Peter O’Connor served as Deep Springs’ architect from 1995 to 2001, working closely with the Student Body, the Trustees, President Jack Newell, and Building Committee chair Bob Gatje to design the Student Residence, the new Museum, and the Pihos Greenhouse, and completely renovate and seismically refit the Main Building, Ranch House, Duplex, Upfac, Midfac, and every other dwelling at Deep Springs.  

Beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother, friend and mentor, Peter O’Connor took his last, peaceful breath surrounded by his family.  He died at Virginia Mason Hospital, Seattle, from complications associated with Parkinson’s on April 11th, which was World Parkinson’s Day.  Always a gentleman and a gentle man, Peter thought noble thoughts, spoke kind words and did good deeds.  He was born on July 12, 1943 to Molly Meyer O’Connor and Cathal Wainwright O’Connor.  Peter spent his early years in Cold Spring Harbor on the North Shore of Long Island, with grandparents and many cousins nearby.   He later moved to Hanover, NH.  As a young teenager, his summers were spent working on his grandparent’s farm in Sutton, VT.  There he learned a strong work ethic that he carried with him throughout his life:  accept responsibility, exceed expectation and be a man of your word.  While working one summer at Dartmouth College, he met his truest love, Wendy Louise Falion.  They were married three years later on June 19, 1965, after Peter had graduated with a B.A. from Yale. 

The married couple left the East Coast and moved to Boulder, where Peter attended the University of Colorado, graduating with a B. Arch.  Architecture was his passion.  He knew from an early age that he wanted to be an architect.  An often-told family story centered on his kindergarten teacher’s comment, “Peter spends a great deal of time playing with blocks, and becomes quite upset when the other children knock down his structures.”  Peter’s first architectural position was as the Staff Architect for Vail Associates.  He then went on to establish his own firm in Denver in the mid-70’s.  Ever curious and eager to learn more, he and his family moved to Seattle in 1978 where he received a M. Arch. from the University of Washington.  Several years later he founded his Bainbridge Island firm, O’Connor Architects.  While listening to Pearl Jam or a Mariners game, Peter managed diverse projects ranging from commercial, academic, municipal, religious and community agency facilities to multi- and single-family residences.  He was licensed in Washington, Oregon, California, Montana, Idaho, Hawaii, and Colorado.  The varied projects he completed throughout those states will serve as his legacy and include a Russian Orthodox church in San Diego, a residence hall at Deep Springs College in the High Sierras, a restaurant in Vail, a veterinary clinic in Denver, an award-winning solar home in Montana, and a family retreat in Priest Lake, Idaho.  Local Bainbridge projects include Bainbridge Performing Arts, Vineyard Lane, Yonder, the Historic Lynwood Center Building remodel, the education center at Rolling Bay Presbyterian Church, Helpline House, Island Fitness, numerous projects for the Bainbridge Island School District and many, many residences.   He was a humble man and a humble architect, mentoring the young architects in his office and always giving full credit to them.  Peter believed strongly in using “we,” not “I” and always said he worked “with” his clients not “for” them. 

Peter’s Bainbridge Island Community was important to him.  He chaired the Bainbridge Island Planning Advisory Commission, was a housing committee member for the Bainbridge Island Comprehensive Plan, and co-chaired the Winslow Master Plan Steering Committee.  He was very concerned about affordable housing and was a member of the Housing Resources Board, the Mayor’s Task Force on Affordable Housing, and the Community Housing Coalition Task Force.  Arts and education were also important to Peter.  He served on the Board of Bainbridge Performing Arts as Vice-President, and the City’s Committee for Public Art.  For two years he was a guest instructor at West Sound Academy and also served on the school’s Planning Committee.

Peter also really, really loved skiing.  He became a ski instructor at Arapahoe Basin in 1965 and taught in a number of ski schools:  Vail, Loveland Basin, Winter Park, Stevens Pass and finally Crystal Mountain.  He was very proud to receive his 50-year pin from the Professional Ski Instructors of America in 2015.  Peter also coached ski racing (downhill was his favorite) and several of his ski racers made the U.S. National Team.  He thoroughly enjoyed working with those athletes, helping them to be better ski racers, but more importantly, how to be better young men and women.  He worked on two Olympics, Salt Lake and Whistler, as a member of the Course Setting Crew for the Men’s and Women’s Downhill and the Super-G and was the Assistant Chief Gate Judge for the World Alpine Championships in Vail in 1998 and 1999.  He served as the President of the Rocky Mountain Division Ski Coaches Association and on the Board of Directors of the US Ski Coaches Association.

