Memories of Thomas Richard Smith

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Thomas Richard Smith

Newtown, CT, USA

January 14, 1926 - February 13, 2020

Jan 14, 1926 - Feb 13, 2020

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Kimberly Andreadis

Hi Dad!

Four years later and we are finally going to have a Celebration of Your Life!

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Kim Andreadis

Still missing you and will forever. I published your poem, Into the Woods for a Basket of Soup, based on the character, the fox in pepper green socks and of course your poem.

The book sold out last week at the market where I am a vendor.

Memories are prevalent. I am continuing to write and now I am strategising possibilities for your music. I will never give up!

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Kimberly Andreadis

I miss you Dad! Sherry is here with me in Sarasota and a great comfort, especially after your son Christopher's death in November. I miss all three (3) of you too much and focus on what you have taught me, not the crazy, stressful times.

Yesterday, Sherry did the "Dad Ostrich Walk" and we remembered, laughed and cried. We loved your wonderful sense of humor on those days that you ostrich walked into the dining room and read us your latest limerick!

I am actively working on your "stuff", although life and events can get in the way. I am determined to continue to honor your memory.

Love and kisses. I think of you every day and feel your presence in my life as if you were here beside me now.

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Kimberly Andreadis

Dear Dad, Dear Dad, Dear Dad,

Kimberly Andreadis

I have felt your presence on many an occasion; you do visit me. I am grateful that you and Mom took time ... Read more I have felt your presence on many an occasion; you do visit me. I am grateful that you and Mom took time to teach me some valuable... Read more I have felt your presence on many an occasion; you ... Read more

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chris smithrobinson

when twin Darryl and i were around 14 or 15 fifteen my father said he was going to bring us into new york city for the weekend--he had recently rented an apt. in midtown manhattan where there was a double bed--cot--couch and office---i was psyched and looking forward to wearing the new clothes my mother had bought Darryl and i--clothes my father would NEVER have bought us--low rize blue bell bottoms with white belts and slightly different flower patterned shirts on a blue background---very 'mod'--and dad was a little shocked to see us--but said nothing---he thought we would be in the last clothes he had bought us from 'brooks brothers'--the same as he--his father and grandfather had worn for dress occasions---we went to several jazz clubs that evening which i loved and the famous 'horn and hardart' cafeteria--which was ultra modern--for lunch the next day---great day and a half in our --Darryl's and mine''--home town--nyc

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Thomas Smith

!Mi padre murio! Demesiado pronto. No fue entendido completa mente. O algo similiar a eso. Podia hablar en espanotr la terrera, Estrofic SP? del hmno nacional. Saluta al a bandera!
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Thomas Smith

I say that Dad would have thought all this empathise on the "corona virus" was obvious political maneuvering. He thought for himself and was not impressed with either social-engineering or manufactured consent.

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Thomas Smith

Dad once was offered a 58' Hatteras as what ever he'd use it for by Yon Koblick, the founder of MRDF. He passed, much to my chagrin. I thought he and I could venture out to the Bermuda Triangle. He did what he did, and was not impressed with the maintenance costs.

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Thomas Smith

Turns out, which I had not realised until much later in life, that Pop was cymophobic - a fear of waves ... Read more Turns out, which I had not realised until much later in life, that Pop was cymophobic - a fear of waves attributed to his service... Read more Turns out, which I had not realised until much later... Read more

Thomas Smith

He once introduced me to Dave Thomas, while the owner of the New England Patriots waited to say hello. I forget his name, oh yah, Kraft, I believe. Obviously, Pop was not of these boys stature, but he could get himself in the crowd with the best of them.

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Thomas Smith

I attended several Rotary meetings in Florida, in which Pop was a speaker, and besides his propensity to jingle his pocket change, I was so impressed! He naturally commanded respect and was well-liked.

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Thomas Smith

What I have a profound impression of is his voice and how well he expressed himself. I also, being much older now, recognize an accent that we should call " New Haven's Best Blend". I loved his manner of expression in all ways, especially his open awkwardness, which he relished. Why? Because he was doing something you wish you could.

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Tim Andreadis

I enjoyed every minute I spent with Tom Smith. We talked we argued. Sometimes we agreed. His visits to our home were always a fun experience. He greatly enjoyed listening to Kim recite his songs and poetry. We discussed many topics. Only in later years did he talk more about his own story as he opened up about his World War II experience. And what a story that was. When he was in the hospital on one occasion Kim and and I tried to amuse ourselves and him with our own Limericks. We were rank armatures at the feet of the master. I will miss Tom, his raspy voice his laugh, and his tall lanky walk into a room. We spent time with him but not nearly enough.

