Saturday, July 14, 2018

FRIEND ALFRED

Dr. Alfred Ames: 1916 - 2007

Dr. Alfred Ames, a former Chicago Tribune writer whose glowing review launched James Herriot's book "All Creatures Great and Small" onto the best-sellers list, was a lifelong book lover who spent his retirement years volunteering at a church library.
"We have books from floor to ceiling in our house," said his wife, Violet, a librarian Dr. Ames met at his Florida retirement community. "He has given away so many; you wouldn't believe it."
Dr. Ames, 91, who wrote for the Tribune for 30 years, died Monday, Aug. 27, in Ft. Myers, Fla., of complications from abdominal surgery, his wife said.
About six weeks earlier, Dr. Ames donated his collection of letters from veterinarian James Alfred Wight, who wrote under the pen name James Herriot, to the museum in England that bears Herriot's name.
Wight always credited Dr. Ames' 1972 rave for "All Creatures Great and Small" in the Tribune with making his writing career a success. Wight noted his appreciation in a letter he sent Dr. Ames on Sept. 23, 1974.
"Another thing I shall never lose is the deep knowledge of my indebtedness to you and your professional skill because I am convinced that without Alfred Ames I would never have got off the ground," Wight wrote.
Dr. Ames was the first major reviewer in the U.S. to give notice to Herriot's book, Violet Ames said. "The New York Times kind of ignored it until St. Martin's Press ran a full-page ad of Alfred's [Tribune] review in the New York Times," she said.
Dr. Ames, who joined the Tribune staff in 1951, was a book reviewer for five years. He enjoyed doing it so much that he continued the task after becoming an editorial writer, a position he held for 25 years.
"He was always amazed the way he fit in there because he was not a dyed-in-the-wool Republican like most others," Violet Ames said. "He is much more liberal-minded."
A Quaker and pacifist who was a conscientious objector during World War II, Dr. Ames was a stark contrast to Col. Robert R. McCormick, the Tribune's longtime editor and publisher.
Dr. Ames did not often write about politics, however, said Jack Fuller, a former Tribune editor and publisher who worked with Dr. Ames on the editorial board. He generally focused on education, the environment and civil liberties.
"He had a very solid sort of moral sense about him, which reflected itself, not only in his writing, but in the passion in which he debated points on the editorial board," Fuller said.
While working at the Tribune, Dr. Ames taught classes at Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism, where Fuller was one of his students.
"He was a very exacting, very good teacher," Fuller said. "He had a very clear sense of not only simple, elegant prose, but also the difference between gushing opinion and clarity of expression that might carry a point with it."
From 1936 to 1944, Dr. Ames was on the faculty of the University of Illinois, where he had received his master's degree and doctorate. He taught at the Illinois Institute of Technology from 1944 to 1951.
After retiring from the Tribune in the early 1980s, Dr. Ames moved to North Carolina and then Ft. Myers. He continued to send his former colleagues letters when he saw articles they wrote that interested him.
Steve Chapman, a Tribune editorial writer and columnist, received a letter in June that Dr. Ames had written on a typewriter.
"I am glad that you are having a long tenure there, which I know from experience can be rewarding and happy," Dr. Ames wrote.
Dr. Ames' first wife, Nell Ames, died in 1992.
Other than Violet, Dr. Ames leaves no immediate survivors.
A memorial service will be held at 10:15 a.m. Saturday at the chapel of the Village Church at Shell Point Retirement Community in Ft. Myers.
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kkridel@tribune.com

Friday, July 13, 2018

Oh! the Ocean

Tuesday, October 30, 2007
From Reflections of a Happy Old Man

Fabulous, man!
We were rolling at 5:30, hit the beach a little after 7. We would have missed sunrise by about 10 minutes, if there had been any sunrise. This part of the FL coast almost always has a cloud bank on the eastern horizon at that time of day. So we watched an angry sea in a 40 mile wind, and in 20 minutes the sun emerged over the clouds.

This morning there were ripple-like clouds in the sky, and the hidden sun painted them with delicate pastel colors-- for only a few minutes; we were glad we were there.
Comfortably togged out in the big coat sister Joel had given me after Austin died; Ellie had less covering and had to find a protected nook. 15 minutes there in the wind made the whole trip well worth while, but there's more!
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Sunday, November 04, 2007

The First Osprey

Sunday we went to Meeting as usual. 30 minutes of silence; then Ellie began what proved to be a lengthy message about our visit to the beach, majoring on our experience with the ospreys.

As I listened, I began to wonder if a spiritual message might be forthcoming, and indeed Ellie spoke of the joy of such experiences, always coming from God. Then silence.

Ellie was so right. She inspired me to follow her lead as usual, and after a decent interval to make my contribution:

We are the fish of the sea; God is an Osprey. From the sky he watches us, waiting patiently for the propitious moment. Then like a rock he falls upon, takes us in his loving arms.

We wonder what may happen next. In the course of time we come to see that God means us to help in the ongoing work of Creation. Finally we realize that we are Co-creators with God. Is there any higher calling?
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The ospreys! ! Oh my! They would hang in that gale like you may sit in your living room. They got back behind the water, luring the fish to the surface (the wind was driving the fish right to the osprey's table!). About 150 feet above the surface they would drift against the wind (really!) until suddenly--wham! Down like a dive bomber' I mean straight down, vertically! They lazily stop an inch above the surface, delicately dip their beat into the water (or is it their claw?) and rise into the air with a good sized fish. High into the air they would rise and go off somewhere to enjoy breakfast, or maybe to feed the babies.

The day progressed with complete satisfaction. We drove up the coast to St. Augustine. This is one of the few places on the East Coast (aside from South Florida) where you can drive along and enjoy the waves, the birds, God's good earth almost like it was in the beginning.