Words from Richard (son)
My name is Richard and I am Lloyd's son. Thank you for coming. Your support fo all of us is gratefully appreciated. As we celebrate Lloyd's life we can realize how he touched the many people in this room.
His wife, my mom, passed away 3 years ago. Their four children are myself, sister Ann, brothers Bob and Roger. As a family we did many activities together; boating, fishing, camping, visiting relatives, racing, sailing and much more.
His profession was a high school math teacher with a reputation as being tough but fair. The THINK sign on his desk or over the black board was always challenging his students to do better and excel.
He enjoyed the local waters here and in Florida. He would go just about anywhere to catch a fish or harvest some type of shell fish. Dad would always share the catch with family and friends. The various cats in our family always got many meals of whatever was in season, all year round.
We all remember his as being a fierce competitor; as a bridge player life master, on the water with the largest and most fish, at school as the matheletes coach, many board games with long running tallies, sailing as a kid with his brother in the WeScot Class, racing over the Northeast in the NASCAR modified series. One year he won top prize in the country for 'Fantasy NASCAR' big league racing.
He played basketball in school, while in the Coast Guard, and on town teams. Later in life he always knew scores, standings and the players with the NY teams. He would always have insight and opinions before, during and after games. IF any relative or friend was remotely connected with a sports team he would follow it and know what was happening.
At ninety-three years old, I am very thankful to have had him in our lives for such a long time. I will forever thank him and my mom for bieng great parents.
Thank you
My name is Richard and I am Lloyd's son. Thank you for coming. Your support fo all of us is gratefully appreciated. As we celebrate Lloyd's life we can realize how he touched the many people in this room.
His wife, my mom, passed away 3 years ago. Their four children are myself, sister Ann, brothers Bob and Roger. As a family we did many activities together; boating, fishing, camping, visiting relatives, racing, sailing and much more.
His profession was a high school math teacher with a reputation as being tough but fair. The THINK sign on his desk or over the black board was always challenging his students to do better and excel.
He enjoyed the local waters here and in Florida. He would go just about anywhere to catch a fish or harvest some type of shell fish. Dad would always share the catch with family and friends. The various cats in our family always got many meals of whatever was in season, all year round.
We all remember his as being a fierce competitor; as a bridge player life master, on the water with the largest and most fish, at school as the matheletes coach, many board games with long running tallies, sailing as a kid with his brother in the WeScot Class, racing over the Northeast in the NASCAR modified series. One year he won top prize in the country for 'Fantasy NASCAR' big league racing.
He played basketball in school, while in the Coast Guard, and on town teams. Later in life he always knew scores, standings and the players with the NY teams. He would always have insight and opinions before, during and after games. IF any relative or friend was remotely connected with a sports team he would follow it and know what was happening.
At ninety-three years old, I am very thankful to have had him in our lives for such a long time. I will forever thank him and my mom for bieng great parents.
Thank you
Words from Ann (daughter)
My name is Ann, Lloyd’s daughter. He would be very touched to see all of you gathered here today. Please make sure to stay and join us for refreshments, slideshow, photos, conversation and memories directly after this ceremony in the Fellowship Hall.
Many years ago I went to a palm reader and the first thing she said was “You come from good people.” She hit the nail on the head with that one - yes, I do come from good people from parents and grandparents and beyond.
So I’d like to say a few words about my dad. I was trying to think of a couple of words that summed him up... well strong-willed and stubborn came to mind...but that, of course, was not the total of him. Something someone said yesterday clicked with me and the word that best describes my dad is “full-on”. Everything he did in life he did ‘full-on’ which to me means that he lived life to the fullest and did everything with gusto and intensity. The person who lived with this ‘full-on’ man was my mom, Cathy, who passed away in Feb of 2014. They say that behind every successful man there is a woman and she undoubtably was part of what enabled him to be the man he was. Indeed, as her favorite door mat stated “A fisherman and a normal person live here.”
So to continue about my dad...
Are there any of my dad’s former students here? One of the reasons that he touched so many students with his teaching is that he taught ‘full-on’. He had high expectations for all of his students, hard work was the norm and most of his students achieved a rigorous mathematics background. Any student who put forth effort was assured of as much extra help after school as needed. Now, I did hear rumor of one student who really struggled in a math class and my dad told him that he would help him so that he could pass the class - if he promised not to take another math class from my dad! Also, you didn’t want to day dream in his class for fear of a piece of chalk being tossed at you! All of my siblings had the experience of riding with him in his truck on the way to school and holding the mug of coffee while he drove (way before cup holders in cars) or shifting or steering while he had his final cup of java for the morning.
