Roland Gustav Droitsch

Roland and I were classmates. In the Canterbury School class of `59. I was pleased to see him again at the school´s Centennial celebration in 2015. My condolences to his family and gratitude for fond memories.

Dear Danielle, Nicole and all the Droitsch Family, My children, Phyllis Jim, John, Andrew and I send our sympathy on the death of your father. Andrew, my youngest, remembers your father playing the violin in the back yard of your Jackson Street home. I remember him as a fine, kind and caring gentleman. And a very loving father. I send my love to all of you. Phyllis Shea

A scholar with joie de vivre, an autodidact with gusto And the smile!

I´m hesitant to be the first to comment on Roland´s incredible life, but someone has to start this off... He often enjoyed writing short poems so I offer this in memory of a man who always cared about others... In honor of Roland ----- Some people you meet, you never forget. You look back and say, so glad we met. Our paths took some twists, and then some turns. But as we get older, a lesson one learns. Good friends don´t die, they live on in our hearts. Thank you God for sharing...

When my mother first met Roland (I was almost 5 years old) I remember being scared because I was just confused about (who was this new stranger in our home?) I was just a little girl. But Roland put me right at ease right away. I remember he asked if I liked ice cream. I said yes! We went out for ice cream. We instantly got along! Some of my favorite memories of Roland were going on long sailing trips on the Atlantic Ocean as a family, going to Smithsonian museums together all over...