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Ron Huffman lit a candle
Monday, December 2, 2013
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Thinking of the Farrell family as we approach the holidays. Love always from the Huffman's down in Georgia.
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Sunday, April 7, 2013
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Peter MacEwen posted a condolence
Friday, December 21, 2012
I can't begin to quantify the changes that Joe brought about in our scout troop when he arrived in 1972. He taught us so many things not just about scouting but life as well. I still remember some of the songs he taught us singing around the camp fire. It has been decades since I last saw him, but I can still hear him singing the Billboard song. I am sad that he no longer walks among us.
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Karen & Mark Klawin lit a candle
Monday, December 17, 2012
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Love and sympathies to Aunt Joan, Mike, Jenny and your families. Uncle Joe was a true one of a kind. JOY is the first word that comes to mind. From when I was a child to when Joe was with our children. Always pure joy. Heavy hearts now but wonderful memories.
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Bill Huffman posted a condolence
Saturday, December 15, 2012
My first memory of Uncle Joe was when I was just a boy of about 7 at my childhood home in Massachusetts. The Farrells were visiting, maybe having just returned from Chile or simply on a vacation, and I still vividly remember the two families (Huffmans and Farrells) sitting in the living room, talking, visiting, playing, and laughing. Uncle Joe and Mike each had a guitar and while many songs were played and sung, I remember two specifically: "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore" and "Kumbiyah." Whenever I hear those songs I think of that day and our families, and Uncle Joe and Mike in particular. I envied them their ability to conjure beautiful music from the ether and in such perfect harmony. Many times, just in the past year, as I have begun teaching myself to play guitar on my own son's guitar, I have recalled that special memory and wondered if my son and I will have a time of shared music like Uncle Joe and Mike have had.
My family began enjoying the adventures of camping this past summer, and I certainly thought of Uncle Joe and Aunt Joan and their love of camping while we were learning to set up our tent, starting a fire, or hunkering down in a rainstorm, simply enjoying the family time together. I think I might have finally understood, at least a little bit, why Uncle Joe enjoyed the out-of-doors so much.
Lastly, suspenders. Uncle Joe is the only person I've known who made suspenders look good.
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The Huffmans in New Hampshire lit a candle
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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Our love and sympathy goes to Aunt Joan, Jenny, Mike, and the rest of the Farrell clan. Uncle Joe was a wonderful person and will be missed, but he will also always be in our hearts.
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Bill Huffman and family posted a condolence
Saturday, December 15, 2012
We've been thinking of the family all week and send our love. Wish we could be there to share the memories of a great person with you all.
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Megan Haggerty - CIDE student, Oxford posted a condolence
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Joe made a huge impact in my life - to be a researcher with compassion. But what amazed me was his ability to do that for so many of his students. TTT. Things take time. An incredible legacy.
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Katherine Clark posted a condolence
Friday, December 14, 2012
I will never be the writer that my brother is, but Uncle Joe was always my favorite uncle as well, and he will be forever loved and now missed, but the fun and wonderful memories of him will live within me forever.
Ron's brief mention of the hailstorm while at Joan and Joe's home was only part of the excitement of that day, as I can remember that this visit to their home was shortly after they had returned from their year-long honeymoon in Hawaii and this was the first time that our family had visited them in their new home. Uncle Joe was outside bar-b-cuing a teriyaki steak that day, when the big thunderstorm blew in that ended up giving us that hailstorm with the enormous hailstones, and I can remember his rushing around hoping to finish up the steak before the rain began, which he did (and I still remember how wonderful that steak was, which was probably my first taste of teriyaki.) Then, late that same night, long after everyone had gone to bed, I can remember hearing the sudden pop-pop-pop noise, with my parents and Joan and Joe getting up to see what the noise was - only to discover what I thought was soda at the time (being a child, but I think it may have been wine) had "exploded", probably from the weather atmospheric pressure change that had occurred with that storm, and made a huge mess all over the floor. Uncle Joe, Aunt Joan and my parents were all in their pajamas and robes in the middle of the night and had to spend quite some time cleaning up the liquid mess from the "exploded" bottles. While that probably was not particularly fun for them, it did provide quite an interesting memory for this young girl peering around the corner to see all what all the hubbub was about.
