From Nyles Charon
Dear Jane and Tammy,
It's been about a month since Harold passed away. When I received the notice of his passing and the scheduled funeral via an email message, I immediately relayed the information to Gary Masler. We both watched via zoom: Gary in Minneapolis, and me in Santa Monica. Today I read over the amazing obituary written by Tammy. Thank you. It was beautifully written and, by God, it captured the man in his entirety.
I have to pass on this information to you, namely, Harold had a tremendous influence on the course of my life. It goes like this. We were close friends in college. We had fun together, and we helped each other out when we could. He was working the Microbiology Department at the University Hospital, and he called me one day and said that there was a job opening in the Department for someone to clean animal cages. He said it paid well. I applied for the job, and I got it, and so for a couple of years I worked weekends and full time in the summer in the Department where they housed the animals. One professor, Gerhard Brand, took an interest in me. I am not sure why, but I think it was because I helped him out getting clean cages for his animals that came in after hours. At any rate, Dr. Brand hired me in the summer to work in his lab and to do some research. He liked what I accomplished and encouraged me to go to graduate school. I loved working the lab, so it was a no-brainer to apply, and with time microbiology became my passion and my work for over 50 years. Indeed, I am fortunate, and it all started with that phone call from Harold. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I did not receive that phone call.
A few other memories: I remember one time Harold and I decided to study together for a biology exam at his home in St. Paul. We were up late going over lecture notes and the text books, so I stayed over that night. Well, in the morning, Harold set his alarm so that it would ring every 10 minutes. He would get up, turn it off, then go back to sleep. He said that is how he wakes up. I never experienced this before and it drove me a little crazy. That was the last time we studied together at night.
Jane, I remember your wedding well. Gary and I flew to Memphis and stayed with a friend, Harvey Kaye. We then took a Greyhound bus to Jackson. It was a remarkable bus ride through areas of beauty but also profound poverty. I recall it rained very heavily the day of your wedding, and you and Harold were so happy, and it was a fun dinner party.
In 1974 Regina and I drove to Buffalo to have Thanksgiving with you, Harold, and Tammy. I was right after we moved to West Virginia. Tammy was a little girl then, and we brought as a present the Marlo Thomas record "Free to Be You and Me" as a gift. Regina was adamant on that present (of course), and, regretfully, I less so; I've learned a lot since then. It was a good time, and I remember Harold taking us to Niagara Falls.
It was always good to see you and Harold the few times we were in Seattle, and you both went out of your way to accommodate us and give us the grand tour. I particularly remember the locks and salmon run. But I remember Harold taking about how much he loved jazz, the jazz cruises, and his passion for teaching. Las year I was hoping to go up to Seattle after my stay in California and visit, but I came down with Covid and had to cut everything short. Again, Tammy captured Harold so well. He was a good friend, a mensch, and a wonderful person.
Jane, I know it's a hard time for you, and you are in my thoughts.