Yesterday was a beautiful day and Joe's friends gathered at his house to eat and drink with him one last time. Everyone I talked with had some wonderful story to tell about Joe. He touched all our lives in special ways. He entertained us, he made us laugh, he cooked for us, he listened when we wanted to talk.
Everytime I've thought about Joe in the last few days, Frank Sinatra singing the song My Way has played in my head.
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Most of his ashes have been scattered along with yellow rose petals in the San Miguel he loved and some will go back home with family. I'll miss him everyday in many ways but I think having known Joe will also make me laugh more often, live a life filled with more color, be more generous and most of all cherish friends and family even more.
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Joseph Stiffler, R.I.P.
A brilliant light has gone out. Our dear friend Joe Stiffler died Tuesday here in San Miguel de Allende. Joe felt like a life long friend although we probably have only known him for six or seven years. Actually I felt we knew him before we met him. He and a business partner had rented a house here that they shared. A couple of months for David and a couple of months for Joe. I met David and some of his friends and they all talked about "Just wait until you meet Joe." My expectations of Joe paled to the real thing.
Joe dressed in bright colors, wore shorts most of the time. Spikey white hair. Black rimmed glasses, baby blue eyes, and a deep tan. He was always remembered in every shop he went to. Joe was a collector and had been all his life. His Mexican folk art collection is outstanding but that isn't all he collected. He had collections from the USA, Africa and Japan as well. He had been an interior designer with an architectural firm and his sense of color and style was perfect. And he loved color. While he was here we saw him in three different houses and each one was transformed with color.
But the most wonderful thing about Joe was his warmth and generosity with everyone. If someone needed something, Joe would take care of it. When I broke my ankle, Joe decided that Ned needed help taking care of me so he sent his gardener over one day a week to help so Ned didn't have to worry about the garden. While we were in Texas while Ned had medical treatment, some graffiti was painted on the house. Joe matched the paint and had the gardener paint over it. I think everyone who knew Joe could tell a story about his generosity.
If Joe brought food to a party it was "decorated." I remember one Christmas when he arrived with a basket of some kind of goodies and the basket was decorated with colorful paper swirls. It was a work of art. No one wanted to eat anything out of the basket because it was so beautiful. Joe was energy. Joe was color. Joe was excitement. When Joe arrived it was time for the party to begin.
Joe and I liked to cook and somehow we started teasing about whose food was better. It spurred each of us on. Joe was formidable competition. One year I made a mistake and gave Joe a cooking magazine filled with chocolate recipes. That started a stampede. Which ever one of us cooked one of the recipes first "owned" the recipe. And a few times we gave a party together and it was always fun to collaborate with him. But our friendship with Joe also included a lot of small dinners and long conversations.
A couple of years ago, six of us traveled to Guatemala. Joe was a great traveling companion. He would disappear while we were shopping and when he came back he had found this out-of-the-way fabric shop or leather shop or folk art piece to share with the rest of us. I don't know how he did it. His sense of style just seemed to lead him to the unique places even if he didn't speak the language.
One Christmas when we arrived in Houston, Betsy, my daughter-in-law asked what Joe was doing for Christmas. We said he was complaining that all of his friends were leaving for the holidays. Betsy picked up the phone and called him to invite him to join us. Joe could do things on the spur of the moment and he said yes. He became a part of a wonderful family Christmas. Of course, he found out things about us that he could tease us about for the next two years.
There are so many more stories to tell but I'll stop. Joe was a unique soul, a wonderful and generous friend. I'll miss him everyday.
To read some other stories about Joe, click here and here.
Joe dressed in bright colors, wore shorts most of the time. Spikey white hair. Black rimmed glasses, baby blue eyes, and a deep tan. He was always remembered in every shop he went to. Joe was a collector and had been all his life. His Mexican folk art collection is outstanding but that isn't all he collected. He had collections from the USA, Africa and Japan as well. He had been an interior designer with an architectural firm and his sense of color and style was perfect. And he loved color. While he was here we saw him in three different houses and each one was transformed with color.
But the most wonderful thing about Joe was his warmth and generosity with everyone. If someone needed something, Joe would take care of it. When I broke my ankle, Joe decided that Ned needed help taking care of me so he sent his gardener over one day a week to help so Ned didn't have to worry about the garden. While we were in Texas while Ned had medical treatment, some graffiti was painted on the house. Joe matched the paint and had the gardener paint over it. I think everyone who knew Joe could tell a story about his generosity.
If Joe brought food to a party it was "decorated." I remember one Christmas when he arrived with a basket of some kind of goodies and the basket was decorated with colorful paper swirls. It was a work of art. No one wanted to eat anything out of the basket because it was so beautiful. Joe was energy. Joe was color. Joe was excitement. When Joe arrived it was time for the party to begin.
Joe and I liked to cook and somehow we started teasing about whose food was better. It spurred each of us on. Joe was formidable competition. One year I made a mistake and gave Joe a cooking magazine filled with chocolate recipes. That started a stampede. Which ever one of us cooked one of the recipes first "owned" the recipe. And a few times we gave a party together and it was always fun to collaborate with him. But our friendship with Joe also included a lot of small dinners and long conversations.
A couple of years ago, six of us traveled to Guatemala. Joe was a great traveling companion. He would disappear while we were shopping and when he came back he had found this out-of-the-way fabric shop or leather shop or folk art piece to share with the rest of us. I don't know how he did it. His sense of style just seemed to lead him to the unique places even if he didn't speak the language.
One Christmas when we arrived in Houston, Betsy, my daughter-in-law asked what Joe was doing for Christmas. We said he was complaining that all of his friends were leaving for the holidays. Betsy picked up the phone and called him to invite him to join us. Joe could do things on the spur of the moment and he said yes. He became a part of a wonderful family Christmas. Of course, he found out things about us that he could tease us about for the next two years.
There are so many more stories to tell but I'll stop. Joe was a unique soul, a wonderful and generous friend. I'll miss him everyday.
To read some other stories about Joe, click here and here.
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