Richard Lockwood Memorial Page 2
|Date:||19-03-05 12:39 pm|
|Message:||A M’acres lad: blond curly curls o’er tender blue eyes…All our young heads bowed over one of your Mom’s discoveries: a wild strawberry, a bluebird feather, a baby rabbit. A glance out the window to find tall Uncle Ted and tall curly youth strolling down the field, towels slung over shoulders, a blade of grass between teeth, one talking, the other listening carefully, one’s eyes on the horizon, the other’s registering the passing leaf…Weeding tennis courts, haying fields in clouds of hot humid black flies, learning to coordinate the clutch and accelerator in Uncle Bert’s jeep and always the competitions: who swam farthest underwater? Who made the biggest cannon-ball? Who’s stomach pulsed reddest after tell-tale belly-flops? It was you, ye fierce unbeatable Monopoly champ, ye discoverer of history in Garlic Brook’s sunlit chortle, ye popcorn-maker extraordinaire who’d make of rainy days a celebration. Always, in our hearts, it will be you when the warbler beckons on early summer morns…
Little brother of TJ, big brother of Mavis and Serena, nephew of Aunt Marion, beloved son, step-son, grand-son, beloved father and husband, dearest Rick: ye will ever, always, lovingly, gently, smiling be our Merryacres lad…
|Date:||18-03-05 12:51 pm|
|Location:||Rutgers University in New Brunswick|
|Message:||Rick Lockwood is one of the people I have to thank for brightening my life at "Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey" -- as he would call it at our back-to-school meeting, in the inconspicuously facetious and benevolent irony which long time friends say was his trademark.
As first seen from the outside by a freshly landed French girl, Rick looked like a cookie-cutter American man, complete with a love of beer, burgers and football. One of the upsides of integrating the Department, then, involved getting to discover the endearing idiosyncrasies, sound work ethics and irresistible spirit Rick Lockwood would color his collegial realm with.
I loved the unsnob sprezzatura (not an oxymoron in this case) with which he seemed to effortlessly cruise through the weighty challenges of his position.
When voicing a query -- a common move among grads and TAs! -- one would get an acknowledgement, and then no further correspondance until the deal or the deed was done, which left one with a feeling akin to gratefulness toward a fairy.
What I might remember most fondly is his "phone persona"; he would call for a "business check-in" or, if I think about the summer of 2004, a traumatic professional trial, and carry you along the conversation as if calling an old buddy. You could swear he was smiling.
|Date:||16-03-05 1:24 pm|
|Message:||I did not know Professor Lockwood very well. As a graduate student, I have not had the opportunity to attend one of his classes. I regret this very much now. I am deeply touched and impressed by all that I read and learn here about his exceptional achievements. Professor Lockwood was a great leader and a wonderful person. He always smiled and paid attention to everybody. Always present at the department, always in a good mood and optimistic. I appreciated a lot his fine sense of humor, especially in his e-mail messages to students. I remember the spring picnics at the Log Cabin in Rutgers Gardens that he made possible, a special occasion for us all to spend more time and have fun together. He enjoyed very much preparing the barbecue. I will not forget our get-together at his house last spring, which many students and professors from the French department attended. He did absolutely everything for people to feel at ease in the garden and in the house, and turned this informal event into something really special, different from the regular meetings in the Graduate Student Lounge. I am glad that I had the chance to study at the French Department and to meet him. As a professor and as a person, he remains an example for me.
My warmest thoughts to his family.
