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Jacqueline "Jackie" Basile (Harrison) passed away peacefully at her home in Yucca Vallery, CA on November 1, 2024 surrounded by loving family. A celebration of life will be held in her backyard, overlooking the desert. This was her favorite place to sit and enjoy the warm sunshine. A private family burial will take place at San Luis Cemetery in San Louis Obispo, CA next to her beloved mother Esther Harrison-De Boer. In lieu of flowers, please direct memorials to Best Friends Animal Society, reflecting Jackie's lifelong devotion to all animals or to the Parkinson's Resource Organization. 

Jackie was born on June 5th, 1946 in Chicago, IL and raised predominantly in Wyoming, MI. Known by all for her razor-sharp intellect and sense of humor, she was fluent in 4 languages and is an alumna of Michigan State University (B.S. Biology) and Cal Poly (MBA), the latter of which she completed while raising 2 small children. These skills were particularly useful for her greatest love, besides her family, of travel. Jackie met many of her most cherished friends during, or as a result of, a shared love of exploring the world. Whether it was teaching English in Paris, buying her favorite pastries in Germany, or bartending in the Bahamas, she never turned down an invite to go somewhere new. Throughout her lifetime of adventures abroad, her heart always remained tied to California. She was overjoyed at being able to return "home" to retire and enjoy 7 blissful years in the state that was always so dear to her. 

Jackie is survived by her two daughters Jamie Basile of Chicago, IL and Lindsay Basile of Los Angeles, CA, her brother Dr. Jim Harrison (Zella) of Palm Desert, CA, life partner Tom Equin of Yucca Valley, CA, and cat Blue, also of Yucca Valley. She is preceded in death by her parents Burt Harrison and Esther Colborn, and by numerous beloved and cherished pets.

Mary Katherine Wright Zartman died on October 30, 2024, at her home, The Admiral at the Lake, Chicago. She suffered Parkinson’s but died quietly in her sleep with family gathered round to remember and mourn. 91 at death, she was born on May 23, 1933 in a tiny coal mining camp at Insull, Harlan County, Kentucky, where she spent the first 11 years of her life. She is survived by her husband, James N. Zartman, children, Judith N. Zartman (Walter Weber), Michael F. Zartman (Armand Cerbone) and Douglas H. Zartman (Nance) and grandchildren, Skyler, Sonia and Aaron Zartman. Kathy’s brother, James Wright, and sister, Susan Stafursky, also survive her. Kathy’s life counted. In addition to raising a challenging family, she organized and was the first Executive Director of Illinois Citizens for Handgun Control, debating the NRA all over the country. She was Executive Director of the International Visitors Center of Chicago, providing orientation and home stays for foreign diplomats and graduate students. She was President of the Chicago chapter of NAMI, the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill, spearheading a national convention of NAMI in Chicago. She helped found and was a member of the first Board of the Seminary Townhouse Association (STA), which in 1975 created a new subdivision (the STA Subdivision) in the heart of Chicago to preserve 56 Queen-Anne style brick townhouses built in the 1880’s in a park-like setting amidst the bustle of the city. She helped found and was the first President of Lincoln Park Village (now the Village Chicago), providing services and support for seniors, so they could remain in their homes as they age. She was a Board member of NARSAD (the National Alliance for Research on Schizophrenia and Depression, now the Brain and Behavior Research Foundation), funding mental illness research and education. She excelled at innovative public service. 

The local football fraternity is mourning the death of Alan Lynch.

More commonly known by his nickname, ‘Dizzy’, Lynch died yesterday (Tuesday) after a battle with Parkinson’s disease at the age of 70.

Lynch suffered at least 15 concussions during a football career that started in the North Shore Little League competition in the early 1960s.

His wife, Jenny Bromley, told News Corp that Lynch’s brain will be donated to the Australian Sports Brain Bank, which will investigate whether he was suffering from chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE).

After graduating from North Shore’s junior program, Lynch won a senior best-and-fairest as an 18-year-old.

He joined VFA club Geelong West in 1973, headed to Hobart in 1974, before returning to West in 1975 to play in the Roosters’ first and only division one premiership.

Lynch followed West coach Billy Goggin to VFL club Footscray in 1976, where he played five games before making a mid-season switch to Richmond.

