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GREGORY SCANLON Obituary
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Memories and Condolences
for GREGORY SCANLON
Fred Marks
November 27, 2012
Dear Jeanne
Thank you for sending me a copy of your lovingly assembled testimonies to Gregory's life and character.
What can I add ? Except to say the best any of us can do going forward is to follow in his spiritual footsteps by receiving the sacraments regularly (they are powerful!) and giving ourselves heart, mind, body, and soul to the Pro-Life cause that he championed so nobly (I'm contributing my two cents as an author)
All members of the Scanlon Family have been in my daily prayers, and there you will remain.
Wishing you all the best, In Christ.
Frances White
November 27, 2012
Dear Jeanne
At this time of the year - I will always remember your son Gregory.
What a kind and Godly man. We suffer from the loss of his presence but we rejoice in the fact that he is certainly with the Lord.
Ismael Casiano Jr.
November 27, 2012
To the Scanlon Family
I would like to offer you my deepest sympathy. Gregory was a gifted singer and musician, a man of great conviction and a very special and sensitive soul.
He will be missed.
Brad J Bordalampe
September 28, 2012
Hi Jeanne I lived in Ross, corner of Willow and Lagunitas. Went through Ross school from 6th to 8th grade with Greg and Kevin. I was friends with Kevin. Ross and those memories remain some of the strongest still. I wish I would have known Greg better other than this All American Stud who I was in awe of. I am so sorry for Kevin and your loss.
I lost my mother, father, and brother Jack in a very short time period.During my hardship my older brother basically pushed me out of the family business, manipulated everything behind my back to steal my family inheritance. He didn't get away with it. I'm retired at 49yrs old and am trying to make sense of it all, the anger, sadness of a life that is gone to me are all apart of my new reality. I'm trying to forgive and have faith in Gods overall plan.
Jeanne you sound like a wonderful woman, your insightfulness and strength are so evident in your words.
I visit Ross every couple of months, seems so different.
I remember my mother driving me up to your house to hang out with Kevin. I must have been in 6th grade, and out trots this small horse, your Irish Wolfhound, biggest dog I had ever seen.
God Bless Keep in touch
August 26, 2012
Dear Mrs. Negin
I am so glad you enjoyed my story. I had forgotten about it myself and those were some of the best years of my life! I also remember one class with Gregory our Senior year at Redwood High School, when he smiled when I walked in I always thought "wow". Guess I had a little crush.
I only found out about Gregorys passing because his name popped into my brain one day and I googled him. Of course I knew him as Greg Negin not Scanlon, so when the site came up I thought that's strange and kept thinking " Oh no, no that's not him. Then I saw your name, his picture and Tiburon and I still kept thinking, (hoping), this simply can't be. I am so sorry.
Reading all the posts was simply amazing to see how many people he touched in his far too short life. Strangely a friend of mine since five years old, we lost touch over the years, have reconnected when she saw my posting. I had been trying to find Jayne for years, she was looking for me too! So even after two years Gregorys he did something nice for me.
I am an only child and am very close to my mom, we talk every day. I told her about you and Gregory, because at first I was hesitant to post anything. I guess I am shy even on the web! My mom said you must do this. His mom will want to hear your story no matter how small. I am glad I did. My mom lives in Marin too.
Smiles and Hugs, Jasmin
Jasmin Brown (Witthoft)
August 9, 2012
I am so sorry to hear about Greg's passing. We went to Redwood High School together. I didn't really know him, nor him me. However during football season our senior year, the cheerleaders (me being one) played a prank on the team and kidnapped the players early in the morning from their homes for a surprise breakfast. Greg was sound asleep in a sleeping bag in front of the TV and none of us wanted to wake him because he looked so peaceful. Then one of the other girls handed me a feather, (where she got this I have no idea), and told me to tickle his face. So I did, and as he was waking up all the girls said a collective "Aww". He was very handsome.
After that Greg always gave a big smile when I saw him.
I wish I had known Greg better. From reading these entries it is clear he was an amazing man, friend, brother and son.
Wherever Gregory is he is lighting it up with his smile.
Matt Tasley
May 8, 2012
Gregory and I went to Ross School together from 6th grade to eighth. I will be writing about our times to gether.
Matt Tasley
May 6, 2012
My name is Matt Tasley and I was best friends with Gregory Scanlon at Ross Elementary School in Ross Ca. in 1974. We had wild swimming parties at Gregory"s house in Ross where we jumped off the roof skinny dipping into the pool with Clay Lansill, Dave Richardson, George Salladin, Chris Bonbright, Tim Johnson, and many other fellows from Ross. Greg was the leader always he grew up faster than all of us. We had wild parties at a young age and Greg started going out with girls early on. Greg was always an avid entertainer at all the parties he loved giving and recieving attention. I remember that he was also a boxer and loved sports. We ate mushrooms and left them in my dads fridge and twenty years later my dad was suprised to get an amends letter from Greg sayiny he was sorry for that . Obviously Greg had a good memory and was doing new things. I remember when Greg had moved to New York and sent me a very personal letter saying that he had found his savior Jesus Christ and had taken up playing the guitar and writing and playing songs about god and all his blessings. Greg had found a new and very exciting way of life. I am grateful that Greg found God before his passing and I am sure he is in Heaven now. I love Gregs soul forever. Sincerely Matt Tasley.
May 4, 2012
I will miss you Greg. With much love from your family in Buffalo, Dan
Catherine Adago
April 23, 2012
Dear Mrs Negin
I am so sorry I did not write this sooner, I believe I wrote this on your birthday, Gregory will have passed away two years in June. I want to say Gregory was a kind and respectful young man who stood up for the moral principles he believed in. As his mother it may be of comfort to you to know he was a ( good and faithful servant) and is missed at Holy Trinity Church. I am sure he looks after you and prays for you.
Sincerely Catherine
Gregory on a balcony at the Temple Hotel in San Francisco
Bret Putnam
April 2, 2012
Bret Putnam
March 6, 2012
I met Gregory in the summer of 1994 at the 86 Group in San Francisco's Chinatown. The 86ers, as we called ourselves, was a Friday night AA meeting for men; it was 90 minutes of truth-telling, an extraordinary meeting where guys really got honest. Gregory was one of the first fellows who reached out to me when I was new in San Francisco.
Often after the meeting we would walk a couple of blocks to the A-1 Restaurant, a little Chinese hole-in-the-wall where the food was good and the prices were right. That was our meeting-after-the-meeting. Sometimes we would meet our “normie” friend Mark Campanelli there. (A “normie” is someone who is not an addict/alcoholic.) Gregory introduced me to Mark—at the time they had a songwriters' roundtable, where they would get together and critique each other's songs
Gregory was living at the Temple hotel, a fleabag place in the shadow of the Bank of America headquarters on the edge of the Financial District. The Temple was torn down eight or nine years ago, but back in the '90s there was something special about it. Dark and majestic; it was Gregory's home and his temple.
I took some photos of Gregory at the Temple – in his room, in a hallway, and playing his guitar on a balcony with the neon Temple sign in the background. Later, these shots were up on his website during the years he lived in New York.
In '94 on weekends sometimes we played football in Golden Gate Park, and hung out on Haight Street afterwards. In '95 I moved to the Golden Eagle Hotel on Broadway and Montgomery in North Beach, and Mark had a real apartment just off Broadway on Kearney, and Gregory was at the Temple on Pine and Kearney. The three of us would throw the football around in Washington Square Park. Gregory and I played basketball once or twice too – at a court in the Marina - and sometimes we would get competitive with each other, not that either of us was any good. But I remember Gregory diffusing the tension by saying we were both about the same size, which made us natural rivals, so hey, let's not take the competition too seriously.
Gregory was sensitive, and he could be caring and helpful, and he was often good-natured and funny, too. He had his character defects, as we all did; we were recovering alcoholics. Gregory had some stories to tell. He told me about how his father was a professional boxer, and about riding motorcycles as a youth, and about the moving company he started down in L.A. with Kevin. (He had a photo of himself with a giant truck to prove it.)
Gregory didn't like being called Greg. I remember sometimes I would slip and call him Greg and he would fix me with a disappointed look, and then say, “By the way, Bret, my name is Gregory – not Greg.” Okay, Greg, I thought, I'll call you Gregory – it's a little formal, but that's fine with me.
In SF, when I knew him, Gregory never seemed to have a steady job (neither did I, most of the time). Once he got a gig as a sales and stock person at a golf store on Grant just outside the Chinatown gates - but he only lasted about a week. The boss told him he “wasn't cut out for retail.” Gregory didn't have a lot of cash, but he gave to the indigent. He told me once that he tithed his money to the poor. He went to mass from time to time (and I joined him once), though the Catholic church didn't seem to be a focal point of his life.
Gregory started a band with Mark, who played bass and guitar, and with brother Kevin, who played keyboards, but I never got to hear them play. I remember Gregory wanted to practice frequently, to make the band into something. He carried his guitar with him a lot: he'd bring it to the laundromat, to the park, or even to an AA meeting, and break out a tune after the meeting.
Gregory liked a girl named Zoe who was a barista at Mario's Bohemian Cigar Store Cafe on Washington Square Park. I went in there once with Gregory, and it was apparent Zoe reciprocated Greg's feeling, though I'm not sure anything ever came of it, because I never knew Gregory to have a girlfriend.
Gregory had another dilemma, and that was acting vs. music. He'd talk to me about songwriting and music, and I'd say, “Well, Gregory, it sounds like you want to be a professional musician.” And he'd reply, “But acting, man, acting is so much more.”
Gregory told me he had had some success in acting. He was a lifetime member of the Actors Studio, where Shelley Winters had seen him act and had praised his work.
The music vs. acting dilemma went on for a while, and Gregory was torn. Around this time, late ‘94, early ‘95, Gregory started talking about moving to New York. The idea was percolating in him. For Gregory, New York was the place where he could really engage his acting passion. For many months he considered the move. He once joked about how people in the meetings must be getting tired of hearing him talk about it. “Go already!” he imagined people saying. “Stop talking, and make the move.”
And move he did.
So now I'm left with just the memories. A little snapshot in San Francisco time. Gregory at the Temple.
lisa brown
February 18, 2012
Dear Jeanne
This song always reminds me of Gregory, Garth Brooks (The Dance). Gregory and I thought maybe you would like it. Love Lisa Brown
jeanne negin
February 18, 2012
Dearest Lisa, It will be almost two years since Gregory has passed away. When I opened up his Guest Book and read your memory of what the two of you shared you gave me my son back. I listened to (The Dance) three times and cried, the lyrics are so real in all of our lives. I could see you and Gregory dancing to this song. The sensitivity you both had is in the lyrics. (Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I'd would have to miss the Dance). White Angel wings holding a heart.You are a lovely, caring, and thoughful women. God Bless You Jeanne, Gregory's mother.
robert
January 25, 2012
Jeanne and Kevin-- My deepest condolences on the passing of Gregory. I just learned of this a couple of days ago. Even though we hadn't been in contact for a couple of years,this news has hit hard. Kevin, we spoke several years ago about sports memorabilia, if I am not mistaken.
I lived in the area a block away from Gregory for ten years. I played my guitar in the park for hours when Gregory introduced himself,probably sometime around 2004.
As I recall, he was totally bald at that time, now I assume from chemo. Gregory never let on his condition and he grew his hair back--in the back of your mind you thought something was not right, but Gregory was a trouper and very guarded.
He walked with a cane for awhile before the hip operation. He indicated the problem stemmed from his years of being a mover.
I am happy to say that I visited him in the hospital after the hip operation--happy in the sense that we never got to mend fences- so this was the least a friend could do.