Family, first and foremost, was Peter’s greatest joy. He adored his wife, Wendy; was a loving and endearing husband as well as a nurturing, gentle, and humorous father and grandfather.  Peter lived with a twinkle in his eye; this allowed him to observe people and situations, causing him to tell an ancillary joke or wink at a witty comment that he or someone else had made.   There is a story of Erin, his daughter, who at around eight or nine, brought a friend home. It was summertime, and her friend, who came from a rather serious family, was barefoot. When Peter mentioned off-handedly, “I like your shoes,” the girl was truly and utterly baffled.  We laughed about that for years and, as an essential component of Peter’s life, we are forever lifted by his humor and love.  You leaned into his personality because he had an ability to keep you off guard in a humorous, but, tender way.  His love was defined by laughter and hugs, and that was contagious because it was endless.  He was a man of few words, but his emotional presence was something spectacular. Rarely did he need to tell you his opinion, you just kind of felt it.

“What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”  Helen Keller.  Peter is survived by his wife Wendy of 53 years, daughter Erin Meyer ‘O’Connor (Chuck Gawarkiewicz), son Peter Dylan O’Connor (Betsy Schwartz), brother David O’Connor (Premla O’Connor), grandchildren Ruby, Sophie and Nicholas Gawarkiewicz, nephews, a niece and several cousins.

In accordance with Peter’s wishes, an intimate family celebration of his life will be held at the O’Connor home at a later date when Bainbridge Island is blessed with warmth and all is in full bloom.  Donations in his memory may be made to the Michael J. Fox Foundation and Bainbridge Performing Arts.  Arrangements by Cook Family Funeral Home, www.cookfamilyfuneralhome.com.

 

 

Humphrey Fisher, who died aged 85 on May 20, 2019, was a student at Deep Springs College from 1950 to 1952, and features in Jack Newell’s book, The Electric Edge of Academe: The Saga of Lucien L. Nunn and Deep Springs College as leading the protest against Board discrimination against Jewish and Black applicants during the era of quota controversy in higher education. Humphrey wrote to the Board: “Since I have come to Deep Springs, I have been introduced to one of the apparent principles of the institution of which I had no previous knowledge. This principle is the discrimination, practised in varying degrees, against certain racial groups. With such a principle I cannot agree.”

The parents of the Jewish student at the centre of the controversy wrote to Humphrey: “Stephen has apprised us of the facts of the controversy now going on at Deep Springs. He also enclosed the letter that you had sent to the Trustees. When we received the first letter from Stephen our faith in humankind was shattered, but it was fully restored upon reading your courageous letter. May you never stop being true to your ideals.”

From Deep Springs, Humphrey went on to Harvard and Oxford and a career at the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS) at London University from 1963 to 2001, where he specialised in Islamic history south of the Sahara. Humphrey helped numerous applicants attend SOAS from unusual backgrounds and with nonstandard qualifications, including older students, students from Africa, and ethnic minorities within Britain wanting to study their own heritage.

Classmate Roger Pierce DS50 writes: “Humphrey was, right from the beginning, a mentor to me. We were roommates and friends at Deep Springs, coming from very different backgrounds: he from sophisticated international connections, British to boot, I from small town California. He taught me, mostly by example, how to study. When he went to Harvard it sparked my imagination: ‘Maybe I can do that, too.’ So I did, and there we were roommates again.”

Humphrey was born in New Zealand in 1933 and evacuated at age seven from Britain to Canada in the face of a possible Nazi invasion, before attending Sidwell Friends in Washington, D.C.  As he was crossing the Atlantic westwards, his future wife, Helga, was a child refugee travelling east from Peru back to Germany in a Swedish Red Cross boat. They met in Oxford where Humphrey completed his PhD on the Ahmadiyyah Muslims, and their first two sons were born in Nigeria and Jordan.

His academic interests dovetailed with his religious convictions in unexpected ways: Humphrey was an Episcopalian priest trained at a Catholic college who attended Quaker meetings, and taught Islamic history, including to Muslim students. His view was that we are all going up different sides of the same mountain in our journey towards God. Humphrey was beloved by and inspired generations of grateful students and is survived by four sons and their wives, ten grandchildren, and a great grandchild.

– This obituary was kindly abridged from the funeral address of his son Thomas Fisher of South Uist, Outer Hebrides, Scotland. Deep Springs thanks Humphrey for his courage and principles as a student at the College.

