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Paul Sardi 1958 - 1981

Paul Sardi of New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut United States was born on June 29, 1958 in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire County England. Paul was baptized circa 1958. He was the father of Kristen Lee Kenny. Paul Sardi died at age 22 years old on April 25, 1981 at Boulevard Exit off I-95 in New Haven, New Haven County, and was buried on April 29, 1981 at Kings Highway Cemetery in Milford.
Paul Sardi
New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut United States
June 29, 1958
Cheltenham, Gloucestershire County, England
April 25, 1981
Boulevard Exit off I-95 in New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut, United States
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Paul Sardi's History: 1958 - 1981

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  • Introduction

    Paul was a fun person with an amazing personality. He enjoyed living life fully, and was a great brother and friend to many of his classmates and acquaintances.
  • 06/29
    1958

    Birthday

    June 29, 1958
    Birthdate
    Cheltenham, Gloucestershire County England
    Birthplace
  • Ethnicity & Family History

    Paul was born in Cheltenham, England. His mother was English and his father, Hungarian.
  • Nationality & Locations

    Paul grew up in Milford, CT, and lived locally his entire life.
  • Early Life & Education

    Paul graduated from Lenox Avenue School in 1972, and from Jonathan Law High School in 1976. He later attended Southern Connecticut State University for Art courses.
  • 1958
    circa

    Baptism

    circa 1958
    Baptism date
    Unknown
    Place of worship
  • Religious Beliefs

    Although raised Christian, Paul changed his views later in his short life. He did not consider himself religious.
  • Military Service

    Paul did not serve in the military.
  • Professional Career

    Paul was a chef, and then a welder, although he was talented in many areas and aspired to be an artist for the Walt Disney Company.
  • Personal Life & Family

    Paul attained the rank of Life in the Boy Scouts while part of Troop 71. He was active in many school athletic programs, played baseball at several league levels, was excellent at chess, and was honored by many scholarly awards such as membership in the National Junior Honor Society. He was chosen to participate in Boys State for the State of Connecticut.
  • 04/25
    1981

    Death

    April 25, 1981
    Death date
    Injuries sustained in a motorcycle accident
    Cause of death
    Boulevard Exit off I-95 in New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut United States
    Death location
  • 04/29
    1981

    Gravesite & Burial

    April 29, 1981
    Funeral date
    Kings Highway Cemetery in Milford, New Haven County, Connecticut United States
    Burial location
  • Obituary

    SARDI, PAUL -- In New Haven, April 25, 1981, Paul Sardi of 73 Loomis St., Devon, devoted father of Kristen Lee Sardi and beloved son of George and Sheila Herbert Sardi of Milford and brother of Stephen, Richard, Andrew, and Miss Julia Sardi, all of Milford. Friends are invited to attend the funeral on Wednesday at 8:15 a.m. from the Gregory F. Doyle Funeral Home, 291 Bridgeport Ave., Devon and in St. Ann's Church at 9 a.m. with a Mass of Christian Burial. Interment in Kings Highway Cemetery, Milford. Friends may call Tuesday from 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 p.m. Sardi was born in Cheltenham, England and had been a Milford resident for 19 years. He was a 1976 cum laude graduate of Jonathan Law High School. He was a member of the school's honor society, chess, wrestling, soccer and track team, a Connecticut State Scholar, and was featured in Who's Who of America High School Students. He had also received awards in art and sculptures. Survivors include a daughter, Miss Kristen Lee Sardi of Bridgeport; his parents, George and Sheila Herbert Sardi, of Milford; three brothers, Stephen G. Sardi, Richard E. Sardi and Andrew J. Sardi; a sister, Miss Julia G. Sardi all of Milford; and his maternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Richard Herbert of London, England. Services will take place Wednesday at 8:15 a.m. in the Gregory F. Doyle Funeral Home, 291 Bridgeport Avenue, Devon, and at 9 o'clock in St. Ann's Church, Devon. Burial will be in Kings Highway Cemetery. {Transcribed *directly* from the Bridgeport Post newspaper announcement --sic }
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Paul Sardi in Halloween costume
Paul Sardi in Halloween costume
Paul and I decided to dress up for Halloween. I'm not sure what he was supposed to be, but it was a scary look for sure.
Date & Place: in Milford, New Haven County, Connecticut 06460, United States
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Looks like a vampire! My absolute favorite Halloween costume I wore for many years growing up.
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Paul Sardi in Halloween costume
Paul Sardi in Halloween costume
Paul loved having fun. He wanted his costume to be very scary so he did the makeup himself. When little kids saw him and were afraid, it made him laugh so much.
Date & Place: in Milford, New Haven County, Connecticut 06460, United States
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Paul used to 'scare' me when we were kids growing up together. The fun for him was in scaring, then breaking out into laughter that showed where his interests really were -- getting others to laugh with him (which I definitely did!). He did it to me occasionally, and especially if he knew tensions were really high in the house.

I have an early memory of going out trick or treating with Paul in our neighborhood. We had just moved in and couldn't go very far by ourselves, so we just went to some of the nearby houses. I can still remember his walking slightly ahead of me, leading the way, with our costumes making weird noises as we walked along the nighttime roads that were still not familiar to either of us.

I'm glad to see this picture. He was fascinated by horror and monster stories, so this falls very neatly into who he was even as he grew up. Thank you for sharing this great pic!
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Dreams
My brother and I would share our dreams, especially if they seemed funny, or if something unusual happened in them. But mostly, they were wishful thinking on our part about what our futures held, things we eventually hoped we would own, or places we might visit that we had learned about in school.

