The Family of Harold Ringel
Nov 18, 2017 5:20 AM
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Sep 12, 2017 10:30 AM
A crisp Navy uniform, big howls of laughter, short shrift for the short-sighted, he and I crawling the floor at 111 Carolina in Dewey Beach trying to find my eyeglasses' lost hinge screw, which by miracle we did. The special warmth he shared with Mom and the jade earrings he brought her from his service in the Far East. Eating pizza at Nicola's in Rehoboth, and Harold's hilarious criticism of the Shapiro's affection for Nicola's competitor, Grotto Pizza. Love of food, a family trait, but Harold brought a particular zest. Careful interest in world events and national politics. Calling BS for what it is. A good and honest man. My uncle who always arrived with energy and excitement.
Sep 13, 2017 09:13 AM
My Uncle Harold, Hesch! as my mother Esther would happily call out to him. The last of 5 siblings, each with giant personalities and none bigger than Harold. He would "suffer no fools" for sure, and at the same time was a warm and funny person who especially loved his children Adam and Rachel, and all of our extended family. I remember raking leaves in Hollin Hills at their home ( the high tech one with heating pipes in the floor )as one of my first jobs as a kid. He and his wife Leah both smoked Parliament cigarettes with these cool green containers. He had a Rambler Ambassador as I recall, not your typical car back then. Harold was a special person, not driven by the wind, very strong and very opinionated regarding what was right. He believed in the dignity of people, he was righteous and he could see BS a mile away.
Harold was proud of his Service in the United States Navy, but his personality was not molded by that experience I think, more likely he impacted those around him to think for themselves, and to be Just.
He loved a good meal, the more spice the better. He was quick to laugh and to call out nonsense. His eyebrow was often arched as if to be at the ready to let you know that he knew. Being around Harold was fun, was interesting and energizing. He was interested in you, and what you were about. Harold had a great sense of humor, and I will forever miss him, with a lasting image of a person who loved laughter and insisted on clarity. He loved being near the ocean and his persona was that big too.
Lynn Shapiro Kass
Sep 14, 2017 12:00 PM
Harold! As a child of the Great Depression, as a radar officer in his Navy service in the Korean War, and in his work as a psychologist for the Armed Services, Harold developed a profound awareness of social and political issues, and he sustained this awareness throughout his life. Harold brought an alert and discerning intelligence to his strong moral values and lifelong commitment to social justice, including outrage at bigotry in all its forms.
He told me of his deep love for Rachel and Adam, and for his grandchildren, Turin, Miles, and Mariel. He had lifelong affection for his sister (my mother) Esther. Throughout their lives, wherever and whenever Harold and Esther met, they shared cocktails and cigarettes, along with spirited conversation, punctuated by laughter. Harold was a great social dancer, and I recall Esther and Harold "lookin' smooth" at any family occasion where they had the chance to be on the dance floor.
I join my brothers in fond childhood memories of his vitality, and our happy anticipation of any visit with Harold. There was bound to be good natured debate about the issues of the day, interspersed with great jokes. Harold always showed genuine interest in each of us, and our thoughts about the issues of the day.
Pre-cell phone, he would telephone for long discussions about philosophy, history, and the paradoxes inherent in actualizing ideals into realities, both in political and personal life.
Harold! A deep, caring, and thoughtful man. He wanted the world to be a better place, and to that end, he valued personal connection as well as social action.
Sep 14, 2017 03:35 PM
Somehow I did not have the opportunities to come to know Harold as well or closely as my cousins did. Clearly, my regrettable loss! But here is what I do remember. Definitely the cigarettes, and a good beer, drink or two. Absolutely the raised eyebrow, signaling his awareness of BS when one was trying to put one over on him. (Not even remotely possible to get away with it with Harold.) And his distinctive laugh -- a common, wonderful trait among him and his siblings. More importantly, I remember his true kindness and love for me and my sister. We were always treated in a manner that left me feeling loved, cherished and respected. But once David and I got in some trouble when staying over at his house in Hollin Hills (we were pre-teens), and I can sure remember learning that you don't fool around with Harold! He could be "terrifyingly" cross (in a good way, and justifiably, no doubt, given the hijinks we would try to pull on him), but he would just as readily forgive, laugh it off and continue to bestow love. I will certainly miss him.
Sep 14, 2017 04:47 PM
Dear Rachel and Adam,
Your father's famous BS radar, mentioned by our cousins, was linked at its origin to his respect for people. I was always impressed by his ability to communicate that respect by his unfailing interest in whatever was going on with me, which I think he showed to anyone he cared for. He applied the same standards to himself as to others - he meant what he said and said what he meant, and he meant it when he laughed. Although it is uncharacteristic for me, (and especially for me as a Ringel) beyond this I find myself at a loss for words, except to say I'm sorry Harold is gone and I am thinking of you.
Sep 15, 2017 12:49 AM
I can't think of Harold without thinking about his visits to our place in Delaware. Whenever he came, he brought with him such a positive vibe, which I always loved, and deeply felt. The whole house was energized when he was around, and it felt like something great could happen at any time. I imagine it was in part the result of the close relationship he had with my mother, Esther, but it was also just something that radiated from him.
Feasts replete with Delaware sweet corn and tomatoes around the old white table at Dewey! To this day, I have never met anyone with a higher tolerance for spicy food.
Harold was the one who brought the cuckoo clock to us, all the way from Germany. I was fascinated with that thing as a kid!
As the youngest, I don't have some of the memories that my siblings, Lynn, Marc, and David do (I wish I did!), but in the sharing of theirs, I was able to learn more than I knew about Harold, including one tidbit I was very pleased to find out about, that he was a fine dancer!
Harold....Class Act, all the way.
Sep 21, 2017 06:23 PM
Harold was a neighbor and always out walking his dog. I would often find him in the library, sitting and reading magazines. He was always courteous but brief in his greetings. RIP Harold, we will remember you fondly.