|Date:||16-03-05 10:42 am|
|Message:||I met Rick at the end of the 90s when he and Cynthia and Ted and Meara rented my London apartment during their European sabbatical. I had never been a "landlord" before, and was a little nervous about being one. The day they arrived, I prepared lunch and showed them how everything worked (or didn't). By the time I left, I I'd known them for ages. My worries about letting my apartment were permanently dispelled when, a few weeks later, I stopped by to see how things were going, and found Rick on the kitchen floor with tools, levelling my washing machine and making other small improvements. I think that is what Rick was, in my short knowing of him: an improver. He added immense richness to the lives of those he met. He combined scholarly authority with a real curiosity about the world, and a rare ability to find wonder in the everyday. He had an usual ability to mix with people, a trait he's passed on to Ted and Meara. The neighborhood in which I then lived in London was as mixed as it could be, with all of the magic (and dangers) of the inner city. He and Cynthia fit in right away, and Ted and Meara made friends easily. We remained in touch from then on, and I and my family have fond memories of the Lockwood-Hahn Christmas 2003 visit which is etched on our minds as a very special and enjoyable day, with small events that have entered the collective family memory for all time. In an age of closing borders, closing minds and the erosion of joy, Rick was an example of how to live. We miss him very much.|
|Date:||15-03-05 10:14 pm|
|Name:||> Pat Ahl|
|Location:||Princeton , NJ|
|Message:||Meeting Rick and Cynthia back in Hopkins was one of my best experiences at graduate school. Rick was a highly intelligent and unassuming student leader that everybody knew and loved. Personally, Rick was a part of many of my favorite Baltimore moments. Later on, I had the distinct advantage of living just down the road from Rick in Princeton. This allowed for more good times like an occasional poker party, super bowl, or basketball game. Simply “hanging out” with Rick was such an enjoyable experience as these wonderful testimonials amply attest. Rick always had a smile for his friends that made you feel welcome. I can’t imagine a more honorable, thoughtful, and genuinely decent person. Carol and I extend our love and deepest condolences to Rick’s wonderful family.|
|Date:||15-03-05 10:01 am|
|Name:||Leslie (Holtz) Richman|
|Message:||I am writing because I just logged onto the
Rutgers French site to send Professor Lockwood an
email about this summer and learned of his
passing. I am shocked and saddened.
I was in the Rutgers French Ph.D. program from
1992-1994. Then, unhappy with my coursework but
loving teaching, I left to pursue an Ed.M. in
Foreign Language Education at the Rutgers GSE.
Due to a variety of sordid and prolonged mental
health challenges my studies at the GSE were
interrupted repeatedly and I was not able to
finish the Ed.M. in a timely fashion. The GSE has
consistently refused to readmit me to give me the
opportunity to finish.
In an attempt to find a creative way to both
finish my Master's and in doing so "conquer" my
illness, I contacted Professor Lockwood this
fall. He was unbelievably gracious and
accommodating and agreed to count a slew (more
than any GSE program I have contacted) of my old
credits in order to allow me to come back to
Rutgers French over one (or two) summer(s)
through the World Languages Institute to complete
Professor Lockwood alone among *all* of the
faculty and administrators I have contacted over the years (both at the Rutgers GSE and at other institutions) regarding my situation was empathetic enough to actually think through and propose a creative solution. When I contacted him, and despite the fact that I hadn't been in touch with him or anyone else in the department for 10 years or so, he went right to work "thinking outside-the-box" to *find*, or more likely *create*, options and then laid them out for me in
plain language with a clear recommendation, which
nevertheless left the decision to me... just as
the best academic adviser should. As it happens,
what he came up with was the best solution yet -- not to mention, he offered it with kindness, generosity and an abundance of support and understanding.
I am devastated by his loss...
... no less because I had the distinct pleasure of babysitting for Teddy and Meara from time to time years ago when I was his student and Highland Park neighbor.
My deepest sympathies to Professor Lockwood's family and colleagues.
He will be missed.
Leslie Richman, J.D.
102 Queensberry Street, Apt. 6
Boston, MA 02215
|Date:||14-03-05 11:56 pm|
|Location:||Central Connecticut State University|
|Message:||Words hardly suffice to express the heart-breaking task of having to lament the eternal absence of such a warm and generous academic mentor and colleague. Dr. Lockwood was my professor at Rutgers for ten years, disseration advisor, and an admirable model for us all in the profession. I revered him as an instructor, respected him as an intellectual, and mourn him as a person. My sympathy extends here to all of us who will forever regret his absence, but most particularly to his family who loved him most and best. The gulf his disappearance leaves in the Rutgers French department is tragic and lamentable because Rick was a man of great ideas, many of which will never come to fruition. Yet we must be grateful for all the wonderful achievements that bear witness to his enthusiasm and passion. Thank you Rick for your intellectual legacy.|
|Date:||14-03-05 8:48 pm|
|Location:||Phillipsburg, New Jersey|
|Message:||As a teacher at Highland Park High School, I have had the honor of teaching both of Dr. Lockwood's children - Ted and Meara. Both of these young adults have been taught well by Dr. Lockwood and Ms. Hahn. They are respectful, compassionate, dedicated, intelligent individuals. Their father's qualities live on in them. I am so very sorry to hear of this tragedy. The entire Lockwood family is my thoughts.|
|Date:||13-03-05 2:58 am|
|Location:||Chicago (but right now Tel Aviv)|
|Message:||You hear of the death of a friend, and you don’t know what to do. You feel suddenly you have to decide right now what this person has meant to you and at first it is impossible, so you are numb. But when I heard of Rick’s death, I was not left numb, because I knew what he meant to me and I felt like I had been shot through with a bolt of iron, just nothing but pain. For Rick. For Cynthia and Teddy and Meara. For all of us who knew and loved him.