He played two senior games at Richmond that year and featured in the Tigers reserve grade premiership in 1977 before accepting a coaching job as a 24-year-old at Ballarat League club Beaufort.

Lynch won the Henderson Medal as league best-and-fairest in 1979 before returning to Geelong to link up with Billy Goggin again.

He didn’t make a senior appearance at the Cats but was part of the club’s reserve grade grand final win over South Melbourne and won the best-and-fairest.

Lynch returned to North Shore in 1981 and played in a GFL flag with his home club before returning to the Ballarat region to guide North Ballarat to back-to-back premierships in 1982-83.

He fell just short of playing in a fifth consecutive flag as coach of Drysdale in 1984, with the Hawks suffering a one-point loss to Torquay in a grand final.

Lynch was named best-on-ground in what was his last appearance for the Hawks.

He was appointed coach of Geelong West in 1986 as its days in the VFA were ending, but he resigned mid-season due to work.

Lynch returned to North Ballarat for one more season as coach in 1990 and featured in his late 40s in the made-for-television Western Region team The Hammerheads as part of The Club in 2002.

Lightly built, Lynch was also an outstanding runner.

He was a regular at the Stawell Easter Carnival, running both one and two-mile events, earning Legend status in the Stawell Hall of Fame.

Lynch is survived by wife Jenny Bromley and their four children Jess, Sam, Josh and Tom and their families.

Gregory Vincent Priestley died on Saturday, Oct 26 2024 of Lewy-body dementia, a Parkinson's-related disease. He died peacefully, in the company of his wife, Kim, and adult children, Amy and Alex. He was 78.

Greg was born in Spokane Washington on June 1, 1946. He grew up in Pasadena Park, a semi-rural neighborhood near Spokane. He was the second of three sons of Ambrose and Willene Priestley.

Greg had a happy childhood. He was in the first year of the generation that came to be known as the Baby Boomers. Pasadena Park was full of children, and there were always groups of kids to play with. He built forts, played backyard baseball and football, skated on the nearby river, swam in the large irrigation ditches. He worked with his father tending a flock of chickens and weeding and irrigating a large garden. He had a large paper route and was a Boy Scout. One of his fondest memories was a rafting trip with his father and members of his Scouting troop on the Selway River in Idaho.

Greg was Student Body President at West Valley High School. He attended Lewis and Clark College for a year, then transferred to Washington State University in Pullman, where he earned a BA in English Literature. During summers while in college, Greg worked in agricultural areas of eastern Washington harvesting peas and managing grain silos.

After college, Greg enlisted in the Army. He was a conscientious objector. He worked as a medic and refused to carry a firearm. He spent a year on a big gun emplacement in the jungles of Viet Nam. The site was sprayed with Agent Orange, a toxic defoliant, several times. Near the end of his life, Greg believed that exposure was the cause of his health issues.

Greg's experience as a medic ignited an interest in medicine. When he returned from Viet Nam, he enrolled at the University of Washington and earned a BS in Microbiology. After graduation he found work doing medical research at the main UW Hospital at Montlake. His name appears on approximately 40 scientific papers.

It was in his lab at the University that Greg met his future wife, Kim. They married and had a couple of kids in their home in the Renton Highlands. There he enjoyed bicycling, gardening, hiking, camping, and playing with the dogs.

During the last two decades of his life, Greg's passion was a hobby farm that he and Kim built on 30 acres near the Pacific coast, south of Aberdeen.

Greg is survived by his wife, Kim Priestley of Renton Washington, daughter Amy Priestley of Renton Washington, son Alex Priestley of Seattle Washington, and two brothers, Ernest Priestley (Evelyn) of Seattle Washington, and Wes Priestley (Margie) of Knoxville Tennessee.

Shad was born and raised in Dallas, Texas, the son of Frederick and Marian Rowe. He was a graduate of St. Mark’s School of Texas, Southern Methodist University and the University of Texas School of Business. From 1968 to 1970, Shad served as an officer in the United States Navy.

“After a brief career as a junk dealer, sportswriter and filmmaker,” as Shad described his early career, he went to work at the Dallas brokerage firm Schneider, Bernet & Hickman. A brilliant investor, Shad quickly discovered his life’s calling, and that calling proved to be an enormous blessing to all who invested with him. He founded Rowe & Company in 1978 and Greenbrier Partners in 1985. Greenbrier significantly outperformed the market over his nearly 40-year run as managing partner. The fund continues to thrive today.

