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In Cincinnati, Gayle and my mother, Rhoda Dennison, became close friends. So close that Gayle was my godmother and my mother was Cathy Smith’s. How fortunate for our families to have met and I think Gayle and Dick and my parents were so happy to know that the friendships have extended to the next generation; Carol Smith Pynchon is the best friend anyone could ever ask for. The entire Smith family was especially supportive to my family after the sudden death of my mother. I will always be grateful for their kindness and for including me in their family.
I told Gayle how she influenced my life in another way too and I hope that she knew the power of her words. When I was in graduate school and engaged to be married, Gayle asked me in her interested way, ” What do you want to do next?” I confessed to Gayle that I always dreamed of going to Spain to live for a while. Her thoughtful response hit home; “Don’t put off living your dream.” Thanks to Gayle’s thoughtful question and perfect response, as newlyweds, my husband and I spent a semester living and studying in Spain. I began my own adventure!
Oh my…..what a beautiful tribute to honor a beautiful woman!!! She and I developed such a special relationship at Redeemer. We laughed and prayed and engaged in meaningful conversations. I had such respect and affection for her…bottom line is she was a blessing in my life. You all have my support….Caroline
What great memories this old guy, and his recently departed wife, Patty, have of so many great years with Gayle and Dick. They were both SO special! Our years of sailing, both of our vessels, both with our Kiddos, and just the 4 of us, gave us all such fun, and such sp
Special memories! (Sorry for the break in my message). We just loved both Gayle & Dick like family because we truly grew together that way over the years! My special love to the family! Bill
Gayle and Dick were one of my favorite “younger friends” of my parents. I remember the summer cruises and the evening tie ups when all of us kids were set free to roam. They were so kind to one another and to us. Always a smile and an friendly wave! You girls had it very good with them! I am so sorry for your loss!
In 2001 we were due to meet in London – a trip stopped by the events of 9/11. Sadly, it was never rescheduled and the moment was gone. It would have been a chance for us to unite in the memory of a very unusual connection. My late father Victor Lissack (he too is long since gone having died very young) was a child of the Second World War and he, like so many others, was sent across the Atlantic to live – as it turned out – with Dick’s family in or near Cincinnati. So much detail is now fading or lost but one thing that I do know is that my father was very happy there and made very welcome – I wanted to thank Dick – and Gayle – had we met. So, through this medium I hope my thanks may echo down the years and find you Linda, Carol and Cathy. I have no idea whether you ever find yourselves in London, but if you do I would be pleased to thank you for your forebears’ kindness to a small boy in a time of war which left a mark through his happy and successful life. If you dont come t London, please receive my thanks nonetheless!
In Cincinnati, Gayle and my mother, Rhoda Dennison, became close friends. So close that Gayle was my godmother and my mother was Cathy Smith’s. How fortunate for our families to have met and I think Gayle and Dick and my parents were so happy to know that the friendships have extended to the next generation; Carol Smith Pynchon is the best friend anyone could ever ask for. The entire Smith family was especially supportive to my family after the sudden death of my mother. I will always be grateful for their kindness and for including me in their family.
I told Gayle how she influenced my life in another way too and I hope that she knew the power of her words. When I was in graduate school and engaged to be married, Gayle asked me in her interested way, ” What do you want to do next?” I confessed to Gayle that I always dreamed of going to Spain to live for a while. Her thoughtful response hit home; “Don’t put off living your dream.” Thanks to Gayle’s thoughtful question and perfect response, as newlyweds, my husband and I spent a semester living and studying in Spain. I began my own adventure!
Oh my…..what a beautiful tribute to honor a beautiful woman!!! She and I developed such a special relationship at Redeemer. We laughed and prayed and engaged in meaningful conversations. I had such respect and affection for her…bottom line is she was a blessing in my life. You all have my support….Caroline
What great memories this old guy, and his recently departed wife, Patty, have of so many great years with Gayle and Dick. They were both SO special! Our years of sailing, both of our vessels, both with our Kiddos, and just the 4 of us, gave us all such fun, and such sp
Special memories! (Sorry for the break in my message). We just loved both Gayle & Dick like family because we truly grew together that way over the years! My special love to the family! Bill
What an incredible obituary/story/adventure tale! What a life and so well-lived. Inspirational!
Gayle and Dick were one of my favorite “younger friends” of my parents. I remember the summer cruises and the evening tie ups when all of us kids were set free to roam. They were so kind to one another and to us. Always a smile and an friendly wave! You girls had it very good with them! I am so sorry for your loss!
In 2001 we were due to meet in London – a trip stopped by the events of 9/11. Sadly, it was never rescheduled and the moment was gone. It would have been a chance for us to unite in the memory of a very unusual connection. My late father Victor Lissack (he too is long since gone having died very young) was a child of the Second World War and he, like so many others, was sent across the Atlantic to live – as it turned out – with Dick’s family in or near Cincinnati. So much detail is now fading or lost but one thing that I do know is that my father was very happy there and made very welcome – I wanted to thank Dick – and Gayle – had we met. So, through this medium I hope my thanks may echo down the years and find you Linda, Carol and Cathy. I have no idea whether you ever find yourselves in London, but if you do I would be pleased to thank you for your forebears’ kindness to a small boy in a time of war which left a mark through his happy and successful life. If you dont come t London, please receive my thanks nonetheless!