I remember him thanking the lord profusely in the hospital for making the operation a success. I remember thinking to myself, I hope you thanked those wonderful servants of the lord-your surgeons with SOME of that enthusiam!
I am certain he did.
Gregory was a fine musician--that loss in an of itself is something to grapple with.
As your other entries have indicated, conversations could get contentious and that ultimately lead to our falling out--but that was on my part,as Gregory was always cordial and helpful when I ran into him in the neighborhood. There was never any animosity on either part.
I figured that when my life was less stressful, it would be easier to carry on a conversation and talk about music and what progress we were making.
I had asked several aquaintences if they had seen him lately and they too, were unaware.
A significant time has elapsed.
I kind of figured he moved and I was going to ask about him at the hotel at some point.
Anyway, as situations developed, I was speaking to an old time fighter, and I mentioned Gregory's dad--this lead me to the internet and this terrible news.
There are alot of great anechdotes I can tell you about Gregory. If the two of you are ever in town, perhaps we can sit over coffee.
There is no question he was an incredibly generous soul.
The hard headedness we are laughing about in retrospect also served him very well--and it challenged me to be a better musician--as in, Robert, why are you throwing those notes away?, you can do better than that.
The funny thing is not only did Gregory insist on being called by his full name, he insisted on calling ME by my full name too!--even though I have been called Rob for decades.
I never asked him, but I figured that maybe he was named after Saint Gregory, so it would be disrespectful to call him Greg--and he applied that to others.
Kevin,I am so glad you posted and recorded some of Greg's later works on Youtube.
There was one song in particular on Every Fall
that I thought was spectacular- it rocked,had a great hook and alot of catchy words -lyrics I didn't understand!- and I thought it was great-absolutely great!
The rest of the CD had echoes of Paul Simon's folk period- nice!
The music you posted on youtube is phenomenal but the style he was working on was a departure from the mostly folk influence on the CD. I am glad you captured this later period, as well. It demonstrated Gregory's unique harmonic mastery and focused soley on guitar. I had encouraged him to put out a CD of that work.
It saddens me to watch that video as much as I am glad you posted it.
I prefer to still think that Gregory hasn't passed, he has just moved--I am sure he would agree!
Mark Campanelli
January 7, 2012
I recently learned of Gregory's passing and am deeply saddened. My most sincere condolences to you, Jeanne and Kevin. I will always remember Gregory as a kind, sensitive and good-hearted man.
I first met Gregory in the early 90's at the YMCA in China Town, San Francisco. He liked that I was writing song lyrics while working out and introduced himself. Thereafter, we hung out together and played music at various open mics. I was really blown away by his performances of “Nighttime Walk” and “Every Fall”, especially. These are extremely intelligent creations with complex chords, thoughtful lyrics, and sung with a passion that only Gregory could deliver. I would love to get a copy of any and all of Gregory's CDs, and I encourage any musician to learn and play some of Gregory's music to keep it alive. I think he would appreciate that. Also, Kevin, thank you for posting a video of Gregory's performance on YouTube. I would love for you to put up a video of yourself playing your original song “Brother”.
God Bless you, Gregory. You will be remembered.
Mary Molina
December 13, 2011
Dear Jeanne
I am glad you are alright from your scary traffic accident and sorry about your car being totaled, Your Guardian Angel (Gregory) was protecting you from getting seriously injured..
Your recollection of Gregory and Lisa was very touching, and yet I was saddened that their relationship could not have been repaired, despite what Gregory had done, but when you are very young and sometimes foolish and in a relationship you really don't realize how a certain incident can affect everyone including Gregory, as much as Lisa.
I produced Gregory's CD (Every Fall) I believed in his songwriting, singing, and energy to make it known. He worked so hard at getting this accomplished. Without an agent it is improbable for anyone in the Arts to become known. If I had been in New York I would have been his agent, and we would now be listening to at least one song that made it to the top from (Every Fall)
I was also Gregory's Muse, In Greek Mythology, there were nine sister goddesses, presiding over song, and poetry the Arts and sciences.
I was one as a source of inspiration and guiding to Gregory.
Gregory told me you are a wonderful and great mother as well as a "best friend" to your sons. I commend and admire you for your nurturing and disciplinary actions when warranted as they were growing up. Gregory and Kevin Loved and respected you very much, knowing you were trying to give them guidance.
You raised two wonderful and very handsome sons. I now know where Gregory got his zest for life, How he respected people and his kindness and thoughtfulness to others
I first met Gregory in Los Angeles, then he moved to New York (we remained friends from Los Angeles to New York until his passing we were still in touch. We continued our friendship for fifteen years.)
Jeanne and Kevin take care of yourselves until me meet again, I will meet Gregory in Heaven as he will be writing his music, playing his guitar, and singing with the Angels.
Gloria Hartley
December 6, 2011
Dear Jeanne, There are many things to say about Gregory. He would always correct me in a gentle way that he liked to be called by his proper name not Greg. This annoyed some but not me. Gregory and I were volunteers at the Holy Trinity soup kitchen and shelter. Through this association we became friends. Gregory was a very caring, loving human being who was kind and gentle and always willing to give a hand up as well as a hand out. On Friday nights he would come to the shelter and help out with the task at hand and sometimes the cooking as well and laying out of the beds and serving of the food. He would play his music and sing songs while the men ate. He would stay after dinner to engage the men in conversation and give them encouragement. On Sunday morning after mass he would help make sandwiches for the breakfast program and stand at the door with me to give out the food.
Often we would attend concerts. He loved music an he loved GOD. He was never mean or rude to anyone that I know of. Yes, he could be testy and sometimes annoying but, we all can be. Over all Gregory was a decent, loving person, he was one of the good ones. He was always striving for and expecting perfection. It was also part of his nature. For those of us who really knew and understood him, we loved him. I keep him in my prayers and I know he is in the arms of the heavenly father.
Professor Gloria Hartley
Fashion Institute of Technology NY
Francis White
October 29, 2011
Dear Jeanne
Life is so short we never know when that last day will come. So we live life to the fullest, Laught, Smile, and think of all the good God has given us.
God I believe does not want a whining baby - That's why Gregory never complained - or revealed his true situation. So much a man - So much a good son of God. He still makes me laugh when I think of him. That son of yours was a real "pisser" excuse my language. But he would chuckle at my description of his ways. Dearest Gregory - he was truly one of a kind! You had so much to do with it Jeanne, you are a good Mamma.
God Bless you - never give up and never believe your son is not still with you every step of the way.
Boy, did he love his Mamma! You should be so proud. He was so good, strong, handsome, smart and Godly. What more could a mother ask for.
Lois Pestanina
September 28, 2011
Greg and I met at a Boarding Prep School in Belmont, CA. It was the first year it went co-ed. At that time it was called College of Notre Dame, it has since changed its name to Notre Dame De Namur, in French it means (Our Lady, town of Namur). This is where the order was founded in the city of Belgium on the mence river south east of Brussels.
If it had not been for the school going co-ed that year and they needed a balance of men, I doubt Greg would have qualified, as his high school grades were not that good. Greg's first year he made the Dean's List.
We became a couple and every weekend I would go home with him to Mr. and Mrs. Negin's home on Laurel Grove in Kentfield. I would pack two huge suitcases. Greg used to say to me, "Have you ever heard of a back-pack?" We rode his motorcycle all over Marin County. He would sneak it out of a neighbor's garage so his mother would never know. I don't think she ever knew he owned a motorcycle, as she was so against them and was afraid he would get into an accident and be hurt.
Greg's brother Kevin had a very dry sense of humor, unlike Greg, who would act silly and do anything outrageous to make people laugh. I was always thin, Greg liked that about me. Kevin use to tell his brother, "She is so skinny, she could be shot out of a cannon."
One night after a concert where we had both had too much to drink, we were in the laundry room having an argument, his mother could hear us, she walked in and said, "What's going on here" Lois go to the main part part of the house, Greg go somewhere until you cool off.
During Spring Break I invited Greg to come home with me to Kona. My parents' home in Kona is in the coastal area on the west side of the Hawaii islands. My father was vice president of Kona Coffee. We had a home built in three sections all adjoining the main house, two sections could be used by guests as my father entertained a lot. It was on a hill so every section had a fabulous view. Greg and I took the third section the farthest away from the main house. We had such a great time. We rented a motorcycle, I showed him all around Kona, and we took in a fifty mile radius of the island.
My father came to S.F. to visit me, Greg invited his mother to lunch. We were all so compatible, laughed, talked, and had a great time.
Greg and I fit, we went to concerts, movies, shared our homework together, plays. We went to plays Greg was performing in at school as the lead or secondary player. He loved acting then. Or we would just hang out.
After we left school, Greg went to USF in SF., I moved on to a school on the East Coast. We lost touch after that.
Greg ,you will always be the favorite highlight in my life. Goodbye my partner. I Love You.
Teresa St. Juste
September 25, 2011
I first saw Gregory on the 5th. Ave bus coming from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. He was a nice looking and a clean young man.. There are usually only black people on this bus going cross town to catch another bus to go home, after working as assistants for the wealthy. He got off at 79th St where he lived.
The next time I saw Gregory was at Holy Trinity Church, where the last Sat. of each month we pray the rosary, one side reads, the other side responds, we do 5 decades of the rosary, then we do the Benediction. After mass we say hello to any one that is new, Gregory welcomed me. I would invite Gregory to my home for dinner, I would also invite Priests.
Gregory wanted me to intervene on his behalf with a young black woman where he picked up his mail at the post office. He said "Teresa, there is a very nice young woman at the post office she is the manager, I would like to talk to her, maybe she is your friend or you know her. I would like a proper introduction." "I said what do you think I am a matchmaker?" I told him you are the man introduce yourself and talk to her. He laughed.
I did talk to her on Gregory's behalf, she was engaged, and soon to be married. She told me he would wait to get his mail and keep his eyes on her, in a peek a boo way. I never realized how shy Gregory really was.
Gregory you would date a black woman? In NYC everything is acceptable, you are so Patrician looking, with your blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and over all refinement. Everyone that met you thought you were born in Upper Manhattan, close to 5th. ave and you were a "trust fund baby" He said" however it is I am not like that, she seems like a nice person." Gregory did not see color, only the person. He went by bicycle to churches in Harlem, and the Hispanic areas in N.Y.
I was born and raised in Haiti, I wanted to be a nun and went to the Salesiennes Nuns. It was my families decision to leave, as I was the only daughter and could not devote my life only living for God. In 1963 my parents chose a man for me to marry. My husband sold Mahogany carvings from our local artisans in Nassur, and the Bahamas. We moved to the Bahamas. In those days if you were pregnant ,your child must be born there. In 1964 I made arrangements to send my baby to my mother in Haiti.
In 1965 my husband and I came to the U.S. I worked for a Judge Mr & Mrs. Dihill in Coconut Grove,Miami, to take care of their children and teach them French. After one year We looked for a live in job. I went to work for Mr. & Mrs. Hoffman. Mr. Hoffman at age 29 invented Helium Gas to Fight the Nazi's in World War II. We lived on an estate of 54 acres in Orchard Hill Connecticut. My husband was the Chauffeur, my official capacity was overseeing the maids, laundress, cooks, chauffeur, travel arrangements, plus sending to his attorney monthly household financial reports.
Mrs. Hoffman and I traveled back and forth to their homes in Orchard Hill, Connecticut to Boynton Beach, Florida. I had two more children while on the job, Mrs. Hoffman build two more rooms on the homes to accommodate us. All three children traveled with us. My children were the first black children to live on the Island, and in this area, they went to private school at Saint Mark Catholic School. They were raised there from 1966 to 1976.
