Barry Campbell ’60 died in his home in Lyons, CO on September 10, 2012, after a long illness. In his last years he continued his house design work, some construction and some travel. Every June until the last one, Barry and I made a canoe trip down a western river. He would plan a year ahead for the trip, and especially loved a river with few signs of man. My friendship with Barry was formed at Deerfield, and for fifty years we dissected our history at the school. Whenever we got together, which was several times a year, we talked about our classmates, the ski team, the glee club, Mr. McGlyyn, Mr. Schell, Mr. Ruggles, Mr. Suitor, Mrs. Boyden. Sometimes we talked about the trauma of growing up in such an insular and demanding world. Those were our years of adolescence, and the emotional tug of them never let up. At the same time, as Barry wrote for our 50th reunion, “There was a comforting feeling to the way the school set with the natural world, an honest quality to the way it blended with the old town, a certain security in the rugged wilderness on the other side of the river.” He is survived by a half-sister, by four nephews, and by Aria, his beloved partner of 19 years. I will miss him forever.
John Thorndike Class of 1960