My dad was my math teacher for 4 years in high school - I wasn’t allowed to call him ‘dad’, I couldn’t get Mr. Clark to roll off my tongue so for all 4 years I never addressed him by name - just raised my hand answering and asking questions... I remember being reprimanded for staring out the window and not paying attention (no chalk tossed at me though), or being made to walk to the front of the room to spit my gum into the trash can. The payoff came when I went to university, and like many of his students, was far ahead of other students in my mathematical understandings. Even last summer some of his Calculus students in town for a class reunion stopped by the house to let him know of the influence that he had had on their lives and education - the ultimate teacher reward!
Full-on with food - you bet! He loved his food and ate with gusto! No chicken bone escaped him without being fully cleaned. He especially loved fresh vegetables and anything that came from the sea, even being known to fry up some fish for breakfast.
Are there any bridge players here? He was a full-on competitor in any game that he played including cribbage and bridge. Not to mention the 1131 cryptograms that are solved on his iPad. He played duplicate bridge all of his adult life and achieved Life Master status in the American Contract Bridge League. At one time or another all of his children were tasked with setting up the bridge tables and chairs for the weekly game in Southold. Ask Roger about the time he forgot to set them up!! My dad was playing... and winning bridge games up until a month before he passed. I played many, many cribbage games with my dad and many 3 way games with him and my mom. Each game had to be tallied on a score card and a running total kept. Boy oh boy, could he moan and groan if he was losing!
I know there are some fishermen here. My dad was a ‘full-on’ fisherman. Nothing was better than being out on the water with a fishing pole. My earliest memory of anything is of being with him somewhere on a dock where he was fishing. He was known to stretch a fish to meet the requirements - “hey dad this one is 11 and a quarter - no, see if we stretch it just to the very edge of the mouth and the end of the tail, it’s close enough to 12 inches...and into the cooler it went. My brother Roger will talk more about my dad’s water escapades.
For many years, my dad was a ‘full-on’ member of the Clark 50 Racing Team. He, along with all 3 of my brothers ran a car in the NASCAR Modified Series. His mathematical background and logical brain made him invaluable as the statistician for the team. He was part of every plan, every race and every detail of the team.
My dad was also a ‘full-on’ sports fan and spent many hours watching the Knicks, Giants and Yankees. Often, I chose to be in a different part of the house when he was watching as his competitive nature came out in varied vocal expressions of disappointment if the team was losing!
More than anything else, my dad was a ‘full-on’ family man. He loved his wife and they had many good years together both in bringing up a family, then had many adventures traveling, pulling a fifth wheel motor home, enjoying being a part of grandchildren’s lives, and settling down to being ‘snow birds’ in Florida. My dad continued his fishing in Florida while my mom loved walking the beaches and collecting shells. These were golden years for them, both retired, in good health, and time to spend with friends and family. Growing up, as was normal, we kids had our frustrations, rebellions, etc. with our parents - but we always, always knew that we were loved and supported. There was nothing my dad wouldn’t do for his family. He and my mom gave us a solid foundation on which to build our own lives and they were always the center of family life. Thanksgivings, Christmases, birthdays, attending every child and grandchild’s various soccer games, concerts, etc., back yard barbecues, boating adventures... they all were great, but it was the day to day love that nurtured us until the day each died and now continues in a world beyond.
I’ll close in saying from all of your children thanks, Dad, for being an immense part of our lives.
My name is Ann, Lloyd’s daughter. He would be very touched to see all of you gathered here today. Please make sure to stay and join us for refreshments, slideshow, photos, conversation and memories directly after this ceremony in the Fellowship Hall.
Many years ago I went to a palm reader and the first thing she said was “You come from good people.” She hit the nail on the head with that one - yes, I do come from good people from parents and grandparents and beyond.
So I’d like to say a few words about my dad. I was trying to think of a couple of words that summed him up... well strong-willed and stubborn came to mind...but that, of course, was not the total of him. Something someone said yesterday clicked with me and the word that best describes my dad is “full-on”. Everything he did in life he did ‘full-on’ which to me means that he lived life to the fullest and did everything with gusto and intensity. The person who lived with this ‘full-on’ man was my mom, Cathy, who passed away in Feb of 2014. They say that behind every successful man there is a woman and she undoubtably was part of what enabled him to be the man he was. Indeed, as her favorite door mat stated “A fisherman and a normal person live here.”
