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Saturday
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June
Memorial Service
1:00 pm
Saturday, June 8, 2024
St. George's Episcopal Church
550 Ridgewood Rd
Maplewood, New Jersey, United States
973-762-1319
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Melissa Bell uploaded photo(s)
Monday, April 22, 2024
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David was a founding member of the 29th Street Playwrights Collective, joining in 2015. In this photo: the founding members of 29th Street Playwrights Collective: clockwise from left: Julie Richards, Michael Wells-Oakes, David Sard, Matthew J. Wells, Carrie Robbins, Melissa Bell, and Emma Goldman-Sherman, center.
David's play SHADOWS was the 4th play presented in the inaugural New Works Series in 2016 at the Bernie Wohl Theatre in Manhattan. In an unflinching look at family life, racism and love in the Old South, David took us on a journey in time, his beautiful characters reliving an uncomfortable period of our history while drawing us into their lives and loves in old Virginia. An ambitious multi actor reading, directed by Lorca Peres, Shadows boasted the largest cast presented to date by the 29th Street Playwrights Collective. An unforgettable evening of theatre.
Photo below featured Stephen McFarlane and Bob Johnson, photo by Emily Hewitt.
More photos from the reading can be viewed at: http://www.29thstreetplaywrightscollective.org/shadows-by-david-sard.html
Thank you, David for your insight and humor. You have been and will be missed.
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Monday, June 12, 2023
More music in tribute to David. Some of it he knew and loved, others seem appropriate to me for different reasons. The sequence is roughly from grief to affirmation, but there is no reason to stick to it. At least one piece, the Brahms Requiem, is probably a stand-alone, too long to be part of a listening session with the others here.
Not all the pieces have perfectly appropriate video accompaniment to the music. "Forever Autumn" seems to be about a young woman, showing her as a little girl, who presumably is gone forever. Still, the subject is loss and grief, and the mood of the music is totally appropriate.
Reminder: It should be enough to select and right-click the link (the "https" line between brackets) and then select "Go to (link)" or "Open (link)". This will take you to YouTube, which should run on its own until you close it. It will not automatically close/return at the end of the piece, you do that manually. In theory, you could return to the Tribute Book while listening to the music.:
1. To Everything There Is a Season
Judy Collins & Pete Seeger - Turn! Turn! Turn! - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0xzyhoeu1Y ]
2. Forever Autumn, sung by the Moody Blues ]
Justin Hayward-Forever Autumn - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJbp_GjD9VE ]
3. Schubert: last song in Winter's Journey song cycle.
Schubert - Winterreise - "Der Leiermann", Hans Hotter - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTu_Jreo1SQ ]
4. Brahms: Cello Sonata #1 in e minor (1st movement especially)
Brahms - The Cello Sonatas n°1,2 / NEW MASTERING (Century’s record. : Jacqueline Du Pré / Barenboim) - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mdFVO1Nyv4&t=189s ]
5. Brahms Requiem
Brahms - Ein Deutsches Requiem / German Requiem + Presentat° (Century's recording : Otto Klemperer) - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bugzbO3G2Q0 ]
6. Brahms: Romance from Piano Suite opus 118
Six Piano Pieces, Op. 118: Romance in F Major, Op. 118, No. 5 - YouTube (Perahia)
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvXmwNwXHK0 ]
or
Rubinstein plays Brahms Op. 118 No. 5 - YouTube (Rubinstein)
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQNXv2iCUFQ ]
7. Verdi: Lacrymosa and Hostias from Requiem
Lacrymosa. Requiem de Guiseppe Verdi Direction Daniel Barenboim - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3m5R1vVPzM ]
and (separate click for new tab):
Verdi-Requiem "Hostias" Gedda/Modesti/Stella/Dominguez - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7Lk6Y6RMso ]
or (Karajan with Carreras -- imperfect cut but still worth it.)