We learned about the Caribbean, the deep blue waters, the white sands -- and the pirate's treasure we were sure we would find if only we could get there. Our interest was heightened when we learned that Charles Island, off the coast of Milford, CT, had been a stopping point for Blackbeard and that he may have buried treasure there, according to local legend.

My brother had a dream about how one day, when he got older, he would buy Charles Island -- and he and I would go out there and find the treasure we were sure was hidden there. In his dream, he told me, the evidence was there because he found a sand dollar seashell at Silver Sands, the nearby beach. I was so caught up in his dream that I felt sure he HAD to be right, and I looked forward to it eventually happening.

Of course, that could not happen. The legends were real, but we didn't stand a chance of finding anything, not even the sand dollar shell that are native to tropical waters.

Charles Island has an interesting feature -- at low tide, there is a tombolo (sandbar) that allows people to walk over to the island and stay for a short while until the tide starts coming in again. We knew about this, but it's hard to be an explorer when your life is tied up in school and work. Although I've walked there in recent years, Paul and I never did, so the best he could do was admire the island from afar -- and settle for dreams of pirate gold.

I don't know if we perceive when our last days and nights are upon us. I can only hope that the night before he died, my brother had a dream where his wishes came true -- where he found the buried treasure, and enjoyed the rest of his life knowing he had achieved a great accomplishment.

As an adult, I've been to where he and I dreamed of going -- it is as beautiful as we both imagined. The palm trees, the white sand, the blue water -- all there. I hope his dreams that night -- April 24, 1981 -- matched the reality of the beautiful things he missed out on.

During one of my trips there, I found his sand dollar on the beach -- and thought of him. Wherever he is, I hope his dreams come true.
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To anyone in the future who might read this -- you might wonder, why am I writing about my brother this way?

We were never a close family, but among us, I was closest to Paul. He and I did everything together, so I experienced much of what he did and knew his thoughts and feelings. I don't see any other way for the world to know who this young man was. And, even though this is on the internet, who knows who will ever read it -- but it makes me feel better to know that at least some aspects of his life won't be forgotten forever.

The day Paul died was a sunny April Saturday. Earlier that day, my father-in-law had asked me to help him install a range hood. I told him I expected to be at their house by around 2pm. But, my wife Dawn and I were running late, and we didn't actually get started to go there until about 2:30. I went out to my car and opened the hatchback to put my toolbox in, not noticing anything unusual.

We got in the car and started driving, but at 2:30, the car filled with the intense sweet smell of flowers -- like being in a room filled with thousands of blooms. I immediately pulled over -- thinking 'What is THAT?'. I got out thinking maybe I had lost a hose and the radiator fluid was leaking onto the engine -- the only thing I could think of with a sweet smell. But outside the car, nothing was wrong. The smell completely passed in a few minutes.

We continued to our destination and completed the job, and got back home that afternoon around 4 pm. The phone rang -- it was my youngest brother telling me that Paul had died in a motorcycle accident. I asked what time, and he told me 2:30.

Since then, I have seen this as a sign that Paul wanted me to know what had happened in his final moments.

Before he died, Paul had gotten a divorce. He needed a place to live, so he approached my parents asking them if he could move back into the house they owned. They told him no. With nowhere else to go, Paul rented a backroom in a house somewhere in New Haven. He was working two jobs to make ends meet. He was alone.

It says in his obit that his address was Loomis Street. That is not correct -- he was not welcome to move back in there, into basically a big empty house.

If he had, he might still be with us today, but my parents were not inclined to help their male children. We were on our own.

I am not a religious person, but I believe somehow Paul wanted me to know what he was going through in his final moments. My wife experienced the same event the way I did, so I know I wasn't imagining things. Even almost 40 years later, this all sticks in my mind. Along with the great memories are the sadness of what might have been had decisions been made just a little bit differently.
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Wow, just wow. Amazing memories in life and after passing.
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Paul and I were the closest members of our family -- he was less than 14 months older than me. Whatever he did, I did -- so when he joined the Scouts, so did I. Our best times together were during summer camp at Camp Sequassen, where we could enjoy a week (or two) camping and vacationing from our paper route. Some of my best memories surround the things we did together then that we won't have a chance to ever do again -- the long hikes, the athletic competitions with the other Troops, and the morning canoe rides on West Hill Pond -- in the early morning when the sun was just rising, and there was a beautiful mist on the water. We were young and our lives stretched in front of us, but we could not have realized that he had so little time left to live.

It took me many years to be able to write this -- I still think of him every day and remember fondly all the good times we had, and the things we did together as brothers and friends. I wonder what he would have been like had he lived, how much he might have accomplished using his artistic skills, and what it would be like to still have my big brother.
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Paul and I joined a few other older scouts that had moved on to high school for a last outing -- we would hike part of the Appalachian Trail. We started in New York State, and walked across Connecticut into Massachusetts. During that hike, we camped in tents we carried with us. One night, it rained very hard and our tents filled with water, so sleep was pretty much impossible.

He and I sat on the bank of a nearby river and managed to build a small fire. We spoke of things yet to come -- that no matter what, we would be friends and do everything together in the future. We completed that hike, but it was the last time we would do anything like it. That year (1974), Paul started working at Perry's Restaurant and I joined him in the summer of 1975.
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