Bob North ‘29Poetic Memories withBob North ’29by Nina BaroneIn March of <strong>2011</strong>, I visited the home of Bob North ’29 withBlake Walsh, Director of Alumni Relations, and Matt Kianka,Digital Media Specialist. We took video of our visit, including Bobreading some wonderful poems from his collection. Visit our websiteat www.nicholsschool.org/alumni to see more.What’s the secret to a long, fulfilling life? According to theoldest living <strong>Nichols</strong> alumnus, Robert North, Jr. ’29, it’s havinggood parents, getting plenty of exercise, maintaining a variety ofinterests, and doing a great deal of reading. Not to mention keepingbusy, which Bob does well.Although he summarizes his activities as being “the same as anygood fourth grader: reading, writing and arithmetic,” Bob seemsto have a gift for filling each area of his life with purpose. Heapproaches every day with a zest for learning and discovering. OnMarch 1 of this year, Bob turned 101.Upon arriving in Bob’s home, you could be certain of two things– he is a lover of books and art. His apartment is lined with floorto ceiling bookshelves, brimming with hundreds of hard covers,poetry anthologies, short story collections, novels and referencebooks. On every wall without books, you will find strikingwatercolors, oil paintings, sketches and photography. If you lookclosely, you will see Bob’s own signature in the corner of some ofthe most stunning pieces.Bob attended <strong>Nichols</strong> for one influential year following EastAurora High <strong>School</strong>. His parents were encouraged to consider<strong>Nichols</strong> because a friend of his attended the <strong>School</strong> before going onto Harvard University and Harvard Medical <strong>School</strong>.“My music experiences looked good to Harvard, along with mytime at <strong>Nichols</strong>,” Bob said. He credits being a violinist among thereasons why he was accepted to Harvard. At his Commencement,Bob played an Italian violin concerto.Bob’s roommate at Harvard played the piano, and anotherfriend of his was a singer; he said they would perform Schumannand Schubert. Bob said Harvard had flair for “putting two peopletogether who would develop even more,” and the school exposedhim to a variety of interests he would sustain throughout his life.Entering college in September of 1929, just a few days beforethe great collapse, Bob’s professional life took shape as a result ofthe conditions at the time. During the Great Depression, Bob saidthere were simply no jobs around, but he and his wife, Marion deMauriac, knew there was a market for librarians in Buffalo at thattime. Persuaded by Marion that viable opportunities existed in thatfield, Bob followed her lead and enrolled in library school afterstudying art history and earning his undergraduate degree fromHarvard University.“My wife was a very smart cookie. She was awarded Phi BetaKappa in her junior year. So,” he continued with a jolly laugh. “Ifyou ever asked her a question, you got the answer.”Bob completed a graduate program at the State University ofNew York at Buffalo, as well as a librarianship. In 1935, Bob becamea librarian in the old Buffalo Public Library.He was drafted into the United States Army in 1943, and wasplaced in the Air Force’s weather wing due to the fact that he36 <strong>Nichols</strong> <strong>School</strong>
had taken a coursein meteorology. Heserved at the airbase in Cairo, Egypt.While there, heand a younger manwho took him onas a mentor, seizedthe chance to climbto the top of thepyramids – completewith views of theNile River and all theports of Egypt. Bobreminisced that itwas truly a once in alifetime opportunitybecause visitors can nolonger climb the pyramids; when he painted watercolors years later,he recreated the scene he saw there.When Bob returned home from the war, he landed a position asReference Librarian for Emory University in Atlanta, Ga. Bob toldus it was the best job he ever had because he enjoyed the work themost.“I learned early on what a Reference Librarian does – he helpspeople solve their problems,” Bob said of his favorite job. “Someare simple, some are very complicated, and you do the best you can.Well, you either do it yourself or lead them to do it.”After three years, he joined a library in Charleston, W.V.Sometime later, he returned to Buffalo because he was recruited tobegin the satellite system of the Buffalo Public Library, what is nowthe Erie County Public Library system.“I loved the library work,” Bob said. “It was modest employment,but it was very gratifying. I made a lot of friends.”Bob deepened his appreciation for poetry over the years,exploring new writers and writing poetry himself. He said hehas been inspired by the memory of Ray Verrill, a former facultymember at <strong>Nichols</strong> who instilled his love of poetry. When Bobretired, he continued to stay active with traveling, painting, writingand reading.At the time of our visit, Bob told us he was reading DorothyParker and Edith Wharton, pausing to share relevant details abouteach writer’s life with us before moving on to discuss languagechoice, sentence structure and subject matter. Bob’s passion for thewritten word rivals his love of art.In 2009, Bob received the President’s Medal from Hobart andWilliam Smith Colleges. A longtime art collector, he donated over100 important pieces to their art collection in honor of his wife,Marion, an alumna of William Smith College.During our visit, he shared some poetry by Omar Khayyam, aPersian writer, mathematician and astronomer, who wrote hundredsof four-line poems, which were eventually translated into Englishby Edward FitzGerald. He read a favorite of his from “The Rubáiyátof Omar Khayyam” from memory:For some we loved, the loveliest and bestThat Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,And one by one crept silently to Rest.Our final treatduring our visit withBob was a samplingof his own poetry.Bob read us tworelated poems – oneshort, one long –from his collection.His anthology wasimpressive andcontained in a largeenvelope brimmingwith pages from ayellow legal padand some othercolored papers in anassortment of sizes.Throughout “AutumnFragments,” we hung on his every rhythmic word, so he went on toshare several more with us.As any great written work does, Bob’s poems transported us tothe time and place where he was when he wrote them…or wherehe imagined and wanted us to be. There was colorful imageryand robust sounds – the type of language that coaxed you intounderstanding that odd word, onomatopoeia, when you were akid. In poems with nature as the focal point, we saw rows of brightwildflowers, sat beneath fluffy clouds floating along a pale blue sky,and heard birds chirp and flap their wings.Other poems addressed various life milestones, which Bob toldus were both fictional and authentic. Some were expressive in theirsubtlety and symbolism, while others were filled with frankness. Allwere marked by delicate words strung together by the feelings thatcling to one’s memories long after a moment occurs. Bob beautifullycaptured quiet minutes in a loving relationship, unspokendeclarations of the heart, and recollections of a person or a specifictime in place. Each was read with conviction and grace.Talking with Bob about his time at <strong>Nichols</strong> and his life thereafterwas part history lesson, part English seminar, and all pleasant.He certainly inspired us to stay active with our interests andrevisit some favorite works of literature from our shelves. Thankyou to Bob for allowing us to be moved by his resilience and hisenthusiasm for life.Autumn Fragments IIby Bob North ’29On either side of the old dirt road lie the shaven fields,Their grain and hay already harvested and put away.The roadsides shown their wild and random flowers,Yellow, purple, blue and white.What are these jewels of nature’s sad but happy time;Cornflowers, Queen Anne’s Lace and clover,With a cautionary bit of poison ivy’s red.Oh, dear Autumn, let me hold you inMy eyes and heart awhile before you leave forever.<strong>Spring</strong> <strong>2011</strong>37