(1) José Carreras - Hostias et Preces (Verdi Messa da Requiem) - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSCypHpIeek ]
8. I Am a Poor, Wayfaring Stranger
Wayfaring Stranger - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDcpcakuge4 ]
9. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
(1) PAUL ROBESON SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSb273c9tm4 ]
or
Swing Low (Sweet Chariot) - YouTube (Etta James)
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoHMScIfzXk ]
or
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot - YouTube (violin solo)
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1GnFYyDHQU ]
10. "Brotherhood" Duet from Bizet's opera The Pearl Fishers
Hvorostovsky & Kaufmann - Pearl Fishers duet - YouTube
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2MwnHpLV48 ]
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Katherine Kott uploaded photo(s)
Sunday, June 11, 2023
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David was important to our family from an early age. When our mother was a teenager, she was sent to help her older sister with infant David. Who knows how much help she was--I don't think she had any experience with infants or even young children before that. However, that time together created a lasting bond between David and his aunt Margaret that transferred to our families over the years. We were so happy when Kristen and Charles moved to San Francisco. It's been great to have them close and also meant we got to see David more often when he came to visit them. Whenever I went east, I included time with David as the attached photo attests. My friend Fae (and I) hosted David and Jason at Fae's apartment in the Village in 2019, soon after both David and I had lost our spouses. David was a kind and loving friend with many creative and interesting pursuits that I always enjoyed learning about. I'm grateful he was my cousin. I miss him dearly.
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Saturday, June 10, 2023
I also want to post some music in tribute to David. Here's a piece I especially love, the duet for tenor and baritone from Bizet's opera "The Pearl Fishers". The performers are Jonas Kaufmann (tenor) and Dmitri Hvorostovsky (baritone). It's about friendship (and, I think, brotherhood):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2MwnHpLV48
Just select and right-click on the above link and open it either in new tab or new window. It should just send you off to YouTube. Afterwards, just return to the tab/window for the Tribute Book.
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Saturday, June 10, 2023
"The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you."
-- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Saturday, June 10, 2023
The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-colour'd glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
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That Light whose smile kindles the Universe,
That Beauty in which all things work and move,
That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse
Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love
Which through the web of being blindly wove
By man and beast and earth and air and sea,
Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of
The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me,
Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality....
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Adonais"
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Friday, June 9, 2023
"Ins Leben schleicht das Leiden
Sich heimlich wie ein Dieb,
Wir alle mussen scheiden
Von allem, was uns lieb.
Suffering creeps into life
stealthily like a thief.
We all must part with all
that we love.
-- Joseph von Eichendorff, Der Umkehrende ("The Return")"
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Friday, June 9, 2023
Now for some poetry, to ease the pain,
tell the truth, and keep us sane.
-- FMS (Yours Truly)
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
-- Gerard Manley Hopkins, "Spring and Fall: To a Young Child" (Margaret)
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Roberta Bernhard lit a candle
Tuesday, May 30, 2023
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I am so saddened to hear of David’s death. I worked with him at Newark Preschool Council, and enjoyed his companionship. One of the things I always loved about David was his supervisors often were on him about turning in late paperwork or he couldn’t find his paperwork. Incidents liked these touched my heart because it showed his humanity and a touch of irreverence to the powers that be at that time; and my feeling that we were co-conspirators in the bringing down of paperwork, which detracted us from using our time more effectively in helping the children we served.
On a more personal note, I also remember David telling me a story about going scuba diving and loosing a hearing aid or something like that, when in the water; somehow in the conversation, I asked him what his wife thought about him diving with a hearing aid, and him confessing to me that she strongly had advised against it; and I said to him: “Of course, she did!” implying his foolishness at not listening to her.
He also told me a story about being awoken in the night and coming out of the bedroom naked for whoever was out there to see, most likely one of his kids.
Great stories that endeared me to him.
I also loved talking to him about playing the cello. I had just started playing, when he shared with me that he played; and I talked to him about Janos Starker, who I had never heard of, but of course, David had. To this day, Starker’s recordings of Bach’s cello concertos are some of my favorites, along with Yo Yo Ma’s.
Although it has been almost 10 years, since David and I spent time together, and we had a short-lived friendship, the time we did have together I will always cherish!
Here’s to the one and only David Sard: May your memory be a blessing to us all!
