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Earl K. Anderson ’57

Earl K. Anderson, 86, a longtime resident of Surry, New Hampshire and formerly of South Windsor, Conn., passed away peacefully in the comfort of his home on Sunday, Dec. 3, 2023.

He was born on Sept. 20, 1937, in Hillsborough and spent his earliest years at Webster House in Manchester. At the age of seven he was adopted by the late Jean (Warring) and Arnold Anderson of West Hartford, Conn.

As a boy, Earl spent summer vacations and many weekends working with his parents on their property in Surry, which they named Andacres. This later became his parents’ retirement home and eventually the home of Earl. Earl attended the Tilton School in Tilton and Williston Academy in Easthampton, Mass., before graduating from William Hall High School in West Hartford, Conn., with the class of 1957. He continued his education at St. Lawrence University in Canton, N.Y.

While living in Connecticut he worked at Putnam, Coffin and Burr and Hartford National Bank and Trust Company. He was also a banking consultant in the installation of online systems and operations methods. After moving to New Hampshire he worked with local surveyors and tax preparers, served as House Manager at The Colonial Theatre and operated an independent business assisting elderly people with financial and personal needs.

In 1984 Earl met Gareth R. Williams, with whom he shared a loving, devoted relationship for 39 years. Earl loved his home and loved to entertain guests, who always appreciated his cooking and his hospitality. He also loved being outdoors and spent many happy hours working with his tractor or chainsaw. He traveled to many countries throughout his life and spent 12 winters on the island of Nevis. He was a hard worker, and when he became engaged in a cause that he believed in he worked passionately on its behalf.

Two of his final efforts were helping to keep Maplewood Nursing Home in its current Westmoreland location, and securing funding for an addition to the Surry Volunteer Fire Department’s station. Those who knew him well could attest that he was a generous man with a big heart.

He is survived by his partner, Gareth Williams, of Surry; five siblings: Shirley Chow, Mildred Beauregard and Willis Rivers of Gardner, Mass.; Dorothy Sands of Westminster, Mass.; and Philip Hill of Rindge; and numerous nieces and nephews.

Calling hours will be held on Sunday, April 28, 2024, from 1 to 2 p.m., with a memorial service to follow at 2 p.m., in the Cheshire Family Funeral Chapel, 44 Maple Ave., Keene.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Surry Volunteer Fire Department c/o John Berglund, 1 Village Road, Surry NH 03431.

Geoffrey C. Hardy ’46

Geoffrey Charles Hardy, age 97, passed away December 19, 2025, in Barrie, Ontario. Predeceased by his wife Doris. Survived by son Andrew (Suzanne), daughter Jackie (Mike), grandchildren Krista (Dan), Amanda (Mike), Brian, Geoff, Bret, Sam, Madison, and William. Great grandchildren Alex (Holly), Tyler (Maria), Joshua (Jessica), Ivory (Grant) and Mathew. He was blessed to live long enough to have great great grandchildren, Jameson, Jackson, Anita, Jorge, and Sophia.

Geoff (Poppa) was very proud of his “dynasty” and of all their accomplishments, and the fact they are all good people.  Geoff was born in Newcastle England January 3,1928. He worked his whole working life for Kodak. First in England and then in Canada. Geoff was enthusiastic about most sports, but especially soccer. He coached kids’ soccer for years. Because of this, anyone who would like to make a memorial contribution in lieu of flowers, please consider Canadian Tire Jumpstart Charities

The Hardy family would like to give wholehearted thanks to the caring and hardworking staff at Victoria Village Manor in Barrie. He was cared for with love and respect for 14 years.

Cremation will take place with a spring internment.  There will be a celebration of Geoff’s long life in the near future. RIP Geoff. Cheers!

Susan (Williams) Oblinger ’64

Susan Moore Oblinger, affectionately known as Sue, passed away peacefully on September 28, 2026, at Fairmont Senior Living after a short battle with cancer. She was 80 years old.

Born on February 27, 1946, in Bar Harbor, Maine, Susan lived a life defined by love, strength, and devotion to others. She was a very loving and caring person, remembered as a strong woman with deep resilience and a thoughtful spirit. Above all, she was a wonderful mother who dearly loved her children and grandchildren, and she took great pride in her family, motherhood, and education.