In 1976 I went to work in Palm Beach County, Florida as an officially certified translator. I speak Black Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English. I retired after 18 yrs., and moved to the Upper West Side in Manhattan where I met Gregory. My son Mark is an International Financial Advisor, My daughter Margie lives in Los Angeles, she is a songwriter and singer, she has just produced a new CD bringing back Bob Marley with a great up to date sound and lyrics. My Daughter Stephanie is the managing agent for Bond of N.Y. in Manhattan, where she lives. I love my children and am, very proud of them.
There were times Gregory and I would sit in church and gossip about the fat people, it was usually me making the comments, and Gregory laughing.
Gregory used to say to me "you remind me of my mother," she still thinks I am 17 yrs. old, I am a 45 year old man. I have never gone home to stay in my sickness, I did not want my mother to worry about me, or my mother and brother to feel sorry for me, and the need to take care of me.
Gregory introduced his beloved woman friends Juliette Sergile, me, Ann Gilmartin, Francis White, Mary, also Clifford Proctor, Father Jesus and Fred Marks, on his death bed , so we could relay all the things he wanted to say to his Mother, but never could.
No one rose above his mother, he always wanted her approval, and received it with weekly phone calls and letters, most of all he loved her so much, and admired her. He told me he wanted his CD "Every Fall" to become a hit. He said to me " I want to take care of my mom financially, buy her a house, and make sure she never has to work again." My Mother is a good Mother.
At first I though Gregory was a mama's boy. He was not !
Any son that loves and respects his mother that much, would love his wife and children with the same faithfulness, respect and loyalty.
When I saw Gregory outside Holy Trinity Church after mass holding on to the railing he was very sick. His body was divided into two parts, The entire right side was swollen twice its size, even his eyes were swollen. Only Juliette and I were there, Mnsg. Thomas after mass ran down the stairs, without a glance at Gregory. He said "Teresa I have to go to the hospital" I said I would take him to St. Vincents or Beth Israel which were close by. He said "no Teresa I cannot afford to go there, take me to Bellevue" I asked him what he would like and he said Cranberry juice, I said stay right here, went and bought the cranberry juice. He said "Teresa I cannot take a cab I only have enough money in my pocket for the bus" The bus is fifty cents. I then hailed a cab, I wrote out all the instruction, The cab driver was Haitian , he said " don't worry mama, I'll take care of everything." Gregory said to me "Teresa why are you doing this all for me, when you are not well yourself, you are always ready to help everyone" Always remember I am your black mama.
His mind was not together. He knew he was dying. Before he got into the cab he said "Teresa I will not be coming back, my Cancer has come back in full force" I told him your Mother should be here, his comment was "she cannot afford to come" Juliette sent his mother the tickets. When I called, he said " Teresa because of your prayers, my mother has come, she is here right now at my bedside,then he started to cry"
Everything Gregory believed in was because he was on a mission. He was so close to God he was not afraid of death. Gregory went through so much in twelve years - God was waiting for him to serve.
Jeanne Negin
September 24, 2011
To Teresa St. Juste in appreciation for writing a testimonial to her friend, my son Gregory Scanlon.
I first met Teresa when I was sitting by Gregory's bedside in the ICU at Bellevue Hosp. She came into the room in a wheelchair, as it is a long distance from the lobby to the 3rd floor, and she was having leg problems at the time.
I need to say Teresa doe's not just come into a room - (she enters a room) because of her presence and baring. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, with a white large brimmed hat and a small black ribbon around the brim, and the rest of her outfit to match. She was so classic and elegant.
Teresa is a Black Haitian women 5'11" tall, svelte, bright, educated, and gifted with energy, laughter, and fun. She was Gregory's friend for over eight years. If Playboy Magazine ever did a pictorial of women over sixty, she would be on the cover. We have stayed in touch and become good friends.
Tim Johnson
September 16, 2011
The love I have for motorcycles began with Greg (Sompy) and I Tim Johnson (Jocko) riding Honda mini bikes on Spring Road in Ross.
As we got older Greg graduated to a Honda 450 and I used to ride on the back.
One time I remember riding on the back of Greg's Honda in the rain. We were on our way to Greg's girlfriends house (Eva Tuffanelli). We leaned into a turn doing about 35MPH, and our tires went onto the double yellow lines. Greg hit the front brakes, next thing I knew the bike slipped out from under us and we slid across the pavement and tumbled into a dirt ditch.
As we went through Junior and Senior year in High School everyone had motorcycles and we used to ride in packs of 7 or 10 bikes at a time..We were very excited about our bikes RD350, Kawasaki 650 Honda 450, etc. We thought our bikes were the best.
One day Greg showed up at Redwood Hi with a Newly released prized motor cycle of the year. Rated #1 by Cycle Trend Magazine. He was not on a 350 or 450, No Sir, the bar was much higher. He was on a 1000 but not just a 1000. It was a Z1. The coolest bike around. It idled like a tiger and when he hit the gas it took off like a rocket.
Jeanne had sent me a letter that Greg had written remembering the Z1 from New York.
It mentioned how Greg and I were riding the bike at over 100MPH blowing the doors off Lee Majors (Redbo) on his Honda 450. I remember it clearly as we pinned the needle on the tachometer in the Bolinas Straights. It was great.
It brought back so many Wonderful memories of all the fun we use to have. We used to get out of class at 12:30 or so, get on our motorcycles and ride over Mount Tam to Stinson Beach. We would put on swim suits, go play some hoops or volleyball and swim with the girls in the ocean. After that we might Barbecue at Stinson Beach park and always finish with a road race back through Olema to home. It was great! How I miss those days and all the fun I used to have with Greg and the boys.
Greg and Kevin 1971
Kevin Scanlon
September 14, 2011
Gregory was one of the most honest people I ever knew.His advice was always meant from the heart. Towards the end of his life Gregory committed himself to a life of giving rather that receiving. He was incredibly funny and a lover of music. During the 70's he wore out Ted Nugent Cat Scratch fever while I was in my room wishing he would turn it down. We wore out Elton John's Tumbleweed Connection nice times on Spring Road. I miss speaking with Gregory and as the years pass that is something I will deeply miss. One can only hope at the end of one's life is to live fully and right some of the wrongs we have done....I believe when people die young they have met all the requirements to pass into the next life. I am still hear to learn more life lessons while Gregory completed his journey with courage and Grace. Kevin
To the good times, we had so many!
Clay Lansill
August 31, 2011
Greg we miss you, you lived a full life fulfilling your dream, following your passion and being a friend in deed. We have all been there behind you in support of your endevours and hope you have found peace in the next world. All our love.
August 22, 2011
Jeanne, thank you for contacting me. I was sad to read about Greg's passing. I have many fond memories of our friendship that started when you moved to Ross. Greg and I lost touch after high school, but reconnected a little when I moved back from Australia. We saw each other when he was living in LA and I was down there for a wedding. He came to visit me at my sister in laws and pulled up in his Red Toyota Long bed truck from high school. That was the last time I remember seeing him.
I have some great memories of Greg in high school. I used to watch him ride his motorcycle at what is now Larkspur landing. Back then it was just dirt hills, and no one there, perfect for riding.
Once at a party at my house Greg and some of his friends got into some bath powder, they covered their faces with it and came upstairs for everyone to see.....it was probably Greg's idea!
I also remember hanging out at the many different houses he lived in. Greg would call me to say he had moved again. All the houses were beautifully decorated with African art and furniture by his Mom. I think there were two in Ross, one in Kentfield and the last one I visited was in Pacific Heights, San Francisco! Greg was always proud of how creative his Mom was and how beautiful the houses were.
Another memory I have is from traffic school. Greg and I ended up in the same night class. He was there for speeding, I was there for not stopping at a stop sign....two long nights of traffic school. It was easier to endure because we had each other there. Around this time Greg was into a TV series called Rich Man Poor Man, he asked me to come over to watch it, I was hooked. We would try to get together every week to watch it, either at my house or his.
Greg was fun to be around, he was funny, energetic, a risk taker and he had a sweet thoughtful side. I miss him and wish we had not lost touch. It is comforting to remember the great times we had growing up together.
I wish Jeanne and Kevin my condolences and wish you both all the best.
Julianne Havel
Dan Talbot
August 21, 2011
"Great to see you on facebook Mrs.Negin"
I was very sad to hear of your and Kevin's loss. Greg was a great guy and I thought of him from time to time, through the years he will be in my thoughts always.
I hope you and Kevin are well.
All my best Dan Talbot
Robert Smeltz
August 15, 2011
Gregory impacted all of the nurses and doctors who cared for him in the weeks proceeding his death. He is remembered as being thoughtful and insightful. He often was more concerned about those around him than himself. He was extremely generous of spirit. I am fortunate to have had the chance to meet him and his loving mother, Jeanne. Both have found their place in the hearts of many.
Kevin Wiltz
August 10, 2011
Dear Jeanne and Kevin, I had lost touch with Greg many years ago after high school but I do have some fond memories of playing Babe Ruth Baseball together. I am still playing baseball at 51. Greg always had the greatest laugh that just made everyone attracted to him. My deepest condolences to you and your family.
Michael Lambert
August 9, 2011
You are a great man Greg and I miss you dearly. You were an inspiration to me and all whom you met. You challenged me to grow deeper in my faith, always had a smile and made everyone feel better about themselves, and went out of your way to help anyone. God bless you...
Susan Schustak
August 4, 2011
Jeanne, please accept my deepest condolences on the passing of Greg. He was a glowing light of energy and sparkling creativity.
Janet Pestaina
August 1, 2011
+God Bless you
Gregory and I met in February of 2000 at an open mic at The Starbucks Cafe on 7th Avenue in Manhattan near Penn Station. There he beautifully sang and played guitar and accompanied me at times when I sang - I was continuing to get experience in singing, because in December of that year I would resign from my regular job to become a Singer, still am and will always be. Gregory and I encouraged each other's artistry. He's such a beautiful, lovely Singer and Guitar player and beautiful,Lovely person. He especially played James Taylor songs, Van Morrisons's Moondance, and his own wonderful songs at the open mic.. Because he and I Loved James Taylor so much, he arranged a duet for us; his arrangement of James Taylor's "Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight." We Loved performing this and it brought us closer together. We immediately were drawn together personally and musically. As two devout Christians, putting God first in our lives, we talked about faith and raised each other up. His faith made him speak so Lovingly to everyone, that even when we left a store, if he didn't get to say thank you enough, he ran back up the street to go back to the store and say thank you to the attendant at the store; I was so struck by this and it happened a few times. These things made me fall in Love with him and for a time Gregory and I did Love each other. Paul at Starbucks gave us a certain look at times that made me feel that others could see that too. After we sang at the open mic, he did walk me back to Penn Station usually from what I remember, and we talked about many things. I wrote songs about him that will be on a CD, and I'm touched by him as a fellow Chrisitian and person. He's a gentleman and I hadn't met someone quite like him. Eventually, we were just friends and there for each other. His Love for acting and my interest and Love drew us to see movies like "I Walk The Line" and "Become Jane" together, as well as one at The Paris Theatre in NYC.. We also saw the play "Spring Awakening." We began to share my birthday for a few years and for his 50th I got to leave him a card and present that had the purple he Loves in it; and a 50s and 60s CD compilation which I was so happy that he listened to all of on his birthday and he said he Loved so much. He said he loved the harmonies on "Cherish"
He and I also Loved Janis Joplin and sang one of her songs at a gig in Manhattan. He Loved that she lived in San Fransisco, Janis Joplin, and we also bonded over her music. He also Loves jazz and came to my 31st birthday brunch at The Blue Note, which we enjoyed. It was sweet and for him also to meet my best friend, Vera. He and I were also mutual friends with John Walz at the open mic at Starbucks, and when John W. accompanied me at my first gig, Gregory was there and then came on stage with us...sweet memory. Virtually almost every memory of him has sweetness, because he's a devoted person in his gentleness and kindness and Lovingness. He was there, and I always knew that I could count on him, which I so appreciated, and I was there for him. I have 212-712-1718 still in my heart because as someone I Loved and then my friend he's special and genuine. He was more reserved when I met him, so I'm looking forward to reading entries of his "wild days" ha ha. God Bless him, God Bless you, Gregory's Mom, and God Bless you all.