So to continue about my dad...
Are there any of my dad’s former students here? One of the reasons that he touched so many students with his teaching is that he taught ‘full-on’. He had high expectations for all of his students, hard work was the norm and most of his students achieved a rigorous mathematics background. Any student who put forth effort was assured of as much extra help after school as needed. Now, I did hear rumor of one student who really struggled in a math class and my dad told him that he would help him so that he could pass the class - if he promised not to take another math class from my dad! Also, you didn’t want to day dream in his class for fear of a piece of chalk being tossed at you! All of my siblings had the experience of riding with him in his truck on the way to school and holding the mug of coffee while he drove (way before cup holders in cars) or shifting or steering while he had his final cup of java for the morning.
My dad was my math teacher for 4 years in high school - I wasn’t allowed to call him ‘dad’, I couldn’t get Mr. Clark to roll off my tongue so for all 4 years I never addressed him by name - just raised my hand answering and asking questions... I remember being reprimanded for staring out the window and not paying attention (no chalk tossed at me though), or being made to walk to the front of the room to spit my gum into the trash can. The payoff came when I went to university, and like many of his students, was far ahead of other students in my mathematical understandings. Even last summer some of his Calculus students in town for a class reunion stopped by the house to let him know of the influence that he had had on their lives and education - the ultimate teacher reward!
Full-on with food - you bet! He loved his food and ate with gusto! No chicken bone escaped him without being fully cleaned. He especially loved fresh vegetables and anything that came from the sea, even being known to fry up some fish for breakfast.
Are there any bridge players here? He was a full-on competitor in any game that he played including cribbage and bridge. Not to mention the 1131 cryptograms that are solved on his iPad. He played duplicate bridge all of his adult life and achieved Life Master status in the American Contract Bridge League. At one time or another all of his children were tasked with setting up the bridge tables and chairs for the weekly game in Southold. Ask Roger about the time he forgot to set them up!! My dad was playing... and winning bridge games up until a month before he passed. I played many, many cribbage games with my dad and many 3 way games with him and my mom. Each game had to be tallied on a score card and a running total kept. Boy oh boy, could he moan and groan if he was losing!
I know there are some fishermen here. My dad was a ‘full-on’ fisherman. Nothing was better than being out on the water with a fishing pole. My earliest memory of anything is of being with him somewhere on a dock where he was fishing. He was known to stretch a fish to meet the requirements - “hey dad this one is 11 and a quarter - no, see if we stretch it just to the very edge of the mouth and the end of the tail, it’s close enough to 12 inches...and into the cooler it went. My brother Roger will talk more about my dad’s water escapades.
For many years, my dad was a ‘full-on’ member of the Clark 50 Racing Team. He, along with all 3 of my brothers ran a car in the NASCAR Modified Series. His mathematical background and logical brain made him invaluable as the statistician for the team. He was part of every plan, every race and every detail of the team.
My dad was also a ‘full-on’ sports fan and spent many hours watching the Knicks, Giants and Yankees. Often, I chose to be in a different part of the house when he was watching as his competitive nature came out in varied vocal expressions of disappointment if the team was losing!
More than anything else, my dad was a ‘full-on’ family man. He loved his wife and they had many good years together both in bringing up a family, then had many adventures traveling, pulling a fifth wheel motor home, enjoying being a part of grandchildren’s lives, and settling down to being ‘snow birds’ in Florida. My dad continued his fishing in Florida while my mom loved walking the beaches and collecting shells. These were golden years for them, both retired, in good health, and time to spend with friends and family. Growing up, as was normal, we kids had our frustrations, rebellions, etc. with our parents - but we always, always knew that we were loved and supported. There was nothing my dad wouldn’t do for his family. He and my mom gave us a solid foundation on which to build our own lives and they were always the center of family life. Thanksgivings, Christmases, birthdays, attending every child and grandchild’s various soccer games, concerts, etc., back yard barbecues, boating adventures... they all were great, but it was the day to day love that nurtured us until the day each died and now continues in a world beyond.
I’ll close in saying from all of your children thanks, Dad, for being an immense part of our lives.
