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By our deeds we shall be known...
Stewart Rawlings Mott, passed away on Thursday, June 12, 2008. Stewart’s family and friends have received a tremendous response of love and support since Stewart’s passing, and we thank everyone for their thoughts and sympathy. We also would like to extend our own heartfelt condolences to those who will mourn with us. Stewart touched many hearts during his lifetime and through his works. We invite you to share your thoughts...he would have loved this!
Stewart R. Mott
By our deeds we shall be known...
The Memorials...
The third memorial service will take place on:
Tuesday, September 9th, 3:00 - 4:30 PM
Lutheran Church of the Reformation
212 East Capitol Street, SE
Washington, DC
Reception and Remembrances, 5:00pm at the Washington Home of Stewart Mott, 122 Maryland Ave. NE, Washington, DC
Tuesday, September 9th, 3:00 - 4:30 PM
Lutheran Church of the Reformation
212 East Capitol Street, SE
Washington, DC
Reception and Remembrances, 5:00pm at the Washington Home of Stewart Mott, 122 Maryland Ave. NE, Washington, DC
Attending Memorial
If you plan to attend the New York Memorial Service, please let us know by emailing us at info@srmtrust.org.
Memorial donations can be made to the following organizations:
The Fund for Constitutional Government, 122 Maryland Avenue, NE, Washington, DC, 20002
Stewart R. Mott Constitutional Defender's Fund.
Center for Arms Control and Non-Proliferation, 322 Fourth Street, NE, Washington, DC 20002,"Stewart R. Mott Fund" to persuade the next President to make the goal of eliminating all nuclear weapons one of his highest priorities.
Planned Parenthood Federation of America, 424 West 33rd Street, New York, NY 10001. "The Apple Tree Fund" for International Family Planning Programs.
For further information, please contact: Conrad Martin, Executive Director Stewart Mott Charitable Trust: 202 546-3732; Funcongov@aol.com.
1 comment:
Known by his deeds;
I last saw Stew 2 weeks before his death. We met on the veranda of his home in North Salem. We sat in the sun and talked for 5 hours. While he was thinner than I remembered, and navigated his home in his wheelchair, he was very much alive in his curiosity and still as handsome as ever. We talked about life, love, work, and death itself. Stew faced death with the same gutsy mindset he faced life. The same curiosity too. He spoke of death, not with fear, but with awe. He said he couldn't believe he was sitting there on the veranda enjoying the view at that moment, and then the next moment he would be gone. At the same time he admired the fragrant lilacs growing on the veranda and offered me bunches to take home. Neither the exquisiteness, nor the poignancy of the moment was lost on me.
I loved a lot of things about Stew: he didn't adorn his life with material possessions. He lived a relatively simple life, caring only that the world was made better by his wealth. And true to his farming roots, he valued food and was careful not to be wasteful of it or indeed, what he deemed extravagant in its use.
One time I was cooking dinner for some guests. Stew had infomred me there was 1/2 a chicken in the frig and that was what I should use. But Stew, I said, that won't be enough for the 4 of us. His assistant and I smuggled some more chicken into the house. The guests arrived, we began to eat and over lively conversation, Stew said without missing a beat, by the way this chicken had a lot of legs!!
Stew walked his own path. And if you shared it with him, even if briefly, you were sure to have some unusual adventures and meet some very interesting people. Dinner parties were communal efforts so you got to know people in the kitchen as well as in the living room. It amazed me that Stew always had lots of ingredients on hand and at the ready for cooking just about anything. He stashed away the most delicious banana bread. He gave me the recipe that called for something like 40 cups of flour. Stew I said this is a mistake. No he said this makes about 125 little cakes. And I think he did do just that.
I remember making cedar sachet pouches, gathering night blooming serius flowers, and playing scrabble with Stew (not against him. Scoring those games was always a source of mild aggravation for me. But he was man who played by his own rules. He judged people by their deeds, as his family motto proclaimed. And he will be judged well by his. I miss him.
Elisa, June 24, 2008
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