Susan earned her Masters degree from Miami University in Oxford, an achievement that reflected her dedication to learning and personal growth. She went on to devote more than 30 years to education, retiring from Valley View Schools after a long and meaningful career. Most of those years were spent teaching language arts, where she shared her love of reading with generations of students. She also directed the junior high drama club for many years, giving young people the opportunity to build confidence, creativity, and lasting memories under her guidance.

Her life’s work was matched by the care she gave at home. Susan’s family was the center of her heart, and the love she gave them will remain one of her most enduring legacies.

She is survived by her sons, Christian (Angie) Oblinger of Farmersville, Ohio, and Brent Oblinger of Bend, Oregon; and by her three granddaughters, Kaitlin Oblinger, Isabella Oblinger, and Elena Oblinger. She is also survived by her brothers Harold Thomas “Tom” II Williams, and John “Jack” G. Williams. In the lives of her family, Susan leaves behind the example of a thoughtful, resilient, and deeply loving woman whose presence will be treasured always.

She was preceded in death by her late husband, David C. Oblinger, and by her parents, Harold Thomas Williams and Frances (Goodrich) Williams ’30.

Susan will be remembered with love and gratitude by all who knew her. Her kindness, strength, and unwavering devotion to her family and to education leave a lasting mark that will not be forgotten.

A celebration of life will be announced at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made to the Valley View Performing Arts Committee c/o Dawn Gunter, 6027 Farmersville-Germantown Pike, Germantown OH 45327.

Harold Bradley Evans, Jr. ’55

Harold Bradley “Brad” Evans, Jr., 88, of Winston-Salem passed away peacefully in the presence of family after a lengthy battle with Parkinson’s disease.

He was born on October 12, 1937, in Watertown, NY, the son of Harold B. Evans, Sr. and Kathleen (Whearty) Evans. A true son of the North Country, he delighted in snowstorms and wintry weather his entire life. Brad graduated from Williston Academy (now Williston Northampton School) in Easthampton, MA in 1955. He went on to study at Yale University (B.A., 1959), delivering birthday cakes to fellow students to help pay his way through school. After graduation, Brad went to the Navy’s Officer Candidate School, receiving his commission in 1960. After serving on the U.S.S. Wasp for two years, he spent three years working in the Navy’s Pentagon War Room (CNO Flag Plot) in Washington, D.C. Brad was very proud of his service to his country, and received a commendation for his role in collecting, compiling, and presenting critical information to admirals and leading Navy Department civilians during the tense days of the Cuban Missile Crisis in October of 1962. He closed his military service as a full Lieutenant in 1964.

Brad was well known for his remarkable work ethic, perhaps best demonstrated by his completion of night law school while still working full time at the Pentagon and then at GEICO as a claims adjuster and bodily injury examiner. After graduating from Georgetown Law in 1966, he clerked for the Chief Judge of the Court of Appeals in Washington, D.C. He worked for a few different law firms in Northern Virginia during his career where he received several awards and was elected to two terms on the Virgina State Bar Council. He also served as the President of the Alexandria Bar Association and as Chairman of the Committee to Reduce Litigation Costs and Delays. He was voted by his peers for Best Lawyers in America from 1983 until 2007. In 1998, he was elected as a Fellow of the Virginia Law Foundation in recognition of both his integrity and his professional competence. Brad combined his legal skills with a kindhearted spirit, being active in legal aid and often recognized for his pro bono work. He regarded his legal profession as a calling and made lasting friendships with colleagues that continued long after his retirement at age 70.

Brad was especially well known for his abiding love of fishing. He planned and promoted many trips with law partners and other friends to Wachapreague, VA and the Outer Banks in NC. He liked to remark that his most important educational distinction was his triple graduation from the NC State Sport Fishing School in Hatteras, NC, which he attended separately with each of his three sons. One of his proudest moments on the water was watching his eldest reel in a white marlin— which still holds the record as the family’s biggest fish after several decades! Brad also acquired a love of birds from his father and was able to name a great number of species on sight. He maintained a series of bird feeders for many years, waging a long (and often unsuccessful) contest with neighborhood squirrels.

Brad’s devotion to his family was at the core of his being. He was a loving husband and described his beloved Allene to his college classmates as “a lovely, wonderful wife with intelligence, kindness, goodness, and a lively sense of humor.” Their happy marriage was marked by many lovely outings and other wonderful experiences, including travels to Italy, Provence, Oberammergau, as well as other various trips with Reynolda House. Brad’s conversations with his two younger brothers were a true delight to behold, full of jokes, tales of yore, and peals of laughter. He served as a soccer coach for his eldest son and was a faithful fan for his sons’ and grandkids’ sporting events and other endeavors over the years. He was a great encourager of the careers and pursuits of his children and grandchildren. His sons and grandsons will always remember their fishing trips with their beloved Dad and “Pa” on the Atlantic Ocean, Lake Ontario, St. Lawrence River, and in other lakes and rivers along the eastern seaboard.

