Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Paige West

I started the Ph.D. program at Rutgers in 1995 and Michael taught my first anthropology class there. He taught the "proseminar" where each faculty member came in and discussed her or his work and then we did some readings in the person's field and discussed the professor's work and the readings. Michael was fantastic in the class. He was so generous towards his colleague's scholarship - helping us to find the value and worth in everything from the study of gender in China to the study of human evolution through primate jaws. In that class he had a gift for making things one was not interested in both interesting and seemingly important. It seems to me that this is connected to Michael's extraordinary sense of the field of anthropology as one that encompasses human lives across time and space. We all say that lots, that that is what we examine as a field, but Michael was able to show us, using our faculty's work, how this really is the case.

Michael also told me, as a graduate student who was just learning about social theory and reading Foucault and other for the first time, that to be a "theory person" I was going to have to become a more careful reader and writer. He was correct and this has helped me throughout my career.

Other Michael memories:

I loved Sadie the dog. She would sit in the window when I met with Michael, he was my initial advisor in the anthropology department (as I had come to work with someone in Human Ecology and needed an anthropology person that first year). She was so sweet and Michael was so gentle and sweet with her. 

The day that one of his colleagues said something truly insane in the Proseminar and Michael started laughing and disguised it as a cough so as not to offend the colleague. I think of this just about every time someone I work with says something insane in a faculty meeting and I keep myself from laughing. 

His first book - Coming of Age - and reading it and teaching it for the first time. 

I have so many warm feelings towards you Michael. 

Paige 



Haydee Ching

Michael,

Our boys and I have fond memories of taking long walks with you and your family on the beaches during cool and windy weather. May any wind blow anything unpleasant aside for your happiness. Your very kind, all encompassing, loving heart is a great example to others.

Haydee, Nathaniel, Nolan, David, Geoffrey, Galen, and Richard

Deb Curtis


Dear Michael,

Do you remember when you offered a special tutorial for Edgar and me on the history of anthropology? I saved the notebook, it's over 14 years old. Edgar and I would marvel at your lectures. 

I teach the anthropology of sexuality course just as you taught me and when I've taught your book in class, my students were never more engaged.

I saw the wonderful photo of your family on Pam's blog. Your sons are handsome. I remember when Jacob was born. I wanted to hold him.  You let me hold him for a moment but given the loving father that you were wanted him in your arms. I don't know many men, who wanted to hold their children as much as you wanted to hold yours.

I have twin daughters who are 13. I teach anthropology at a small college in Newport. I love teaching anthropology. 

Thank you for training me. Thank you for being so generous with your stories, your ideas, and your experiences.

Thought you might enjoy a photo of my twin daughters, Emma and Zoe, dressed as cherries on Halloween.

Yours, Deb Curtis

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Charles House

Celebrating Michael's birthday at Charles House, Chapel Hill, North Carolina


Kate Shaw

Your rendition of “By the Old Mill Stream” sung at Charles House with Steve always makes me smile. Every week I would try to sing it as fast as you, but I could not get all the words in as fast. I won't stop trying. Kate