And there was indeed Uncle Joe playing his guitar and singing folk songs. I particularly remember one Christmas, when Joan and Joe were expected to visit our house for the holidays and must have been traveling the world beforehand, because I can remember that we were getting some Christmas cards for them at our home. One of those cards always sticks out in my memory especially, because my father was always such a huge football fan, and there was actually a card for Joe and Joan that had come from their friend, Kansas City Chiefs, owner's son, Lamar Hunt Jr., that was proudly hung on the card ribbons on the wall that year! And during this same holiday visit, while Ron remembered two truly wonderful songs, my memory was always of one of my favorite songs ever…the Bob Dylan Song, Blowing in the Wind.
I can also remember their visit to New Hampshire where I lived most of my adult life, when we had a fun dinner cruise on the MS Mount Washington on Lake Winnipesaukee with my children. But one of my most precious memories, now, is of my recent visit this summer with my new husband, Dave, when we rode our motorcycles out to see Joan and Joe, and braved Toronto's 18 lane highway to get there. The single day with them both was so very special, now more than ever, as I remember touring Toronto with them in their car to see where he worked, where they used to live, the parks at lakeside, and Jenny's home (unfortunately Mike and Jenny were not around at that time). But also special was the quiet time just talking at their home after seeing the sights of Toronto, looking at photos, and especially when we sat with Joe out on their balcony and watch the showery weather. We reminisced and chucked about some of these same memories with Joe and Joan then, too. (Oh yes, his laugh was indeed joyful!) We also had a marvelous dinner at the Italian dinner across the street, and with his guidance, particularly, spent quite some time pouring over the Toronto street maps to find the best route for us to ride our motorcycles safely out of the city, so that we could avoid that intimidating highway. And indeed, his route was perfect……"the answer my friend is blowin' in the wind".
Your loving niece, Katherine (Huffman) Clark
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Katherine and David Clark lit a candle
Friday, December 14, 2012
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Our sympathies and love go out to Joan, Jenny, Mike and your families....We so wish that we could be with you in Toronto, in this difficult time, but please know that you are all in our hearts always. Remember the happy times, for Joe was indeed a very special man to all who knew him!
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Stacy Churchill posted a condolence
Friday, December 14, 2012
TO: Joan Farrell and family, Dear friend and family, Although many years have passed since we last met, please understand that I share,in some smaller way,your sense of loss with Joe's passing. I worked in distant association with Joe for decades and keep in my memory a man who was characterized by great personal probity and strong social and humanitarian convictions. He made many important contributions to the development of education in Chile and other countries while inspiring generations of graduate students. We will miss him but remain proud of his heritage. Yours sincerely, Stacy Churchill -- Stacy Churchill, Ph.D. Professor emeritus, University of Toronto residence: 10 Riverside Crescent Toronto ON M6S 1B6 Canada 416-769-0843
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Former Scouts from the 110th Scout Troop lit a candle
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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A life long gratitude to our leader Joe who we remember fondly.
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Ron Huffman posted a condolence
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Uncle Joe - Recollections from an Admiring Nephew
Uncle Joe….Uncle Joe. Just saying the words brings a rush of memories. Memories of family get togethers, holidays, and vacations. I am lucky enough to have had a 'favorite uncle" - Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe was fun, cool and exotic. He had a PhD (I didn't know what that meant when I was a youngster but I knew it meant he was smart), he briefly lived in Chile, South America but his permanent home was in Toronto, Canada. Chile and Toronto were distant exotic locations to a young boy. He was bilingual (Spanish), played the guitar and happily entertained at family gatherings. My cousins (Uncle Joe's kids) were also purportedly bilingual (although I never tested the theory) from time spent in Chile. All I knew was that Uncle Joe was family and I was part of that family. I was hopeful that some of that fun and cool would rub off on me.