Brad was also well known as a devout Catholic and frequently attended daily mass. One of his most striking qualities was his humble regard for his own impressive achievements. He was an unassuming Yale graduate who paired a sharp legal mind with an aversion towards both elitism and boasting. Brad had a high degree of integrity and a strong moral compass but still maintained an unshakeable sense that others should be free to make their own choices. He learned deep lessons from his own struggles with anxiety and perfectionism and liked to remind the troubled or conscience-stricken to “be gentle with yourself.”

After living 35 years in Alexandria, VA, Brad and his wife moved to Winston-Salem in 2007 to be close to his two oldest sons and grandchildren. For his 50th college reunion, he wrote that his grandkids were his “great joys” and, with his typically playful sense of humor, claimed that they were manifestly of “Presidential timber” despite their tender ages. His unmistakable delight in the stories, games, and enthusiasms of young children was an enduring aspect of his personality. Until Parkinson’s began to take its toll, Brad continued his life of service in Winston-Salem and volunteered for Samaritan Ministries, Catholic Charities, and Crisis Control Ministry. He also served on the board of the Springwell Network and supported the Enrichment Center, the Piedmont Opera, and Reynolda House.

Brad was well loved by his family, former colleagues, and friends. He will be deeply missed. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, Allene (Thompson) Evans; three sons, Harold B. “Brad” Evans, III of Winston-Salem, Barrett A. Evans (Jeannie) of Winston-Salem, Rev. Dr. Darryl C. Evans (Lara) of Florence, SC; two brothers, Patrick L. Evans (Kathleen) and Charles W. Evans; four grandchildren, Sam, Karter, Will, and Addie; two nieces (Kate Evans and Karen Thayer); two nephews (Ricky Evans and Kevin McBride); and many grand- and great-grand nephews and nieces.

A Requiem Mass will be held at 11:00 AM on September 16, 2026, at the Holy Family Catholic Church chapel, 4820 Kinnamon Road Winston-Salem, NC 27103. Burial and a reception on church grounds will follow the Mass.

Brad’s family members would like to express their profound gratitude for the amazing professionalism, diligence, and kindness of the Arbor Acres staff, especially during his final months and days. (To put it in terms you will surely understand, we appreciate you as much as Brad did his twice-daily servings of chocolate ice cream while in your care!)

In lieu of flowers, please consider contributions to the Parkinson’s Foundation, 5757 Waterford District Drive, Ste 310, Miami, FL 33126; The Enrichment Center, 1006 S. Marshall St., Winston-Salem, NC 27101; or Springwell Network, 3820 N Patterson Ave, Winston Salem, NC 27105.

Michael V. Malone ’01

July 8, 1982 – September 4, 2026

Michael Vincent Malone, a beloved husband, son, brother, uncle and man of faith, lived a life rooted in love, family, and devotion. He leaves behind a family who loved him deeply and whose lives are forever enriched by his presence.

Michael was born in 1982 in Salt Lake City, Utah, to Bob and Diane Malone. He was a graduate of the Williston Northampton School in Easthampton, Massachusetts and continued his education at Saint Mary’s University in San Antonio, Texas. Michael earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from St. Mary’s University and then went on to enter the School of Law were he also earned a Doctor of Jurisprudence, Magna Cum Laude, in 2012. He was a member of the international legal honor society, Phi Delta Phi, and the John M. Harlan Society for distinguished law graduates. Michael later completed his Master of Laws (LLM) from St. Mary’s, where he was an adjunct professor of law; Michael was also an adjunct professor in St. Mary’s University’s graduate international relations department.

After completing his education, Michael established his own law practice in San Antonio, where he focused on probate, estate planning, guardianship and real estate and business law. Through his work, he had the privilege of guiding individuals and families through some of life’s most important decisions. He took great pride in the practice he built and, in the opportunity, to serve his clients with care and dedication.

While Michael built his professional life in San Antonio, his heart was never far from the family ranch in Sonora, Texas. To him, it was more than a place – it was home. It was where family gathered, where cherished memories were made, and where he found some of life’s greatest happiness.

