In Memory

Richard Poyle

Richard Poyle

RIP



 
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10/14/14 06:48 PM #1    

Andra Winkelman (Soble)

I am so saddened to learn of Richard's passing.  He was such a sweet and fun young man.  My condolences.

 

Andra Winkelman Barr


10/15/14 02:22 AM #2    

Helen Slabosky (Gean)

How did he die?      He was a good example of why not to  have other students correct  papers.  I remember him   from study halls.     What a talker!


10/15/14 07:40 PM #3    

Joel Casman

When I transferred from Wayne to MSU in September 1965, I eagerly waited to see who my roommate might be.  In walks Richard.....we looked at each other and started laughing.  Out of 16,000 dorm students we were paired up by chance. We got along very well.  I taught Rick how a bookie would prepare a betting line. After beating him out of about $40, he decided to end his bookmaking career.  I guess he though insurance was a little safer!  I remember many long, late night discussions with Rick sharing our thoughts and ideas.

I last saw Rick at the 40th reunion and we had 30 years of catching up to do.  He looked good but was in remission from Hodgkin's Disease that I think hit him at around 50.

RIP my roommate in G-52 Shaw Hall.

Joel Casman

 


01/02/15 09:23 PM #4    

Peter Sugar

Richard was a dear, dear friend, not in high school, but for the past 40+ years.  We became close in friendship though another, too early lost beautiful soul, Richard Gershenson (GUPPES, not Mumford) when the three of us (bachelors) bought a 40-acre plot and house in Rose City, MI.  I saw Richard frequently until the end, an irremediable recurrence of his Hodgkins.  His last wife, Pat, shared New Year's Eve dinner with us two nights ago.

Richard was a beautiful being.  Kind to all with an ascerbic humor that never was directed at his conversant.  He also was the true romantic -- noone ever saw life through rose-colored glasses like Richard.  He sought and found love everywhere - witness 5 marriages.  I love and miss him.


01/04/15 10:48 AM #5    

Douglas Miller

Richard and I were good friends at Hampton elementary school. He lived on Warrington just across the street from the front door of the school. I frequently went to his house after school. We mostly played in his back yard. We played football in the fall, made snowmen and had snow ball fights in the winter, and played  baseball in the spring. When it was too cold we went inside. Inside we were either in the basement playing with the electric train his dad built or in his bed room playing 45's on his record player. Once when we were outside playing baseball one of us, and I can't remember who, hit the ball over the fence, across the alley and through a back window of the car dealership on Livernois. We were scared that they would be angry, so we hid for a while. We finally got our courage up and walked through the gate in the fence and around to the front door of the dealership. They weren't angry, but walked us through the dealship to the room that the baseball had entered. It was the paint shop. The ball had landed on the hood of a car that was being painted. The ball had smeared the fresh paint on the hood and came to rest on the windshield of the car.  A man handed us the ball, didn't yell at us, didn't charge us for ruining the paint job or breaking the window. He just said very quietly, "Please don't do it again." We never did.

Rest in peace, Richard


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