Words from Roger (son)
First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here today. My dad would be honored, flattered, humbled and truly amazed. If you don’t mind, I’d like to bore you for a little while with a bit of wacky philosophy. Maybe we can lighten things up a little.
I’m pretty sure everyone here has had an experience, incident, accident, or a mere accident in which you’ve walked away, looked back, and said:
“Wow. How’d I survive that one? Somebody must’ve been watching over me…” We’ve all been there, right? Probably at least once.
Well, let me tell you, my dad had somebody watching over him. It all started when he was four years old, and wandered out onto one of the docks at Brigham’s Shipyard where his dad worked. He somehow fell into the water (probably going after a crab or something). Luckily one of the yard workers saw him fall in and pulled him right out. It made the Suffolk Times and everything! In fact, that’s how we found out about it – a family friend found it in the archives. We may have never known otherwise! In fact, I asked my dad about that incident some years ago, if he remembered and what not, he said:
“Oh yeah, yeah. I remember going down, down, down. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop. Then, I felt two strong arms grab me and pull me up.”
As my Dad’s life went on, there were some other marine related incidents. I know Richard can tell you about some adventures off of Montauk in a 16’ Boston Whaler in should we say, “less than ideal” conditions. Then, there was the nighttime Plum Gut incident in the same boat. Or how about the time he broke through the ice on an ice boat in Hallock’s Bay? He was in the water for a long time before they got him out. There were a few other probably not so life-threatening incidents as well…
Now, I don’t mean to belittle or make anyone think that my dad was irresponsible or foolish. He was anything but that. He built and accomplished things in life that I wouldn’t ever attempt, or be capable of. Always with positive results and no incident. He just had this sense of adventure that got ahead of himself once in a while.
That leads to my theory. I think, or would like to believe, that up in heaven, God’s got a special team of guardian angels. “The A Team,” if you will. Their mission is to watch over the special people in life. Now by special, I don’t mean that they only protect the accident-prone or foolish people, but they help keep an eye on the people who try to do all of the right things in life – the people who are not evil, love, protect, and take care of their families and the people they love, raise their children with unconditional love and fairness, and if needed gentle discipline. All of that was my dad.
As far as the discipline part goes, the man never laid a hand on me, even though I probably deserved a good slap in the face once in a while. All he had to do was give me that look of disappointment and a few choice words, and that was all that was needed.
Anyway, if you look into this guardian angel theory, you might question why they saved him when he was only four years old. He didn’t have a chance to show his “worthiness” yet. Well, God knew that his parents were special people as well and they were doing all the right things in life and that this little guy was going to do great things in life. I will always be grateful to God for that one because none of us, myself and my siblings and our kids, would even be here today if the A team hadn’t sprung into action in 1928.
Without divulging too many details, I also know that my siblings and I have had some harrowing experiences in life where the only explanation for survival had to be some kind of divine intervention (AKA, The A Team).
So, looking back on all of this, if my Dad could leave behind any legacy or advice, it would probably be: don’t be evil, love, take care, and protect your family and the ones you love, do things with good intentions, and keep your heart in the right place. And the next time you or your family gets into a scrape, hopefully The A Team will be there to save the day.
Dad, if you’re listening, I think you should try out for The A Team, you’re more than qualified. Thanks, Dad. I love you.
First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here today. My dad would be honored, flattered, humbled and truly amazed. If you don’t mind, I’d like to bore you for a little while with a bit of wacky philosophy. Maybe we can lighten things up a little.
I’m pretty sure everyone here has had an experience, incident, accident, or a mere accident in which you’ve walked away, looked back, and said:
“Wow. How’d I survive that one? Somebody must’ve been watching over me…” We’ve all been there, right? Probably at least once.
Well, let me tell you, my dad had somebody watching over him. It all started when he was four years old, and wandered out onto one of the docks at Brigham’s Shipyard where his dad worked. He somehow fell into the water (probably going after a crab or something). Luckily one of the yard workers saw him fall in and pulled him right out. It made the Suffolk Times and everything! In fact, that’s how we found out about it – a family friend found it in the archives. We may have never known otherwise! In fact, I asked my dad about that incident some years ago, if he remembered and what not, he said:
“Oh yeah, yeah. I remember going down, down, down. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop. Then, I felt two strong arms grab me and pull me up.”
