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Don was one of my heroes. My first memories are of him are teaching our college-age Sunday School class at Grace Conservative Baptist Church in Nanuet, NY. We read and discussed C.L. Lewis' Screwtape Letters.
We next reconnected at Prison Fellowship. Chuck Colson oncde walked in on Don and I and exclaimed, "Ah, the Iconoclasts." We took it as a compliment. Don always evaluated things in light of the evidence without bit of pretense or guile.
He was a man of faith -- a free and creative thinker only bound by an expansive and generous view of his Creator.
Although my last time with Don was perhaps 10 years ago, I feel I've lost a friend -- someone I could trust and count on to have the "right" perspective.
My best wishes to his family,
Dave Singer
My parents, Lansing and Barbara Tryon, were friends with Don and Peggy from when they were all newlyweds. We were up in Vermont a few times a year in the 70's. We have many happy memories there!
The Tryon family has been sharing stories online. I can send you the whole list as a single document or post it in pieces as comments--what would you prefer? (It's currently 7 pages long.)
Liz Tryon Hupp
Liz, we just saw you in the old family slides! Send on those stories as comments whenever you have time!
~Dale
I came to see Amy about 10 years ago with my twin sons David and John. (They thoroughly enjoyed Amy's boys) We went down the hill to Don's cabin and pulled out those old slides! We found lots of Tryons sprinkled through the 70's summer boxes.
I emailed the document with our stories to the address on the profile here. It's in a Mac format; I can send it again in a PC format if needed.
Liz
Don Carr Memories, Text Version, Aug 13, 2008
First meeting
About 1948, I started at Columbia in Physics, and lived in student housing in what had been Camp Shanks, remodeled to be Shanks Village.
(My brother-in-law, Nelson, shipped out from there in 1945.)
There was a semi-formal carpool for rides to (mostly) Columbia U. Someone driving to Columbia would circle the Village, picking up passengers standing at a street corner. When we approached George Washington Bridge, each passenger would pass forward 50 cents toward toll and gas. For the return trip, villagers would line up on 120th Street, facing Broadway. When a driver stopped at the corner, five people would automatically pile into the car, occasionally to the bewilderment of the unsuspecting driver! Same bridge-toll passing to the driver.
On one occasion, someone stopped with the current edition of the weekly village newspaper (the name of which I don't recall), wanting someone to carry it to Shanks. I agreed to carry it to the delivery person IF I could have the first copy. Usually, by time I saw a copy the interesting ads were already sold! But from that one advanced copy I bought three items, something like: a desk, filing cabinet, and Singer treadle sewing machine. (I'm not sure what.)
There could be lively conversations among the passengers. It was one of those times that Don Carr heard me say I was studying nuclear physics, and invited me to look at the Geochemistry Dept, specifically the geologic age studies under Prof. Larry Kulp. Before long, I transferred to that department, to work with Herb Feely on W.F. Libby's carbon-14 method. Eventually got my MS in Geology. Don was, I think, working on either lead isotope or radon gas method of age studies. In either case, his equipment involved a glass vacuum system to prepare samples.
One night, I think on a weekend, the mechanical vacuum pump ran low on oil, and caught fire. The wooden bench and Don's glass vacuum system were destroyed, with much smoke damage to other equipment; which was what alerted the caretaker, who lived in an apartment upstairs. By the grace of God, he caught it before it reached across the aisle to the sink, where several cans of ether were stored. That would have been a real disaster.
I had some electronic equipment with silver-plated connectors, which were blackened, but cleanable.
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This the first of hopefully several recollections of our long association with Don.
Lanse Tryon (and Barbara)
Thank you for your story, Lanse. There is so much rich history. Without the Tryons, we would have no Clean-The -Refrigerator-Stew. Without the Tryons, I would not have quite the same phobia of spiders, relating back to the incident on the beach at Tapawingo! Well, gotta go write lesson plans. Thanks again.
My Uncle Don - Even though I didn't get to see him as often as I'd liked, I knew he was always there. He was a man always willing to help no matter what. I truly miss Uncle Don and Aunt Peggy coming to NY to visit. Until we meet again, watch over us all. Love your neice Penny
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