from Paul and Katie Weiblen
-----Original Message-----
From: pweib@umn.edu [mailto:pweib@umn.edu]
Sent: Friday, October 17, 2008 9:12 AM
To: epgarren@comcast.net
Subject: Re: A few words for Myron
On Oct 17 2008, pweib@umn.edu wrote:
Dear Elizabeth,
>
>Here are a few words from Katie and me about Myron. Thank you for letting
>Katie know you would be happy to share them at his service.
>
Like Katie and me, there are countless others that are not here today to
express their gratitude for having known Myron, if ever so briefly. All
the people behind the counters, serving us in our busy world. As he paid
his
bill, Myron invariably, quickly divined their inner selves and regaled
them with life affirming comment - often at great length. Their day and
perhaps
their lives were brigthened with a new-found sense of their own worth. Of
course there are all the others who stood in line behind Myron. They were
of two minds - some became indignant with impatience, however there were a
few others who would join in to share a brief moment of human kindness and
understanding. Katie and I would like to count ourselves with those
people. Our world is diminished with Myron's death, but we cherish his life
affirming gifts. - Paul and Katie Weiblen
>Paul and
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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FW: Myron Stocking RIPThursday, October 30, 2008 6:33 PM
From: "Elizabeth P Garren"View contact details
To: istocking2000@yahoo.com
from Bo Lyons in San Francisco
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From: Arthur E. Lyons [mailto:artlyons@pacbell.net]
Sent: Friday, October 17, 2008 1:57 AM
To: epgarren@comcast.net
Subject: Myron Stocking RIP
I first met Myron in 1951 when we were starting medical school in
Nashville at Vanderbilt. For both of us, we were fish out of water. We
were the only northerners in our class of 50 and felt relatively
isolated as yankees in a class of southern gentlemen. There are many
things I recall about him. The following are a few personal anecdotes
that came to mind when I heard about his recent death.
From the beginning Myron and I seemed to have a lot in common and we
shared in many experiences both in and out of school. But Myron
always seemed to march to the rhythm of his own drum. I found that
his quirky sense of humor was immensly entertaining and I always
seemed to be laughing around him. I recall hitchhiking with him to
New York one time where he met with my family and my younger sister's
friends. They still talk about his seemingly endless appetite as he
raided every icebox he encountered. One of our rides was through the
east Tennessee hills in the dark in a car driven by a single but very
tough country woman who quickly told us frigid and tired medical
students that she was packing a pistol and was prepared to use it if
we tried anything "funny",- the very last thing on our minds as I
propped my eyes open to keep her awake with conversation while Myron
immediately fell asleep snoring in the back. After a lot of
encouragement he finally got up enough nerve to stick a needle into a
vein in my arm in our class of clinical medicine where we were
partners. He was a born psychiatrist. At the first sight of blood
coming back in the syringe he promptly passed out and with the needle
still in my arm I had to catch him to keep him from hitting the
floor! He managed to kill off his dog in physiology class at the
convenient time of 5PM in order to get to a date. When he explained to
our instructor, a taciturn Chinese professor of few words, Dr. Meng
simply told Myron: "Dog cheap. Get new dog!" That was that for Myron's
date for that night. Convinced he could train himself out of a
lifetime of nearsightedness, he tried going without his glasses for a
while. I don't know how he kept from getting killed when he tried to
drive, but when I was with him I had too talk him through the traffic
just to keep myself alive. He was once convinced that he was being
enslaved by time and so gave up wearing a watch. He made up for it by
asking the time every five minutes, making himself a veritable pain
in the arse. Needless to say, forced by his long suffering family he
soon resorted to his glasses and wristwatch again.
The funniest thing about Myron was that he had no idea how funny and
entertaining he was. I was only one of his loyal friends. His later
life was frequently disturbed and unfortunately occasionally marked
with delusion and restlessness. I am afraid he was frequently unhappy
and clearly depended on on his devoted friends and family. Though I
saw him only rarely in recent years, I spoke to him often by phone
and I treasure the recollection of his knowledgable, often amusing and
erudite conversations.
