Saturday, November 26, 2016
RICHARD DAVID KOBER
March 28, 1953 – February 9, 2005
An insurance claims adjuster died early Wednesday morning when he was struck by a tractor-trailer rig on Interstate 40 near Brinkley, Arkansas while he was investigating an earlier accident.
Richard David Kober, 51, of Baton Rouge, was struck by an eastbound tractor trailer rig at 3:26 a.m. when he attempted to cross I-40 near the 208 mile marker. Kober was conducting a claims investigation for Great West Insurance co. at an accident that had occurred earlier at 11:44 pm on Tuesday involving two tractor trailer rigs and a vehicle towing a horse trailer.
The driver of the tractor trailer rig which struck Kober told Arkansas highway officers that he had slowed his vehicle and was attempting to change lanes because of the vehicles parked on the side of the road. He checked his mirrors to make sure he had clearance for his trailer. When he looked back around at the roadway he saw a pedestrian in the middle of the road. The driver said he swerved his truck in an attempt to miss Kober, but struck him with the left front fender.
Religious service was held at Rabenhorst Funeral Home in Baton Rouge; interment was in Liberal Cemetery. He was survived by his wife, Veda Lynn Norfolk Kober, twin daughter and son, Ashley Lauren Kober and Stephen Mathew Kober, both of Baton Rouge, mother Beryl Kaufman Kober, of Lake Charles, brother and sister in law Ronald Kober, MD and Stephanie Kober. He was a member of Beth Shalom Synagogue, president of Beth Shalom Men's Club and a graduate of LSU.
The Kober family were actually closely related to Jerry's first wife, Carole, she being a first cousin of Richard's mother, Beryl. (Beryl's dad, Louis, was a brother of Carole's dad, Edward.) The families had stayed close through the years, even though miles separated them. As one can imagine, the tragic nature of Richard's demise was a shock to everyone.
Friday, November 18, 2016
LUCILLE M. SCOTT
Dear John, Brian and families
I was so sorry to receive the phone call notifying me of Lucy’s passing. I retired from work about the same time as Lucy did and since I had moved out of the area, I had been unaware of her stroke or her worsening condition. It saddened me a great deal to receive that call.
Lucy and I worked closely together for the six years I served at the Rehab Center. We covered jobs for each other, consulted each other – and frankly, depended on each other a lot. We also laughed a lot. Lucy was a bright spot in a sometimes-grim environment.
We also shared with each other a lot about our families. I feel as if I know each one of the family members, including her sisters, even though I have never met any of you.
If I could characterize her in a few words, I would say that of all the people I have ever known, Lucy loved her family the most. She thought her sons were the most handsome, the smartest and best sons a mother could have. She was so proud of both of you. And when she interviewed me for my job, sitting on her desk looking me straight in the eye were pictures of her three grandkids, who of course were considerably younger than they are now. She was fiercely proud of them, and of course with their parentage they also were the most handsome (or in the case of Jessica and Justine, most beautiful), smartest, and cleverest grandkids anyone had ever had. And how she loved her sisters. I was envious that I did not have the kind of relationship with my sister that she had with hers.
Lucy was caring and compassionate, sometimes to a fault, and she often ended up on the short end of the stick with the residents of in her sober-living house. But at work if we had a problem, Lucy would be the first one to step up to help us. She was a very kind, warm person, a beautiful, beautiful lady, in body, soul and spirit.
One of my fondest memories is how Lucy always told me about lounging around the house in her silk pajamas. One day she told me she had 10 pair of them. She asked if I had any and I said mine were all flannel. She insisted, as only Lucy could insist, that I go buy myself a few pairs, that I would feel better about myself, that my husband Jerry would appreciate it, and that it would make such a difference in my life. I did not rush out to buy any, to her chagrin. But last December I called her to announce that I had just bought my first pair – that finally in my retirement I could sit around the house in my jammies if I felt like it and her many admonitions had finally come home to roost! And yes, I did feel quite elegant – and yes, Jerry DID like them, a whole lot! She said to me, “Think of all those years you wasted!” Vintage Lucy, right?
At Christmas the six of us girls in the office exchanged little Christmas gifts. The only gifts I can remember specifically are the ones that came from Lucy. Her taste was exquisite, and I am still using the vase, the scarf and the pill case that she give to me at various Christmases. She always was careful to let me know that they were gifts she had received from friends but had put away because she didn’t really need them. She wanted to be up front with me about how it was that I got such a lovely gift. But I knew her friends to be as elegant as Lucy was and I cherished each one of the gifts. I still use them and think of her each time.
It is hard to lose a mother and grandmother (and sister). I am sorry I didn’t know earlier of her illness because I surely would have sent a card and come to visit her in the hospital. Please accept my condolences at this sad time. Unfortunately I was out of town on the day of her funeral. I am grateful that Brian called to let me know the sad news. She was a very special lady. I shall miss her.
Hugs to you all.
Saturday, November 12, 2016
On January 1, 1868 an accounting was taken by the U. S. State Department entitled "Lists of Citizens of the U.S. residing in Istanbul on January 1, 1868. (National Archives. State Dept. RG59, Consular Dispatches, Constantinople, Microfilm T-194, Roll #9).
This is how the Long family appeared on that list:
Albert Long, age 35, born Washington, PA, Missionary – arr. 1857
Persis S., ---- [no age given], [no birthplace given],wife
Mary L., [no age given], b Massachusetts, dau.
Nellie A., age 9, born Constantinople, dau
Clara S., age 7, born Constantinople, dau
Rosa C., age 5, born Constantinople, dau.
On a single tombstone in the Protestant Cemetery, Ferikoy-Istanbul, there is inscribed the names of both girls. Under Clara's name appears this: "Died Feb. 15, 1868" and under Nellie's name is ascribed this: "Died 3 Aug 1879, age 21." From the information above, we can see that little Clara died a month after the information for the State Department was collected.
Their father was the Rev. Albert Long, DD, at that time a Professor of Natural Science at Robert College in Istanbul.
In a book entitled "Fifty Years in Constantinople and Recollections of Robert College," author George Washburn tells about Dr. Long's work:
"Dr. Long, not yet 40 years old, taught several years in America, was a missionary of the American Methodist Church in Bulgaria for 12 years, and a co-translator of the Bible into Bulgarian."
"On our arrival at Constantinople…we found Dr. Long very anxious as to the health of his daughter, and not long after, Mrs. Long and his daughter went to southern France in the hope that a change of climate might restore her health…. His daughter died at the college on August 3, 1879."
"Dr. Long left Robert College in June of 1901 for a year of rest in America. He had been in failing health and the doctor thought a year off would restore him. He and his family left for Liverpool, England, where he was hospitalized. He died on July 28, 1901 and is buried there….Mrs. Long died in December of 1901 at Enfield, New Hampshire leaving two daughters who still reside in that town."
Lynn Scipio, in his book "My Thirty Years in Turkey," wrote the following: "Dr. Long had been a professor at Robert College for 29 years. He was born in December of 1832 and graduated from Allegheny College. He came to Turkey as a missionary of the Methodist Episcopal Church."
When I was in Istanbul in 1992, the girls' tombstone was broken in half. One half was tossed in a rubbish pile. I was able to retrieve it, and in my rudimentary Turkish I asked the custodian who lived on the grounds to please keep these two pieces together because Nellie and Clara were sisters. He said he would fix it. I truly hope he did.
It is all that is left of these dedicated Immortal Nobodies in Istanbul, Turkey.