Thirty years ago, Rick and I met at Johns Hopkins. He was the closest friend I had there. We met when we were both a little sad. We spent a lot of time together, doing nothing of any great significance, sometimes without even talking very much (we did, however, help to create the GRO together). Rick had a great capacity for companionable silence – it was a gift that I loved in him. I remember once telling Rick that he was like one of C.S. Lewis’s Sorns – tall, wise, patient creatures that sometimes bear others on their backs.
People writing here remember Rick as a scholar, or as a wise department chair helping to shape careers, or part of a loving family. My wife Ann wrote to me “Rick was such a wonderfully engaging guy. I always looked forward to his letters, full of wit and humanity. Who else was ever so tall, gangly, bright, warm, and funny?” Meara writes of Rick as a beloved father and asks us not to forget his tractor. She helped me smile for it reminded me of Rick the gardener, and of a lazy summer weekend long ago in Connecticut, when I was a guest of the clan gathered at Merryacres. I remember so many other times now, with Rick and Cynthia in Paris and Baltimore and Tallahassee, and in New Brunswick when Teddy was young.
We spent our lives after Hopkins in different corners of the world, and we had our own concerns – families and jobs and the stuff of life – and our meetings gradually grew fewer, even though the distance declined after my family moved from Australia to Chicago. We had been planning to see each other this year. I feel so deprived, now, of that meeting.
Like the first leaves that fall before autumn has even begun, friends of my youth have begun to die – in accidents, or in inexplicable tragedies, or from illnesses prolonged or sudden. Eventually the tree will be bare and all of us will be there together again in a great drift of dead leaves. In a way the dead comfort us; they make death less fearful for the rest of us, they show us how it is done.
I am half way around the world and I cannot be with you all on the 21st. I wish it were otherwise. I shall be in Ein Karem, near Jerusalem, that day – a beautiful place to sit and think of my old friend. He was the gentlest person I ever knew.
|Date:||12-03-05 10:09 pm|
|Location:||Highland Park, New Jersey|
|Message:||Tribute to Rick Lockwood, Delivered at University Senate Meeting,
Rutgers Student Center, New Brunswick, March 11, 2005
Delivered by FAS-New Brunswick Senator Leslie Fishbein
Rick Lockwood was a man whom Jews and gentiles alike felt compelled to describe as a mensch. Rick’s multiplicity of intellectual and academic achievements were more than matched by his capacious interest in his colleagues, his students, the wider Rutgers community, his neighbors, his family, and his friends. He was immensely curious not only about what they did but also about who they were, and he was incredibly generous in helping others fulfill their true potential, whether proffering a research lead, bolstering flagging morale, or helping a student clarify a murky thought.
Rick was, in fact, a distinguished and original scholar who was honored by being appointed Chevalier dans L’Ordre des Palmes Académiques, a distinction awarded by the Republic of France. Rick’s book The Reader’s Figure (1996), a study of epideictic rhetoric (rhetoric intended for oratorical effect) in Ancient Greece and seventeenth-century France, helped to rejuvenate the field of rhetorical studies by focusing on the response of the reader subject to persuasion by praise, a brand of speech ostensibly meant only to celebrate. He was a creative, engaging, and dedicated teacher who developed close bonds with his students, and he was the beloved long-time chair of the French Department, whose staff cherished his genial presence.
