Category Archives: Obituaries

Mr. Jerusalem, R.I.P.

Frankly, the life of Teddy Kollek, who died this morning at 95, interests me more than that of the other celebrities who died recently, James Brown and Gerald Ford. Arguably, Kollek influenced the lives of more people as mayor of the city holy to the world’s three major religions:

"As one of the ‘Ben Gurion boys,’ Teddy Kollek was mostly a behind-the-scenes shaper of Israel’s history from its earliest days – until he stepped into the limelight as mayor of Jerusalem from 1965 to 1993. It was only then that his outstanding skills as a master administrator and familiar of international glitterati from Hollywood to Monaco came to the fore in his quest for support and funds to develop Israel’s backwater capital into a world-class city…Teddy gave Jerusalem, new and old, a new infrastructure, personally overseeing every detail, from garbage collection to a new sewage system to replace the 2,000-year old Roman pipes under the odoriferous Old City bazaar, while working hard to give Jew and Arab, Muslim and Christian, ultra-religious and secular communities, their place as citizens in the reunited capital."

Rest at Debka. More here and here and here.

Triple eulogy

If you’re not feeling profound, the Fat Guy has the last word on the recent spate of celebrity kickoffs:

"Weird old week for the Grim Reaper — James Brown, Gerald Ford, and Saddam Hussein. If I were Death, I’d just want to go home, take a long shower, and have a big old bourbon rocks in front of some crappy action movie after that trio."

Read. It. All.

James Kim’s tragic choice

After a week stranded in their car in a snowy Oregon woods with his wife and their daughters, an infant and a toddler, James Kim tried to save them by going for help. Their maps suggested it was a short hike to a nearby village. But they were farther away than they thought, the maps didn’t show how rough the wooded terrain would be, and the 35-year-old San Francisco technology editor apparently got lost before dying of hypothermia. Two days after he left them, his family was rescued, thanks to signals from cell phones they had left on. His body wasn’t found for two more days. You have to admire their resourcefulness, reported here and here, and his heroic decision to seek the help that hadn’t come. But the irony that, all along, food and shelter was only a few miles away, stings.

UPDATE  This sad story produced many suggestions across the blogosphere for emergency gear, to be stored in the car all the time, to the extent that’s practical, Advice is here and, best of all, on this commemorative site.

Via Instapundit

Robert Johnson’s graves

Reading "Looking Around Mississippi," a limited-edition 2005 photo and essay book by Mississippi television weatherman and features writer Walt Grayson, I was reminded there is more than one location for the grave of Delta blues musician and composer Robert Johnson who inspired Elvis and the Rolling Stones and many more.

His 1938 "death certificate simply said he was buried at Zion Church," Grayson writes. "For years no one knew which one."

They’re still confused, judging from this web site and this one, the former choosing to locate Johnson’s remains under a simple flat marker in a family plot behind Payne Chapel in Quito (short for mosquito) reading "Resting in the Blues," and the latter preferring a more ornate cenotaph at Mount Zion Church at Sheppardtown in Leflore County. It says quite a lot more, including "his blues addressed generations he would never know."

Grayson, a Baptist minister, contends the "most likely" grave for Johnson is the one with the modest upright stone at Little Zion Church on the Money Road north of Greenwood, which has this reproduced in Johnson’s handwriting: "I know that my Redeemer liveth and that He will call me from the Grave." Above that it says "he influenced millions beyond his time."

Each marker is attended by flowers sometimes and offerings most of the time, of pennies and half-empty pony bottles of Jack Daniels. The devout obviously are taking no chances.

Grayson’s book, which is full of good reporting and fine photographs, is available via the publisher, and also starts at $144.95 $79.41 used at Amazon. 

U.S. Army Sgt. Jennifer M. Hartman, R.I.P.

"Farrell said the high attendance showed the community’s care and support. The motorcyclists set up a lengthy wall of flags on both sides of Route 309 to honor Hartman. Richard E. Marcks, Allentown, is a permanent ride captain for the Fifth Division of the Patriot Guard Riders, one of the groups that was represented. ‘When the family came to the funeral home and they saw the wall of flags, they broke down in tears,’ Marcks said."

Curse of the accident prone

"Thomas L. Cook, who died at 54 when he was fatally hit by a car Sept. 11, spent much of his life recovering from the misadventures that plagued him even in the womb."

He kept coming back, and coming back, until he couldn’t anymore.

Via A General Theory of Rubbish 

Souls that live on

Somehow, I managed to miss the death Friday of the fiery Italian journalist Oriana Fallaci, 77, but Victor Davis Hanson does her obit proud, and brings in the Pope’s recent problem as well.

"So long may you run, Ms. Fallaci, you who by now have learned that, yes, there is a soul, and, yes, yours was indeed saved for eternity if only for its singular courage and honesty alone. And dear Pope: clarify, contextualize, express sorrow over the wrong interpretation of your remarks, but please don’t apologize for the Truth—not now, not ever."