Letters and Friends

Steve Ugelow 1943-2025

Sunday, March 9th, 2025

Thanks Vivian and Judy for forwarding this information.  The fact that it happens to any of us at this age is to be expected, but that it took place two months ago shocked me into recognition of how close what seems far away can actually be.

Though we were never close, I remember Yugie as a sweet boy, and when we me at the Kenas’ reunion, as a sweet man. R.I.P.
Steven

—– Forwarded Message —–
From: JUDY O’MEARA <[email protected]>
To: bpschiavo <[email protected]>; Phil and Vivian Deutsch <[email protected]>; Elizabeth Unger <[email protected]>; Jim and Sandy Rosenberg <[email protected]>; Barbara Kenas <[email protected]>
Sent: Saturday, March 8, 2025 at 11:35:20 AM PST
Subject: Steve Ugelow
I HAD NOT HEARD FROM STEVE FOR SOME TIME, DESPITE SENDING FREQUENT EMAILS TO HIM.  I JUST DID A SEARCH FOR HIM AND LEARNED THAT HE DIED ON JANUARY 4.  THIS IS A BIG LOSS.  HE WAS TERRIFIC AND I LOVED HIM DEARLY.

IF YOU SEARCH FOR STEPHEN UGELOW OBITUARY, YOU WILL FIND THE ANNOUNCEMENT.

JUDY OMEARA

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Facing facts

Thursday, July 18th, 2024

I checked in with Peter after our return from Germany and his from Montreal with his granddaughter.  He reported that his several undiagnosed health conditions have him walking with a cane. He mentioned that he’s been thinking about King Lear these days. I was prompted to send him this poem by Johann von Goethe and my effort at translation

An old man is always a King Lear

Whoever embraced or grappled with you

Has long since taken off.

Whoever loved or suffered with you

Is busy elsewhere.

The young are here for themselves.

It would be stupid to protest.

Come on with me old fella.

 

In Memoriam: Bob Kenas

Sunday, April 24th, 2022

December 1942-March 2022

Dear Bob

Deborah phoned me with word of your death a couple of weeks ago.  Since then, you’ve been more present to me than even during the intense emails we’ve exchanged since the reunion I attended at your home in 1996. I regretfully declined to join any more of them because of the difficulty I’ve always experienced relating to individuals within the framework of the group. With no one was that contradiction between social and individual relationships more pronounced than with you.

Back in Netherland Park your role as the classic alpha male made you seem larger than life and me to almost disappear as the tiny omega called “mousie.” And when the girl I’d been in love with since fourth grade started going with you the annihilation felt complete. (more…)