Rick came to Rutgers in 1987 from Cornell (B.A.) and Johns Hopkins (M.A., PhD). He presided over the steady scholarly growth of the French Department and was the force behind countless innovations, from the development of language instruction technology to the institution of joint Doctorates with French Universities. Many of his initiatives aimed beyond Rutgers to advance the study of French in New Jersey: he led the creation of the Rutgers World Languages Institute, the all-new Master’s of Arts for Teachers program (and its most recent offshoot, a joint summer program in Paris with the Musée du Louvre). Under his leadership, Rutgers was chosen as the first American site for a French Embassy-sponsored Resource Center for teachers. A new French living unit for Undergraduates on College Avenue Campus, a partnership between Rutgers and a Parisian university, and an overhaul of the Junior Year Abroad program in France were his latest projects
Rick gave true meaning to the line of the Marseillaise “Aux armes citoyens!” although he did it a great deal more gently than his eighteenth-century predecessors. He was an extraordinary citizen of the University, serving in the University Senate in the early Nineties and involving himself in University-wide projects as a committee member or task force leader for Douglass College or the Faculty of Arts and Sciences, on subjects ranging from computer equipment to translation studies. I worked with him when he chaired the committee that created the Douglass mission course Shaping a Life, a course intended to help women be better informed and more open-minded in shaping their own life choices. While this committee might seem remote from the scholarly concerns of a specialist in French rhetoric, it was central to his passion for enabling others to achieve the full measure of their selves.
To appreciate Rick’s own achievements, one must understand that he labored under the immense challenge of balancing his own utter dedication to his family – to his wife Cynthia and their children Ted and Meara – with his academic commitments and his service to Rutgers. Throughout their marriage Cynthia continued to work as a professor of Art History at Florida State University. Rick had to chauffeur her to and from Newark Airport at various ungodly hours and to serve double parental duty in her absence. Those children were nurtured – given dance lessons and fencing lessons that Rick took himself – and were a great source of pride and joy to Rick and Cynthia as was the dog Roscoe that all of them adopted from the animal shelter and whom they continued to love even when his enthusiastically welcoming behavior caused them to post a warning sign near their door: “Chien lunatique” (crazy dog).
Rick’s scholarly legacy celebrates the moral agency of the reader. His personal legacy to the Rutgers community and to all who knew him is his menschlichkeit, his good-humored, witty, tolerant, and fond ability to engage those around them and to nurture their intellectual and personal growth.
|Date:||11-03-05 11:47 pm|
|Name:||Gina - Marie Taveras|
|Location:||Highland Park, NJ|
|Message:||I'm sorry to hear thisn but I really never got to know Mr. Lockwood I knew him from distance and said "Hello". Even though I really never get to talk to Ted or Meara I know u will be stong and get through this with love and comfert. I know your dad was a good man and he will always be with yous where every you go. Peace be with you and if you ever come to need something please don't hesitate to ask me. Thank You|
|Date:||11-03-05 9:12 pm|
|Location:||Highland Park, NJ|
|Message:||I didn't know Rick, but Teddy and my brother Keith are in the same grade in high school. I got to work with Teddy in Drama club my senior year in HS and ym freshman year in college, during the productions of Oliver and Tommy. My parents said that Rick was a shy guy and they didn't know he was a Dr. nor so popular among the RU community. I also got to work with Meara when she was in middle school, as I was the secretary for the band and I dealt with monetary issues as well. Both kids are extremely nice and must have had a great father. I am saddened by the loss of the father of two people I know, especially since they're so young. I was shocked to hear of his death- he was my mom's age- and I want to offer my deepest condolences to his family and friends.|
|Date:||11-03-05 6:47 pm|
|Location:||Rutgers Physics Department|
|Message:||On behalf of my wife Premi and I - we are going to miss you Rick so very much. Rick and Cynthia were our neighbors for many years in Highland Park, we arrived here around the same time, and our kids went to school together. Rick always had a wonderful sense of humor, and such a mild optimistic manner. I'd also like to note that his efforts setting up a cotutelle
arrangement with France, have enabled the physics department to admit its first joint Ph.D. students with Paris University - so Rick's influence has spread well beyod the French department. Rick -
what a great guy - what a great example to all of us -
Piers Coleman and Premala Chandra
|Date:||11-03-05 9:02 am|
|Message:||I did not know Professor Lockwood, but I know he was a very good father from my daughter who are in the same grade as Dr. Lockwood's daughter.|
|Date:||11-03-05 8:33 am|
|Message:||I am so sad to hear the news of Rick's death. About 25 years have passed since the founding of the GRO (Graduate Representative Organization) at Johns Hopkins. I met Rick and Cindy as graduate students back then coming together from different departments to improve our lot as well as to have fun. Rick was one of the first presidents of the GRO and coalesced a great group of people into friends. I feel very lucky to have been among them.|