Shad’s success as an investor reflected the varied enthusiasms of his forceful intellect. A principled critic of grift and fraud, of anyone who abused his or her trust as a financial fiduciary, he found early success selling overvalued companies short.

Shad became a “recovering short seller” after finding that focusing on doomed and dishonest enterprises left him “feeling more negative than is really healthy.” But he continued to promote honesty and accountability in financial markets. He served as a trustee of the Employees Retirement System of Texas, as chair of the Texas Pension Review Board, and as founder and president of the Investors for Director Accountability Foundation. Starting in 1995, he successfully championed the cause of Texans for Lawsuit Reform as a member of its executive committee. From 2007 to 2018, he cohosted the Great Investors’ Best Ideas Symposium, which brought some of the world’s leading investors to Dallas as a fundraiser for the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research (he also served on the board).

Shad’s investment approach gradually evolved toward a focus on long-term ownership of transformative companies with visionary leadership. And here, too, his investment philosophy was rooted in one of the noblest impulses of his nature. He delighted in discovering and championing excellence. And he brought that same impassioned curiosity to every other facet of his life. He had a rare gift for seeing the hidden promise of others, and for taking unbounded joy in its fulfillment. Those whom Shad encouraged, mentored and sometimes goaded – and they are countless – know that when he believed in you, you could not help but believe in yourself. His energy and abilities enlivened the best in all who loved and admired him.

It was possible to bore Shad, but only for about 30 seconds. He was too sincerely interested in other people and subjects to ever learn how to politely fake it. The range of his interests was as remarkable as the passion that animated them. He loved the Dallas Cowboys and Mavericks (after a heartbreaking loss, he could be overheard muttering, “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”) He thought about his golf game constantly, and condemned the game just as often as an enormous waste of time. He loved fast cars – driven at, or below, the speed limit. He read everything, pulpy detective novels, the high-brow historical novels of Patrick O’Brian and history, particularly anything by or about Winston Churchill.

A talented writer, he published charming profiles of investors and entrepreneurs he admired and contributed regularly to leading financial journals. His monthly letters to his partners were almost as remarkable for their punctuality (arriving promptly after the market closed on the last business day of every month) as for the investment wisdom and results they imparted. Shad always let his investment record speak for itself, but he explained his ideas, and acknowledged his mistakes, with unmatched clarity, candor, and wit.

He collected dear friends quickly everywhere he went, and he cherished and nourished the companionship of lifelong friends. He was a loving father, an adoring grandfather, and a wonderful husband for 48 blessed years.

For the last 26 years of his life, Shad suffered from Parkinson’s Disease. He liked to quote Michael J. Fox’s line that Parkinson’s is “the gift that keeps on taking.” But Parkinson’s never robbed him of the essential qualities that made him so dear to all who knew him. Shad even credited his “most visible ailment and friend” with a few improvements. “It’s taken away a little of my arrogance and probably made me a nicer person,” he said. And it never diminished, even by a whit, his appetite for life and the joys of life.

He is survived by his beloved wife Michele, his four children, Frederick E. Rowe IV, Adam Rowe, Madeleine Rowe Riehl and Ginette Rowe Beecherl, his ten grandchildren and his sister Marian “Nini” Lion. He lives on and lives forever in the many lives made inexpressibly brighter by the life he lived.

The Reverend H. Kris Ronnow died Friday, Oct. 25, from complications of Parkinson’s disease. He was 87.

A devoted husband, loving father and grandfather, Kris dedicated his life to the fight for social and economic justice. As a community organizer on Chicago’s West Side in the 1960s, architect of Oak Park, IL.’s blueprint for racial justice and diversity in the 1970s, and a leader in corporate reinvestment and philanthropic efforts in Chicago’s neighborhoods, he sought community-led solutions to complex problems.

Kris was “that rare combination of ordained clergy who lived his ministry within secular institutions,” his friend and colleague Rev. David Bebb Jones said, with a “prophetic sense of care and concern for all persons.”

The grandson of Danish immigrants, Henry Kristian Frederick Ronnow was born on July 4, 1937, in St. Paul, MN. His father Henry was a brick mason, a strong union guy. Mom Gladys was a homemaker. He had two older sisters, Joan and Nancy.