+God's Peace,
Love,
Janet
Juan Ernesto Miranda
July 31, 2011
I remember one day that I was leaving the New York Public Library I met Gregory at the door. We walked out together and as he was removing the lock from his bicycle he told me that somebody had stolen his bicycle before. I think he told me they stole two bicycles from him.
One evening, after we finished praying the Rosary in church,almost the whole group walked together to Clifford's apartment, he had cooked spaghetti and meat balls and he invited the whole group for dinner. Gregory came along and brought his guitar with him that night. After we had dinner Gregory played his guitar and sang for us. Clifford played the organ and sang, as well. It was a memorable and unforgettable night that I will always cherish.
Michelle O'Brian
July 26, 2011
Dear Jeanne and Kevin
I was one of Greg's friends in Los Angeles. I just now heard of his passing away. My heart felt so empty, he talked about the two of you alot in such a loving way, he would tell me this is my family, my mother, and my brother. I hope what I write next will help you in your grief and loss. He was'nt my son or brother, I can't even imagine what the two of you are going through, as I felt so much pain knowing he was no longer around to be my friend.
REMEMBERANCE
"Remember, I am with you always, until the end of time. Matthew 28:20
IMMORTALITY
The souls of the just are in the hand of God and no torment can touch them. They seemed in the view of the foolish to be dead and passing away was thought an affliction and their going forth from us a destruction. BUT THEY ARE IN PEACE. For if before others indeed they are punished, yet is the hope full of immortality. chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed, because God tried them worthy of himself. As gold in the furnace, he proved them,and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.
HOME
Lord, you have called home one whom you truly love, gone now from this earthly dwelling, leaving behind those who mourn. Grant that as we grieve we may hold memory dear, living in hope of your eternal kingdom where you promise to bring us together again.
TRUST IN THE HEART OF CHRIST
O heart of love, I place all my trust in you. I fear all things from my own weakness, but I hope for all things from your goodness.
Jesus, meek and humble of heart, Make our hearts like your heart.
Goodbye Gregory, thank you for your presence in my life.
Fred Marks
July 26, 2011
1. One of the greatest men I have ever known. He had extraordinary courage, kindness, zeal for his faith, and he was a gentleman.
2. When leading a Bible Study for the Catholic Evidence Guild, I found that I had one student who was 100% reliable and always ready to contribute - Gregory - as he insisted on being called.
3. I had the privelege of joining him on the sidewalk in front of Mahhattan's #1 aboruary with rosary in hand, and I saw him save a life! I'd been in many situations like this before - never seen a sidewalk counselor actually talk a couple out of having an abortion ( it took him about an hour but he did it) The last remark he said to them is ( why don't you wait until God takes your child)
4. He would often show up when the Guild was evangalizing in Grand Central or Washington Square Park and join in our work. He was very capable in discussion and had a wonderful way of ingratiating himself with strangers. He could win their confidence within minutes. He was smooth, yet uncompromising in upholding TRUTH.
5. I dream someday having a small portion of Gregory's modest, humility (of a man - not a doormat)
6. After joining my wife and myself for dinner, he wrote a "Thank You" note - old fashioned courtesy.
7. He was the ideal student because he was fully enthusiastic.
These are remarks about Gregory from his friend, Fred Marks
Harvard - Published six books
Fr. Jesus Arellano CM
July 22, 2011
It was November 2009, when I met Gregory for the first time. Every day, after the celebration of the Mass, a young man came into the sacristy with the sacred object in his hands, helping to clear the Alter. Curiously, he was always ready to express some remarks about the very Celebration itself or about the preaching of the priest. They were moments of fun, yet for him the remarks were a serious matter. In one occasion one of the priests commented to me "at least there is one who pays close attention to the words I preach."
Because in that moment I was hardly struggling with the English Language, as I had just arrived from Navarra, Spain, he was willing to help me specially the pronunciation of English words, so patient, he committed himself in the impossible task of making me sound like an American. Little by little, I discovered the special and profound convictions of this young man. He was a real Christian, a real Catholic, with a sincere love of Jesus Christ, his lord and a profound spiritual wisdom.
I understood then that Gregory's life had purpose, a secret center of unity and understanding and its name was JESUS CHRIST.
One morning he came to Holy Trinity Church riding his bicycle. When he saw me in the street, he stopped to greet with me. I realized how swollen was his arm and hand was and I expressed my concern about it. He smiled when I told him to see a doctor, it was an old struggle, something that had accompanied him for a long time, I noticed that he had learned the huge and difficult lesson of suffering, sharing with Christ in his cross. And all that without giving too much importance, without losing the smile.
Because he was a man of grace, he had a compassionate heart. He was so human. Sometimes, early in the morning, I saw him sharing cakes and fruits with the homeless waiting in line at the sidewalk of the Church.
Before finishing these little words of thanksgiving for Gregory's life, I want to recall two moments. First the smile and gratitude in his moments in the hospital. Always received me with a smile on his face. He was not alone. He was in the company of Jesus the Lord who so much loved Gregory.
The last thing I want to mention is the joyful impact that the presence of so many parishioners in the Church during his funeral mass caused in me. Without a doubt Gregory was a living part of this community of faith and a member so beloved of these faithful people.
Knowing Gregory has been a grace and a gift of God for me and I am very thankful to our Lord for that. Thank You, Gregory and pray for us from your radiant place in heaven. Priest from Holy Trinity Church and Holy Agony Church
Fr. Jesus Arellano CM
Lisa Brown
July 16, 2011
Greg was my first love. He was the knight that shined in my eyes. Unfortunately we parted ways after Redhood High School, and I hadn’t talked, or seen him since. I always wondered about what he was doing. It wasn’t until a few years ago Greg was told I had died of cancer. He called my family’s company, Mike Brown Electric, and talked to my brother. My brother told him I was fine and living in Novato.
After thirty years, he decides to stop by. I was so surprised and shocked. Gregory (that’s the name he wanted to be called). After thirty years, I'm dirty laying under my vehicle looking for a radiator leak, dirty and oily, and this guy walks up, I can only see his shoes, he said, "Gregory Scanlon here," that didn’t register at first, then he said, "Does Greg Negin ring any bells?” I'm thinking...Great, after all these years he decides to stop by, when I look like something the cat dragged in, under my car dirty Yikes! I crawl out from under my car and stand up, there’s Gregory with a big smile on his face and his guitar on his back. He looked so good and hadn’t aged at all.
We spent the afternoon talking and laughing at the dumb stuff we did in high school. Greg even talked me into going to visit my mother whom I never see or talk to for reasons I would rather not talk about.
We spent the rest of the afternoon singing silly songs while Greg played his guitar. This was the best gift I could ever receive, a memory I'll cherish for years to come.
I remember one summer I went with my family to our summer home in Lake Tahoe. Greg had bought a new motorcycle and came to see me. I don't think either of our parents allowed us to ride on a motorcycle, yet own one. My mother made him sleep on the porch. Boy, that was trouble for both of us. I think his mother was so worried and angry My mom was waiting at the spot where Greg used to drop me off, that was the end of the big summer I had planned. Grounded for life, at least it felt that way.
Now once again, Gregory will be in my heart as well as in my memories.
My thanks to Gregory's mother from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to send me Gregory's obituary in a self-addressed envelope that Gregory had written to me but was never sent.
Thank You Mrs. Negin for your kind words and thoughtfulness, you’re quite the woman. I always admired your beauty as well as your knowledge in business. I think if I remember correctly you owned two Tribal Art Galleries, one in S.F. on Union St. and one in San Anselmo by the name of Xanadu Gallery.
God Bless you and Kevin. I can't even imagine what you are going through, It’s such a huge loss. My thoughts are with you and your family, take care Love always,
Juliette Sergile
July 11, 2011
Gregory Gave me my Life Back
I first saw Gregory at Holy Trinity Church on 213 West and 82nd St. Gregory was sitting in the left front row pew, I was on the right side, I looked over and though, "why would such a young man be sleeping in church." I didn't know him then. One week later he asked me if I would like to go with a group to a party at one of the churches, I said yes. He accompanied me to the bus station to go to 96th St.. He went by bicycle and waited for me to get off the bus and escorted me to the party where there was fun, food and prayer. After the party I took the bus to Broadway. Gregory was waiting for me on his bicycle to make sure I got into my apartment safely. That's when we became friends.
He accompanied me to all the churches especially the one on Lexington Ave. every week. We went to a party at Holy Trinity it was Mexican night. We always sat at the same table, and then Gregory would go and talk to all his friends, we had our picture taken wearing a big Sombrero. I started to invite him to my home, for Lebanese food, He loved Kibby. He did not think it was proper for us to be in my apartment alone, so we would sit on the steps of my building or on the bench on 79th between Columbus and Amsterdam. One day I had to go to the dentist, I was so afraid I would die because I have heart problems, I called Gregory to go with me for support in case something happened. We went to church 1st then took a taxi to the dentist. He was always good to me, respectful and nice, dropped me off in front of the door to know I was O.K. then he went home.
I was walking with a cane then, another time Gregory said "Juliette you are going to my hearing specialist," he made the appointment and I left the doctors office with hearing aids. Gregory knew I carried money and jewelry in my hand bag, he felt it was not safe for a women my age in N.Y., he suggested I rent a storage unit where he had his and put all my jewelry and valuables in it. He took me and I did.
One night, it was at Christmas time He took me to a big party with so many people in this beautiful home on the Upper East Side, When we walked in everyone was saying "hi Gregory, Merry Christmas Gregory, great to see you Gregory" he knew everyone, and they were so glad to see him. The night was so beautiful.
We went to a fancy restaurant one night on Gregory's Birthday between 96th and 97thSt. on Broadway. We noticed they put their food out each evening in bags, Gregory would go and pick up the food at night to feed the homeless each morning. He would bring them cheese, meat, fruit, vegetables, breads, desserts, and entire cooked meals in plastic boxes. I helped him many times in his nightly runs. Gregory never asked anyone for anything.
He would not even let me pay for the bus. One night we went to a Lebanese restaurant there are many good ones in our area, after dinner I pulled out my wallet and paid the bill, Gregory was so mad he stood up, walked right out of the restaurant, leaving me there. We only ever ate in a restaurant again when we paid our own bill. Gregory would not let me pay for anything, Why not? I enjoyed it because I was able to get out. I was so alone after my husband passed away 8yrs. before I met Gregory. He was my Son. I have never had children, my niece Chantal whom I raised is my daughter and God gave me a son, Gregory. On his Birthday I gave him three hundred dollars as a present because he was born on Sept. 3rd. One month before Gregory passed away he asked me if he could borrow five dollars to do his laundry, I knew then he had no money, I went home and wrote out a check for five thousand dollars gave it to him to do whatever he wanted to do with it, he was my son, I am a very giving person and wanted to help him, I was his second mother, he was such a wonderful young man, he went home paid his rent and passed away one month later.
