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Ryan Faurot
Allen Reed Faurot
4 de enero de 1937 - 14 de abril de 2020
4 de enero de 1937 - 14 de abril de 2020
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Ryan Faurot
A lovely message we received from Juliet Webster: Allen was important: Allen was wise and thoughtful: Allen was kind and generous: Allen was special. I first met Allen in May 1966. I had flown to New York from San Francisco where I was working. My sister Virginia was marrying David Faurot - Allen's cousin. Allen was married to Bonnie at the time. There was a big dinner the night before Virginia and David's wedding. Apart from Virginia herself and my mother, I knew no one. Allen was aware of this and went out of his way to make me feel welcome into the Reed-Faurot clan. Allen and David were very close. David being an only child, Allen was more like a brother to him. This close relationship really came to the fore six months after the wedding when David and Virginia were sadly drowned in a boating accident on the Great Egg River. Allen was the one who coped with this disaster. Virginia's family being so very far away in England and David's parents, George and Keturah Faurot, were living in retirement near Asheville, North Carolina. It was a terrible time for all of us, but with Allen's astute professionalism, he knew exactly what to do and who to contact. This tragedy brought our families even closer and through Allen keeping in touch, once back in England, we could welcome various members of the Reed and Faurot families into our homes this side of the Atlantic. Much later on, Allen advised his own families "it's payback time" (his words). Having kept in touch with Allen over the years with Christmas Card exchanges, Charlotte, Robert and I were able to visit him in Annapolis where he could not have been more generous with his time. Driving us here and there including Washington (a city he usually avoided) then on to Connecticut to Michele and thence on to visit Cathy and her family. Although many miles separate us, we will always have that affinity with you on account of Allen's splendid personality and ability to steer this course through both good times and bad. I shall never forget him. Juliet Webster
Cindy Hitchcock
I knew Allen for most of my childhood. During cruises and raft-ups, he was the guy that knew all the words to the sailing songs and sang the loudest - though hardly ever in tune. But that didn't matter. His spirit and joviality brought smiles to everyone who joined in. He treated me with respect and as an equal long before I was old enough to have earned it. For a time he and my family had matching boats; same make, same color - though his rig was taller than ours giving him an advantage and the only possible reason he could have beaten us in several races! Ha! But it was on our boat during a race where we joined forces that the infamous "finger juice" was born. I remember waking up in my bunk to Allen's booming voice. When I looked up I saw that he had a cup in each hand - one from which he was drinking and in the other one, he had plunged his swollen, messed up finger which had gotten caught in the rigging during some spectacular maneuver no doubt. I believe there was a hodgepodge of whatever liquor the adults could find on-board inside of both cups. I later had the privilege of crewing for Allen on Elancer for many AYC races and two Burmuda Races. In fact, I accidentally broke Allen's ribs on one of the Burmuda races when skippering the boat. I hit a rogue wave the wrong way and sent poor Allen toppling to the floor below decks. Sorry Allen! He still invited me back to crew for him many times after that. He and JoAnn even invited me to live with them for a short stint while I was getting on my feet and finding my way on my own as an adult for the first time. He was always generous and always had advice - whether solicited or not. He was a character and he had strength of character. Wearing his Burmuda shorts and knee socks to my wedding turned the heads of most, but warmed my heart as he was there true to form. I last got to see Allen in Reno when I happened to be there for a conference. I was gladdened to see that his room was set up like a miniature version of his old house in Rye, NY, complete with his ships clock and Yacht Club burgees. We laughed over old photographs and I got to introduce him to my two children. His spirit and the many memories I have of him will always bring a smile to my heart.
Julia Warner
I have many memories of Thanksgivings, Easters - Allen singly louder than anyone but completely off key, croquet in Rye, his booming voice. The chicken, rice, and corn concoction he always had in his fridge. He was always there for our family
C Schubert
So sorry to hear about the loss of Allen, but how fortunate are we to have known him. I have countless fond memories of him, but one in particular always stays in the forefront of my mind. My family and I visited him in Annapolis many years ago while I was going to school nearby. After dinner, which was filled with sea stories and "tall tales," I offered to clear the table, unknowingly making the cardinal sin of stacking the dirty plates. He quickly educated me that if I didn't stack them, I wouldn't have to wash the bottoms! Life. Lesson. Learned. He will always be remember for a lively conversation, his generosity to friends, the ever present cooking apron, and for seemingly being the only one who could successfully manage the cork from a magnum champagne bottle. Fair Winds, Allen.
JR Faurot
So many memories but one of my favorites was bringing our daughter Ryan home from the hospital after she was born. Allen was relaxed and in charge, after all, this was his fourth go round. The baby seat was securely installed, we had a full tank of gas and we were on our way to our loft in NYC. Allen promised to make dinner and I settled in on the couch with the baby. Allen made himself a Rum and Roses and set the table and went off to busy himself in the kitchen. I could hear the clamoring of pots and sat back anticipating a delightful meal. Allen placed two candles on the table and called me for dinner. He took Ryan and tucked her in his front baby carrier and carefully balanced a napkin on her head. Why the napkin you ask? So he wouldn't get any food crumbs on her while he ate (lol). With great elan he set our dinner on the table. There in front of us was his culinary creation of Canned Chef Boyardee Spaghetti mixed with Canned Whole Pototoes. So tasty & nutritious he said. My Welcome Home Dinner! I didn't care, I only knew I was hungry and I didn't have to cook. I ate every bite!
Ryan Faurot
I have so many wonderful memories of my Dad. One that not many may know is that he served as an interim Troop Leader of my Girl Scouts group when no one was available. No longer were we stuck indoors doing arts and crafts projects but exploring the Bay by sailboat, learning knots, and starting bonfires (safely on land). Dad stepped up and kept our troop together and led us on many a grand adventure. Thanks so much for stepping up and leading a bunch of tween girls, Dad! You were always a brave man and a wonderful teacher❤❤❤
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