Kris attended Saint Paul public schools, graduating from Central High School in 1955. He was an active member of Saint Paul’s YMCA and De Molay, sang in the church choir and played (not well) the trumpet.

The first in his family to earn a college degree, he graduated from Macalester College in 1959 with a major in economics. That fall, he began graduate studies at both McCormick Theological Seminary and the University of Illinois in Chicago.

He married Constance Cory Youngberg on May 28, 1960, in St. Paul. Their first daughter Karin was born in 1962, at the Chicago hospital where Connie was a nurse, followed by Heather in 1963, and Erika in 1967.

Inspired by Saul Alinsky, his professor and friend, who penned “Rules for Radicals,” Kris did his graduate-level field work in some of Chicago’s most neglected West Side neighborhoods. In 1963, he completed his master’s degrees in divinity and social work.

He was a community organizer for the Church Federation of Greater Chicago (1963-1966) and executive director of the Interreligious Council of Urban Affairs (1966-1969), before joining the Presbyterian Church USA’s Board of National Missions in New York (1969-1972). Upon returning to the Midwest, he was director of Oak Park’s then-new Community Relations Department amid a difficult period of racial integration (1972-1977); vice president of public affairs at Harris Trust and Savings Bank of Chicago (1977-1988); and then full circle back to McCormick Seminary as vice president for finance and operations (1988-1996). He retired in 1996.

Kris often caught his adversaries off guard with his clear, well-informed well-reasoned arguments that they do right by people. He spoke truth to power. He demanded accountability. He could be very persuasive.

At his high school reunion in 1965, the principal pulled Kris aside “What on earth are you doing down there in Chicago?” Turned out, the FBI’s notorious Red Squad had been following Kris, building a file, and apparently thought (wrongly) this principal might have something juicy to contribute. Truth was, Kris had no intention of inciting a violent insurrection, or whatever the FBI worried about in those heady days. His goal was that all people be treated with dignity and given equal opportunity to thrive. Radical? Yes, but nonviolent to the core.

Amid racial strife in Oak Park, Kris worked tirelessly with grassroots groups to overturn racist and inequitable (and eventually illegal) real estate, bank-lending and employment practices. Bigotry and prejudice periodically followed Kris home, prompting a need for police protection. Oak Park’s leaders had his back.

The department “acquired the reputation as one of the most capable and progressive (community) relations departments in the country,” one local newspaper reported, and Oak Park remains a successful archetype for communities undergoing racial change. Kris’ work in Oak Park was, Jones said, “a most creative and long-lasting ministry.”

At Harris, Kris designed and managed the bank’s new foundation; counseled senior management on community engagement and reinvestment; and demonstrated the importance of engaging and rewarding employees. In so doing, he unwittingly became a sort of corporate conscience at the bank. In the late 1980s, as battles to end apartheid in South Africa escalated, he walked into then-bank president Stanley Harris’ office and boldly declared that the bank must stop buying and selling Krugerrand. Harris agreed. “Done.”

Kris served on numerous nonprofit organizations’ boards, including the National Conference for Community and Justice, the Center for Neighborhood Technology and the Center for Ethics and Corporate Responsibility. He was a teaching elder in Chicago Presbytery, often consulted for guidance on significant decisions, and helped small, struggling urban congregations rebuild. As active Macalester alumni, he and Connie endowed a scholarship program for first-generation college students from the Twin Cities.

Kris was a voracious reader – news, fiction, religious philosophy, history – and a lifelong learner who, with Connie, traveled the world, seeking new perspectives and a deeper grasp of complex issues. After an eye-opening trip to the Middle East in the 1990s, they joined Chicago-area efforts to help Palestinians resecure a piece of their homeland. They were “a unique couple, always on the cutting edge of issues,” Jones said.

In the 1970s, they bought a cabin in Green Lake, WI. An amateur sailor, Kris bought a boat and christened it “Attitude Adjustment.” “Sailing gave me time to reflect, reject worn-out negative thoughts, recalibrate, reposition and be renewed,” he said.

He loved folk songs and hymns, organ music, brass bands and symphonies, and the sound of many diverse voices singing in unison – loudly.

He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s in 2007. Five years later, he and Connie moved to Westminster Place in Evanston, a Presbyterian Home with the continuum of care they knew they’d eventually need. Soon he was organizing there, too, advocating for residents seeking transparency from the administration as chairman of the Residents Council.

