Mourning for his children, Christopher and Cecily, the loss of Paul Edward Rush. First making our acquaintance in SF back in the early 60's, You were of the generation of the Kingston Trio. You were wearing your candy striped jacket, your straw boater and strumming a banjo (all the while working at UC). I think it was "approval" from your future bride, that prompted our first meeting - dear Susan. (you may recall, I missed your beautiful wedding because I went to the wrong church). Well a long family friendship endured. I would become your beloved Cecily's godmother in the Marin fields of grass and sunshine. I well remember your tree house in Berkeley with the fabulous deck, the great food you cooked. Days moved on, as did I, relocating to Houston from SF then on the NYC.
I missed the family trip to France--not my cup of tea and too many job responsibilities. But, there were those parties on Riverside Drive....and the "renovation from hades." It was you who organized my sf farewell garden party (1973)in the Gartshore Garden. Your invite remains a classic. You would go that extra mile to be creative and original.
Time would march on and eventually the entire Rush clan moved to NYC. We would find a life of friendship and memories and of course separations as we pursued our dreams. We were proud of you, your Emmys but most of all "Plastic Jesus" always brings a smile. Tell Saint Peter we are all coming, sooner rather than later. Margo Grant Walsh