My earliest memories of Uncle Joe was seeing him play chess with my father at my "Pop-pop's house during a family gathering in Pennsylvania. They played for what seemed to be hours at a small window table in the dining room. My memory was of an epic battle that matched two brilliant minds in a war that should have no victor. Nobody was smarter than my Dad! No one could beat my Dad at chess. After all, Dad had a chess trophy on display in our den. Dad had read Aaron Nomzovich's (the Russian Chess Champion) Chess book called "My System". Dad had taught me chess. No one could possibly beat Dad at chess. Yet somehow, my recollection is that Uncle Joe had won a hard fought victory. The legend of Uncle Joe was taking shape. I was determined that someday I would play chess with Uncle Joe.
To a 10 year old nephew, Uncle Joe was cool. He played guitar! He was probably the first person I ever met that played guitar. When Uncle Joe arrived for a visit, we (my brother, sister and I) knew that sometime during his visit, we would be entertained with song and uninterrupted family time. Of course we had family musical requests. He would thrill us with a wonderful rendition of the "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald". Long before I ever heard Gordon Lightfoot's best selling song, it was Uncle Joe that captivated us with a song that was also a story. It was a story full of excitement that could stir a young boy's heart. He sang a song with violent storms, ship wrecks, and mystery! We couldn't wait for his next song which was always Uncle Joe's rendition of "The Billboard" folk song. The song about the tattered billboard that revealed mixed up advertisements. Uncle Joe always got a laugh when he sang the verse…"Smoke Coca-Cola chewing gum, Chew Wrigley's Spearmint beer… Ken—L—Ration dog food keeps your complexion clear… Simonize your baby with a Hershey's candy bar … and Pepsi—Cola beauty cream is used by all the stars!" We couldn't get enough of that song. We would ask Uncle Joe to sing it again and again. Everyone was happy, everyone was laughing (including Uncle Joe) and we didn't want it to end.
Much of the Uncle Joe legend came to me from my mother. She would talk to her sister (Uncle Joe's wife Joan) and relay their latest family exploits including continued world travel to more exotic locations. Mom would report on Uncle Joe's latest book, the cousin's latest achievements, and the amount of snow piling up in Toronto. The legend continued to grow after visiting Uncle Joe and family in Toronto. I latched on to human stories of Uncle Joe falling asleep with his hand in a bag of potato chips. I remember walking to a park in Toronto and Uncle Joe explaining to me that the unusual sport we were watching was lawn bowling! I also remember seeing hail from a daytime storm in their front yard that was the size of large marbles. Mostly I remember Uncle Joe always taking the time to listen and patiently converse with his young nephew. I don't remember what we talked about but I vividly remember his articulate manner and his pleasant laugh. His whole body would shake, especially his shoulders, when he laughed. He was probably the first person I ever met that enjoyed laughing at his own jokes! I laughed along even though I probably didn't even understand what I was laughing about.
I was marking my time until I had the confidence to someday challenge Uncle Joe to a game of chess. The time finally came when I was in my teens and Uncle Joe and family were coming to visit us in Massachusetts. I couldn't wait! This time I was going to ask Uncle Joe for a game of Chess. I was so concerned that I asked my mother and father for permission. I wanted to clear the decks and make sure nothing would interfere with the game. I even re-read a chapter or two of "My System". I worked and worked on my opening moves. Just like Rocky Balboa, I wanted to go the distance. I knew I couldn't possibly beat Uncle Joe, but I knew if I could make it a game then I could go to bed satisfied that I had the makings of someone who could be like Uncle Joe.
