Eulogy for the Anonymous Dead

By Paul Hundt '60

I come from a long line of anonymous dead. They led modest, respectable lives. They loved their families, practiced their religion to varying degrees and, after death, were buried in the Catholic cemeteries of the City of New York. They have submerged with barely a trace. It is my fate as well.

When my German-born grandfather died in 1933, he left my grandmother his share of a successful business and a fine house in Hollis, Queens. She said, “My life is over!” and then lived another 40 years. When she finally did die at age 91 after 10 years in a nursing home, the business had passed on to others. Her beloved house was gone. Her fine “things,” her china, her glassware, her furniture, had long been distributed among her children and grandchildren.…

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