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Richard Fraser, world-renowned neurosurgeon, died peacefully, surrounded by his devoted family, on September 14, 2017 after a long illness. A longtime Rye resident, he was 79.

 

A native of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, he earned both his undergraduate and medical degrees from the University of British Columbia. Following medical school, he was a medical resident in neurology and neurosurgery at Vancouver General Hospital, Stanford University Medical School, Columbia University Neurological Institute, where he also held an instructorship position, and The National Institutes of Health. He was Associate Professor of Neurosurgery and Senior Neurosurgeon at Tufts-New England Medical Center before becoming an Attending Neurosurgeon and Professor of Neurosurgery at New York Hospital-Weill Medical College, where he practiced for twenty-eight years. Before his unexpected retirement because of illness, he became Chief of the Division of Neurosurgery. 

 

In addition to his practice at New York Hospital, Dr. Fraser held neurosurgical positions at Memorial Hospital, Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, Burke Rehabilitation Center, Hospital for Special Surgery, and United Hospital Medical Center. A licentiate of the Medical Council of Canada, an American board-certified neurosurgeon, a fellow of the Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons, and a member of twenty-two scientific and medical societies, Dr. Fraser published over fifty influential and frequently cited research papers. 

 

Dr. Fraser did pioneering research in cerebral and micro vascular surgery, and developed new microsurgical techniques for treating genetic brain disorders and conditions once thought inoperable. 

 

In 1986, he received an honorary degree at Drew University for “his willingness to take on complicated cases on short notice, to provide nurturing counsel under stress, to use to the fullest his skill of hand and eye and mind, and to champion the finest traditions of the medical professions [to bring] comfort, healing, and prolonged life to hundreds of children and adults.”

 

In addition to his passion for practicing medicine, he was an avid history buff. His article, “How Did Lincoln Die?” published in the February-March 1995 edition of American Heritage, provided a fresh and hotly debated perspective on Lincoln’s death.

 

He was also an ardent and skilled tennis and squash player, skier, sailor, and pilot. 

 

“Dick was happiest and most alive when he could put his medical genius, his healing gifts, and his compassionate heart to work,” said his wife, Anne Fraser. “Always calm, strong, and eager to serve in a crisis, he aided and consoled untold numbers of people in their distress. Well-known for making house calls at a moment’s notice to anyone who called out to him and for personally driving his patients home from the hospital after his surgical wonders, Dick was cherished by those whom he served. When complimented for his brilliance and artistry as a surgeon, Dick would always respond, ‘I’m just an instrument,’ and, indeed, he truly was.”

 

In addition to his wife, he is survived by his four daughters, Cynthia (Rob) Attwell, Heather (James) Dungate), Eliza (Ned) Swain, and Emily Fraser; and his two grandsons, Alexander and Carter Dungate. 

 

 

A funeral service will be held at Christ’s Church Rye on Saturday, September 23 at 11 a.m.  Donations in his memory may be made to Christ’s Church Outreach, 2 Rectory Street, Rye, NY 10580.

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Barbara Ward of Rye died peacefully, after a short illness, at Greenwich Hospital on September 17, 2017. She was 87.

She grew up in the village of Kingsland, Herefordshire, England, and graduated with a degree in English Literature from the University of Birmingham.

In London, she worked for the Fulbright Scholarship Program, supervising and assisting visiting scholars from the United States. In those days she played tennis, and was a forward for the South of England Field Hockey team in regional competitions.

It was on a visit to the United States that she met her future husband, Sedgwick Ward of Wilmington, Delaware. They were married in 1960.

After a short stay in Washington D. C., the couple moved to Brooklyn Heights, where Mrs. Ward was active with the Girl Scouts and the Junior League. She served for a number of years as the secretarial assistant to Msgr. Charles Diviney, the Vicar General of the Brooklyn Diocese.

In 1973, the family, which by then included a daughter and son, moved to Summit, N. J. In 1998, they moved to Rye. From 1968 on they spent summers on Shelter Island, N.Y. where they owned a much beloved home.

