I met Andrea at Upsala College in 1978. I was a junior majoring in English and Art, and she was a freshman. Three years younger than me, it became quickly obvious that even at such a young age, she was someone incredibly special. Her intelligence, wisdom, humor and humanity made an indelible impression on me, and I feel myself incredibly lucky to have been able to call her a friend. We had a lot of fun together back then (and beer was often involved). After I moved to Switzerland in 1981, we would see each other when we could. I drove up to Brensbach, Germany when she was there visiting her family (her grandmother always shyly welcomed me, and we would go out drinking with her brother and his firefighter friends). I'd also see her and Jim and during my regular visits to NJ. I last got to see Andrea in MD in the summer of 2016, and I am so grateful that I had that chance. The photo is of Andrea and my son in about 1988 or 1989 here in Switzerland. My son is named Lucas Andreas Tuttle. His second name was very deliberate. That's how important Andrea was to me. The world is definitely a sadder place without her.
It's cliche to say someone is one of a kind, since we all are, but there was nothing typical about her. She was a wonderful friend through graduate school and beyond. I will always miss her wise counsel.
I had the pleasure of attending graduate school and studying philosophy with the great Andrea. She also became a good friend while we were in school and thereafter. She was funny, strong willed, and fiercely committed to her beliefs. I learned a lot from conversing with her and being part of her world. The average IQ on this planet just went down, I hope those she is keeping company with now have their wits about them and are ready to be both challenged and charmed.
Professor Tschemplik taught me to read Kant and Plato with courage and a sense of humor; she showed her students how to find the joy on every page. She treated even the youngest of us as capable of doing real philosophy, and we became better thinkers as we tried to prove her right. I'm so grateful to be working towards my PhD at the department where she received hers, CUNY Graduate Center, where her dissertation stands on display. A favorite memory: at my graduation in 2016, Andrea took great pleasure in shouting out -- to a stadium of hundreds -- the "Z." that begins my middle name (Zipporah), which some administrator had included on the printed card. I had told her that she needn't read it out, but she clearly thought it would be much more fun to do so.