Gregory never told anyone where he lived on one the best blocks on the Upper West Side in Manhattan, on 79th St. between Columbus and Amsterdam across from Central Park. When he first moved in 14 yrs. ago the hotel was state-run, room by the night for the homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and very dangerous. After five years, somehow the owners took it back from the state of N.Y. and were able to then turn it into one of the most prestigious hotels on the Upper West Side. They did extensive remodeling and renovations and changed the name from Haden Hall to Park 79.
Gregory was able to keep his room because he had the original rent control from N.Y. and they could not evict him. The rooms now go for three hundred & sixty five dollars a night.
Gregory never told me he had cancer, his last two months he stopped carrying his guitar, we had never seen Gregory without a guitar on his back riding his bicycle in twelve years. He came over the Christmas before he knew his cancer was back and progressing very swiftly. He said "Juliette, look what my brother bought me" it was a laptop computer, he was so proud and excited.
The women in the church use to ask him " Gregory, why does a handsome young man like you not have a girlfriend" He told me "Juliette, there is one woman in my life that loves me more than anyone in the world, my mother, she is my girl." Gregory's mother told me the real reason, he did have relationships in N.Y., some serious, even after he first found out about his cancer and it being incurable.
His first treatment of chemo and radiation left him sterile. Five years later when the cancer came back and he went through extensive chemo and radiation again, and then had to have two hip replacements because of the treatment. Being a devout Catholic he turned his will and his life over to the care of God. From then on he took a vow of celibacy.
Before the end Gregory's right arm and hand were swollen twice their size, he had not made a bowel movement in ten days, after mass one day I saw him leaning against the railing out side the Church looking very sick. I said "Gregory you have to go to the hospital, here is cab fare,you cannot take the bus, I'll go with you" He said "no Juliette, I'll go alone" then he started crying. He went from the ER straight to ICU and passed away four weeks later.
When his mother Jeanne arrived both arms and legs were swollen twice their size. He was paralyzed because the brain stem and the neck part of the spine were swelling and pinching them together. They immediately put him on steroids to bring down the swelling, at the same time giving him heavy doses of a chemo cocktail. He was so sick, they fed him intravenously, as the chemo was attacking the cancer it was also forming blood clots, they took him off the steroids and chemo, his kidneys and heart were weak. The next day he was on a dialysis machine. The doctors and Gregory had so much hope in the beginning. When his brother Kevin came he said to me, "My brother's here, he is going to help me by being my bone marrow donor." There was no progress to even get to that point. His kidneys eventually failed, his white blood cells were at 18, normal is 150, he had no immune system left. The next time I saw him he was speaking gibberish, the doctors thought it was because he was coming off steroids. When his mother walked into the room he looked directly at her with violent anger in his eyes, because he thought he was speaking whole sentences and no one was listening. His mother walked to his bed two feet from his face looked directly into his eyes, and said in a calm and soft loving voice, "It's all right son, I understand what you are saying, the nurses are here and the doctors will be here soon." He calmed down, he had written a release, if I can no longer make decisions for myself, my mother is to make them for me. During this morning, his aunt Marilyn called as she did every morning. His mother told me she probably never knew that was the last time she would ever hear his voice. That night they did a cat scan and found he was having small strokes to the frontal lobe of his brain. It left him in a coma and on life support. He went through tremendous pain, with only a red Tylenol drip. In the end, all they could try to do was keep him comfortable. He passed away with his rosary beads in his hands. When he was lucid, all during the day he would say the stations of the cross with rosary beads in his hands. Someone always kept them there as he could not feel or grasp onto them.
Gregory loved hearing about my family heritage. So I believe at his request I will relay this information to you. My grandfather went to Haiti in 1870 from Lebanon, when the government changed officials. He was on his way to Florida when he met a Frenchman who told him they were paying in Gold in Haiti. I was born in Haiti in 1927. We lived in an all-white colony with Syrians, Lebanese, Palestinians, Italians, and Americans. The Colony was called Petion-Ville up in the hills across from the American Embassy. Most occupants were merchants and bankers. The native black Haitians lived in the low lands. I speak Arabic, native tongue of Lebanon, Spanish, I learned in Havana Cuba at age sixteen. Creole, language of the natives in Haiti, French taught in Mons Catholic University in Haiti, and English. At 18 years old my mother sent my two sisters and I to Florida to live with our grandmother and go to night school to further our knowledge of the English language. We moved back to Haiti after a couple of years. We lived in a beautiful mansion with lots of servants. My mother bought a brand new Buick Dynaflow, hired a chauffeur to teach us all how to drive. I moved with my husband to Manhattan in 1967.
I'll never forget the night Gregory died on June 19th, 2010. Many people were in his room, from all the churches, men and women singing and praying. He was so popular, we all left at nine o'clock. Gregory died at nine thirty.
After Gregory's passing the mass at Holy Trinity Church given by Monsignor Thomas Leonard, within a twenty-four-hour notice to the parishioners, the church was full. Everyone loved him honey, all the old people from sixty to ninety thought of him as a son or grandson, everybody loved him, he was so good and respectful.
I miss him so much, my life is over, he was always there protecting me. My health has been declining since Gregory's death..When you and I met a year ago I was walking on a cane everywhere, very independent. I can no longer walk, I'm dizzy, on anti-depressants, which make me sick, I am unable to leave my apt. as I have fallen three times. I am moving to Florida the end of August to live with my niece Chantal whom I raised, because I can no longer live alone, I am leaving Manhattan after forty-five years. If Gregory were here I would not have to leave, because he would be there for me and help me.
God gave me a son, his name was Gregory, I was his N.Y. mother.
I miss him so much, I miss you Gregory
Bart Creek
July 4, 2011
My name is Bart Creek, Gregory's cousin. My mother Kathleen, (Jeanne's sister) my sister Shannon, and I moved to Jeanne and Ken's home in Ross for two years. I went to Ross school along with my sister during this time. I was 7 to 9 years old, Gregory was in the 8th grade. I loved that house in Ross. My Aunt Jeanne and Ken were so cool. The whole family was cool. We had a pool, recreation room, and a cook.
Gregory had many motorcycles, there were two red Honda Mini bikes 50 cc in the garage. One was Greg's, one was Kevin's. Greg owned a grey 125 Elsinore dirt bike, A 125 super sport honda street bike, and a 1973 Kawasaki Z-1 street bike. He topped this bike out at over 100 miles an hour in a race on the freeway with his friend. Greg would ride the Kawaski from Ross to L.A. and San Diego when my mother and I were visiting Marilyn their sister. When he moved to L.A he rode that bike on all the freeways. He was a great rider. He also was given a present on his 16th birthday of a cool mini van.
Greg taught me how to ride the mini bike, he would teach me new tricks, and we would ride the trails on their three acres of land. He took me one day up a steep hill to turn around at the top. He said, "Bart don't try to turn around, because if you don't get it right you'll go straight into the ravine." I always felt I was Greg's little brother. He would never let me use the bike unless we were riding together. We even raced a few times. Greg and I shared such an interest in motorcycles, we would talk for hours. When he was in L.A. and N.Y. his voice would light up immediately when we talked about bikes.
Greg was my inspiration, someone to look up to. If I had one life to live it would have been Greg's. He was so hip and cool.
I Thank God for all the good times we shared together.
I miss you Greg
Michael Harrington
June 23, 2011
Jeanne
Thanks for your ongoing correspondence. There is always a special bond among friends that pray at the Abortion Mills. In Gregory's humility he often encouraged me to humility and repentance.
I encouraged him to forgive and accept the failings of others! me included!
After my driving you and giving to Gregory's cremation. I went online to Ava Maria Singles Internet. Three months later I met Jola. I am 53 yrs. old and never married, so you can see I waited a long time to find my Jola.
Jola and I are building a beautiful friendship and find it easy to love each other. We will be married on Aug. 13th at the Imaculate Conception Church in Poland,with her family.
God made all of this happen, I think Gregory put in a good word.
I hope to join the local parish in Conneticut, you guessed it, St. Gregory the Great! I still pray at the NYC abortion clinic. But will find a new place when I move to Conneticut.
I hope you are at peace
Collett Austin
June 23, 2011
The first time I saw Gregory was at St. Gregory the Great church on West 90th St. and Columbus, serving mass with great devotion over a period of time. This was before Msgr. Michael Crimmins became pastor.
He did the benediction, the adoration of the sacrament, and he lighted the incense for the Priest , then the Priest would offer three times ascending it upward to the alter of God. He also did the benediction at Holy Sacrament Church on 76th St. and Lexington on the Upper East Side. He wanted to join the order.
The abortion clinic on 42nd St. and 2nd Ave. aborts 400 babies a month. Gregory arrived on his bicycle and put baby clothes on the tree branches. The police asked him to remove them, Gregory immediately put them on his head and body, with joy in his heart. This act brought tears to many a counselors eyes.
Gregory always dressed properly in a suit and tie when he went to church, always insisting we should be at our best when serving the Lord. What an example!
When you see Protestants and Presbyterians going to church on Sunday, and people going to the Synagogue on Saturday, they dress with great respect and put there best effort foreward.
What ever Gregory stood up for, he did with-self and total pure conviction. He knew he would be opposed by the Msgr's of the church and some of the parishioners of the church. He felt much pain, rejection, and isolation because of his views and ideals.
He was adamant about Pro Life. The church at that time would not come foreward and adopt Pro Life into their mass. Now prayers for the unborn-intercession are said after the homily. Some churches now pass around baby bottles to be brought back with donations to help Pro Life. I only wish Gregory was here to see this change he so vallanty fought for.
The last time I saw Gregory he was in the ICU at Bellevue Hosp. He said to me "I waited too long."
He often comes to mind. I wish you God's blessing and you are at peace.
Patrick Mercurio
June 22, 2011
Dear Jeanne,
I read your heartfelt note to James Hulak and feel compelled to write to you. We have not forgotten Gregory! In fact, we discussed him just last week at our CRC council meeting.
Though I was not lucky to have gotten close to him as a friend in the two years that I knew him while he was alive, I read through his web writings shortly after his death. From this acquaintance I learned that we shared so very many parallel thoughts and experiences throughout our separate lives, and I was greatly saddened that I didn’t make the effort to get to know him. I went to his bedside a few days before he passed to say goodbye. I hope he heard me.
I have heard from so many that Gregory had an unbending faith in God and a kind of sincere heart that few others ever attain. There are so many things I’d like to discuss with him if I am blessed enough to make it to where he undoubtedly is one day. God bless.
Frances White-Burnett
June 19, 2011
Just A note remebering your very special son and my very special friend. Never to be forgotten. Love Frances
James Scranton
June 18, 2011
I was fortunate to know Gregory well over the years. I met him through Holy Trinity Church in New York, where he was a steady presence and an inspiration to me with his faith and prayerfulness. He was always outspoken about his beliefs, something which I admired about him a great deal.
Gregory was also a gifted musician, as a guitarist and singer-songwriter. I worked with him on his web site, and he would sometimes play some songs for me. His songs always had a positive theme, and often a spiritual message as well.
I miss Gregory. He was always a positive influence on me, as a person and as a Catholic. God bless his soul, and his loved ones as well.
June 18, 2011
Although I did not know Gregory very well, he did have an aura of kindness about him. I remember when I first came to the CRC at Holy Trinity he was very friendly to me and I was always touched by the way he helped Juliet down the stairs after mass. God bless you and your family. -Susan
Patrick Dwyer
June 18, 2011
Dear Jeanne and Kevin,
There's not much to add to what others have written, aside from a few brief observations.