As my Dad’s life went on, there were some other marine related incidents. I know Richard can tell you about some adventures off of Montauk in a 16’ Boston Whaler in should we say, “less than ideal” conditions. Then, there was the nighttime Plum Gut incident in the same boat. Or how about the time he broke through the ice on an ice boat in Hallock’s Bay? He was in the water for a long time before they got him out. There were a few other probably not so life-threatening incidents as well…
Now, I don’t mean to belittle or make anyone think that my dad was irresponsible or foolish. He was anything but that. He built and accomplished things in life that I wouldn’t ever attempt, or be capable of. Always with positive results and no incident. He just had this sense of adventure that got ahead of himself once in a while.
That leads to my theory. I think, or would like to believe, that up in heaven, God’s got a special team of guardian angels. “The A Team,” if you will. Their mission is to watch over the special people in life. Now by special, I don’t mean that they only protect the accident-prone or foolish people, but they help keep an eye on the people who try to do all of the right things in life – the people who are not evil, love, protect, and take care of their families and the people they love, raise their children with unconditional love and fairness, and if needed gentle discipline. All of that was my dad.
As far as the discipline part goes, the man never laid a hand on me, even though I probably deserved a good slap in the face once in a while. All he had to do was give me that look of disappointment and a few choice words, and that was all that was needed.
Anyway, if you look into this guardian angel theory, you might question why they saved him when he was only four years old. He didn’t have a chance to show his “worthiness” yet. Well, God knew that his parents were special people as well and they were doing all the right things in life and that this little guy was going to do great things in life. I will always be grateful to God for that one because none of us, myself and my siblings and our kids, would even be here today if the A team hadn’t sprung into action in 1928.
Without divulging too many details, I also know that my siblings and I have had some harrowing experiences in life where the only explanation for survival had to be some kind of divine intervention (AKA, The A Team).
So, looking back on all of this, if my Dad could leave behind any legacy or advice, it would probably be: don’t be evil, love, take care, and protect your family and the ones you love, do things with good intentions, and keep your heart in the right place. And the next time you or your family gets into a scrape, hopefully The A Team will be there to save the day.
Dad, if you’re listening, I think you should try out for The A Team, you’re more than qualified. Thanks, Dad. I love you.
Words from Abbey (granddaughter)
A long-time journalist and columnist once said: “If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.”
Fishing was just one of the really important things in life for my grandfather. All jokes aside, family was probably most important to him. My grandfather was married to my grandmother for over 60 years and even though he was sometimes demanding and at times stubborn, you could tell in the way that he looked at her every time that she was gold in his eyes. He was an incredibly smart man and provided for his family financially and without a doubt, showered his family with compassion. He was a man of routine, tradition and habit – and for that, family gatherings like backyard barbecues and holidays growing up were like clockwork, but without fail, festive, fun and full of love.
It was always apparent that his children and his grandchildren meant everything to him. I saw my grandfather for the last time on Father’s Day. I gave him a card saying how the world was better with him as a father and a grandfather – and I stand by every word. He taught me what responsibility and hard work ethic looks like and for that I’m incredibly grateful.
Needless to say, as an educator for more than 30 years, education was near and dear to my grandfather’s heart. Not only education for others, but keeping his own mind sharp – right until the very end. Growing up, he’d always ask me what my hardest class was in school and told me to keep working harder at it so it wasn't so hard. He taught me the lesson of not giving up on what doesn’t always come easy to you. This is still sometimes a hard concept for me to accept, but to this day it has made me persevere every time I was stuck (not to mention the fact that I knew he believed in me, that I was bright and could do it on my own.) I’m sure many of you have had a similar experience with an educator, I was just lucky enough to have it with my own grandfather.
I can’t thank my grandpa enough for building a family and a life for himself on the beautiful North Fork of Long Island. You loved the salty air out here and because of you, this will always be my home, and will be forever your home. I think if there was one thing to learn from my grandfather it would be to concentrate on the most important things in your life and find yourself lucky to have them.
A long-time journalist and columnist once said: “If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.”
Fishing was just one of the really important things in life for my grandfather. All jokes aside, family was probably most important to him. My grandfather was married to my grandmother for over 60 years and even though he was sometimes demanding and at times stubborn, you could tell in the way that he looked at her every time that she was gold in his eyes. He was an incredibly smart man and provided for his family financially and without a doubt, showered his family with compassion. He was a man of routine, tradition and habit – and for that, family gatherings like backyard barbecues and holidays growing up were like clockwork, but without fail, festive, fun and full of love.
