We’ll Meet Up Again…
December 22, 2009 | Filed Under Chronicles of a NYC Bench, Engraved Name Plates
I’ve mentioned several times that I’m intrigued with the people who are named on these park bench engraved name plates. I’d love to know more about them. When they have a full name, I’ll google the name to see if I can get some information. I tried to do it for the woman named in the previous post but no luck there. However, to my surprise, I found some information on the man named in the above photo. His family set up a nice tribute blog in his memory. I looked at his photo on the blog and my first reaction was that he looked familiar. I looked closely, a second time, and realized that I KNEW him! Well, I did not know him personally, but it turns out that he lived on my block and I remember seeing him all the time. It seemed that his favorite mode of transportation was his bicycle. Coming and going, he always had his bike with him. From time to time, I would see him with his family, too. When I no longer saw him, I never thought about it and I certainly never thought that he’d passed away. I was very sorry to discover this news. What a small world that I’d indirectly know one of these people named on the engraved bench plates.
Paz
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Yes it is a small world Paz. Your experience is the type of thing that always makes me feel we are all connected in some small way-if not a big way.
this is one of the most comforting things a family can have when a loved one passes. it’s a place family and friends can go to when they are grieving. We have one for my brother-in-law who passed away unexpectedly 3 years ago. It’s a great source of solace to be able to sit outside close to where he used to live and just reflect.
Very touching post Paz.
So touching that you and he crossed paths often. I’ll bet he noticed you, too.
xoxo Christine
Very deep and touching post, Paz.
(His surname seems to be Sardinian).
We do come to “know” so many people in this way. I’m glad that you had the opportunity to learn more about this man.
We are, indeed, “The Family of Man”.
A very touching post Paz.
Oh, Paz this post is very touching. You made me find the same blog site and to see this man who went before his time. How sad!
Paz, A very nice story: you now have a sense of closure for the man on the bicycle……
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CD–U3zE1E
ET
Finally catching up on your recent posts. Your December 9th post on the Fletcher House caught my attention. We have toured the house several times. Harry Sinclair, founder of the Sinclair Oil Company in the 20′s was an owner of this house for about 15 years. One of the last direct descendents of Peter Styversant was the last private owner of the house. The complex is actually 3 houses. The other two doors facing 5th Avenue belonged to Jock Whitney. He gave one to his son for a “bachelor pad”. The door to the left is the last single family residence on 5th Avenue and the one on the right is the French Cultural Institute. The story is that the marble stairs in this building were in “Gone with the Wind. Jock Whitney was the main money man of this classic. I’ve watched the movie several times and can’t find “the marble stairs” in it anywhere. The complex of adjoining buildings have a great history. It’s worth a visit.
Love this post on the benches. I also wonder about the people. I’ve told my husband I want a bench in Central Park when I die. He just looks at me and smiles.
hello Paz, Dino Tortu is a italian name, better Sardinian name typical surname from the beautiful italian island Sardinia
merry xstams!!!
Luis
~Now that is truly wonderful Paz.~
The world is a very small place. & you never know when or how your life is going to touch anothers. It is on of the greatest gifts.~
~I just wanted to pop by & ~Wish you a Very Merry Christmas & a blessed A happy New Year !~
I think about you often.~ I have made a great leap of faith in giving up one of my jobs to focus more on my own artwork.~
~So, I, for one am looking forward to my “new” life(style) in the new year.~((((BIG HUGS))))to you sweet friend !~
~amy~
Dont’t you wish that you talked to him? Perhaps said hello?
But people are too busy talking into their cell phones, listening to music..very often don’t notice other bypassers and neighbours.
Now you can visit his bench and say hello..
I visit quite often our daughters memorial bench in our Guildwood Park overlooking Lake Ontario.
A very quiet place to visit and remember.
And there is peace.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Gisela
Very intriguing and touching!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Cheers,
Rosa
Merry Christmas!
Thanks for stopping by, everyone!
Paz
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