In Memory

Dennis Farber

Dennis Farber

Obituary article from Baltimore Sun

Obituary from Pittsburgh Post-Gazette


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05/11/17 03:25 PM #10    

Debbie Solow

Denny had a golden aura about him. It was there when I first met him in high school and it still glowed as he quietly approached the bar at our 1st reunion. I watched in some awe as his creative brillance was revealed and smiled broader each time I saw a piece of his work. I know for certain, he now awaits those he loved to share a gentler, kinder world. I hope I am able to see all his new work some day.

05/11/17 08:19 PM #11    

Emelie Berlin (Schwab)

So very sorry to read about Denny, but so grateful that he lived not that far from me and I did see him every once in a while - either at a showing or even once for lunch!  He was still as handsome as he was in high school and I still had that "crush".  Everyone's comments, so far, seemed to capture the feeling we all had for his warmth and creative soul.  We lost yet another "star" all too soon.

05/12/17 01:17 PM #12    

Mary Ann Wolfe (Barrington)


05/12/17 02:08 PM #13    

Tom Beckett

So sorry to learn of the loss of our Senior Class President. Denny was a friend to us all. His ever present smile, contagious laugh and friendly manner made all of us feel welcome in his company.

I am so very proud to learn of his life long advocacy for his students and their passion. A life well lived for sure.  May God Bless.

05/14/17 05:52 PM #14    

Allan Bauer

Although I have been out of touch with so many of our classmates, including Denny, his passing really touched me. I thought some of us were invinisble. He was one.

05/15/17 06:24 PM #15    

Henry Henry (Herskovitz)


Ms. Pelaez would like to see you in the Principal's office immediately. It's "invincible". (I looked it up)


05/16/17 07:22 AM #16    

Richard Vatz

This a.m. in /The Baltimore Sun/ a loving obituary to Denny.

05/16/17 09:17 AM #17    

Tom Allison

Whether or not you like his raspy voice and his off-key singing, it is hard to deny that Bob Dylan is our bard, the chronicler of our generation -- as the Nobel Committee recently seemed to agree.  Reading over the comments about Denny, Keith, Howard, and the stream of classmates that unfortunately seems to be flowing out of our lives into the sea beyond since the marvelous 50th reunion, this song from his 1963 The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan album keeps runnin' around my brain. I give you the whole song, not just a few lines or a singe verse, since I think each thought and image applies:

Bob Dylan's Dream

Bob Dylan


While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had


With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn


By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside


With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one


As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they was few so the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split


How many a year has passed and gone?
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again


I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

Well, I can't recall that we had any wooden stoves at Allderdice, but my eyes do turn half-damp when I think of these first friends -- many of whom, sadly, I've never seen again.  It sounds like Denny lived his life close to the principles and experiences that Dylan remembers fondly in this song, and we all remember Denny fondly.

05/16/17 01:29 PM #18    

Linda Feldman

I was incredibly saddened to learn that Denny recently died.  I very much admired him during high school.  Denny was unique in our huge class, someone who was liked and admired by all.  That was because he was friendly to everyone and treated each of us with respect and caring.  Of course, he would become our senior class president.  I presumed that Denny would excel at something as an adult, but the scope of his achievements in the art world is truly astonishing.  Equally significant, his obituary reveals that his kind and caring personality remained unchanged as he guided and supported his art students and colleagues.  Denny deserves all of the accolades he is receiving. 

05/17/17 12:00 PM #19    

Joel Wingard

Just read the Baltimore Sun obit.  Very solid and moving treatment of Denny, someone loved by so many.


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