I and everyone who knew him will surely miss him. Myron was truly
unique.
Arthur E. Lyons MD
2320 Sutter St. #202
San Francisco CA
94115
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FW: Myron Stocking RIPThursday, October 30, 2008 6:33 PM
From: "Elizabeth P Garren"
To: istocking2000@yahoo.com
from Bo Lyons in San Francisco
-----Original Message-----
From: Arthur E. Lyons [mailto:artlyons@pacbell.net]
Sent: Friday, October 17, 2008 1:57 AM
To: epgarren@comcast.net
Subject: Myron Stocking RIP
I first met Myron in 1951 when we were starting medical school in
Nashville at Vanderbilt. For both of us, we were fish out of water. We
were the only northerners in our class of 50 and felt relatively
isolated as yankees in a class of southern gentlemen. There are many
things I recall about him. The following are a few personal anecdotes
that came to mind when I heard about his recent death.
From the beginning Myron and I seemed to have a lot in common and we
shared in many experiences both in and out of school. But Myron
always seemed to march to the rhythm of his own drum. I found that
his quirky sense of humor was immensly entertaining and I always
seemed to be laughing around him. I recall hitchhiking with him to
New York one time where he met with my family and my younger sister's
friends. They still talk about his seemingly endless appetite as he
raided every icebox he encountered. One of our rides was through the
east Tennessee hills in the dark in a car driven by a single but very
tough country woman who quickly told us frigid and tired medical
students that she was packing a pistol and was prepared to use it if
we tried anything "funny",- the very last thing on our minds as I
propped my eyes open to keep her awake with conversation while Myron
immediately fell asleep snoring in the back. After a lot of
encouragement he finally got up enough nerve to stick a needle into a
vein in my arm in our class of clinical medicine where we were
partners. He was a born psychiatrist. At the first sight of blood
coming back in the syringe he promptly passed out and with the needle
still in my arm I had to catch him to keep him from hitting the
floor! He managed to kill off his dog in physiology class at the
convenient time of 5PM in order to get to a date. When he explained to
our instructor, a taciturn Chinese professor of few words, Dr. Meng
simply told Myron: "Dog cheap. Get new dog!" That was that for Myron's
date for that night. Convinced he could train himself out of a
lifetime of nearsightedness, he tried going without his glasses for a
while. I don't know how he kept from getting killed when he tried to
drive, but when I was with him I had too talk him through the traffic
just to keep myself alive. He was once convinced that he was being
enslaved by time and so gave up wearing a watch. He made up for it by
asking the time every five minutes, making himself a veritable pain
in the arse. Needless to say, forced by his long suffering family he
soon resorted to his glasses and wristwatch again.
The funniest thing about Myron was that he had no idea how funny and
entertaining he was. I was only one of his loyal friends. His later
life was frequently disturbed and unfortunately occasionally marked
with delusion and restlessness. I am afraid he was frequently unhappy
and clearly depended on on his devoted friends and family. Though I
saw him only rarely in recent years, I spoke to him often by phone
and I treasure the recollection of his knowledgable, often amusing and
erudite conversations.
I and everyone who knew him will surely miss him. Myron was truly
unique.
Arthur E. Lyons MD
2320 Sutter St. #202
San Francisco CA
94115
MEMORIES OF MYRON
I feel blessed to have many fond memories of Myron. They start when we were freshmen at Harvard College in the fall of 1947.Fresh out of high school,we were impressed and influenced by the large number of World War II veterans in our class. They were older and wiser and undoubtedly good role models.
Myron and I met on the stairway in Weld Hall, one of the oldest venerable buildings in Harvard Yard. My room was on the top,the fifth floor, Myron on the floor below. The veterans,notwithstanding, we and our room mates broke the tedium of study by engaging in water gun fights floor to floor!We became close friends and decided to room together for the remaining three years. These are a few of my memories:
OUR BEHAVIOR:My recollection is that we were both quite straight. We obeyed the rules, were awkward with girls,drank little, achieved far to good grades, and were more followers than leaders. We were jealous of the risk takers who broke Harvard's parietal rules, particularly not permiting girls in the rooms over night.
