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Very sorry to hear about Lenny's passing, and condolences to family and friends. Lenny three decades ago ignited in me a passion for history that has informed my life, and work, to this day. He was one of the most brilliant people I've ever known, and a huge influence on my career as a student of history, writer, and journalist. One of the great thrills of my life was reconnecting with him a few years ago when he attended a lecture I was giving on campus, encouraging me to pursue a book project, and graciously offering to read chapters of same as it progressed. I'm deeply saddened over his loss. He was a gracious man, and an intellectual giant. His passion for truth, justice and understanding will live on in many of us moving forward.
Lenny was my prof for History 505 at Western. The class where they make you prove your mettle at the start of graduate school in the WWU history MA program. I hated that class but I enjoyed Lenny’s wit and wisdom. He was a tough, but fair instructor. If you said something stupid in his class he would make you defend it. If you couldn’t defend it, he would shut down your dumb idea without making you feel dumb. Lenny took no prisoners in factual debates, but his goal was always to make people think and grow. He was an intellectual fighter who wanted everyone in the boxing ring to leave with a stronger brain. RIP Lenny.
What a rich life. Great job by the organizers and the eulogists (Lenny's wisdom clearly reflected in his choice of speakers.) Over the years we enjoyed Lenny's Baltimore stories, especially the one where his father told him that if he didn't shape up he'd become a shoemaker. Without Lenny's enthusiastic recommendations we would have missed some great concerts at Nancy's Farm and the YWCA, as well as the Donna Leon mysteries, and so many movies and series. I know in the times to come we will often catch ourselves saying, “We should ask Lenny about that,” knowing that he would share well informed knowledge of the subject. I will always remember the positive attitude that Lenny had throughout the ups and downs of his illness. He never gave up as long as there were promising treatments; but he gracefully stopped treatment when it was no longer helping. Kathryn arranged the most beautiful functional area in the living room where family and friends could gather around Lenny in his second comfy chair. I truly think he enjoyed every day. We are old enough to not expect justice in this world, but in Lenny’s case it is just that all the love, encouragement and support he gave to family, friends, colleagues, and students was returned to him. We will miss him terribly as will so many others. Love to all from Barb and Fred
Anita Fellman
Anita Fellman
Neither one of us knew Lenny growing up. We were not colleagues at WWU. We don’t even live in Bellingham, but an hour+ away in Vancouver, B.C. Debbie Bernstein of the University of Haifa, a mutual friend, facilitated the initial connection in the mid 1980s. For the past thirty years our interactions have been quick visits, either in Bellingham or in Vancouver. By the time in 2008 that we moved (back) to Vancouver for at least half the year, all three of their kids were launched and living on their own. So for us, Lenny has meant Lenny-and-Kathryn, an interesting, engaging, smart, fun duo with whom we could exchange news and views on books, movies, politics, travels, and family, eat delicious food together (either at their home or in Vancouver restaurants) and visit museums, most commonly the UBC Museum of Anthropology (where Lenny once showed Anita the very mask that began his fascination with First Nations art). There were other brief excursions as well: to La Conner, of all places, to eat at a Polish restaurant, to Granville Island for food purchases and gallery hopping, to Douglas Reynolds Gallery on South Granville Street (where Lenny and Kathryn were greeted as intimate friends) to Skwachays Lodge, the First Nations Hotel on Pender Street in Vancouver where every astonishing room had been decorated by a different BC artist. There was an overnight trip to Whistler to see the new Audain Museum, made more exciting by an unexpected heavy snowfall at the end. Wherever we went, Lenny and Kathryn, devoted to living well, knew the best places to eat, the most interesting places to browse or buy. (In the late 1980s, Anita benefitted in a significant way from this shopping expertise, when, during their sabbatical year in Philadelphia, Lenny arranged for the purchase of three beautiful Turkish rugs for her from Woven Legends). Their hospitality, noted by everyone, has been of an especially enduring nature for us. They have generously served as a U.S. mail drop for us, stockpiling our packages, letters, and documents between our periodic visits. Everyone during the wonderful Zoom memorial commented on Lenny’s enthusiasms, his infectious appetite for beauty, pleasure, and intellectual stimulation, which continued throughout his long struggle with cancer, to the very last days of his life. All of this made him a delightful and exciting companion. He had a very good life, and also important, a good death. We would be remiss if we did not observe that Lenny’s ability to experience these pleasures so fully was dependent upon on Kathryn’s tireless labor throughout their marriage, the raising of their wonderful children, and her artful care of him during his long illness. Lenny knew that he was very fortunate, and so do we. -- Anita Fellman and Ed Steinhart
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