– To read more about Humphrey’s life please visit his website:  https://humphreyfisher.wordpress.com/

Mark Sexton, 88, of Williamsburg, VA died on May 17, 2019 at Riverside Doctors’ Hospital Williamsburg. Mark was born in New York City on November 20, 1930. He attended Pelham Memorial High School in Pelham, NY, as well as Deep Springs and Haverford Colleges. In 1957 he married Marie McCarthy and together they had three sons, Mark, Adam, and James. Mark worked first as a reporter, for the New Bedford (MA) Standard Times and the United Press International. He spent most of his career in academic book publishing, at Cornell University Press, Random House, and ultimately as Director of Marketing in the U.S. and Canada for Cambridge University Press. Starting in 1966, Mark lived for nearly three decades in Pelham, where he volunteered on behalf of the Democratic Party and was elected to the Board of Education. In 1994 he and Marie retired to Williamsburg. There he devoted his time to a variety of progressive causes. Mark enjoyed playing doubles tennis and following current events. He was fascinated by language and was known for walking when- and wherever he could. He is survived by his wife and sons; two grandchildren; and his sister, Winifred West.

“Chris Blanchard,” the note read, “has left the building.” It went on to describe his love of Jimmy Buffett and purple shirts, of farming and his family, and said that he has passed at 4 am on October 28, 2018 in the presence of his family and loved ones. That’s how I, like most folks, found out that my old friend had died. The announcement tells us a lot about Chris—his iconoclasm, his aversion to easy sentiment, the enjoyment he would have taken in that opening line, and, of course, the farming—but there is so much more to how I remember him: I met Chris in the fall of 1991, when I was in my first year in the valley and he had just returned from his term away. He quickly became a mentor and then a friend. Chris was the guy who introduced me to the writings of Wendell Berry and Ed Abbey, the guy who opened my eyes to the possibility of farming as an avocation, the guy who waxed eloquent about growing hops and garlic, the guy who—when everybody else was quoting Horkheimer and Adorno—taped a quote to his wall that read, “Despite all our accomplishments, we owe our existence to a six inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains.”

When he left the valley, Chris invested himself fully in the organic farming community, running his own farm in the Driftless region of northeastern Iowa for a number of years and then transitioning to consultancy work. In recent years, Chris produced a podcast of interviews with small-scale growers around the country called Farmer to Farmer. It is fair to say that his podcast was a vital resource to organic growers throughout the country, especially young growers just starting in, and that this work was a completely fitting culmination of a life devoted to building the capacity of small-scale farmers to live balanced lives filled with hard work for a clear purpose, that purpose being building our communities and healing the planet. In my time in the valley, the student body spent a lot of time debating Nunn’s dichotomized vision of a life of service: the public servant versus the blacksmith with an abundance of heart. Chris was the most abundant of blacksmiths.

Chris was also irascible, contrarian. Probably even, it’s fair to say, a little gruff. But, though it borders on cliché, there was a huge heart beneath that shell. As his friend, I felt guided and taken care of in ways I rarely have since. Though the best stories to illustrate this aren’t fit for mass dissemination, it is safe to say that I have never been told to shut up in a more loving and supportive way. I miss him. I could go on, but all things considered, it’s probably best to end with some Wendell Berry, in this case an excerpt from his poem ‘Manifesto: The Mad Farmers Liberation Front’. I think Chris would approve.   — Brendan Taaffe DS91

 

So, friends, every day do something

that won’t compute. Love the Lord.

Love the world. Work for nothing.

Take all that you have and be poor.

Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace

the flag. Hope to live in that free

republic for which it stands.

Give your approval to all you cannot

understand. Praise ignorance, for what man

has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.

Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.

Say that your main crop is the forest

that you did not plant,

that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested

when they have rotted into the mold.

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Heide was born at Deep Springs in 1926 when her father Martin Sachse was the mechanic. She died on August 19 at age 92 after a long illness. Heide loved Deep Springs, and family lore involving Deep Springs is copious.

Martin met L.L. Nunn after the Great War and started work at Deep Springs after serving as a mechanic and pilot for Germany. Martin was famous for his zither playing, letter-writing campaign to woo bride-to-be Kate Park in Los Angeles, and his conversations with Frank Lloyd Wright, who designed Martin’s never-built house on the main circle.

Heide was one of two daughters (the other was Rosemary) to Martin and Kate, and she was famously dandled on the knee by Death Valley Scotty during a visit there with her parents and the student body. The Sachse family moved to Oregon when Heide was a just two years old, but Deep Springs was where it all began. She last visited the Valley in 2007.

This reminiscence was generously provided by Andy Moore and Nancy Jewhurst.

Thomas Leroy Kinney, age 90, passed away peacefully April 6, 2018, in Minneapolis, MN from natural causes. He was born March 28, 1928, in Detroit. A full obituary in his local paper can be read here.

Tom’s classmate and lifelong friend, David Cole, kindly provides the following reminiscence.

Tom and I grew up together in Royal Oak, Michigan; were classmates from the 8th grade on; and left Royal Oak High School in the summer of 1945, in the middle of our senior year to go to Deep Springs. Tom arrived in the summer and I in the fall of ’45. In Royal Oak we sang in the same high school choir, played second string on the same football team, and spent a lot of time together.