With much love,
Roberta Bernhard
Former Center Director at the now defunct Newark Preschool Council-Head Start Program
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Fred Sard posted a condolence
Tuesday, May 30, 2023
My brother, David Paul Sard, older than me by 2 years, was my best friend in childhood, and was always there for me throughout his life. When I finally left home for good in my early 20's, he, Sarah, and Kristen gave me a "halfway house" to stay in as I adjusted to life in New York City. Eventually he tired of that (as any sane person would) and did some unrequested research for living quarters on my behalf. I don't believe I thanked him at the time, but I should have.
Getting back to our childhood, we had an uncanny affinity in our interests, tastes, and so on. It was almost as if we were identical twins with a 2-year gap between us. We were from the same production outfit, after all.
We grew up in an intellectual, cultured atmosphere. The household gods were Shakespeare, Newton, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, and Einstein. Some other worthies were acknowledged: Schubert, Chopin, Verdi, Brahms, Mussorgsky, Tolstoy, to name a few. Even Wagner, grudgingly. Growing up with such orthodoxy could be oppressive, I later came to realize, but the gods were kind, and made me and David almost tailor-made for our parents' taste. We "sang in our chains like the sea."
It was Hannah, our younger sister, who brought the "big beat" into the house. Our parents solved the "problem" by giving each of us a phonograph in our separate bedrooms, which made an interesting, Ives-ian cacophony at times.
It may seem strange to dwell on these cultural aspects of our upbringing, but those here who know the family well will not be surprised.
In many ways David and I were textbook cases. I was a classic tag-along younger brother, preferring David's friends to mine, wanting to do whatever he did but do it better (and occasionally succeeding), and so on. In other words, I must have been an enormous pain in the neck. But David was oddly tolerant of all this, and sometimes was downright encouraging.
He could also be protective. I got myself in trouble once, making fun of a larger, meaner classmate's name. We were walking home with some other kids. I was carrying my violin (in its case, of course), and he decided to pull out a pen knife and started stabbing the case. Fortunately we were close to my home, and I just started walking as fast as I could. When I reached home, David was on the porch, and I called out to him for help. He assessed the situation, and roared, "Glasser!!! Leave the violin alone!!!" My assailant was struck dumb, and I made it into the house. I later asked David why he was more worried about the violin than about me, and he just said, matter-of-factly, "He wasn't stabbing you." Undeniably true.
My parents were content at times to let him assume some unpleasant responsibilities, such as sex education. I was both appalled and fascinated. Suddenly many things made sense. It all seemed so ingenious, but awkward and embarrassing. "Really? Seriously?" Yes, indeed.
Looking back, David was remarkably supportive and appreciative of whatever talent I have. I remember once, later in life, we were two adults walking down a New York street and he turned to me and said something like, "You know, you really have the talent to accomplish something important." Be that as it may, he let me know when he was impressed, and it meant something because he wasn't doing it just to make me feel better. Mostly I think, it was to get me off my rear end to finish something.
David was instrumental in getting our father to support my return to college as a music major at the age of 40. It was an important move to make, and it did me a world of good.
It was good to see David doing serious creative work towards the end of his life. (I'm referring to the plays.) It was such a shame that long-term COVID-19 and his heart problems robbed him of the energy he needed to do more along those lines.
David was a good man with a big heart and a sharp mind. His sense of humor never failed him, and he was generous and enthusiastic in his response to others' work. In his clinical psychology work, before and after becoming a degreed professional, he worked with young people most of whom were considered hopeless by the authorities. He was far more patient, compassionate, and resilient in these matters than I could ever have been.
He never really gave up on the idea that he could make the world a better place. I thought of him sometimes as "the last liberal", though he certainly never denied when he was being mugged by reality. But he never really became a neo-conservative curmudgeon like me. To the very end, he maintained a realistic idealism.
As I understand it, he died quietly and painlessly while talking with the person I believe he loved most in this world, his daughter Kristen.
Rest in peace, dear brother, dear friend, I'll catch up with you some day.
Frederick Marshall Sard
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Fox Beyer posted a condolence
Monday, May 22, 2023
Q: What will you never forget about David?
A: With his wit, wisdom, and support, Dr. Sard helped me navigate many highs and lows in my life.
I will carry his wisdom with me forever.
With the Sard family in my thoughts and prayers,
Fox Beyer
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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October 29th, 1991. On the front walk of the Sard family home at 401 West Nevada Street in Urbana, Illinois. Left to right: Frederick Marshall Sard and David Paul Sard (brothers).
