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Barbara Bradley
October 17, 2011
It’s surprising how much I miss Fred, my husband Peter’s schoolboy friend. I think it’s a measure of his zest for life that he’s on my mind so often. It was always a pleasure to be in the presence of his energy.
In recent years, he spent a bit less time in Greece and more time in Minnesota and so he decided that he must get to know and experience more about this place. So he asked us to plan some trips. Adventuring with Fred and his wife, Brad (Helen to some) was an eye opener. While we were showing them around “outstate”, we saw byways and “antique” shops, eateries, and historical sites that we never knew existed. Even in this last difficult year, he took pleasure in the small trips he could make and even went with Brad to Glacier Park and back in a train suite.
Fred’s natural curiosity extended to small kitchen appliances. He always had an appetite for a good meal and in recent years he found anything invented for specialized cooking irresistible. The Belgium waffle maker and single cup coffee maker were OK with Brad, but when the air French-fry maker arrived from France she declared they had no more room in the kitchen. (He didn’t listen.) We got to see it in action. He’s the only one I knew who actually used his JennAire, energetically overcooking meat.
Along with many others, we enjoyed his and Brad’s company and gracious hospitality and generous spirit. He so loved his life, his work, his students, but above all he embraced his friends and all his family. His absence feels like a very large loss.
Peter Bradley
October 17, 2011
The world shrunk a bit when Fred, my dear friend of six decades, died. He was a man whose curiosity and erudition spanned centuries and continents and whose delight in the discovery of new knowledge never abated. Ever the ardent scholar, he was as well a cineaste, a gourmand, and a collector of kitsch as well as art and artifacts. He’s the only art historian and archaeologist I’ve known who treasured a table lamp made from a color-ful and rhinestone-encrusted bust of Elvis Presley and whose music collection included blues, early rap, traditional Greek music, Frank Sinatra, the Beatles and Carla Bruni.
Something of a clown and cut-up in his prep school years, he underwent a conversion of sorts upon entering Yale University, deciding that scholarly pursuits and the life of the mind were his calling. There were times when Fred’s expositions and exhortations brought to mind a Greek philosopher or a Roman senator, but in the main he was a lovable, concerned and slightly rumpled friend with a notable generosity of spirit.
I will miss him greatly.
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Peter Bradley
October 17, 2011
The world shrunk a bit when Fred, my dear friend of six decades, died. He was a man whose curiosity and erudition spanned centuries and continents and whose delight in the discovery of new knowledge never abated. Ever the ardent scholar, he was as well a cineaste, a gourmand, and a collector of kitsch as well as art and artifacts. He’s the only art historian and archaeologist I’ve known who treasured a table lamp made from a colorful and rhinestone-encrusted bust of Elvis Presley and whose music collection included blues, early rap, traditional Greek music, Frank Sinatra, the Beatles and Carla Bruni.
Something of a clown and cut-up in his prep school years, he underwent a conversion of sorts upon entering Yale University, deciding that scholarly pursuits and the life of the mind were his calling. There were times when Fred’s expositions and exhortations brought to mind a Greek philosopher or a Roman senator, but in the main he was a lovable, concerned and slightly rumpled friend with a notable generosity of spirit.
I will miss him greatly.
David Thorpe
October 2, 2011
With sadness I learned of the passing of Fred who touched my life many years ago as a young architecture student.
He agreed to mentor me on my undergraduate thesis and invited me to spend the Summer of 1979 as his apprentice working with him in his archeological researches in Greece. I fondly recall his sharp wit, intellectual curiosity and deep knowledge of his field. I saw him by chance but one other time since that summer but remember him well. He was always the real life "Indiana Jones" to me.
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