Michael’s faith was a deeply important part of his life and who he was as a person. The beliefs instilled in him throughout his life shaped his values, his deep commitment to family, and the way he approached his relationships with kindness, integrity and love.

Above all, Michael treasured his family. He is survived by his wife Barbara; his parents, Bob and Diane Malone; his brother, Ryan Malone, and wife, Jennifer Malone; and his beloved niece and nephew, Ellie and Jack. He found great joy in being their uncle and especially treasured the time he spent with his family and those closest to him.

Michael will be remembered for his love he gave so freely to his family, the faith that anchored his life, and the pride he took in his profession. His life touched many, and those who knew and loved him will carry his memory with them always. His memory will forever be woven into the story and hearts of the Malone family.

There will be a Mass of Christian Burial on November 16th at St. Ann’s Catholic Church in Sonora. The mass will be followed by a graveside service and a celebration of Michael’s life.

Dorothy (Openshaw) Naylor ’56

Dorothy (Openshaw) Naylor of Berlin, Vermont, previously of Calais, passed away peacefully at Woodridge Nursing and Rehabilitation on September 7, 2026 after a long and well-lived life.

Dorothy was born at Newport Hospital in Newport, Rhode Island on January 24, 1939, to James A. and Dorothy (Harvest) Openshaw. She moved with her family to Southampton, Massachusetts in 1941 where she attended the local elementary school and graduated from Northampton School for Girls in 1956.

Dorothy attended several universities including Cornell and New Mexico before landing at University of Massachusetts (Amherst) from which she graduated in 1961. While at UMass she met and married her lifelong partner and love, Ben Naylor. Together with their infant daughter (Sonja) they moved to Manhattan, Kansas in the summer of 1961. While there, Ben continued his studies and their family grew to include three sons. In 1967 Ben had completed his studies and they’d had enough of flat, featureless, windy land, so they moved the family back east and settled at Kents Corner in Calais before moving to Collar Hill in 1972 where they resided for over 50 years.

Dorothy went by different names. Her father nicknamed her Lass when she was born because, as he said, “She was slow as molasses in January,” in a riff on her birthday and her tardy entrance to the world. Despite the nickname, she could never be considered sluggish, stagnant, or unproductive. For most of her adult life she was known as Dot (or Aunt Speck by some cheeky nieces and nephews). In her later years she was known as Dorothy at her request.

In addition to her several names, Dorothy wore many hats throughout her long and active life. She taught 5th & 6th grades at East Montpelier Elementary School for 20+ years, she served on multiple boards and committees, she partnered with Ben in homesteading their land and developing a thriving small business. She was a lifelong learner, an innovator before innovation was cool, and generally a feisty woman who regarded obstacles as challenges to be overcome her whole life.

Dorothy began her teaching career in the Four Corners (one room) School House. At the time it was an overflow building for the modern elementary school. She walked her students two-tenths of a mile to and from the main building several days a week for specialty classes such as PE, art, and the like. After a couple years overlooking the field across the road she envisioned a Nordic skiing program that would simultaneously teach winter survival skills, so she applied for a grant, bought cross-country ski sets and taught many generations of students how to ski and enjoy the winter.

Throughout her life Dorothy embraced serendipity. One day in 1976 she bought too many peaches from the co-op and turned them into a thriving boutique jam business now owned by son Kelt and his wife Kristina. In the beginning Dorothy hand wrote all the labels. Those labels are now digitally printed using her handwriting for the font. As the business grew, she delivered and managed, while Ben handled production and product development. Now this jam, and many other specialty food products, can be found on store shelves throughout New England.

Dorothy had a healthy respect for civic engagement and town service – she served on many boards – most related to education. She and Ben were involved in the citizen committees that created the modern Calais Elementary School and U32; both built in the early 1970s. She later served on the Calais School board during the contentious merger required by Act 46. She continued engaging in the fight to maintain local schools right up to the very end, attending school board meetings virtually from her nursing home.

Maybe it was immersion in a place where tourism is an economic staple, maybe it was just her personality; in any case Dorothy actively avoided crowds, mainstream tourism, and other “touristy” events. She and Ben took three very memorable vacations in their life. The first and most momentous in 1994 when they toured Antarctica on a retired Russian research vessel. They were caught up in international intrigue when the ship was impounded in the Falkland/Maldive Islands and Argentina refused to allow passage through their airspace to Tierra del Fuego in Chile!

