Philip Newton Kellogg

Philip Kellogg Obituary

Philip Newton Kellogg

Philip Newton Kellogg, 86, of Northport, Mich. and Sarasota, Fla., formerly of Lynchburg, and Detroit, Mich., passed away on Jan. 1, 2009, at his daughter's home in Lynchburg. He was preceded in death by his loving wife of 50 years, Beverly Johnson Kellogg. He also wanted to thank his second love, Theda Connell of Northport for seven years of companionship and caring.

Born in Holyoke, Mass., Nov. 11, 1922, he had four siblings, and is survived by one sister, Eloise Brandle of Sacramento, Calif. He is also survived by three children, Andrea Albers of Lynchburg, Elizabeth Kamleiter of Lauf, Germany, Collin Kellogg of North Bergen, N.J., along with six grandchildren, one great-grandchild, and numerous nieces and nephews.

He was an accomplished artist and received his Masters degree from the Art Institute of Chicago after serving in the Army Air Corps in World War II. As an art educator for 37 years, he taught art from 5th grade to University level in Highland Park, Mich. After retirement he had been sculpting and painting. His artwork has won numerous prestigious awards in local and national competitions. He had many showings in art galleries across America, including his own gallery, the North Cove, in Northport. His memoirs, "As the Twig is Bent," were published in 2002.

The family wishes to thank Gentle Shepherd Hospice of Lynchburg, and the Munson Hospice of Traverse City, Mich. for their loving care. Arrangements will be handled by Whitten. Memorial services will be held at later dates in Sarasota, Fla. and Northport, Mich.

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Published by Lynchburg News & Advance on Jan. 4, 2009.

Memories and Condolences
for Philip Kellogg

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Scott Heyniger

August 11, 2022

Also, this chalk or pastel portrait that Mr Kellogg made for me back in 1973. His work and creative spirit endures.

Scott HEYNIGER

Scott Heyniger

August 10, 2022

Scott Heyniger

August 10, 2022

Hello there. I came across this Christmas card your father sent our family. Bob and Laurel Heyniger. We lived close to your family home in Rosedale Park in the late 60´s and early 70´s and then moved to Troy. Mom passed last year Aug 17 2021 and Dad in Oct 2010. I was going down memory lane and still sorting through boxes and boxes of material when we cleaned out the house last fall and came across this Christmas card. I´ll also take a picture of a chalk or pastel portrait Mr Kellogg made of me I believe in 1973. Anyway not sure if you´ll ever see this or if this email gets forwarded to you but if you come across this I know my parents loved being with your family and admired them very much. I vaguely remember going to the studio up in Northpoint when I was very young. I hope you are well and this message finds you. Sincerely, Scott HEYNIGER
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Elizabeth Kamleiter

January 24, 2009

Our Dad

Though our Dad, with three children born within 3 1/2 years of one another, certainly had to discipline us on occasion throughout our childhood - yes, we can remember numerous spankings and even the occasional threat to take off his belt and whip us for being especially naughty, he was one of those fun-loving, caring dads whom we as children admired and adored immensely. In retrospect certainly in an effort to get us out of the house and give our poor mother some occasional peace and quiet, he often piled all three of us kids and some of the neighborhood kids as well into the car for special outings to the local Nature Center in the Fall for explorative hikes through the woods or in the winter for exhilarating toboggan rides down icy slopes, legs piled upon legs, with the whole crew on board, our dad with his long legs the last to jump on and steer us to the bottom. Up north in the hazy, lazy never-ending days of summer at our cottage in the small town of Northport on Lake Michigan, he would take us out water skiing with the motor boat or sailing on our small family sailboat. On leisurely trips over to the sandy beaches along Lake Michigan, we collected duffle bags full of smooth stones and driftwood to decorate to sell in the little shop and art gallery our parents ran in the summer months. From him we also learned to appreciate the intrinsic value of fine junk from the local dump, all the good stuff we carted home to sell as “collectibles” and “antiques” in the shop. When asked later by someone where some such object originated from, our dad would invariably just shrug his shoulders and answer, "Oh, it’s all just part of the collection."

More of an artist than accomplished handyman, things occasionally went amiss on our various outings and trips, like the time our dad forgot to put in the plug on the sailboat before launching it and we just barely made it back to shore, baling heavily with a cut-in-half plastic gallon milk jug, without the boat sinking. Or the numerous times the fickle, ill-repaired motor on our motor boat failed us out in Northport Bay, causing us to have to flag down another boater or the coast guard stationed at the marina to tow us in. Or the time our Dad forgot to tighten the screws properly when attaching the car-top carrier to the roof of our car before embarking on a family trip. One sudden stop at a stop sign and down slid the entire car-top carrier - loaded to the brim with heavy suitcases - scratching along the paint on the hood of the car before landing in the road ahead of us. On such occasions, our mother's comment would invariably be, “Oh, Philip!”
As artists and music lovers, our father and mother both early instilled in us an interest in the fine arts, music, architecture and history on numerous trips viewing old local houses and famous museums or later as teenagers taking us on cultural trips to explore the wonders of Europe. Our parents nurtured our curiosity about the world around us, instilled in us an acute sense of respect for the singularity of all individuals and, most importantly, gave us the freedom to develop and pursue our own interests, Collin as a graphic artist, Andrea as a musician and music educator and Betsy as a folklorist and German translator. For all of this, and much more, we are forever grateful."

From your loving daughter, Betsy

Shelly Walter

January 7, 2009

Dear Theda, and Phillips children,
I will surely miss my dear neighbor Phillip, as i see him putz and clean up his back yard, sit in the sun, thinking, resting and reflecting on life, as he knew it...I always enjoyed seeing him, and our "Hellos" i knew i wasn't all alone in this world, when he would come by his Art Gallery building...I know he is with our loving Heavenly Father, and our Saviour, Jesus Christ, and no longer in pain...with all my love and Gods Blessings..my heart is with you all! Love Shelly Walter, and jakey, the lil barker, as you would come n go to let me know..someone was around. (((Hugs)))

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