First, it seems clear Gregory went back and re-visited many acquaintances where feasible - and probably never told them of what awaited him. But this would have been expected based on the anecdotes of his life overall. His is a brave spirit that aims to lift people up with little concern for himself. This characteristic would be great for all in an ideal world.
The second - more pragmatic - observation is that for all the rest of us owe to Gregory - he owes Michael Johnson big time for spiriting him from the mitts of that Low Rider in Santa Rosa! Lucky Low Rider wasn't Hot Rodder, or that pick-up would have been hopeless outrunning a hi-jacked & turbo-charged Impala, and I wouldn't be typing this comment!
Also exciting was Gregory's narrow escape on the Russian River! Was that Lake Mendocino's, or Lake Sonoma's spillway? Either case sounds like a rough ride!
All in preparation for the biggest trip...
Robert (Bob) Ferretti
June 17, 2011
I met Greg through my friend John Lutri. John introduced me to him due to our similiar work in the pro-life movement. He had worked as a counselor for women thinking about abortion, and helped save the life of several unborn babies through his dedicated work. I was moved by his spiritual nature, and his life as a dedicated catholic, putting his faith into action. He impressed me as a solid, faith filled man, whether he was talking about his faith, playing his guitar, or socializing with the CRC members. Of all the many people I have met in life, I am sure he is with the Lord in the glory and beauty of heaven. Robert Ferretti
Melanie
June 17, 2011
Sometimes I think I can still see Gregory getting off his bicycle in time for daily Mass.
Gregory's faith never failed even though his earthly frame did. At the end his inner light burned through what kept him apart from others. At last he was one with all, as he approached glory, ready to see God face to face.
James Hulak
June 17, 2011
I distinctly remember the first few Sundays that I came to Holy Trinity Church. Gregory was one of the many reasons why I continued to come back to Holy Trinity Church. After every Sunday 5:30PM mass, the parishioners would meet at the bottom of the church stairs. Gregory recognized me after a few visits and he always had a warm smile and a firm handshake for me. This simple gesture always made me feel comfortable and welcome. His simple gestures were extended and felt far and wide.
I know that Gregory befriended Juliet who lives across the street from Holy Trinity Church. Juliet is a long time parishioner at Holy Trinity Church and has no relatives in the immediate vicinity. Juliet shared with me that Gregory was like a son to her. Gregory helped her in many ways. Gregory escorted her on a regular basis to 5:30 mass. He was always there to lend her a helping hand as she is less steady on her feet with the passage of time. She was deeply saddened when he passed away.
Gregory loved to help. His helping hand was found at many of our after mass events hosted by the Contemporary Roman Catholics. He was always quick to entertain us by bringing his guitar and singing a song or two or three! What better way to pass the evening but with his original music! After his performance, he would roll up his sleeves and help us break down the Murphy Center!
Gregory cared about his fellow man. Gregory brought a family he had met in his daily travels and invited them to the church so they could have a hot meal. He wanted to make sure that they did not go to bed hungry that evening.
It is hard to believe that a year has passed.
Gregory may be gone but he certainly is not forgotten.
It was more than a pleasure to know you.
Irma Gonzalez
June 7, 2011
Memorial Day
For Gregory's Mother
My dear lady:
Before you read this letter I hope you excuse my english not to good or understanding.
First I appreciate you send me your letter concerning about Gregory in life. (live). Thank you for the picture.
Well, I remember him a very good person - quiet and shy. Very religious every day I saw him in church; but the last few months before he fell ill he looked very sick. I knew he was sick cause the priest in our church said every day prayers for him.
Now he is very happy no more suffering or pain is in Heaven with God. Feel a very proud mother of him.
Love and Prayers
Irma Gonzalez
Malcolm Boutwell
June 3, 2011
I am writing this in excerpts of a letter Gregory sent to me, in reply to my letter, so you can see the privacy he believes in towards other people, his kindness, and how he reaches out to other people in need. Also his reality of what really matters.
Malcolm
I want to thank you for your email clippings of Huey Lewis. Huey Lewis telling his band mates "enjoy the ride of fame while it lasted". I am glad to hear Huey Lewis and the news are performing so actively in the bay area.
On the subject of fame, "Earthly fame is naught but a breath of wind, which now cometh hence, and now thence, and changes name because it changes direction." Jackie Robinson said "A life is not important except in the impact it has on others." The will of God is the important striving, the cross of bearing one's own for the other, becoming the slave to serve all, being Christ-like at every turn; a challenge that goes with or without the glory train.
The boxing fame that my father accrued.
I will always be proud and love my father, for his fame was won through talent and hard work.
I am happy that many people enjoyed his athleticism and personal charisma along the way.
I am sorry to hear about our friend Paul being incarcerated. I received a reply from a letter I had sent. I have asked Paul in my recent letter if he would allow others that I know from his school days to correspond with him. If Paul concents to having others write to him can I use your name as to whom the person was that informed me of his incarceration.
I found the Marin Terrace Parents' Guide 1969-1970 really fascinating. This copied artifact was interesting to peruse and I thought that the graphic design for the cover was well done by Carolyn Shaffer.
Raymond Jurasin was an inspirational teacher who had a profound impact on me. Mr. Juarsin took a special interest in me and one evening took me out to dinner before he brought me to a rehearsal for a play he was in at the Ross Valley Players. It was niceties like that or the way he read a particular story about a boy that was rescued by a Nazi soldier in a concentration camp that helped him escape and the boy had a dog as his traveling companion.
I hope, Malcolm, as Autumn rounds the rails that a new season of hope and discovery is borne within you,always waiting and in anticipation for the renewal that Jesus Christ brings.
Sincerely Gregory
Steve Landers
June 1, 2011
Though I hadn't seen Gregory for many years, I spoke with him on the phone, and based on his faith in God, I am looking forward to seeing him again on that "getting up- getting up morning" I also know he hopes to see all his friends and family there also!
May 28, 2011
Dear Mrs. Negin,
I was a new friend of Gregory through Holy Trinity Church. He was a nice person. >
Melissa Towbin
New York City
Robert Vallee
May 28, 2011
Hi Jeanne It was so nice reconnecting after such a long time! I was so sorry to hear about Greg...I can't even imagine your sense of loss and hurt. I hope you and Kev are doing okay. Please keep in touch.
Warmest regards.
Lindbergh Sergeant
May 20, 2011
Dear Jeanne
I am very glad to receive your letter about your son Gregory. I Met Gregory at church, everybody knew he was a good Catholic and practicing with devotion to God. Many people did not understand him because he was perfecting in his faith. I wish everyone who serves God be like Gregory. I was very pleased to invite him to Carnegie Hall to attend concerts before he passed. He was a very good musician, and loved the concerts. I went two times before he passed to see him at Bellevue Hospital with a brother Franciscan to pray for him.
You and your family must have been very pleased to see so many friends of your son Gregory at the furneral service at Holy Trinity Church on the Upper West Side, where he lived and prayed. Love
Malcolm Boutwell
May 20, 2011
Gregory and I enjoyed talking about his famous father. It was a conversation I had been wanting to have for years, as I never had any understanding of your father's greatness when we lived in the same neighborhood about 35 years ago. It was unfortunate that Gregory's father did not achieve his full potential as the third-rated lightweight in the world of boxing, that would have been to be world champion when his boxing division was at a very strong point. Your father clearly had the potential to do this. But how the "chips fall" is a very common story in boxing. A clear example of potential not fully achieved. So Gregory's father's story is not unique to boxing.
Your father still leaves a legendary impact on his weight division, based on his skills, accomplishments and popularity. His accomplishments clearly Speak for themselves. Your father brought joy to my father. Personally in my life I regret that I Never quizzed the "old timers" at Newman's Gym in S.F., when I would overhear them talk about your father. I never asked Al Citrino, who would have been a sparing mate of your father's. But as you basically conveyed to me we must all live in the "now".
We shared the Marin Terrace phone book showing our class year. We always remembered Marin Terrace and the Plateau. Until next time, Peace and Love
David Richardson
May 19, 2011
Dear Jeanne, The other story I have is about how all of us always tried to sneak into Ken's office. It was strictly off limits to us which made it an even more attactive target. The prize for getting into Ken's office were the wonderful black and white photographs of you. Beyond being beautiful they were very tasteful, and for adolescent boys, were as close to heaven as we got. Anne Leibowitz could not have done better than the photographer that captured you. The photos of Greg and me on our motorcycles brought back memories of spending time with Greg. He was a goood man, always with a smile on his face and some mischief in his mind. Good times.
Fred Marks
May 16, 2011
Dear Jeanne
Thanks for your recent letter, and the photo of Gregory playing the guitar, He was never without it.
Beautiful are the things you have done for Gregory! I pray for the repose of his soul nearly every day. though I doubt that he needs it. God Bless
Greg and Dave on Mt. Tam
David Richardson
May 14, 2011
Greg was one of the treasures that come your way in life. Too rarely.
An irrepressible smile that hid mischievous thoughts within. An engaging laugh that came from deep inside. He wasn't one to be noncommittal about anything. He was always "all in".
Reading some of these posts, particularly from the Brothers Johnson, brings back so many memories of our wild and reckless youth. Greg was usually in the middle of it, cheering us on to make the evening even better. He had a big heart and it took a lot of emotion and people to fill it.
We both lived in Ross and then in San Francisco, and one of my fondest memories (other than the many already relayed by Tim) was the night the 49er's won the Superbowl by the Bay. Greg and I hopped on our motorcycles to cruise the town. First stop had to be the famous bar that served Irish Coffee, the Buena Vista: his stepdad Ken's favorite elixer for football games. That started off a long evening of celebrating and I don't remember the end of the evening. Greg didn't either.
Greg was also a kind person, one you knew would be your friend for life. We kept in touch because he made the effort, and I always enjoyed the calls from the Priest.
I miss him and the times we all had. But I'll not forget him ever.
See you sometime Greg.
Craig Chalk
May 4, 2011
I am one of Gregory's younger first cousins. His mother, Jeanne, and my mother are sisters. First, thank you for the kind words, and sharing your thoughts about Gregory. Gregory meant so many things to so many people, and I feel fortunate to have grown up with Gregory, and experienced some of his journey. Being younger, I always felt lucky to hang out with Gregory and his brother, Kevin. He was wild in his youth, but it was always in fun. I got to be a punching bag for his golden gloves training(he did let me punch him as much as I could). Greg lived with our family one summer, and his incredible humor still makes me smile today when I think of some of the things he did. There was literally nothing he wouldn't do for a laugh! modeling, acting, music, running, bicyling, motorcycles, managing our Pizza Parlor, etc. No wonder there are so many comments about him being interesting. Gregory was an incredibly interesting person. Most importantly, I want to pay my respects to him as a devout catholic, and humble servant of God. It is the way he lived the majority of his life, and his sole focus as he grew older. He inspires me daily to be a better catholic, and I hope that I can give a fraction of what Gregory did for charity. For someone that didn't have a lot of personal assets, not a day went by that he didn't help or give something to someone. Gregory, we love you, keep up your good work, and keep praying for us all.
Suzanne Lavin
April 27, 2011
I just now heard the sad news of Gregory's death. I met him in the 6th grade at Ross Grammar School; he was the new kid in our class; seemed to excel in all sports, particularly baseball, he was impossibly good looking, immediately popular, and forever pushing the envelope in funny, bold ways!
although we went off to separate high schools we dated our freshman year but lost track of one another after that. Greg was somebody you remembered.
Good bye Greg,
Thom Taylor
April 22, 2011
Dear Jeanne,
Thank you for sending me news about the passing of Gregory. I was very saddened to hear of this and wish that it would have been possible to visit him in the hospital. This must be a very difficult time for you. Gregory was such a kind and giving person.