Though she was always active, she was never too busy to wander their property in Calais or sit on the porch of their cottage on Lake Champlain with a gin & tonic.

Dorothy is survived by her three children: daughter, Sonja N. Andrews, (Ross), Calais, VT; son, Kelt M. Naylor, (Kristina), Dummerston, VT; son, Benjamin E. Naylor, (Jennifer), Petersburg, NY as well as 7 grandchildren: Lillian and John (Rebecca) Andrews, Caroline and Max Naylor, Aleana, Sophia (Lucas), and Eli Naylor, and one great grandson, Harvest Andrews. Dorothy was predeceased by her beloved husband, Ben Naylor, her infant son Kurt W. Naylor, her parents and siblings, Judy (Openshaw) Findeisen ’50 and James A. Openshaw, Jr. ’51.

Robert S. Zarchen ’55


Robert “Bob” S. Zarchen passed away at his home in Miami, Florida, on September 7, 2026, at the age of 89. Bob was predeceased by his loving wife of 67 years, Susan (Neiditch), and his sister, Arlene Norman. Bob is survived by his sons, Louis (Janet) of West Simsbury, CT, and John of Los Angeles, CA, and his grandchildren, Nicky of San Francisco, CA, and Matthew of Arcata, CA.

Born in Hartford, CT, Bob attended Williston Academy and obtained a degree in mechanical engineering from Yale University in 1959, where he was also captain of the squash team. He married Susan in 1959.

Following the sudden death of his father, Bob ran the family business, Hartford Tire, on Hudson Street in Hartford. In those days, the business sold and recapped tires, in addition to selling small appliances and bicycles. Hudson Tire became the first Honda motorcycle dealer in Connecticut, selling what was then the ubiquitous Honda 50cc scooter. Bob had one fitted with a baby seat, and following a minor accident while riding with his wife and son Louis, he also became the shortest-duration Honda motorcycle dealer in Connecticut.

Following the sale of Hartford Tire, Bob went to work for Continental Life Insurance Company, achieving numerous sales awards and earning his CLU designation. In the late 1960s, Bob started Tech Tune Up Centers, a chain of auto repair shops located throughout Connecticut and in Springfield, MA.

Bob frequently sought new challenges, and in 1974, he purchased a Luders 24, a classic wooden racing sailboat. The boat was in tough condition, and he had it moved from Maine to the backyard in Connecticut on a large trailer. Bob, with the help of family and friends, spent many months refurbishing the boat. The boat was renamed BLUE, simply because of its navy-blue hull color and the fact that the stern was so narrow it could accommodate only four letters. The family joined the Thames River Yacht Club and spent many enjoyable outings on Long Island Sound.

It was at that point that the sailing bug bit. Bob and Susan purchased an Alajuela 38, an ocean-going sailboat, keeping the name BLUE. They took delivery of the new BLUE in Key Largo and spent the winter cruising the Bahamas. Over the following years, they sailed the far-flung islands of the Caribbean in the winter and north to Connecticut during the summers, traveling many miles offshore and navigating by sextant several times. When returning south, they traveled the Intracoastal Waterway, in the days when one could pull alongside a crab boat and bargain for soft-shell crabs. Bob became proficient in Morse code and obtained his ham radio license, in addition to his 500-ton master’s license.

Bob and Susan permanently relocated to Miami in the mid-1980s, purchasing a condominium in the first high-rise building on Claughton Island, now known as Brickell Key. Susan and Bob sold BLUE and became captain and crew aboard a corporately owned sailboat, Balancing Act. They enjoyed many memorable adventures and formed lifelong friendships with the company’s chairman and his family. Following Balancing Act, Bob became a yacht broker, specializing in large sailboats. He worked for many years at Merrill Stevens and then Sparkman and Stephens. He was very active in the Florida Yacht Brokers Association, becoming a director and serving as president in 1996 and 2016.

Bob and Susan were active supporters of many organizations, including the New World Symphony, Pérez Art Museum Miami, MOCA, ICA, and Fountainhead Arts. Bob always enjoyed Art Basel, and, with the exception of work by a cousin, their art collection featured exclusively artists local to the 305.

Bob was a gentleman and a wonderful husband and father. He was an astute businessman with a penchant for finances. He always loved discovering how things worked and how to fix them, and he rarely shied away from a challenge or an adventure.

