When I arrived at Lawrenceville for my PG year, it was as if , unbeknownst to me at that time, I had escaped from a Siberian Catholic Gulag. The twelve years of daily indoctrination , and I was a very maleable subject, would be the big project in my twenties of unmooring from that confinement. Dave Beaty, and I have no idea how this evolved..but he somehow showed up in Malcom Clay and my 3rd floor Upper room and engaged with me about my Catholicism. It remains a vivid experience and in retrospect a watershed event in my quest to think for myself in matters Spiritual. I was Catechism trained and to all of his very sane questions I had a rote rapid fire answer. More than the content of those couple of sessions, what is vivid is that he did not mock me. He seeemed amused and amazed and by his manner he gave me room to take in his questions without my becoming defensive. He had a great face.
I remember Dave Beaty as a prince of a guy. He was an All American swimmer and literary muse. I had the greatest respect for Dave and am very sad at his passing.
Mike's comment about Dave really resonates with me. In my case it wasn't religion but swimming. I showed up for my 4th Form year with the mistaken impression I could swim. I was rapidly disabused of that notion, and while everyone on the team was decent about it, Dave made an extra effort. Can't tell you what he said, but i remmber how he said it. He was one of the most non-judgemental people I have ever known. Another big loss to our class.
Dave was one of those very special people with a great sense of humour,empathetic,and a really great swimmer. I remember staying in his house in Coconut Grove sometime around a Spring Break with I believe Nick Forstman.The laughs were continuous.
I was lucky enough to have known David at both Lawrenceville and later in life in Miami where he was from... His friendly personality was the same in both places, and he was heavily involved in the Miami literary scene (no surprise there)... I believe he had been involved in writng the great American novel but never finished... If i can find out what happened to him I will let the Class know...
Matt Dominy
Dave was a swinner and a poet. He wrote the Class Poem for the '65 Olla Pod. More info will be posted when available.
Richard Tuggle
Dave and I were swimmers and Floridians. Another friend bites the dust. I'm sad.
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Michael Fahey
When I arrived at Lawrenceville for my PG year, it was as if , unbeknownst to me at that time, I had escaped from a Siberian Catholic Gulag. The twelve years of daily indoctrination , and I was a very maleable subject, would be the big project in my twenties of unmooring from that confinement. Dave Beaty, and I have no idea how this evolved..but he somehow showed up in Malcom Clay and my 3rd floor Upper room and engaged with me about my Catholicism. It remains a vivid experience and in retrospect a watershed event in my quest to think for myself in matters Spiritual. I was Catechism trained and to all of his very sane questions I had a rote rapid fire answer. More than the content of those couple of sessions, what is vivid is that he did not mock me. He seeemed amused and amazed and by his manner he gave me room to take in his questions without my becoming defensive. He had a great face.
John Burrell
I remember Dave Beaty as a prince of a guy. He was an All American swimmer and literary muse. I had the greatest respect for Dave and am very sad at his passing.
Buzz Saner
Mike's comment about Dave really resonates with me. In my case it wasn't religion but swimming. I showed up for my 4th Form year with the mistaken impression I could swim. I was rapidly disabused of that notion, and while everyone on the team was decent about it, Dave made an extra effort. Can't tell you what he said, but i remmber how he said it. He was one of the most non-judgemental people I have ever known. Another big loss to our class.
Bill Hamill
Dave was one of those very special people with a great sense of humour,empathetic,and a really great swimmer. I remember staying in his house in Coconut Grove sometime around a Spring Break with I believe Nick Forstman.The laughs were continuous.
T. K. Heatley
I was lucky enough to have known David at both Lawrenceville and later in life in Miami where he was from... His friendly personality was the same in both places, and he was heavily involved in the Miami literary scene (no surprise there)... I believe he had been involved in writng the great American novel but never finished... If i can find out what happened to him I will let the Class know...