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My dad

I’ve been taking care of my elderly dad—at his home in Syracuse, NY and then here at my house in Pennsylvania. He did a gradual decline in that time and finally departed this old world around lunchtime on Thursday, June 2. My sister Marian was by his side when he closed his eyes. Now he’s reunited with our mom.

I’ll post links to the official obituary later. Pop was a beloved husband & father; scholar; historian; exhaustive researcher; graphic designer; exemplary draftsman and (as you see in this post and this one) a good explainer of things. He loved military history especially and dragging his family around to explore old forts in the northeastern United States. Pop’s research library was massive and rigorously organized. He wrote a book about the Battle of Long Island. He researched and illustrated countless scenes of troops in their correct uniforms for the Company of Military Historians (of which he was a Fellow). He liked old radio shows; cowboys; smoking cigars; railroads; Bob & Ray; military music; bagpipes; and British music hall music. He was a Boy Scout and in the Korean War, Sergeant Manders served in the U.S. Army as a surveyor (a risky job often performed behind enemy lines—he was locating machine gun nests). Pop taught me a moral code and instilled in me mental discipline. His influence on me is profound.

Thanks for everything, Pop. Love you.
Eric Irvine Manders
August 7, 1930 – June 2, 2022

My great big handsome boy

My big, sweet, handsome Augustus died in his sleep yesterday evening. These past few weeks have been hard—Gus had terrible pain in his back joints, the curse of big dogs. He was probably 13 or 14 years old. Gus’ previous life was marked by neglect & unhappiness, chained to a peg. I was lucky to be his master for 5ish years. During that too-short time Gus gave me back twice the love I gave him. Gus was a noisy, enthusiastic goofball. His joy was a walk in the woods to chase wild turkeys and was happiest, I think, galloping unleashed in my dad’s big fenced-in yard. Despite his size, he was gentle with my old dad. He trusted me absolutely and would have defended me with his life. Friends, if you ever get the chance to rescue an old dog, seize it. You won’t be sorry. I have no regrets. I cherish every minute Gus & I had together. I miss him terribly.

Let’s raise a glass to Augustus/ his voice you all used to know/ hounds of his kind are very hard to find/ and he’s gone where the good doggies go.

Sweet dreams, my good boy. I love you.
Augustus
2007? – September 23, 2021