I met him in early July 2001 at a hardware store on the Upper West Side. I was there to buy a new air conditioner and the store owner convinced me to buy a unit a little larger than I was expecting to get. My problem was that I live on the top floor of a walkup building and getting the hugh box upstairs was my concern. Gregory was there, offered to help me and that is how I managed to get the air conditioner into my apartment. He even offered to take my old one down to the street. It was portable and quite less heavy than the one we brought up. He told me about work he was doing at the Terence Cardinal Cooke Hospital on the East Side and suggested that I might want to consider volunteering as a bible reader for group discussions. He was always quite forward in expressing his strong religious beliefs.
I always have had trouble getting people to help me do things when I need help. So Gregory's kindness was unique and I was happy to stay in touch. Back then I did not know that Gregory may have been ill himself, but a few years later I did find out and was always happy to see him on the street. He often saw me and got my attention. I always remembered his birthday and sent holiday cards. He never talked about himself, his main focus was helping others. He helped the homeless by giving them food. I once ran into him at a McDonalds and he had provided a meal to a man who truly looked like he needed the food. I will think of him every September 3rd,, and try to find some way to do something kind for someone that day. I will always remember his smile and generosity. My best wishes to you and your family.
Ismael Casiano
March 4, 2011
I came to know Gregory through my involvement at Mary Help of Christians Church as a volunteer and member of the choir. I do not remember how I first met Gregory or when, but I know that he had visited our church where I am sometimes a lector and that he at some point decided that he wanted a more active involvement in the deconsecrated church of Mary Help. It is a very special calling to do this since there is no Priest always available to guide and shepherd us. I personally enjoyed singing with Gregory who was blessed with a very lilting soulful voice, I would say a little bit like James Taylor but less nasal. Along with Peter De Souza our pianist, Gregory began choosing songs for mass and organizing selections for the choir. He also was a Psalmist who composed his own psalms. During our annual Marian Parade sometime in the fall of 2009 Gregory joined us enroute and assisted our efforts to parade our statue of Mary Help For Christians. He brought Socorro the most delicious olive loaf bread. Often he would bring food and other food stuff to the church to share with others to our nightly rosary vigil. There were many things about Gregory that reminded me of myself. He was always on a bicycle and would take long road trips to visit city churches. I was always on a bicycle and I did the same. We both loved to sing. He was also a good lector, although, he declined my attempts at getting him to read. He did read for us twice. He had a very gentle demenor and a worldly gaze, sometimes a very compassionate expression was often on his face. I felt like I was looking in a mirror when we spoke, clearly, in Gregory I had found a Christian brother, who shared a common spiritual calling and life journey. Outside the church we attended two lectures at one of Gregorys favorite churches. Gregory was an avid reader and an intellectual, I was more contemplative. Gregory was keenly erudite, very involved in learing and understanding the philsophical and underpinnings behind our modern faith. We went to an off -Broadway show together,The flying Karamazov Brothers, a troup of jugglers. He asked me what I enjoyed most about the performance, I answered the childrens laughter he agreed wholeheartedly. Gregory often tried to strengthen my resolve and convictions . I remember he said to me "faint heart never a woman won." He belived in a strict obedience to the precepts of our Religion and others follow it. I tried to influence Gregory towards a more lenient rendering of the faith. I tried to protect him from inevitable conflicts that caused him to leave the church. The last day I saw Gregory was in the hospital. I and a few of his friends prayed for him the Sacred Heart Prayer which was one of his favorites. He seemed to respond to my voice. My relation with Gregory was very simple, completely based on Christian virtue, rewarding and sometimes heart wrenching. I consider him one of my spiritual brothers and hope to meet him again someday in Heaven.
Michael Johnson
March 2, 2011
Concerning Gregory Scanlon
To the family and friends
My name is MICHAEL JOHNSON and I have two brothers Pat and Tim. We all were friends of Greg and Kevin growing up in Ross, California. The first time I met Greg and Kevin I would say Greg was eleven years old at Ross School. He had a very outgoing personality and a wild sense of humor. Greg was the kind of guy who would do almost anything to make people laugh. When I look back on my life some of the best times and funniest memories involved Greg Scanlon. We all went through grade school and the high school years together. One time I remember cruising fourth street in San Rafael. The movie "American Graffiti" had just come out and everyone wanted to go cruising on Saturday nights to show off their cars,find out where the parties were, or basically just get into some kind of trouble, if you know what I mean! I never forgot the night Tim, Greg, and a friend of ours decided we should cruise Santa Rosa in his 1955 Chevy pickup. This was a real mean redneck county, certainly not the affluent town of Marin that we grew up in and were used to. It was a hot summer night and Tim and Greg were in the back of the pickup. We rolled up on a red light at a busy intersection after polishing off quit a few brewskies. This rough looking guy pulled up next to us in his lowered 1996 Impala with a mean look on his face and girlfriend by his side. Greg proceeded to tell this guy that his girlfriend had an uglier face than his dog's behind. Well the rough looking character didn't think that was too funny and put his car in park and jumped out of his car ready to teach Greg a lesson. The greasy looking guy just about got a hold of Greg's neck when my friend jammed on the gas and we disappeared.There have been a lot of funny stories I could tell you about Greg but I don't have the room in this article to go on. Greg moved out to New York where I heard he had developed a problem with Cancer which eventually took him away from all of us. Greg had a very deep side to him that was Spiritual and we wrote back and forth to each other before he passed away. I will always miss his smile, sense of humor, and the long deep conversations we would have as well as his letters. I know he is very missed by all of us who had the gift of his company and great spirit. I also feel hopefully I will see him as well as many of my loved ones in the world to come.
Anonymous
February 11, 2011
Gregory Michael Scanlon
God has taken one of our very best this time.
anonymous
February 11, 2011
Come To Me
All you who are
Weary and Heavy Burdened
And I Will Give You rest...
Iam gentle And Humble Of Heart
Matthew II
Tim Johnson
February 11, 2011
I could not sleep for several nights after Kevin called and told me that Greg had died. All of the wonderful memories of the good times we had together filled my mind. I remember back in the early 70’s when my brother Pat brought Greg home after summer school from the 3-R’s(Reading, Writing, & Arithmetic). We had a good time together.
I did not see Greg again until the fall where we ended up in the same class at Ross school. That was like putting salt with pepper. Sometimes in life you meet someone special that makes you laugh. I think I laughed with Greg more than anyone I have ever met. He had a sense of humor that made everybody laugh. To be able to do that you have to possess a lot of courage. It’s when you put yourself out there to be laughed with or at, but have the courage to do so. Greg had this rare quality. Back in the 70’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and movies like “The Way We Were” came out. We used to kidd Greg all the time that he looked like Robert Redford. He was always very popular. He was the Quarter Back and captain of the football team at Redwood High School and he was the only 7th and 8th grader in Ross Grammer School who could rope one over the fence in the baseball league. It was no wonder the Dodgers never lost. They always had Greg batting fourth to bring everybody in.
We did so many crazy things together. We streaked the Ross City Council meeting, or should I say Greg streaked the Ross City Council while the rest of us stood naked at the door giggling. Greg was the only one who had the Kahoonies to actually do it!
In Ross we had our own Andy Griffith from Mayberry but we knew him as Officer Henningburgh. I know some of you guys remember him well. We were always playing cat and mouse with Officer Henningburgh. One night about 11:00PM Greg got the idea that we would take the bike racks from Ross School and put them across the road at Ross Commons. These racks were heavy and needed about 10 guys to move one. We waited for a good time and hustled the racks out into the middle of the street. Before long traffic started to build into a giant traffic jam. We hid in the bushes chuckling until our old buddy officer Henningburgh spotted us. We ran to the other side of the school and jumped on a Honda mini bike. There was a small secret path at the end of Ames Avenue we took to Greg’s house to escape.
On another occasion Greg decided to have a party at his house. It was a swim party and barbeque event with lots of people. Greg thought it might liven the party up a little bit if we crawled out Kevin’s window on to the roof and jumped naked into the swimming pool with the girls. Sometimes I wonder how Greg talked me into these things, but, I am glad he did. We had a blast!
Another time we were at the Russian River late one summer night and Greg, my brothers and I were drinking beers and having a good time. I started to take a leak on the beach and Greg was joking around with me so I decided to turn and pee on him. He laughed and backed up as I kept walking towards him to get closer. It was dark and hard to see and we did not realize that we had reached the edge of the dam. Greg stepped back one more stride and fell 12 feet flat on his back onto the spillway. The spillway shot him into white water which looked like Niagara Falls. It was deadly! The violence of the water swept him down to a sand bar. We rushed down below the dam to try to save Greg from drowning only to find him lying on his back laughing yelling “You blank blank's”!
Sometime around the end of High School, Jeanne and Ken got Greg a really cool cozy van. It had a great sound system and the best part was that the seats folded down into a queen mattress. One day Greg let me drive because he wanted to fool around on the bed with his girlfriend. After a while, I saw Greg’s bare buns in the rear view mirror. I got the bright idea it might be a good time to stop for gas under the bright lights at Chevron in Greenbrae. The cozy van had bubble windows on the side of the van and the gas station attendants were peeking in as they filled our tank. It was another hilarious situation!
Greg and I also enjoyed fighting on a regular basis. One night we got into a good fist fight in the back of a Golden Gate Transit bus. The driver stopped the bus and threw us off the bus and drove away. We laughed at each other as usual and smiled that we had a great time doing it!
Greg had moved to New York for years and very rarely came back to California. One Christmas he did come out and we went out to Samuel P Taylor Park for a Barbecue.
That day it rained about 2 inches. My brother Mike, Greg, and I sat under the Redwood Trees in the rain all afternoon keeping our fire going, to stay warm, and cook our ribs. It was great.
I have had so many wonderful times with Greg. I know that I can only remember a fraction of all of the fun times we had. I thank God for letting me know him. I think of him all the time and a smile comes over my face of all of the wonderful memories. I know that towards the later part of Greg’s life he dedicated himself to God.
We would talk on the phone every once in a while. It would start out with jokes and our usual conversations but always end the same way. We would have a serious conversation about the Lord. I told him several times maybe he should consider becoming a priest. He used to tell me that he would ride his bicycle to church everyday and that church was always the best part of his day. I am certain that Greg is with our Holy Father. I hope and pray that maybe I will make it to heaven so that I can see my best friend again. Greg will always be in our hearts and thoughts forever.
Anonymous
January 26, 2011
Jesus said:
"I am the light of the world. He that follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life."
John 8:12
Michael Johnson
January 11, 2011
Dear Jeanne
It was really a pleasure to spend time with you and Kevin, and reminisce about good old memories of Gregory. Quite a character, full of personalty, creative, and a great sense of humor, as well as having a very deep side to him also.Lets get together again. I wish you a very blessed New Year. Michael
Tim Johnson
January 11, 2011
Dear Jeanne and Kevin
It was so great getting together to remember all of the wonderful times we had with Gregory.
I think the pain we all feel in our hearts is a testament to how special Gregory was.
I found Gregory's page on google and have written some of my stories I will finish them after the New Year.
I know that Gregory is celebrating Christ's birthday with him and is probably having a great time at the party. He would want us to be happy and celebrate as well!