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Thomas Smith

And he was open to revising his political viewpoints, especially in the last several years - so much for:... Read more And he was open to revising his political viewpoints, especially in the last several years - so much for: you can't teach an ... Read more And he was open to revising his political viewpoints,... Read more

Diane Drescher

Dear Smith Family and dear ole neighbors.
I am so sorry for your loss. I can still see your dads very familiar face. Sending much love peace and hugs to all of you.
Love Diane Booker Drescher

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Dorian Lewis

Diane, thank you. It means the world to me that you have reached out. I hope you are well, and that life ... Read more Diane, thank you. It means the world to me that you have reached out. I hope you are well, and that life is treating you kind.... Read more Diane, thank you. It means the world to me that you... Read more

Thomas Smith

1987, Dad Wrote:

When the Sparrow's on the Lilac Limb, by Thomas Richard Smith

When the lilac bush is high
When it's sweet before the eye
Would a blind man pass it by?

When a sparrow chirps a blare
And its trumpet stirs the air
Would a deaf man be aware?

When the soul's a singing bird
Past the bounds of any word
Would a mute man go unheard?

When a deaf man hears a silent hymn
And a mute man sings the tune within
When the blind man stops to sing with them
Then the sparrow is on the lilac limb

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Chelsea Bloxsom

One of Grandpas poems I kept that always resonated with me.

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Dorian Lewis

You were right
I am my fight
To the top , I say
even if for a day
d.

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Thomas Smith

Can you imagine what our lives would be without him? He tried his mightiest best. Put his self on paper... Read more Can you imagine what our lives would be without him? He tried his mightiest best. Put his self on paper so you you could see... Read more Can you imagine what our lives would be without him?... Read more

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Thomas Smith

1949, New York State, USA

Dad on his Wedding Day. He was 20 years old.

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Thomas Smith

An English chap of the best of intentions, beguiled by a world of hate. An English chap of the best of intentions, beguiled by a world of hate. An English chap of the best of intentions, beguiled... Read more

Thomas Smith

Actually, he was 24 years of age on that day. Actually, he was 24 years of age on that day. Actually, he was 24 years of age on that day.

Thomas Smith

1943, Witham on the Hill, Bourne, UK at Great Grandfather's

Thomas, (Dad) is one in from the left. Age: 17, on his way to Normandy. Around him are uncles and aunts; the sisters and brothers of my Grandfather.

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Thomas Smith

(above) The gentleman with the mustache is my Great Grandfather Smith. He was a "Mason of the Works" and ... Read more (above) The gentleman with the mustache is my Great Grandfather Smith. He was a "Mason of the Works" and lived on the estate of... Read more (above) The gentleman with the mustache is my Great... Read more

Thomas Smith

Dad Wrote this Poem about his Dad's Favorite Spot in England                                                                                                                                      Witham on the Hill

It’s the soft side of a dream                                                                                                                                                                            With a tranquil, vernal glow                                                                                                                                                                                      That is verdant and serene                                                                                                                                                                           It’s a secret place I know
It’s my Witham on the Hill                                                                                                                                                                      Quiet haven from the din                                                                                                                                                                     Where I hear the whippoorwill                                                                                                                                                      Feathering the violin
Where the willows gently sway                                                                                                                                                                   By a meadow crowned with lace                                                                                                                                                    Morning doves and daisies play                                                                                                                                                              In the chapel’s shadowed grace
I can hear the happy bells                                                                                                                                                                                                                    As they ripple through the fields                                                                                                                                                                   Where their peaceful soothing knells                                                                                                                                                                For the wonderment they yield
It’s the only place I’ve ever known                                                                                                                                                           Where every stone is still in place                                                                                                                                                              Where the earth’s a cloistered chaperone                                                                                                                                                      And I am part of it’s embrace
It’s my Witham on the Hill                                                                                                                                                                                    And it lingers with me still

Dad Wrote this Poem about his Dad's Favorite Spot in England ... Read moreWitham on the Hill

It’s the soft side of a dream With a tranquil, vernal glow That is verdant and serene It’s a secret place I know
It’s my Witham on the Hill Quiet haven from the din Where I hear the whippoorwill Feathering the violin
Where the willows gently sway By a meadow crowned with lace Morning doves and daisies play In the chapel’s shadowed grace
I can hear the happy bells As they ripple through the fields Where their peaceful soothing knells For the wonderment they yield
It’s the only place I’ve ever known Where every stone is still in place Where the earth’s a cloistered chaperone And I am part of it’s embrace
It’s my Witham on the Hill And it lingers with me still
Read less Dad Wrote this Poem about his Dad's Favorite Spot in England ... Read moreWitham on the Hill

It’s the soft side of a dream With a tranquil, vernal glow That is verdant and serene It’s a secret place I know
It’s my Witham on the Hill Quiet haven from the din Where I hear the whippoorwill Feathering the violin
Where the willows gently sway By a meadow crowned with lace Morning doves and daisies play In the chapel’s shadowed grace
I can hear the happy bells As they ripple through the fields Where their peaceful soothing knells For the wonderment they yield
It’s the only place I’ve ever known Where every stone is still in place Where the earth’s a cloistered chaperone And I am part of it’s embrace
It’s my Witham on the Hill And it lingers with me still
Read less Dad Wrote this Poem about his Dad's Favorite Spot in... Read more England Witham on the Hill