Not long after Uncle Joe and family I arrived, I courageously asked Uncle Joe if we could play a game of chess. To my disappointment, Uncle Joe politely deferred but left the door open for sometime later in the visit. In retrospect, I don't think Uncle Joe had much interest in battling his nephew in a game of chess but I would not be deterred. I was persistent and finally, Uncle Joe acquiesced and agreed to a game. I could tell his heart was not in it but he did what favorite uncles do and enjoyed time with his nephew. Dad picked up a black and white pawn and placed them behind his back. Uncle Joe let me pick a hand and I selected the white pawn. I got to make the opening move! I opened with the traditional King's pawn opening and Uncle Joe also followed with the traditional King's pawn opening. I had survived my first move and his counter move! We had a game. A few more moves and I realized that we really did have a game! It was not going to be over in 4 moves. In fact, I had captured the first piece and Uncle Joe did not immediately counter. There is always that fear in chess that you overlook something when you capture the enemy piece and that he will make you pay dearly for your mistake. But, there was no mistake and I held the upper hand deep into the game.
I have never had a good end game in chess. For some reason, the fewer the pieces the easier it is for me to slip up and make a mistake. Uncle Joe and I had reached a point late in the game where I had a one piece advantage but I could not find the fatal move. As providence would have it, my Dad came through the dining room and observed my struggle. With Uncle Joe's permission he made a suggestion and in two moves Uncle Joe resigned. I was in shock. I had beaten Uncle Joe but it really didn't feel quite right. Why didn't I want to celebrate and glow in the victory. Deep down, I know that Uncle Joe was relieved the game was over. He did his duty as an Uncle and humored me with a game. Of course, it was Dad that figured out the winning move and in his own way reassured me that he was still the chess champion of the family. As I look back on that game, I realize that it had a perfect ending. I didn't win the game. Dad and I won the game but Uncle Joe had given me a true father and son moment. I take great satisfaction in "going the distance" but it was Dad that taught me the game of chess and it was Dad that was still teaching me when the game was finally resolved. Uncle Joe may have lost game but he added to his reputation of being cool and fun by adding patient, kind, selfless, and loving. Lessons far greater and longer lasting than the moves we made during that game.
I hope everyone who reads this has memories of their special "Uncle Joe". He will forever live in my heart and to this day, every time I see a billboard, I still think of Uncle Joe and the verse…Smoke Coco-Cola chewing gum, Chew Wrigley's Spearmint beer…
Written by Uncle Joe's nephew, Ron Huffman with a sad heart commemorating the occasion of the passing of Uncle Joe. December 12, 2012.
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The Huffman's from Georgia lit a candle
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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With a sad heart but full of happy memories
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Andrew Joyce posted a condolence
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
My deepest condolences to the entire Farrell family; Joe was an important part of my youth through his leadership of the 110th scout troop. I have many fond memories of Joe and the lessons he taught. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
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Sonia and Raymond posted a condolence
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Our deepest sympathy goes out to Joan and all the family, in this sad and sudden loss. We were so fond of Joe and so grateful that our lives crossed and we formed a warm and close friendship. We will miss Joe and stay close to Joan. Wishing you strength and courage during this difficult time.
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Andrew Frank posted a condolence
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Andrew Frank made a donation to BOY SCOUTS OF CANADA PROVINCIAL COUNCIL FOR ONTARIO
As a Scouter, he did so much more for us than we ever realized at the time. He had a true gift for teaching boys lessons about life and survival without lectures or imposing his way.
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Bill, Shannon, Ethan, and Charlotte Huffman posted a condolence
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Bill, Shannon, Ethan, and Charlotte Huffman made a donation to BOY SCOUTS OF CANADA PROVINCIAL COUNCIL FOR ONTARIO
Our hearts ache with yours, but are filled with love and memories.
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Lisa Lea posted a condolence
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Lisa Lea made a donation to BOY SCOUTS OF CANADA PROVINCIAL COUNCIL FOR ONTARIO
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you.
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Sonia and Raymond posted a condolence
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Sonia and Raymond made a donation to BOY SCOUTS OF CANADA PROVINCIAL COUNCIL FOR ONTARIO
Our thoughts and love are with you all.
