• Bryan was always relaxed and fun to be with, even as a child at family reunions. He was kind and thoughtful when I attended college in Ohio near Cincinnati for two years. Thanksgiving at his home with his parents was like being "at home". Later in life, Bryan and Fanou visited the home of my adult son and daughter-in-law in upstate NY on Lake Champlain, where it became a mini-reunion of cousins: my sister Judy and her husband Geraldo, and myself. I remember the peacefulness of their company and their appreciation for the lakefront vistas. Later in life, Bryan and Fanou visited our home in New Hartford, went to Oneida, NY with us to see the "old homestead" on Broad Street, went to Oneida Lake which was a former gathering place for family reunions, and reminisced about family  gatherings. Unique, open and filled with love and acceptance, Bryan had a special commitment  to peace and  understanding among people of the world community, starting with  connection one to another. He is greatly missed.

I have so many memories of Bryan, it’s hard to sort through them quickly and find the one that may be special for others. Brian was truly the most creative person I’ve ever known. His creative Virgo was uninhibited and free. As a Virgo also, I was always in awe of his magnitude! Bryan took the most ordinary earth elements and turned them into unimaginable forms of complex and most likely purposeful works of art. Yet, my fondest memories are of just the four of us, Bryan, Fanou, Robin and me, gathered around the table at Willow’s Mead sharing a meal. There was one time, though, when we were all in Pondicheri , India and after a big lunch, the Waltons came back to our hotel with us while we checked in. It turns out our room had a ceiling of smokey mirror. I’m pretty sure that amid the giggles, it was Bryan who took the first dive onto the huge bed. Before a flicker was up, all four of us fifty-something’s were on the bed laughing tears, staring up at our reflection on the ceiling! Precious moments of unbridled joy…

Tour guides and staff at Taliesin went on "class trips" every spring for years. These were journeys to buildings by Frank Lloyd Wright that we would tour through. Bryan would always come and bring Fanou. On one trip to the Johnson Wax headquarters, Bryan was in the back of the group, taking photographs while we took the tour. As they do not allow interior photographs of the building, his act of photographing the exteriors kept us detained for a little while. The woman who was guiding our tour jokingly kept saying, "Come on, Tripod [like a camera tripod], we have to keep moving."

Bryan, myself, and two others "opened" Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin in the spring for years. "Opening" meant cleaning everything inside of the home. It was long, tiring work, but we had some jokes that we always went back to. Every year, we'd notice things new things while we cleaned (designs that Wright did, or details that we couldn't explain). And it was the habit of all of us to raise our voices & say, "Hey, Bryan! Why did he [Wright] do that?"

Wherever Bryan was, he'd answer, "Oh! Because he was a genius." [well, yes, that's true; but this was one of our many silly habits in this yearly cleaning ritual that carried on for years.]

his lovely videos of 'the two who are one', which he sent to me. It enhanced my many readings of Sri Aurobindo's Savitri. Dear Bryan, many thanks and much love to you.