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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December 24th, 1988. Christmas Eve in the Dooley family home in Hartford, Connecticut. David and Sarah Sard.
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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December 25th, 1986, Christmas Day. In the Dooley family home in Hartford, Connecticut. Left to right: Sarah, Kristen (daughter), and David Sard.
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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August, 1979. In the breakfast room of the Sard family home in Urbana, Illinois. Left to right: Frederick Marshall Sard and David Paul Sard (brothers).
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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Christmas, 1978, the Sard family home in Urbana, Illinois. Left to right: David Paul Sard (son) and Robert Daniel Sard (father).
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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Circa 1976, New York City, David and Sarah's Apartment, Left to Right: Robert D. Sard, Sarah Sard, Mary Bell Marshall Sard, Fred Marshall Sard, and sitting on the floor, David Paul Sard.
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Monday, May 8, 2023
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A family photo in Hope, Arkansas around 1959. Left to right: David Paul Sard, Robert D. Sard, Mary Bell Marshall Sard, Hannah Belloch Sard, Helen Ruffin Marshall, Laurence O. Marshall, and Frederick Marshall Sard.
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Tuesday, May 2, 2023
For those who love, as David did, the power of drama to heal, inspire, and open hearts and minds - you may enjoy a short play called "The Post Office", by the Indian writer Rabindranath Tagore.
It was WW 2 in Warsaw, Poland. Jewish people were being sent away. Some relatives of David's family were among them.
A Rabbi wanted to explain to the children not to fear death, so he had them act out this play, about a boy who was dying.
It has links, free of charge, on the Internet.
May God bless us all.
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Tuesday, May 2, 2023
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."
By the Indian poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer, and painter, Rabindranath Tagore, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.
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Hannah Sard uploaded photo(s)
Sunday, April 23, 2023
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Please enjoy this photo of my brother, David Sard, with his daughter Kristen, that I took sometime between November, 1991 and February, 1993. David would have been approximately 49 years old, and Kristen - approximately 28.
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primusi@cox.net posted a condolence
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
To The Sard Family,
From family in Arizona, we will always miss David. Just knowing that he will not be around to speak to, on and off just makes me very sad.
Wishing David's Family Our Deepest Sympathy at this time.
Love & Peace Always
Isis L. Primus & Leon Primus
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Marcus McGuire posted a condolence
Monday, April 10, 2023
when I was much younger I have very fond memories of David playing his guitar and singing folk songs around a camp fire with his family and mine while camping in the Catskills mountains on land we shared together … The stars always seemed very bright listening to him sing …
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 9, 2023
This is a children's performance, replete with a Muppet and a toy lamb or two, of the old spiritual "Little David! Play on Your Harp!", based on the Biblical story of David and Goliath. Sometimes I think of that song when I think about my brother David - a non-violent guy who couldn't kill a fly, but actually did a lot in his life to protect children from the big, bad giants that come around. He didn't exactly play a harp, but he liked to sing, which maybe is part of the symbolism - cheery, happy goodness triumphs over evil, against all odds! Enjoy!
https://youtu.be/HtymXHStTOU
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 9, 2023
Sweetness is the most over-riding impression in my mind and heart about my brother David. Seven years older than me, he was the one responsible for putting me to bed when our parents went out in the evenings. I can still hear the sweetness in his voice as he sang to me - simple folk songs from The Fireside Book, whose strange old English, Scottish, and Irish words and meanings were a mystery to me - a mysterious, but soothing and comforting mystery.
As a playwright, he was very much inspired by some of the Irish playwrights. Perhaps the roots of his love for Ireland were in those beautiful songs.
That same sweetness resonated in the strings of his cello, when he practiced the Bach Cello Suites. I always melt inside when I hear recordings of Pablo Casals playing them. Those recordings were also the inspiration for David to play them equally beautifully.
At least six decades later, when I asked him what it was like to volunteer for Head Start (a pre-school enrichment program for culturally deprived children), I understood that many had enjoyed his sweetness, as he described sitting helplessly while the children climbed all over him, as though he were a tree!
