and demanded that I learn to take care of myself. There is now not a single day that goes by that I do...