It’s the soft side of a dream With a tranquil, vernal glow That is verdant and serene It’s a secret place I know
It’s my Witham on the Hill Quiet haven from the din Where I hear the whippoorwill Feathering the violin
Where the willows gently sway By a meadow crowned with lace Morning doves and daisies play In the chapel’s shadowed grace
I can hear the happy bells As they ripple through the fields Where their peaceful soothing knells For the wonderment they yield
It’s the only place I’ve ever known Where every stone is still in place Where the earth’s a cloistered chaperone And I am part of it’s embrace
It’s my Witham on the Hill And it lingers with me still
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Thomas Smith

Look at his mits! I am a larger man than he, but his hands were as big as mine, and much thicker. If he ... Read more Look at his mits! I am a larger man than he, but his hands were as big as mine, and much thicker. If he got a hold of you, there... Read more Look at his mits! I am a larger man than he, but his... Read more

Thomas Smith

1947, Florida, USA

On Grandpa Forbush's Boat with Earl Forbush and Mom

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Thomas Smith

Mom was an only child, a career woman AND she had nine children. She was an inspiration. Mom was an only child, a career woman AND she had nine children. She was an inspiration. Mom was an only child, a career woman AND she had nine... Read more

Thomas Smith

Beverly, our momma, was an affectionate woman who knew all the wonderful things moms know, but, more importantly... Read more Beverly, our momma, was an affectionate woman who knew all the wonderful things moms know, but, more importantly so, she was ... Read more Beverly, our momma, was an affectionate woman who knew... Read more

Thomas Smith

Florida, USA

Writing Funny Limericks and Singing Songs; "Dad's Pastimes"

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Tamelyn Smith

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Thomas Smith

He wrote: There was a young girl from the city who said, "Everything is grimy and gritty! So, she went to... Read more He wrote: There was a young girl from the city who said, "Everything is grimy and gritty! So, she went to Town Hall on a citizen's... Read more He wrote: There was a young girl from the city who ... Read more

Thomas Smith

Goodbye Pop. You were my best friend. I shall honor your life with my own. Tu etais un homme des plus creatif et ambitieux.

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Thomas Smith

Dear Dad, Your beautiful words are safe with me and will be memorialized forever for future generations. ... Read more Dear Dad, Your beautiful words are safe with me and will be memorialized forever for future generations. Give Mom a big hug for... Read more Dear Dad, Your beautiful words are safe with me and... Read more

Thomas Smith

From Daughter, Kimberly Andreadis- Such profound grief can render me frozen in sadness and unable to make progress with this precious project. Yet, I remember the practical advice of the poet and my father, Thomas Richard Smith, who said" When you can no longer go on, remember the words of Helen Reddy, "I am woman, hear me roar! I am strong, I am invincible, I AM WOMAN! He said, "You have enough ambition for 600 women and plenty of brain power, too.  So,  choose. to get through! Dad shared with me that "enlightenment" is when you realize that you have a choice. You can do anything you want to do. He said it will come to you like an epiphany. One day, I told him; "Dad I had the epiphany." I am going to choose to be well, to learn, to love and care for my children and to think of others first, as you and Mom taught us to do. And most of all, to forgive; to recognize  the good intentions of others, but to never suffer fools. All of this I take with me on my own journey and until we meet again.

From Daughter, Kimberly Andreadis- Such profound grief can render me frozen in sadness and unable to make... Read more From Daughter, Kimberly Andreadis- Such profound grief can render me frozen in sadness and unable to make progress with this precious... Read more From Daughter, Kimberly Andreadis- Such profound grief... Read more

Dorian Lewis

“ He who is most like himself” This is the meaning of kether , but what I never told you was it always reminded... Read more “ He who is most like himself” This is the meaning of kether , but what I never told you was it always reminded me of you. “ He who is most like himself” This is the meaning ... Read more

Thomas Smith

He longed and had such high angst for the things he could no longer repair. He wanted everything for his... Read more He longed and had such high angst for the things he could no longer repair. He wanted everything for his children, and sadly ... Read more He longed and had such high angst for the things he... Read more

Thomas Smith

Dad shared a story with me about Kether who reminded him of himself as a youngster, even in appearance. He... Read more Dad shared a story with me about Kether who reminded him of himself as a youngster, even in appearance. He was visiting the Lewis's... Read more Dad shared a story with me about Kether who reminded... Read more

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Thomas Smith

He put on paper what you might still not understand about him. War digs deep into the psyche, as does ... Read more He put on paper what you might still not understand about him. War digs deep into the psyche, as does environment and upbringing.... Read more He put on paper what you might still not understand... Read more