Kris worked hard to slow Parkinson’s inevitable progression. He knew he had to “move it or lose it.” He’d always had a dog, so long walks were routine, and workouts at the gym became another habit. When his balance inevitably deteriorated and reaction time slowed, he donated his boat to a sailing school and he and Connie sold the Green Lake house.

“The old green canoe is not too stable,” he wrote. “I cannot get into the kayak. The sailboat is too fast. And I have not figured out how to walk on water.”

Kris was preceded in death by his parents Henry (1904-1965) and Gladys (1906-1978); and sisters Joan Willaman (1931-2015) and Nancy Cooper (1934-2022).

He is survived by his wife, Constance Cory Ronnow of Evanston, IL; daughters Karin Ronnow (Kim Leighton) of Livingston, MT., Heather Ronnow (Rick Kozal) of Elgin, IL., and Erika Ronnow of St. Paul, MN; granddaughter Carmine Abigail of Belfast, Maine; grandson Colter Kozal of Pasadena, CA.; seven beloved nieces and nephews; and countless friends and admirers.

Sensei Gary Janka passed away from Parkinson’s MSA. He leaves his wife Jill, 3 sons-Bill, David and Freddy, a brother Les and sister Linda. Born in Riverside California, raised in Fontana. He was a U.S. Marine veteran, and champion of civil rights. Among many, many other interests and devotions, Sensei Koan was a long-time resident at ZCLA, served as Co-President of the Board of Directors, and as head of the Angulimala Prison Project. He was also, famously, a lover and nurturer of trees, and planted 650 of them in the ZCLA Koreatown neighborhood of Los Angeles and throughout Santa Barbara, especially Honda Valley Park. Prior to becoming a full-time Zen priest, Sensei Koan had a full career as a management and organizational consultant, and held a Ph.D. In Human & Organizational Behavior from the University of California at Santa Barbara.

Edward G. Polansky died Thursday, October 24, 2024, beloved husband of Janet (Isenman) Polansky for 63 devoted years, predeceased by his parents Beatrice (Radnofsky) and Hyman Polansky.

Edward died peacefully in his sleep after a life well-lived with Parkinson's Disease. He was an example and inspiration to so many.

Born in 1938, Ed grew up in Winthrop, Massachusetts where, early on, he nurtured a gift for music, which combined with his extraordinary love of people endeared him to everyone he met. Eddie's personality elicited smiles and laughter from hundreds of friends, relatives, and clients. Of his many gifts, connecting with people was what brought him and those around him the most joy.

Edward graduated from Salem State College and earned a Masters Degree in Education from Boston University. He and Janet endowed a scholarship at Salem State College in their name.

Ed taught briefly, and then became a financial advisor. He worked at Paine Webber, and at A.G. Edwards, where he spent the last 25 years of his successful and satisfying 40 year career.

Ed and his family moved to Wayland in 1969, living there for 20 years before moving to Concord, Massachusetts and eventually Chestnut Hill.

Ed was a founding member of Temple Shir Tikva in Wayland, and sang in their choir for 40 years. He possessed a taste for adventure, and delighted in his passions for music, sailing, flying, motorcycles, and cars.

Ed is survived by his wife Janet, his daughter Deborah Polansky, son-in law Dr. Eric Putnoi, beloved granddaughters Talia and Joia Putnoi, brother David Polansky and sisters-in-law Elaine Polansky and Phyllis Buchsbaum, as well as many adoring nieces and nephews.

The Polansky family and their relatives and friends are so grateful for Eddie, a star whose light will continue to brighten the lives of those who knew and loved him.

Dan John Seaberg, 79, residing in Lakeland, FL passed away from Parkinson's Disease on Thursday, October 24, 2024.

Dan was born on April 06, 1945, at Fairview Riverside Hospital in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He graduated from Gustavus Adolphus College (class of '67) and Alexander Ramsey High School (class of '63). Although working at the Seaberg family furniture store in New Brighton, MN may have sparked his career path in sales and corporate finance, his true passions included fishing, photography, antiques, board games, and vintage cars. He had a soft spot for animals and was kind to all creatures (except mosquitoes!). You could find him enjoying a weekend at the Seaberg cabin up north, fishing with his Alpha Kappa Psi buddies, or attending vintage car shows. He and his wife, Candy, were among the thousands of "snowbirds" that escaped the cold Minnesota winters and the hot Florida summers by splitting their time between their two homes. Spending time with family and friends, doodling, watching the sunset, appreciating live music, dining at restaurants, and meeting new people brought him joy. He was artistically talented in designing house plans, including their Minnesota home, and would have been an excellent Architect. Dan will be remembered as a kind-natured and stubborn Swede with a heart of gold.

