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January 22,
2005 |
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Dear Sherry, Josh, and
Toby,
We are deeply saddened with the loss of Chris,
a long-time dear friend. The wonderful times we spent
together, Sherry, at Colby and in Suffield are treasured
in my heart. Chris's art has always been a central part
of our lives since your generous wedding gift almost 39
years ago. Chris has loved and been well-loved by each
of you in so many ways. The holes in your hearts and
lives are testiments to the great love all of you
shared. We grieve with you and send you much love. Bunny
and Ron McEldowney |
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Bunny and Ron
McEldowney (Evergreen, CO )
auexplore@aol.com |
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January 21,
2005 |
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Sherry,
Thanks so
much for alerting me to this wonderful guest book site.
Who knew that computer technology could offer grief
counseling, as well as allowing all of us a new way to
continue to honor Chris.
I want to add my
oh-too-few-but-well-meaning e-words to Chris's archive,
because I need to let you know that out here in
cyberland (and beyond) I continue to think about you and
Chris (and your family). I am sending you my love and
support as you navigate your way through these
cyberspace nuggets of gold.
How amazing is it
not only to be able to keep Chris on your walls (and in
the barn) and in your mind, but to also be able to keep
his memories alive HERE - in computerland? What utter
technological joy!
Stay strong - and let our
e-words continue to give you hope and strength. Know,
also, that I rewrote this little piece about 350 times.
Love, Sharron |
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Sharron Freeman
(West Hartford, CT ) |
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January 21,
2005 |
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Dear Sherry, Toby, and
Josh. My heart goes out to you all, knowing that Chris
is always near and comforting you. Chris was one of the
most powerful influences in the Hartford Art
School---certainly a leader to all who knew him.I
remember him so fondly for his blustery speeches in the
cafeteria when Doris, Peter, Chris, Mikki, --whoever
happened to be around that day would troop over for
lunch. Always a lot to say, always sweet and gentle
underneath the bluster, and always a loving friend. I
will miss him. |
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Betty Angell
(G, MA )
bjangell2001@yahoo.com
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January 21,
2005 |
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I can't express enough,
the vacuum I am experiencing over the loss of my dear
friend and colleague Chris Horton. Our close friendship
spanned forty years with so many wonderful
collaborations in art making and teaching. He remains
the most profound artist/teacher and mentor that I have
ever experienced. As a humanist, his impact on art
students over the years was collossal. Our deepest
sympathies go out to Sherry, Josh, Toby, and family.
Peter and Lene McLean |
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Peter Mclean
(Worthington, MA )
lpmclean@yahoo.com
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January 19,
2005 |
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Sherry and sons,
Chris will be greatly missed by all of us who
worked with him and came to know him. He was a force to
be reckoned with and he truly left his mark on
generations of artists, who went through the Hartford
Art School. God Bless you all. |
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Stephen Keller
(Wethersfield, CT )
keller@stcc.edu
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January 19,
2005 |
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I am privileged to have
studied with Chris in the Hartford Art School Graduate
Program 1993-95. He was a mentor, a friend, and one of
the finest people and very best teachers I ever knew. My
studio was in the "floodroom" of the Collins Co, and
under his guiding hand, I had that place filled with
Sculpture. He was an advocate of infusing humor,
humanity and intelligence in the work, always clear,
always challenging and good for the soul. Chris, I will
miss you greatly, and thank you, and wish you
peace. |
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Shawn Orr
(Dallas, TX )
shawn.orr@airliquide.com
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January 18,
2005 |
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josh, toby and mrs.
horton - I think I can truly say I understand your pain,
sense of loss, but also the indescribable feeling you
get when reading these notes people have left saying the
most wonderful things about the man you all loved. It
literally takes your breath away. My memory of josh’s
dad (big chris as we liked to call him) isn’t so much a
moment, but a presence. Very rarely did he miss a
sporting event his kids were participating in. By the
size of him, you always noticed him, but he had such a
way about being out of the way. Never vocal, but always
supporting not only his kids, but all the other kids
playing. A true gentle giant and a man of his word.
I say this next part with a smile and a tear. I hope
big chris and my dad (dicker) are meeting in the morning
for a match of FRIENDLY racquetball.
So sorry –
keith (del) |
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Keith
D'Alessandro (Charlotte (always farmington), NC
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January 15,
2005 |
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-Sherry, I wish you and
your family peace in this time of change. -Chris, in
many ways you were like a father to me. Yes, you were a
great teacher, one of the best. I am forever
grateful. |
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marlo marrero
(farmington, CT )
marlo_marrero@missporters.org |
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January 14,
2005 |
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I knew Mr. Horton best
as I grew up with his son Josh...he was a quiet and
calming influence on our journey through adolescence
(even down at the Farmington police station one fateful
night). Later, after returning back to New England
several years after high school and college, I was
fortunate enough to witness the revelry of Mr. Horton
playing the "Art Avenger" and his friends telling
stories about him, his career and a jab or two about his
idiosyncracies that only friends know about. That was
the day I saw Mr. Horton in a different light. I saw how
much others enjoyed his company and humor...how they
hung on his every word, if for no other reason than to
rib him about an opinion expressed or view explored. He
brought a great deal of joy to a great many people. I
was fortunate enough to be one of those who knew him.
Jennifer, Kai and I send our thoughts out to Mrs.
Horton, Josh and Toby. |
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Marc Vendetti
(Middletown, CT ) |
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January 14,
2005 |
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I continue to be struck
by the number of people, many of whom I have never heard
of, who tell us that Dad did great things for them in
one way or another. Thank you for sharing with us these
hidden gifts that Dad provided. He was a humble and
private man, so we never heard much about his deeds. In
the spirit of reciprocity ... When I was four or five, I
fell through a fort in the backyard and smashed my ankle
on some bricks. Dad hustled out to the scene, wrapped my
ankle, carried me to his station wagon, and rushed me -
to the toy store!! Bravo Dad!! |
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Josh Horton
(Hyde Park, NY )
josh_horton@yahoo.com
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