Tom’s uncle, Carlton Kinney, was a Telluride Pinhead about the same vintage as my father, Harold Cole. Carlton’s son, of the same name as I remember, also attended Deep Springs a few years later.

After two years at Deep Springs, Tom went to Swarthmore to complete his undergraduate studies, and I, after spending a year in China, went to Cornell. We both were drafted into the Army for the Korean War and then came together again at the University of Michigan for the 1953 spring semester, where we were roommates. He began graduate work in English, and I in Economics.

A year or two later, Ed Hoenicke DS46 joined us in Ann Arbor where he was in the Law School. The three of us and our respective spouses at that time spent some wonderful times together. When we finished our graduate work, Tom went to Bowling Green and never left. I went to Vanderbilt, the US Aid Program in Washington and Korea and then on to Harvard, from which I retired in 1994, one year after Tom retired from Bowling Green.

We kept in touch over the years and both attended our 50th high school reunion together in 1996, which was the last time we met. He was a good buddy, sang a good solid bass and was a dear friend.

With great sadness, we share the news that Long-Term Social Sciences Professor Jenny Smith has died after a 3-year battle with cancer.

Throughout her illness, Jenny remained a vital community presence, RCom and ApCom member, and teacher who (in the words of one recent alumnus) brought “students into different discourses and conversations that push us to be more committed to fixing the problems of this world.”

Jenny completed an undergraduate degree in Political Science at the New College of Florida and a PhD at Yale University. She also studied in the UK and in Germany (the latter on a Fulbright fellowship). Jenny’s work focused on political parties in the US and Europe. Her collaborative work highlighting the role of informal but broadly recognized norms in democracies, and the effects of these norms on political outcomes, was recently cited in the New York Times Magazine. Before coming to Deep Springs in the fall of 2014, Jenny held faculty positions at University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee and Wesleyan University in Connecticut.

Jenny died peacefully on August 8, 2018, at home in Lexington Kentucky and surrounded by friends and family. Jenny’s tangible, continuing legacy at Deep Springs lives on in the beautiful garden behind MidFac in which she loved to work, as well as in a memorial garden and bench that have been dedicated to her in the expanded orchard.

A fuller memorial notice is forthcoming in our Fall Newsletter.

Ralph D. Comer, MD, PhD, DS44 died on March 10, 2018 at his home in San Antonio TX. He felt that his time at Deep Springs had a profound influence on his life. Bent upon serving, he earned five university degrees over time and used them for 22 years as a doctor in the Navy, first as a general practitioner, then in communicable diseases and preventive medicine and, thanks to a recovering alcoholic friend, ended his career working with alcoholics, drug abusers and their families, both in the Navy and in the private sector. After retirement, he was active in senior sports events, made music with friends, fished at every opportunity and enjoyed his family. He and his wife Joanne enjoyed 68 years of marriage, four children, six grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. Ralph was 90 at the time of his death and avowed it was “a long and blessed life.”

Darren Olson, beloved friend and member of our Deep Springs Class of 1997 died unexpectedly at the end of March.  He is survived by his wife Meghan Stone, his children Corinne, Loudy, and Gunnar, his father Stephen, his mother Linda, and his brother Kevin.

A memorial service will be held in Pittsburgh, Saturday, May 5 at 7:00 PM at Garden Dreams Urban Farm & Nursery, 806 Holland Ave, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 15221.  This will be an open service in the Society of Friends tradition.  Please feel free to join the family afterwards for a reception.  You can RSVP online on his Facebook memorial page:

https://www.facebook.com/daomemorial/

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Garden Dreams Urban Farm or The Pittsburgh National Aviary Encounters Sloth Program.

http://mygardendreams.com/

https://www.aviary.org/

Darren is remembered keenly and warmly for his smile, laugh, energy, wit, style, and enduring humanity and friendship by all who knew and loved him.  We miss you Darren.

Bob Gatje passed away April 1 at his home in New York City. Bob’s service to humanity as well as his many friends was felt at Deep Springs though his presence as a trustee, architectural guiding spirit of the Building Committee that rebuilt the college buildings in the late 90’s, and as friendly gadfly and steadfast supporter. He is already greatly missed in the valley.

An internationally-recognized architect, Bob also served as a trustee of the New York Hall of Science and of the Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt Foundation. You can read Bob’s New York Times obituary; a fuller memorial notice is forthcoming in our Spring Newsletter.

Bob is survived by his long-time partner Sue Witter, daughters Alexandra Gatje, Marianna Perrier and Margot Small, by his sister, Norma Smith, and three grandsons: Lucas Perrier, Evan Small and Andrew Small.

A memorial service will be held at 4:00 PM on Tuesday, May 15, 2018, at the Unitarian Church of All Souls, 1157 Lexington Ave in Manhattan.

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