It was always apparent that his children and his grandchildren meant everything to him. I saw my grandfather for the last time on Father’s Day. I gave him a card saying how the world was better with him as a father and a grandfather – and I stand by every word. He taught me what responsibility and hard work ethic looks like and for that I’m incredibly grateful.
Needless to say, as an educator for more than 30 years, education was near and dear to my grandfather’s heart. Not only education for others, but keeping his own mind sharp – right until the very end. Growing up, he’d always ask me what my hardest class was in school and told me to keep working harder at it so it wasn't so hard. He taught me the lesson of not giving up on what doesn’t always come easy to you. This is still sometimes a hard concept for me to accept, but to this day it has made me persevere every time I was stuck (not to mention the fact that I knew he believed in me, that I was bright and could do it on my own.) I’m sure many of you have had a similar experience with an educator, I was just lucky enough to have it with my own grandfather.
I can’t thank my grandpa enough for building a family and a life for himself on the beautiful North Fork of Long Island. You loved the salty air out here and because of you, this will always be my home, and will be forever your home. I think if there was one thing to learn from my grandfather it would be to concentrate on the most important things in your life and find yourself lucky to have them.
Words from Billy (son-in-law)
Good Afternoon
As I was eating breakfast recently, I noticed how good the peaches and cherries tasted. I had even placed some delicious walnuts on the same cereal. It was brought to my memory that almost all fruit and nut trees are not really a single tree. The bottom of the tree is called the rootstock, its ability to handle cold, virus’s, various soil types. Some common rootstock for citrus is sour lemon or rough orange. The fruit bearing part is from another kind of tree of the same species. The upper part is grafted onto the rootstock making delicious combinations of fruits that we enjoy. This grafting of one plant onto another makes the best of the rootstock and the grafted possible.
Hello, my name is Billy. It has been my good fortune to have been grafted into the Clark family for 17 years. Lloyd’s daughter, Ann, is my wife. My graft (sometimes referred to as budbark) comes from the West coast, where butter is measured in cubes (not sticks), and the sun sets in the ocean in late afternoon (not rises in the early morning), and where we seem to not differentiate between the pronunciation of “Mary, Merry, and Marry).
It has been an interesting journey, I don’t have any fishing stories with Lloyd, not one of his former students, and haven’t played bridge for many years. However, I have come to know Lloyd through his children, the personal part of the Clark tree that shows the evidence of Lloyd and Cathy’s nurturing and upbringing of their children.
Looking across the Clark tree I have found sincerity, compassion, hard work ethic, frugality, attention to detail, honesty, care for one another and love for family, friends, and community. Ann happens to be a wonderful teacher as were her parents.
In my opinion, Lloyd and Cathy were great parents.
It has been a good graft from all viewpoints.
Thank you.
Good Afternoon
As I was eating breakfast recently, I noticed how good the peaches and cherries tasted. I had even placed some delicious walnuts on the same cereal. It was brought to my memory that almost all fruit and nut trees are not really a single tree. The bottom of the tree is called the rootstock, its ability to handle cold, virus’s, various soil types. Some common rootstock for citrus is sour lemon or rough orange. The fruit bearing part is from another kind of tree of the same species. The upper part is grafted onto the rootstock making delicious combinations of fruits that we enjoy. This grafting of one plant onto another makes the best of the rootstock and the grafted possible.
Hello, my name is Billy. It has been my good fortune to have been grafted into the Clark family for 17 years. Lloyd’s daughter, Ann, is my wife. My graft (sometimes referred to as budbark) comes from the West coast, where butter is measured in cubes (not sticks), and the sun sets in the ocean in late afternoon (not rises in the early morning), and where we seem to not differentiate between the pronunciation of “Mary, Merry, and Marry).
It has been an interesting journey, I don’t have any fishing stories with Lloyd, not one of his former students, and haven’t played bridge for many years. However, I have come to know Lloyd through his children, the personal part of the Clark tree that shows the evidence of Lloyd and Cathy’s nurturing and upbringing of their children.
Looking across the Clark tree I have found sincerity, compassion, hard work ethic, frugality, attention to detail, honesty, care for one another and love for family, friends, and community. Ann happens to be a wonderful teacher as were her parents.
In my opinion, Lloyd and Cathy were great parents.
It has been a good graft from all viewpoints.
Thank you.