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So That You May Know
Last week I wrote a couple of entries about the passing of my teacher, mentor, and friend Julian Boyd and provided links to others' remembrances. Today's there is more. Steven posted something nice today about the way Julian had of deflating pretense:
Julian did some teaching in American Studies, and one year, he happened to show up for a graduation ceremony ... it might have been that first one, I can't recall. We were all preening ... OK, I was preening in my black gown with the blue-and-gold hood ... and there was Julian, dressed in his street clothes, as he was every time I ever saw him except for that one visit to Kaiser when he flopped around in a hospital gown. And someone pointed out that Julian was a favorite professor of many of the students, and that he belonged up on stage, and so he joined us, and there we were, a bunch of puffed-up self-important academics in our fancy gowns, and at this point I don't suppose I need to tell you who was the best-looking person on the stage. Let's just say his only sartorial accoutrement was his cane.
He always wore the same basic button-up shirt, as white and spare as his mind. He was wearing it at our wedding, which he attended despite the pain it caused him. At the time he was suffering from a problem with his neck and spine that made even a five-block drive to the grocery story a form of exquisite torture. Yet he managed to make it all the way from his home in north Oakland to Stinson Beach, a drive which culminates in a series of switchbacks that shuttles one's head back and forth like dice in a tumbler. Of all the people I was delighted to welcome that day, Julian was at the top of the list.

Steven also directed me to the San Francisco Chronicle obituary which is longer and stronger than most of its kind and includes a tiny photograph of Julian. It also makes a fine key to my poem:
A few weeks before he died from cancer, Julian C. Boyd, professor emeritus of English at UC Berkeley, was on campus, frail and with a cane -- but glowing with excitement because he was doing what he loved, teaching students. He died at his Berkeley home on April 5 at age 73.

Professor Boyd's teaching career began at UC Berkeley, as a linguist in 1964. He focused his teaching on the day-to-day use of English and the modal auxiliary "helping" verbs such as "shall and will" and "may, might and must" - - a topic that generally doesn't excite students.

But adored by his students, Professor Boyd won the campus's Distinguished Teaching Award in 1993, after judges were awestruck by the evaluations his students had given him.

"It really was very remarkable," said UC Berkeley Professor emeritus Frederick Crews. "It was as if Julian wasn't a teacher at all. It was as if he was some sort of God. They all said the same thing: that this was the best experience I had at Berkeley."

Professor Boyd retired in 1994 but continued to teach frequently, most recently teaching a correspondence English course through UC Berkeley Extension shortly before his death from lung cancer, according to his wife, Melanie Lewis.

He was born Dec. 25, 1931, in Orlando, Fla., and was raised in Bogalusa, La. He was an energetic child who once crawled under the house and tapped into the gas main because he wanted a Bunsen burner, Lewis said.

He became a student of language and literature when he was 10 or 11 years old and spent a year in the hospital with rheumatic fever, reading mostly Scientific American magazines available in the men's ward, Lewis said.

He was learning to be a radio repairman before he left home to attend the Jesuit Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., to study science. There he discovered that the priests had wonderful hi-fi systems and started hanging out with them, picking up their love of books and the humanities, Lewis said.

Still, he was thrown out of Georgetown after two years for what he always said was "irreverence," Lewis said. His sister helped him get into Williams College, and he graduated with a bachelor's degree in English in 1952. He earned his master's degree in 1954 and a doctorate degree in 1965, both from the University of Michigan. He then started teaching at UC Berkeley, where he stayed his entire career, although he also taught in the Graduate Theological Union near campus in the 1970s and '80s.

Professor Boyd is survived by his wife, Melanie Lewis of Berkeley; two sons, Stephen Boyd of Palo Alto and Michael Boyd of Santa Monica; a sister, Elizabeth Boyd Aldrich of Richmond, Va.; and four grandchildren.

The family requests that memorial contributions be made to the Alameda County Community Food Bank, P.O. Box 2599, Oakland, CA 94614, (510) 635-3663.

The UC Berkeley English Department will hold a memorial service followed by a reception at 3 p.m. Saturday, May 7, in Wheeler Hall, Room 315.
I've been asked to speak at the service. That's why I'm going through box after box of my old papers to find every Julian Boyd artifact I can. It's painful, but in a good way. I just wish I could shake the feeling that I'm going to see him when I'm in the Bay Area. Than again, I suppose I will be in his presence, even if a face-to-face meeting is no longer possible.

Mode: flayed
Muse: a memory of Sparklehorse, with thanks to ODP

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From: batdina Date: April 15th, 2005 01:31 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
that answers that question. (which was: you coming to the memorial?) since you are, I shall attempt to be there, even though you know, it's not a good day, but then, for Julian, I'll make an exception.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 15th, 2005 01:52 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I'd love to see you!
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