Family and, in later years, her five grandchildren were the focus of her life.

For Barbara Ward, tennis held a fascination, both as an active and spectator sport. She sailed on cruises with her husband on Long Island Sound and on the coast of southern New England.

A guiding passion was her love of instrumental, choral, and operatic classical music, as well as drama and ballet. She had been a ballet student in England. She and her husband spent countless evenings at performances in New York. An opera buff, she was a fan of many of the reigning singers and delighted in opening night at the Met.

A love of fine art led her to undertake the definitive biography of Jervis McEntee, a 19th-century Hudson River School painter. The book, which she completed shortly before her death, will be published in the near future.

In addition to her husband, Mrs. Ward is survived by her daughter Mary and son-in-law Michael Beran, son Andrew and daughter-in-law Arden, granddaughters Caroline, Sarah, and Lucy Beran and grandsons Christopher and Tucker Ward, as well as by her brother Eric Wall of Chichester, England, sister Sheila Bulbeck of Litchfield, England, and numerous nephews and nieces.

Donations in her memory may be made to the Cornelia Connelly Center for Education (Holy Child, Connelly Middle School) 220 East 4th Street, New York, NY 10009.

A Mass will be said at Resurrection Church in Rye Monday September 25 at 10 a.m. There will be a graveside service at the Catholic Cemetery on Shelter Island, September 26 at 11 a.m.

Compiled by Robin Jovanovich

<<Katharine Hull>>

Katharine Bingham Hull of Washington, D.C., formerly of Bronxville and Rye, New York, passed away on June 25, 2017. She succumbed to congestive heart failure at Silverado Memory Care Community in Calabasas, Calif. She was 87.

Born on June 16, 1930, in Winnetka, Illinois, she was the daughter of Marion (Walker) and Denison Bingham Hull. Kay, as she was known, went to high school at North Shore Country Day School. In 1952, she graduated from Vassar College with a Bachelor of Arts in English. Later, she earned a Master’s in Library Science from the University of Chicago in 1965.

While at the University of Chicago, she met her future husband, Dr. Attallah Kappas. They were married for 19 years.

Kay Hull was a loving mother, homemaker, and role model for her children. She also worked in the library services profession in New York at Rye Country Day School and at Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, and she served as an occupational therapist in New York and Washington, D.C. She regularly contributed to charity and enjoyed reading, writing, volunteering, music and the arts, as well as travelling and spending time with friends and family.

Her sense of humor, intellect, and love of innocence and beauty will be missed by all who were fortunate to know her.

She is survived by her sister, Eunice Drewsen; her three sons, Peter, Michael, and Nicholas; and her nine grandchildren, Denison, Nelson, Madeleine, Matthew, Lorraine, Nathan, Eva Sofia, James, and August James. Her brothers, Lyman and Morton, predeceased her.

Condolences may be emailed to This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. Donations in Kay Hull’s memory may be made to any of the following: Georgetown University Hospital — Division of Audiology and Hearing Research; Doctors without Borders; University of Chicago; Autoimmune Disease Research Center at Johns Hopkins University.

A funeral service will be held in Bethesda, Maryland, at River Road Unitarian Church, where she was a member for many years, on September 24 at 3 p.m. Burial will occur at the Old First Church Bennington Cemetery in Bennington, Vermont, on August 19 at 9 a.m.

Born in Chicago, she was the daughter of Charles and Loretto Lederer. She and her twin sister Anne were born on their mother’s birthday (but refuse to state the year). They grew up in Greenwich and were both graduates of Our Lady of Good Council in White Plains and Marymount College (now Marymount University).

In 1961, Charlotte made what she considered to be the best decision of her life, by marrying Bob Flinn. They had a wonderful 46 years together filled with love, fun, and adventure.

In addition to raising four children, Mrs. Flinn was a designer of note, a skilled decorative painter and the owner of an eponymous art gallery in Vero Beach, Fla.

A convivial host, Mrs. Flinn loved to throw a good party or have friends for the weekend. In her travels, she visited dozens of countries on four continents. She and her husband collected art, antiques, and country clubs. 