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 8, 2023
"You never know,
How and when,
The Existence will start
Using you for Its purpose.
You never know,
How and when,
You will be filled with abundance
And you will start raining
Quenching the thirst of many
You never know
How and when
You will be full of
Fruits and shade
And travellers will take
Shelter and food from you
You never know
How and when
You will be full with
Love and light
And you will start spreading
The fragrance of beauty
to everyone
You never know
How and when
Death will come
And make you deathless
And life will start
Flowing out of you
You never know
How and when .... Really !"
- Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Ji
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Hannah Sard posted a condolence
Thursday, April 6, 2023
The First Few Lines of a Composition by David Sard, Age 12, about His Paternal Grandfather, Frederick N. Sard
“I remember my grandfather with a cigar in his hand.
His heart was as of green grass, and his loves, and dreams, and ecstasies, flitted like butterflies from blade to blade.”
Note from Hannah Sard (HS), David Sard’s Sister:
My deepest apologies! David replaced the word “ecstasies” with a different one, when I recited this to him a long time ago, but I can’t remember what word he used instead. So I used the word “ecstasies” here - though it's not ideal (since he himself had replaced it with another) - because it nevertheless seems quite good, in both its meaning and its sound. Again, my apologies for my memory gap!
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Ellen Arfin posted a condolence
Monday, April 3, 2023
David and Cheryl and I were friends for many years.
I first met David at a clinic we both worked at in New York, and then discovered we lived just a mile apart in New Jersey. So we went from being colleagues to friends, sharing families and dinners, and many conversations about psychoanalysis, music and the theater. I loved his plays, and loved when he spoke to me about his next projects. He was dear to me.
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Kristen Sard lit a candle
Thursday, March 30, 2023
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George H Northrup posted a condolence
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
David and I became friendly while in graduate school and later stayed in touch around creative writing pursuits. I was deeply saddened to learn of his passing and will remember him as amiable, thoughtful, and unpretentious. I am not surprised that so many people think of him with such fondness.
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Don Laventhall lit a candle
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
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David took a screenwriting course with me and stayed in touch long afterward. He was an avid and enthusiastic member of the class who shared his life experience and his joy of learning with us all.
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Luke T uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
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I will always have fond memories of working with David at the 29th Street Playwright's Collective. His smile and his humor could light up a room and he will be sorely missed.
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Frances, Jean and Albert lit a candle
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
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Frances, Jean and Albert posted a condolence
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
With love from the Ascoli family
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Amy Rands posted a condolence
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
I will never forget David’s kindness while Justin and I were living in New York. During a time when we felt far away from home and family, David and Cheryl welcomed us into their home for dinners and holidays. We always loved our visits and David’s salad (always his contribution to dinner). His warmth meant so much to us and he will be truly missed.
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Hannah Sard lit a candle
Saturday, March 25, 2023
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Lorca Peress posted a condolence
Saturday, March 25, 2023
David and I had a collaborative relationship for twenty years that began with his play, “The Ballad of Eddie and Jo,” his wonderful adaptation of Oedipus Rex and Jocasta set in a contemporary NJ town with a “plague” of toxic waste. He was tackling an infamous family drama (teen mom), corporate greed, pollution and marginalized neighborhoods. He was political and introspective. All his plays made moral statements replete with psychological examination. He was an intriguing writer who brought his heart and history (and sometimes his humor) to the stage. We worked on several other plays including “Shadows,” which I brought into my company’s Script Development Series. He was an annual supporter of my company MultiStages, and attended all our productions and events. He was kind, generous, and a friend as well as a colleague. Those of us who knew David as a playwright and lover of theatre mourn him and his talent. I send my deepest condolences to Kristen and Jason and to David’s extended family.
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Hannah Sard Posted Mar 25, 2023 at 10:45 AM
Thank you so much Ms. Peress. David, and therefore all the rest of us - his family and friends, had enormous respect for you, both as a Theater Director and as a person. You facilitated his being able to blossom into his own as a playwright, giving him the support, the guidance, and the attention that he needed. So your words mean the world to me. My name is Hannah Sard. I'm his . . I mean . . I was his baby sister. May God bless us all. Rest in peace David. Always your devoted sister, Hannah
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