Sorry we all lost Stan.
Hope Melissa or other of Stan's kids will make contact.
He was "last of the Mohicans" with family history knowledge.
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Would like to hear from Melissa or other of Stan's kids.
Am sorry we all lost Stan. He was the last of the Mohicans for family history knowledge.
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I was a student at St. Anthony’s when Stanley was teaching there. We were a class of about 100 so not all of us got to be in one of his classes; I was one of those who did not. But it was a close-knit community so I still got to know him a bit; in all my memories of him he is smiling. I was responsible for our “literary” magazine cum yearbook, but Stanley made it look good. He was an easy man to like. He even participated in an on-line board for former St. Anthony’s students, which was uncharacteristic for students of his vintage, but appreciated by students of mine.
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1964, St. Anthony's Seminary, Santa Barbara, California
Appears to be a feast day celebration
— with
Father Stanley,
Father Nevin,
John deClerq
and Conroy Chino
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Stan was my English teacher at Saint Anthony's Seminary. Through a variety of jobs over many decades, writing has been a requirement. Stan taught me how to write, and for that gift, I am eternally grateful. But much more than that, Stan has been a dear friend for me and for my seminary schoolmates for sixty years. He corresponded enthusiastically with us, joined in our celebrations even if at a distance, always had a supportive thing to say. He was one of us, and his passing leaves a hole in our hearts.
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This is a great loss to our Caspary family. I heard from Stan just 2 weeks ago. I was there as a 10-year old, when he was ordained as a priest. I remember thinking he was a good-looking young man and respected him for going into the ministry. Have been in touch over the years with many photos and reflections about our roots. Stan was the LAST one in our family to know the family history, going back several generations.
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I am saddened to learn of the passing of Stanley Caspary, or as I knew him, Father Stanley, OFM. I was a student of his at St. Anthony’s Seminary from 1964 to 1968. I have a number of great memories of Fr. Stan. He was our coach and was responsible for entering our basketball and baseball teams for the first time in leagues that involved “outside” schools. For teenagers otherwise confined to the seminary grounds, that was huge. I recall riding in the van to a game and asking him if we could turn the radio on. He agreed, but when the Rolling Stones came on singing “Let’s Spend the Night Together,” he grimaced and told me to change it, I said “but it’s the Stones.” And Fr. Stan said “Okay, but just this once.”
I also remember standing quietly in our recreation room and being scolded by Fr. Rector because some of us had set off some firecrackers outside Fr. Stan’s office. While we were standing there looking down at our shoes and enduring the reprimands of Fr. Rector, someone threw some firecrackers into the room through the window. The perpetrator ran off and only after we were threatened with losing our already sparse privileges did Fr. Stan go to the Rector and confess.
Almost 50 years later I still benefit from Fr. Stan’s creativity and humor. A few years back the alumni association of St. Anthony’s uploaded the daily chronology that Fr. Stan kept of events that happened there: scores of games played, feast days celebrated, rare trips to the beach, theatrical performances, etc.—all accompanied by his great photos.
Like many others, I recall this man with affection and appreciation, and I send my condolences to his family.
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