The family would like to express special thanks to Junior Joseph and Neysi Morales, who provided compassionate care during both Susan’s and Bob’s final months.

In keeping with his wishes, there will be no public service. In his memory, the family welcomes memorial donations, in lieu of flowers, to Congregation Beth Israel in West Hartford, CT (https://cbict.org/), or an arts organization of your choice.

Julia (Nichols) Cook ’51

Julie landed here on Earth on April Fool’s Day 1933 and kept the pedal to the metal for 92 years, taking us all along for one hell of a ride, before departing on July 25th, 2025.

Daughter of Henry and Esther Nichols and proud older sister to her beloved and equally colorful siblings, Hope ’54, Leslie ’55, and Hank. Summers were spent with their grandparents in Hyde Park, New York where their grandfather was caretaker at the Vanderbilt Estate. They lost their mother too early, a sadness they carried together for the rest of their days, which ultimately knitted them even closer together.

While attending Mt Holyoke College Julie went on a blind date with Christopher Cook, accepting because her roommate told her he had good posture. Thus began a journey that lasted 70 years and produced five children: Brett, Ethan, Esther, Silas and Jorden. Home was a 250 year old farmhouse in Lee, New Hampshire, drafty and temperamental but also magical. Julie and Chris met the many challenges of living there while taking great joy in nature and the beauty of their surroundings. For Julie that was always the birds. Every shopping list included a 40lb bag of birdseed. She excelled at living beautifully on a budget, shopping for remnants at the Exeter Handkerchief Factory, and sewing artful clothes for the family.

There were small bouquets of wildflowers on every windowsill, and partridge berry wreaths in Winter. She fed her large and hungry family wonderful meals from her home garden and with fish Chris caught in Great Bay. They made a remarkable team as parents, a united front knowing when to bring the hammer down and when to “try a little tenderness.”

Family hiking trips in the White Mountains often meant Julie had one child by the hand and another riding on her back. Swimming at Mendums Pond, sandwiches on the wooden cutting board under the big maple in the front yard, records playing on the record player, Julie knew the important beauty of an ordinary day.

She was a great reader aloud, ensuring a love of books by introducing her children to Ferdinand, Charlotte’s Web and The Wind in the Willows.

Julie and Chris moved to Andover, Mass in 1964 when Chris became the director of the Addison Gallery of American Art. She often said she knew when she married him she would have a life surrounded by art.

She began teaching pre-primary at the Pike School with her hilarious friend Jean Spader. Early marriage and children had postponed a college degree, which was required to teach in public school, her dream. She found a program that accepted life experience in lieu of credits at Harvard University. After graduating she went on to receive a Masters in Special Education at Suffulk University and a PhD at Boston University, all while teaching full time and wrangling five kids—now teenagers. A long career in special education at vocational high schools in Lowell and Lawrence followed.

She was a fierce advocate for her students, never looking away or backing down from any injustice they faced. One shining student, Alicia Phillips, called her on her birthday and all holidays for the rest of Julie’s life. She made another important friend, Diane Edstrom, a fellow teacher, artist and free spirit.

Julie worked her whole life for social justice in all its forms: civil rights, women’s rights and worker’s rights. She believed in unions and a good life and dignity for all.

She began a spiritual quest, which she shared with her dear friend Mary Chivers, finding deep meaning in the Quaker meeting houses in Dover, NH and Cambridge, Mass. She also discovered a real love for meditation and yoga. Her grandchildren were always delighted to find her standing on her head! She and Chris had become grandparents to Ryland, Jenny, Miles, Julia, Kylee, Nate and Pearl who they adored, sharing time together in the kitchen, the workshop, the art studio and outdoors. She also had such love for the spouses of her children, and all her beloved nieces and nephews.

She was blessed with extraordinary friendships. Her children remember the joy of coming home and finding them, all together in the kitchen, cooking omelets, drinking wine and laughing.

After retiring Julie and Chris returned to NH, settling in Portsmouth and happily picking up where they left off with treasured friends, Art and Celeste DiMambro and John and Janet Yount. Julie also became a CASA volunteer, continuing her advocacy for children and teens in need.

Julie showed tremendous strength and bravery when a diagnosis of dementia was delivered. “I can do this”, she said, “as long as I have the birds and Mahler.” She then added, “I always thought I was taking care of the birds but now I see they were taking care of me.”

She remained happy and loving and grateful. Often saying “I’ve had a wonderful life!” and “two thumbs up!” The Cook family would like to thank the staff at Riverwoods in Durham, not only for their incredible care, but also for making a home for us all.