Dan is survived by his loving wife, Candace "Candy" Seaberg, his son, James Kevin Beach, his daughter, Kari (David) Dorth, and Candy's children Kris (Chris) Boll, Leslie Chapman, and Greg (Cameryn) Robinson, and grandchildren who lovingly called him "Papa Dan", Gwen, Bradyn, Grace, Noel, Nathan II, Ella, Elise, and Bre. Dan is survived by his sister, Donna (Richard) Madden, and his brother, David (Barb) Seaberg, his niece Nikki Seaberg, his nephew Matt Seaberg, his niece Melissa (Joel) Sundqvist, his nephew Chris (Majelleke) Madden, his former wife, Nancy Seaberg, and his beloved furry friend, Higgins. Dan was preceded in death by his parents, George and Joyce Seaberg, and his sister-in-law, Kathy Seaberg.

Marshall Christian Moore, husband, father, coach, and educator, died from complications of Parkinson's Disease and cancer on October 21, 2024, in Exeter, New Hampshire. Born on November 7, 1956, in Boston, Marshall was the eldest son of Roger Allan Moore and Barbara Wildman Moore. Raised in Massachusetts on Beacon Hill and the Gurnet, Marshall attended Dexter and Groton schools, where he learned to love sports and made friends for life. At Harvard College, he rowed in the undefeated freshman eight, culminating with a dramatic win on July 4, 1976, at the Henley Royal Regatta. He received his A.B. in English in 1979, and later his J.D. from Fordham University. Marshall married Becky Goff in 1981, and together they raised three sons: Nicholas, Davis, and Timothy.

Marshall began his career in education by joining Becky at Choate Rosemary Hall in 1984 where he served as an admission officer, English teacher, and rowing coach. In 1988, he was appointed the Director of Admission and boy's crew coach at Brooks School. During a year in Rennes, France, Marshall led family adventures while Becky taught at SYA. They moved to Exeter in 1995, and Marshall worked as Associate Director for the Harvard College Fund.

In 1990, Marshall was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. Often referring to his condition as "Mr. P," Marshall maintained his customary good humor and resolute optimism as he managed the illness for the rest of his life. He co-founded the Seacoast Parkinson's Support Group, where for eighteen years he and fellow members met each month to share information and community. Throughout these years, he dedicated himself to the "symphony of motion," continuing to row, run, bike, and dance for as long as he was able, even competing at the USA Track & Field Masters Championships in 2004.

Most of all, Marshall loved to be on the water, where he imparted rowing wisdom, as well as an appreciation for river wildlife (and his favorite dance music). After Choate and Brooks, Marshall coached at Phillips Exeter Academy, Great Bay Rowing, and Community Rowing. In his later years as a coach emeritus at Exeter, he continued to ride the launches on the Squamscott River, lending his keen eye and sharing words of inspiration to athletes and other coaches alike.

Beyond his sporting pursuits, Marshall admired beauty of many kinds. Along with dealing in antiques, he collected paintings and furnishings for his family's home in Exeter. Forever observant, he also developed his voice on the page by writing poetry and short stories. By example, he taught his sons to appreciate design, art, writing, and all things sweet - especially his signature chocolate chip cookies and whiskey sours.

Marshall is survived by his wife M. Rebecca "Becky" Moore, his three sons, Nicholas W. Moore (Irina Eremenko), Davis H. Moore (Liza Williams), and Timothy C. Moore (F Taylor Colantonio), his two grandchildren, Sylvia and Winslow, his mother Barbara Moore, his sister Elizabeth Faria, his two brothers Taft and Allan Moore, as well as many other dear and extended family. Marshall will be remembered for his competitive spirit, equanimity, humor, and kindness.

"It's a great art, is rowing. It's the finest art there is. It's a symphony of motion. And when you're rowing well, why it's nearing perfection. And when you reach perfection, you're touching the Divine. It touches you of yous, which is your soul." George Pocock