She helped nurse her husband through his final days. The last years of her life rendered her unable to communicate, but she was able to spend precious time with her devoted children, Doug Flinn, Evan Flinn, Colin (and Susie) Flinn, and Leslie Flinn, and her beloved grandsons, Jack Saucedo and Grady Flinn. She is also survived by her sister, Anne Turco of Rye.

Her family asks that you raise a glass (preferably an Old-Fashioned or a vodka with a slice of orange) in honor of Charlotte, Choosh, Mom, Gaga, Char. Cheers to a life well lived and well loved.

Donations in Charlotte Flinn’s memory may be made to the National Association of Rare Disorders: Primary Lateral Sclerosis Fund at rarediseases.org

Ode to Sandy Rose 

By Edith Halpern  

When the phone rang the morning of August 31, 2017, and I heard my good friend Varsha’s voice, even her “Good morning, Edith” did not sound right. Without much of a preface, she told me that our friend, Sandy Rose, had just passed away. I simply could not believe it, I had just seen her the previous week, we’d had a wonderful time, and were planning our next adventure.

Without a doubt Sandy Rose will be missed by all those who knew her for, from my perspective, she had a head, a heart, the ability, the possibility, and the will to make a difference … she also had a great sense of humor.

The concept of Tikun Olam — leaving the world a better place than you found it — is not only a Jewish concept, it’s one adopted by all intelligent, decent human beings. How lucky for our world to have had Sandy and her family among us. She left her prints at Lincoln Center; she created the Reading Room at the New York Public Library. The name Rose is prominent at the New York Botanical Garden, the Museum of Natural History, as well as Manhattanville College.

Her passion was education, the English language and educating teachers to become better teachers. With that in mind she created the nonprofit Reading Reform Foundation. For the past five years, on an yearly basis, I had heard Sandy say, “This is the last year, I just can not do it anymore. It takes over one million dollars out of my own pocket to run it, I just can not do it anymore.” And yet, she continued to do it.

Sandy was framed in courage, the courage to speak her mind. She believed that good ideas are good, but they are even better when implemented. She strongly believed that when one is blessed, one must share their blessings —be they knowledge, talents, or financial resources.

The last time I saw Sandy was at her house, watching the eclipse of the sun with a glass of wine in our hand and a few trays of cheese and crackers at arms’ length. We went down memory lane and were planning a future without tennis, because of her wrist and my shoulder problems.

When I left her house, after a hug, she confessed that the eclipse had been somewhat disappointing and that the best thing had been the time we spent together. I totally agreed. Sandy was full of life, in good spirits, proud to show me her empty shelves (she had just given away her books) and never in a million years did I ever think that this would be the last time I would ever see her.

Rest in peace my dear friend.

Leah Linden of Rye, an accomplished pianist, died at Greenwich Hospital on September 3, 2017. She was 89.

Born in Brooklyn, she attended Juilliard on a four-year scholarship and graduated with honors.

Through a mutual love of music, she met her first husband, Paul Stein, a cantor and operatic tenor. They had three children together and were married for 22 years.

Leah played piano professionally as both a soloist and in ensembles. She also worked as a proofreader at both RCA Records and the Kaye Scholer law firm.

Several years after the deaths of their spouses, she and B.A. Linden, DVM, a longtime Rye resident, met and later married.

After her retirement, Mrs. Linden opened a piano studio in her home in Rye, where she taught for many years. As a member of the Ethical Culture Society of Westchester, she occasionally played at services.

Mrs. Linden was predeceased by her husband. She is survived by her three children, Bill Stein and his wife Daniella of Warwick, N.Y., Fred Stein of New York, N.Y., and Roberta Stein-Ham and her husband Jack Ham of Rye; as well as her stepchildren, Richard Linden and his wife Katie of Andover, Conn., and Dr. Robert Linden and his wife Caren of Niantic, Conn., two grandchildren, James and Olivia Ham, and five step-grandchildren, Jeremy, Beth, Todd, Ellie, and John.