I love you guys - Tim
Teddy Barboza
January 8, 2011
REFLECTIONS FROM A CATHOLIC CRITICAL THINKER
Today a Requiem Mass was held to mark one month since the passing of Gregory Scanlon. I had the privilege of being MC, a seminatian ane two skilled laymen served as acolytes. A priest from Newark offered Sacrifice. There was no absolution at the catafalque due to the lack of flowers were absent and black vestments were donned. This post isn't about the liturgy, it is about one of GOD'S greatest servants. Know him personally? - not at all. My new friends and acquintances spoke a lot about Gregory. They were also sorrowful at the news of his death. They said he was a man of prayer wielding a guitat. From his biography on his website I learned also sang in church choirs. The way people have spoken about Scanlon have been a great influence. Requiescat in pace, Gregory
Francis White
January 7, 2011
I was so fortunate to meet your son Gregory, he was bright, wonderful, handsome, respectable, and a God fearing child. I am writing you this comedy to show the humor in his life. Gregory would visit me daily to see if everything was o.k.. Gregory loved to debate issues, so do I. I felt his equal. People use to stare at us debating on the sidewalks. One day as we were walking through the park, I began to find Gregory very annoying. I told him to go his way and I will go mine as my back was hurting and I had three NY blocks to walk to get to my apt. He said "Francis it's not like that" and kept on talking. My annoyance grew and I had it. I turned to Gregory and said - I am a Southern Woman and in one minute I am going to kick you and your bicycle over into the dirt - then I am going to use Kung Fu. We laughed and then it was over. I always look at when someone dies young, God really needed them in Heaven! Knowing Gregory, he has a specific position and a job to do for God, that no one else could do - but Gregory. I can only smile when I think of him. It brings my heart joy to have known your son. He will be greatly missed and never forgotten. God bless you Gregory.
Fred Marks
January 7, 2011
Dear Jeanne
Thanks for your letter and the obituary on Gregory - He was so dear, and we can be sure of one thing. We have someone who is now very close to God in paradise who is praying for us - especially you his mother! There is great joy in this sadness!
May the Lord love you, guide you, and bring you home when the time comes to be with Gregory where there are no tears.
Sincerely Fred
Francis White
January 7, 2011
In a beautiful Catholic Church which was filled - practically to the brim - I quietly slipped into the back row - and next to the aisle so I might leave early - since I was not a Catholic, but a Southern Baptist and not familiar with the type of service that I was about to experience. Lo and behold - a few minutes into the service beginning - your son Gregory - arriving a few minutes late came in with a guitar case and asked me to scoot over, but instead I stepped out allowing him to go in because I wanted to remain next to the aisle. He was a bit miffed, but slid in anyway. We exchanged glances and I saw a very obvious sparkle in this person's eye - a presence that made me interested in him. At the end of the service we somehow spoke - and as our conversation began revolving around music and small talk we discovered - that my very best friend in New York "Freida Williams" - a singer also - Gregory knew her - as he had auditioned her to sing on one of his musical recording efforts. We also discovered we were the same age. He was riding his bicycle - so we exited the church and walked - talking - as if we were not strangers to one another. I knew God's hands were all over this whole situation - I felt the prescence of the Lord all around this whole encounter from the Jewish ladies, directing me to the Catholic Church - meeting Gregory - in the middle of NYC! what are the odds! As our conversations went on, I explained my dilemma in searching for a hotel I could afford for the remainder of my trip. He was so kind and helpful.There were just "no rooms at the Inn" I began to think how Mary and Joseph had experienced the same thing! I was truly experiencing what Christmas meant in so many ways. He had a friend named Clifford Proctor Knowing the type of person Gregory was - realizing he was truly a man of God and a very devout Catholic I trusted him when he suggested asking his friend if I might be able to stay in his 2nd bedroom. Once I realized Clifford was also a man of God and Catholic. Because I trusted your son, I felt safe and had no fear staying in a stranger's apt. There was only one problem, "no bed". Your son Gregory borrowed a mattress from his hotel carried it on his bicycle, a little red wagon, and his back from 79th st. to 84th st. Six NY blocks up hill. I have severe scoliosis (curvature of the spine). Gregory did not want me to sleep on the floor. Kindness for a stranger - because that is the kind of person your son was. You should be so proud of him. Gregory would never tell me why he had two hip replacements - he never shared the fact that he had cancer, - knowing him - He was a very private person with much hope in surviving and someone who wanted no sympathy over his illness What a blessing to have known your son.
Robert Osolinik
January 6, 2011
The nature of Gregory's work with us was that of A Building Service Employee. The range of positions he filled included - Doorman, Porter, and Overnight Doorman/Hallman. The duties he fulfilled as a Doorman included lobby security - screening of visitors, announcing of visitors, working a security key panel, etc. Duties as a Porter included sweeping, mopping, dusting, garbage collecting, operating a manual freight elevator,sorting and delivering mail, handling a variety of tenant deliveries,cleaning, ups, fedex etc. The overnight Doorman/Hallman position required the usual Doorman responsibilites as a variety of housekeeping duties, as it pertained to the maintenance of the lobby.
Gregory's skills exceeded the skills necessary while on staff with me. His qualities as a person, far exceeded the qualities that I normally encounter in people who have worked for me. Gregory is intelligent, articulate, hard working, responsible and above all - sincere. Since I have him known him he has displayed a constant, helpful nature to everyone he meets.
Gregory is an incredibly good person. I welcome this opportunity to speak in his behalf. You are in God's hands - What a greater place to be.
Maria Leon
January 5, 2011
Dear Jeanne
Thank you for the picture of our dear Gregory, he was so handsome.
I had no idea that he was a gentleman of so many accomplishments, I am sure he is in paradise.
We always remember him in the Rosary Group and the "Nocturnal Adoration", he use to dress up and do the readings.
Love you and Kevin and all the blessings from the lord.
Veronica Guzman
January 4, 2011
Gregory, I always loved your smile and kind heart . God loves you also and you will always have a special place in my heart.
Mike Lambert
January 4, 2011
Hi Gregory I love you and miss you. You are always in my prayers and will always be in my heart. I'am very stylish in your Cashmere Coat this winter. Thank You.
Anne Gilmartin
January 4, 2011
OUR MAN OF LA MANCHA - GREGORY SCANLON We knew he would die in thee faith - A Roman Catholic at his Battleground fighting more loving... never insulting hurting - Above all never abandoning His Christ / correcting bringing truth to a persons conscience/Heart, All, All to and for souls - be it - Priests, Heirarchy Police and fellow Right to Lifers, correcting with persistence - Again never hurting. Spiritual Growing - His aim to live for his God and others. This sums up our Gregory!!! God Bless you and Kevin.
Frances DeFazio
January 4, 2011
Gregory I felt very close to because he was an exceptional man. He was traditional in the church and a man of honor. He was giving and very compassionate to the homeless and always teaching and living the gospel. His life was clean and full of pure truthful thoughts of God.
Juan F. Rodriquez
January 4, 2011
Gregory was a beautiful human being, devoted to the Sacred Heart. Very humble devoted brother. God will welcome him in His Glory because he lived a holy, pure life - always smiling.
"Lifeboat Louie" Menchaca
January 4, 2011
Met Gregory in Holy Innocents Church Circa 1868, on 37St. between Broadway and 7th Ave. Gregory was always a solid Catholic, attended daily mass. He and I prayed the litany of the Sacred Heart when we were at the abortion mill, and Gregory had a way to get the attention of girls going in, which often made a positive difference, resulting in babies lives being saved. Gregory had the courage of his convictions.
John Martin
January 4, 2011
A wonderful and winning personality who gave generously of himself and not only won hearts but saved lives. He was someone utterly special.
Michelle Ganz
January 3, 2011
Gregory is the best soldier we have in the battle against abortion.
Michelle Gantz New York
Clifford Proctor
December 30, 2010
Thanks for your prayers,intensity and the gift of your music, which I believe will last forever. We did knock heads and in the end shook hands in spirit. I know Terrence Cardinal Cooke is proud of you. Thanks for introducing me to my "Christmas Sister, Frances". Love to Jeanne and Kevin. Sincerely, Clifford Proctor
Pierre Pelmont
September 12, 2010
Ours was, is, and will continue to be a special friendship. We were drawn together by Gregory's reading to me from the works of Saint Thomas Aquinas and I responded in kind by a gift, at Christmas, of Robert Coles' biography of Dorothy Day: A Radical Devotion. You will always and forever be my friend more devote, and more Catholic in your devotions, than I can ever hope to be.
Our friendship was consecrated by a solemn high mass at the Church of the Ascension on West 107th Street in New York City.
It was snowing that day. You stayed for lunch and later sang and played your guitar until the sound of music was drowned out by the voices around us.
Yet the the quality of those notes lingers on still and has not faded. The friendship endures, is not forgotten.
Wherever you are now, dear friend, stay well, keep in touch. Coax me, cajole me, convince me once again, Gregory, as you did then, that the love of God is greater than anything any one of us individually can aspire to in our attempts to love one another, remain close with me in Jesus' Sacred Heart, and continue to pray for me as I continue to pray for you. Amen
Barbara Settle
September 2, 2010
While I didn't know him very well, I remember Greg as being a sweet, popular guy in high school who always seemed upbeat and positive. My condolences to the family.
Brad Bordalampe
September 2, 2010
I was deeply saddened when I heard about gregs passing.I lived in ross in the early 70's,and he lived up the street from my house.He was the kind of person that I looked up to,kind of the all american guy.my thoughts and prayers go out to his family.
Malcolm Boutwell
August 31, 2010
I will miss Gregory. It was sad and shocking to hear about his sudden passing. I was in contact with Gregory towards the end, while he was living in New York. Gregory never told me that he had cancer. I liked talking to Gregory about his famous father Bobby, a one time contender. I liked talking to Gregory about movies. Gregory was very religious, correcting any poor behavior around him. Knowing Gregory has helped me to try to walk a better path in life. Gregory was also a great musician. His music will live on like his spirit. He was a great guy. I hope to be friends with Gregory again somewhere.
Jayne Stolte-Marchesi
August 25, 2010
I am so sad to hear of Greg's passing.
Greg and I had many great times together in high school. We saw Tom Petty at the Old Waldorf in San Francisco and stayed for both shows. I think Greg told me that he was somehow related to him. I remembered that he had this big van parked in the high school parking (jock lot!) lot and he said to me, "If my van is rockin', don't bother knockin'! What a great guy, fun personality and yes, a bit wild! Life was too short for him. I am so sad for the loss of a good hearted person... My heart goes out for his Mom and Kevin.
Very Sincerely,
Jayne Stolte Marchesi
Daniel Talbot
August 25, 2010
I knew Gregory from the first time I went to Ross school through my friendship with his younger brother Kevin , he was a real interesting person and I am deeply saddened to hear of his passing away, my thoughts go out to his family.
Barry Costa
August 24, 2010
I'm so sorry to hear the news of Greg.
After Redwood High School, the last time I saw Greg, he was living off Laurel Grove in Kentfield and I was working on a Water District crew near his house. He was a bright light easily remembered after all these years. My thoughts and prayers I send to you Greg, your Family, and your Friends.
Peter Fisher
August 23, 2010
I knew Greg from the time he came to Ross School around 5th grade. We never got along until senior year in high school when we both took Philosophy from Tino Lavezzo. It was oddly revealing for both of us. At the end of the term, there was an epic party at Greg's house where we jumped naked from of the roof into the swimming pool. I'm really sad to hear of his passing.
Monty Orrick
August 23, 2010
I'm so sorry to read about Greg. He was very funny and a little wild as a kid. I liked him, though we lost touch since Redwood. The obituary mentioned his athletic skill. He was the only twelve year old I knew that could throw a real curveball. He was the first person In our class with a David Bowie record (Young Americans) Pretty cool. Goodbye, Greg
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