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Stephen Sardi:
Paul's Storyboard: 'DDT' - If you've read my previous stories, you'll know that Paul was very creative -- during the years 1974 to 1977 he seemed to be bursting at the seams with ideas. Whether it was calligraphy, sculpting, painting, or drawing, he always had something going on. In high school, Paul came up with the idea for a character he named Dexter Dylan Trifle. Where he got this from, I have no idea, but Dexter (or DDT as he called him) was a friendly space alien who arrived on earth via his one-man tiny spaceship. As it turned out, DDT spoke perfect English, and so did the animals in the barnyard where he landed. They became fast friends. There were about 6 stories, conveyed via pictures and content that Paul hand-drew on paperboard. After their initial meeting, the animals did their best to help DDT get his spaceship back into space -- but with limited resources and knowledge, all their efforts were for nothing. DDT appreciated their help, and by the 6th story, the animals told DDT that they had helped as much as they could -- but they liked DDT and were glad to have him stranded in their home. During senior year of high school, Paul showed these panels to his German teacher. As a final project for the class, Frau Schmidt asked him to translate DDT's adventures into German, which Paul did. It was humorous to read the stories in German, and Frau Schmidt kept them as a momento of his time in her class. Five years later, I saw Frau Schmidt at Paul's wake -- she was distraught, but she told me that she still had Paul's translated DDT storyboards, and would always treasure them. It would have been interesting to see where Paul would have taken DDT's further adventures. Would DDT have gotten home -- or would he have stayed with the friendly farm animals who had tried to help him, but then welcomed him to stay when it didn't work out? I'm sure whatever DDT's future held, Paul would had made it exciting and fun.
Sharon Lieberman-Wallace:
He was my uncle - I didn't get to see Uncle Nat too often, he lived in California all my life. He had come to see us in Connecticut three of four times that I can remember. I know two of those times he had brought his youngest child, my cousin Jay with him. Uncle Nat was my dad's oldest brother, and my dad somehow was the one who ended up being the one who took care of Uncle Nat many times during his life, before and after my grandparents had passed away My dad and Uncle Nat had tried different types of business to own, whenever one was doing well, somehow, Uncle Nat had gotten into some kind of problems, so the business had to close, A couple of years after my dad and Uncle Nat got out of the service, and closed the businesses in NYC, they ended up moving to Hartford, CT where my grandparents lived. My grandparents at that time had a small grocery store, but they were up there in age, and they were both very ill, so my dad and Uncle Nat took over working in the store. Dad and Uncle Nat kept the store going until my grandparents had passed away a few years later. Uncle Nat didn't like being in Connecticut and ended up moving to California. By this time my mom and dad had been married for five or six years and had two children (my two older brothers). and they stayed in CT. Dad stayed in contact with Uncle Nat and his family all of his lifetime. All of Uncle Nat's children thought of my dad as being there "second" dad and when Uncle Nat passed away, my dad was the one they all turned to for guidance and support. I think that Uncle Nat would have been very happy that his children looked up to dad just the way he did. Thank you Uncle Nat, know that your family misses you, and will never forget about you. I hope that you are now with dad, grandma, grandpa and Aunt Birdie once again, and that you have all found a way to find the love that you should had here on earth.
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