We recently heard about Harry Voigt's dying. I will mourn him and miss him more than many, as we were classmates in art school at U. of I. at the same time.
He was a very fine artist and always so kind to me. We'd often share soft drinks at a shop next to where we had most of our art classes. I doubt if we were ever in the same class at the same time; he may have had a slightly different major than I.
But we were old friends nevertheless. He's had health problems like so many of us, but he was always someone I could go to with art problems. I'm impressed that he was able to make a living with his skill in art.
When Toni Seidelmann and I created our calendar in the 1980s, we relied on Harry for his knowledgeable, artistic help. Our calendar was short-lived as Toni wanted to get back to teaching, so we published our last one in 1991. We both were very happy with Harry's guidance.
Our paths converged again when my husband met him on the tennis courts. I have no doubt that Harry was a good player. With my health problems this past year, I was not aware that Harry was having problems. I'd like to have visited him while he was still alive. There will be no funeral. I'm fairly sure this was his wish. I'm certain that his family and Hannah, his wife, must be devastated by the loss. She is a fine person, as Harry was.