CHINESE FOOD:Myron's older brother George made a major discovery---Wah Yuans, a small basement restaurant in Chinatown near South Station. Wah had everything—superb food and bargain prices. There were no menus and the bill was totaled and presented as an abacus. Wah Yuans quickly became our god standard for the best in Chinese food, even to this day.
POLITICS:I must mention election night in 1948 when Truman unexpectedly defeated Dewey. Myron, I and dozens of other Democrats marched at midnight on Memorial Hall and took over a party abandoned by the vanquished Young Republicans.
CAREER GOALS:We both majored in the social sciences, Myron in anthropology, I in social relations which combined anthropology,psychology, and sociology. As we began our junior year I decided to go to medical school after graduation. Immediately I had to start pre-med courses. Although I didn't realize it until later, my decision influenced Myron who did the same thing in his senior year,i.e. Take FOUR pre-med courses at one time. Later, after medical school,we both devoted our careers to the care of children—Myron in child and adolescent psychiatry, I in pediatrics and adolescent health care.
CONTINUING CONTACT: Since our Harvard days we have experienced over 50 years of frendship. We always relished what we had in common—three sons,careers devoted to the care of the young, concern for the world and a passion to make it better. Though we did not see each other regularly. we stayed in touch with visits when we could and with phone calls through the years,. I treasured Myron's loyalty and friendship and will miss him greatly.
Jerry Rauh
October 17, 2008
I feel blessed to have many fond memories of Myron. They start when we were freshmen at Harvard College in the fall of 1947.Fresh out of high school,we were impressed and influenced by the large number of World War II veterans in our class. They were older and wiser and undoubtedly good role models.
Myron and I met on the stairway in Weld Hall, one of the oldest venerable buildings in Harvard Yard. My room was on the top,the fifth floor, Myron on the floor below. The veterans,notwithstanding, we and our room mates broke the tedium of study by engaging in water gun fights floor to floor!We became close friends and decided to room together for the remaining three years. These are a few of my memories:
OUR BEHAVIOR:My recollection is that we were both quite straight. We obeyed the rules, were awkward with girls,drank little, achieved far to good grades, and were more followers than leaders. We were jealous of the risk takers who broke Harvard's parietal rules, particularly not permiting girls in the rooms over night.
CHINESE FOOD:Myron's older brother George made a major discovery---Wah Yuans, a small basement restaurant in Chinatown near South Station. Wah had everything—superb food and bargain prices. There were no menus and the bill was totaled and presented as an abacus. Wah Yuans quickly became our god standard for the best in Chinese food, even to this day.
POLITICS:I must mention election night in 1948 when Truman unexpectedly defeated Dewey. Myron, I and dozens of other Democrats marched at midnight on Memorial Hall and took over a party abandoned by the vanquished Young Republicans.
CAREER GOALS:We both majored in the social sciences, Myron in anthropology, I in social relations which combined anthropology,psychology, and sociology. As we began our junior year I decided to go to medical school after graduation. Immediately I had to start pre-med courses. Although I didn't realize it until later, my decision influenced Myron who did the same thing in his senior year,i.e. Take FOUR pre-med courses at one time. Later, after medical school,we both devoted our careers to the care of children—Myron in child and adolescent psychiatry, I in pediatrics and adolescent health care.
CONTINUING CONTACT: Since our Harvard days we have experienced over 50 years of frendship. We always relished what we had in common—three sons,careers devoted to the care of the young, concern for the world and a passion to make it better. Though we did not see each other regularly. we stayed in touch with visits when we could and with phone calls through the years,. I treasured Myron's loyalty and friendship and will miss him greatly.
Jerry Rauh
October 17, 2008
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