A lifelong beauty, a reader, a dancer, a scholar, a regular at Boston Symphony open rehearsals and museums everywhere, making the trip to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum every Spring to see the hanging nasturtiums. She was the sun in our sky who we miss more than tongue can tell and for whom we say thank you every day. How did we ever get so lucky?

Judd D. Mott ’47

Judd Mott passed away at home in Wilton, Connecticut, on September 11, 2026, age 97.

Born in St. Joseph, Missouri, he grew up in up in Rockville, Connecticut and graduated from Williston Academy in 1947. He joined the Air National Guard in 1948 and his studies at Yale University were interrupted in his junior year in 1951 when the 103rd Fighter Interceptor Squadron was mobilized for the Korean War. He spent two years on active duty in the Air Force, then returned to graduate from Yale in 1954. Mr. Mott worked in Manhattan for over 30 years as a commodity broker, then sold real estate in the Norwalk-Wilton area.

Mr. Mott and his wife Laurie, who predeceased him in 2020, moved to Wilton from Bronxville, New York in 1959 and lived ever since at the same house on Wolfpit Road. They enjoyed a shared interest in collecting art and early American and Victorian furniture and glassware. Mr. Mott was active in the Wilton American Legion post for over 30 years and served as grand marshal of the 2013 Memorial Day parade.

Mr. Mott is survived by sons Jonathan (Lynn) of Orange, California, Andy of Costilla, New Mexico, and Gregory (Karin) of Middlebury, Vermont, and grandchildren Christopher, Caitlin, Genevieve, Vivian, Alex, Elizabeth.

Graveside service on Monday September 21 at 11:00 a.m. at Hillside Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Wilton American Legion Post 86 or Wilton Kiwanis.

Paul M. Blair ’58

Paul Martin Blair, 85, died September 9, 2026, in Norwalk, Connecticut, surrounded by his children and grandchildren. A private family service will be held this fall on one his favorite ski runs in the Catskills NY.

Paul was born on October 4, 1940, in Jamaica, Queens NY, to the late Henry and Edna Blair, both first generation immigrants. He spent his childhood and adolescence in Northport Long Island and attended Williston Northampton Prep School in MA, where he graduated in 1959 as a multi-sport athlete. Following high school, he attended Colgate University in Hamilton NY where he played and lettered in lacrosse and wrestling three years in a row. After college, he voluntarily joined the US Marine Corps where he served his time at Camp Legeune NC. He spent his early professional life working on Wall Street where he honed the art of arbitrage working with his father and brother at Henry Blair and Co securities option firm, and Harris Upham. By 1976, he was elected as Vice President of the American Stock Exchange. Soon after the 70’s crash, he turned in suits and briefcase and, with his wife Cynthia, opened Briar Hardware in Briarcliff NY. When they closed the store, he spent the remainder of his working life in security. He lived the early part of his adult life in Westchester County between Chappaqua and Bedford, and his last 15 years in Norwalk CT.

Known by his family as Big Paul, he will be remembered for his quick wit, his love of family and family gatherings, his enjoyment of fast cars and downhill skiing, his love of sports, including any college lacrosse and especially his beloved NY Giants and the old Brooklyn Dodgers, his pride for his children and grandchildren, his turkey carving and egg bunking prowess, and desire for ice box cake on every birthday.

Paul is predeceased by both his parents and two of his three brothers, Peter Blair ’57 formerly Warren NY and his brother John formerly of New Haven CT. He is survived by his wife, Cynthia Mulbury Blair; their four sons, Bryan Blair and wife Kelly Mofield of Chappaqua NY, Chris Blair and his wife Tracy of Southlake TX, Peter Blair and his wife Paola of Norwalk CT, and Paul Blair and his wife Jamie of Atkinson NH; his 13 grandchildren, Tilden, Graham, Schuyler, Seamus, Marcus, Henry, Lily, Joseph, Sean, Charlie, Maddy, Presley and Oliver; numerous grand nieces and nephews from the Gabriel, McClenachan, Mulbury, Pawlowski and Palmer families; his brother Jimmy Blair of Lafayette LA; and his nephews Matthew, David, Eric and Nate Blair. The family asks that donations in memory of Big Paul be made to your own favorite charity and that you raise a glass in his memory every time the NY Giants score, admitting that “we love them, but they don’t make it easy.”