Amour Krupnik Obituary

Krupnik, Amour 81, passed away, July 17, 2007 from pancreatic cancer. Beloved husband of Janet Krupnik (nee Richert); dear father of Jolie, Darius, Antony & Paris Krupnik; grandfather of Alexander, Mark, Amanda & David Krupnik; dear brother-in-law, uncle & friend to many.Services: Visitation at the SCHRADER Funeral Home, 14960 Manchester Road at Holloway, Ballwin, Thursday 11:00 a.m. - 1 p.m. Contributions may be made to American Cancer Society. Friends may sign the family's on-line guestbook at Schrader.com.

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Published by St. Louis Post-Dispatch from Jul. 18 to Jul. 19, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Amour Krupnik

10 Entries

Kris (Mayer) Taylor

August 4, 2007

Dear Paris -
My sincere sympathy to you, your mother and your family in the loss of your father. I too know how painful it is to lose a wonderful father. I met your father only once, when a group of us schoolgirls Christmas carolled at your family's home. Cherish the loving and happy memories of your father, and know your friends are thinking of you at this difficult time.

dick wagner

July 28, 2007

Krup was a unique guy. When I came to The Globe in 1966, he always wore a ratty brown sweater and functioned mainly as a sports cartoonist, back in an era when there were sports cartoonists. We became friends and were teammates -- he was a tenacious guard -- on The Globe's basketball team that beat the Post on Lenny Wilkens Night at Kiel Auditorium. Later, as the picture editor, I learned newspaper design under his tutelage. The design techniques were ahead of their time and were looked upon disapprovingly by the traditionalists on the copy desk. I always asked Amour to critique my work, and what he said always made sense. In later years, he became a computer expert, got into management and got rid of the old sweater. Still, he remained a character and it was always fun to go into his office and shoot the bull with him. I last saw him at the Globe reunion in 2005.

Linda Wilson

July 20, 2007

Dear Paris and Paris's family,
I am saddened for your loss, I'm sure he was a great man to have created such a great son. May the memories of good times be sweet and forever, and the pain and suffering fade over time.

Holly Hildebrand

July 19, 2007

I worked with Amour at the Globe-Democrat from 1974-1984. It was my first job. I remember how he was always trying to spread the idea of good design among his colleagues. It was easier for some (I remember his saying that he never saw anybody crop a picture like Dick Wagner) than others, but
everybody respected what he was trying to do, even if they didn't always "get" it.
I also remember all the great stories he had to tell. Like how he broke a track record in high school in Chicago, and how he'd travel all over the city, experiencing every nook and cranny of it. He loved jazz and talked a lot about going to clubs and sketching the musicians. And he liked so much to talk about his painting, some of which hung in his office.
My mother still loves the stein she got at the Columbia, Ill., Strassenfest years and years ago. (I think it was in the '60s.) It bears an amusing caricature of a Bavarian man in lederhosen and all. Amour drew it.

Tony Lazorko

July 19, 2007

I retend my condolences to the family. I worked with Amour at the PD and
found him to be "old school" and "new school". He had a keen love of
newspapering and a modern view on visual journalism

Peter Faur

July 19, 2007

Amour was a good friend and mentor to me when I was just starting out in journalism at the Globe-Democrat, where I worked from 1977 to 1982. I've tried to emulate him in my own career by taking time to teach and encourage young professionals. He had a strong impact on my life, and my thoughts and prayers are with his family today.

Stan Tracy

July 18, 2007

My Love goes out to Jolie, his daughter and Janet, his wife and the whole Krupnik family I wish them strength in accepting Amours passing as a sad part of life all of us must go through. My prayers are with you. God Bless You. I will miss Amour's happy face not being there when I come to visit.
PS: Those leaves out front will miss him too.

Bruce Kueck

July 18, 2007

I worked with Amour from the time I joined The Globe-Democrat in 1972 until the paper was sold in 1984. He was a tireless and dedicated employee, a good newsman, and a dear friend. I have thought about him many times through the years and, happily, got to speak with him at the reunion two years ago. Like you, I mourn his loss.

Joan Dames

July 18, 2007

Dear Janet, I think of you and Amour with much love, and would be with you today except for illness.
God bless Amour, and you Janet his beloved wife, and your children and grandchildren. Bill Cento called after midnight today with the news. The "good" Shepherd had emailed Bill in Minnesota. I shall write you a note on paper if the funeral home will give me your address or forward a note to you. Janet, my prayer for you is that the "long goodbye" , as Bill Cento calls it, has not injured your health. God bless you always. Joan Dames
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Bill Cento

July 18, 2007

My sympathy to Janet and all the family.

As I recall, it was Amour’s first work day at the Globe-Democrat some 55 or more years ago. I was sitting with other copy boys on chairs in front of the City Desk waiting for slotman Martin Duggan or someone yell: “Copy!” So, I saw this whole thing happen.

The gruff Managing Editor Lon Burrowes had walked over to talk to City Editor Leroy Oetter while Amour was bent over taking sips of water from a drinking fountain attached to a pillar opposite the City Desk.

It happened simultaneously.

Amour finished his drink, stood up to full height and turned to go back to his drawing board just as Burrowes finished his conversation with Oetter. Burrowes turned abruptly and wham – Amour and Burrowes ran into each other face-to-face. Both were startled; Amour was wide-eyed and speechless, Burrowes glared at Amour with his one good eye and murmured something inaudible and probably not very charitable. After that split second, they went in their own directions.

I don’t know whether Amour remembered for very long after the incident the day he “met” the managing editor, but it’s a memory of just one instant in Amour’s life that in my 75th year I recall with certain detail.

It’s the little things – perhaps incidental in the lives of those who leave us – that we recollect at a time like this, when our fond memories of now passed old friends reappear on mental screens where memories flash back like old black and white movies.

Bill Cento, West St. Paul, Minn., on 7/18/07

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