Saturday, October 15, 2005

Rest in Peace, Theodore Roosevelt Heller

We didn't know him, but we'd like to invite you to please join us in honoring the departed's last wishes:

Theodore Roosevelt Heller, 88, loving father of Charles (Joann) Heller; dear brother of the late Sonya (the late Jack) Steinberg. Ted was discharged from the U.S. Army during WWII due to service related injuries, and then forced his way back into the Illinois National Guard, insisting that no one tells him when to serve his country. Graveside services Tuesday 11 a.m. at Waldheim Jewish Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, please send acerbic letters to Republicans.

Arrangements by Chicago Jewish Funerals,
Douglas MacIsaac, funeral director
847-229-8822,
www.cjfinfo.com.


Published in the Chicago Tribune on 10/10/2005.

[Thanks to News Hounds ("We watch Fox News so you don't have to") for this item, which I shamelessly copied verbatim. BTW, whassup with the Scot running a Jewish funeral home?]

3 Comments:

At October 29, 2005 at 3:57:00 AM EDT, Blogger Kim said...

I don't know about MacIsaac (sounds a little Jewish, though), but the second-to-last bar mitzvah I went to was for/by/of Ryan MacGinnis, a red-haired freckled cousin of mine.

 
At October 29, 2005 at 10:08:00 AM EDT, Blogger fausto said...

He may indeed have converted, if faced with the choice of otherwise remaining either a bloody-handed Catholic or a joyless Presbyterian, but trust me, anyone named Douglas Mac Isaac was a Scot first.

 
At October 29, 2005 at 10:20:00 AM EDT, Blogger fausto said...

To wit:

Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce
In a golden case with a golden lid,

To carry the same to the Holy Land;
By which we see and understand
That that was the place to carry a heart
At loyalty and love’s command,

And that was the case to carry it in.
The Douglas had not far to win
Before he came to the land of Spain,
Where long a holy war had been

Against the too-victorious Moor;
And there his courage could not endure
Not to strike a blow for God
Before he made his errand sure.

And ever it was intended so,
That a man for God should strike a blow,
No matter the heart he has in charge
For the Holy Land where hearts should go.

But when in battle the foe were met,
The Douglas found him sore beset,
With only strength of the fighting arm
For one more battle passage yet—

And that as vain to save the day
As bring his body safe away—
Only a signal deed to do
And a last sounding word to say.

The heart he wore in a golden chain
He swung and flung forth into the plain,
And followed it crying ‘Heart or death!’
And fighting over it perished fain.

So may another do of right,
Give a heart to the hopeless fight,
The more of right the more he loves;
So may another redouble might

For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,
Scorning greatly not to demand
In equal sacrifice with his
The heart he bore to the Holy Land.


--Robert Frost

 

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