In Memory

Alan Tabor Snyder



 
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09/21/09 08:10 PM #1    

Hal Peters

There's a million stories I could tell about one of my all-time best friends in grammer and high school. Alan and I really hit it off right from the get-go. His Mom and Dad were like parents to me. Mine were like parents to him.

Alan decided somewhere early on that he wanted to be a doctor. His sister Sheryl's death at the age of 9 in 1964 had alot to do with that. I can't imagine how his parents, and his brother Craig and sister Cathy dealt with the death of 2 children\siblings.

I remember going upstate with Alan in either his Austin Healey Sprite or my Olds. What memories.... - We did alot of good stuff together. he was a great golf pal and when his Dad moved the family to Japan for a year I was like a lost pup without him. The day after he got home we played golf and it was like he had never left. We used to hide beer in the pole vault pit at night and drink it during lunch while running the track to work off zeroes accumulated as part of the scheme.

Alan was such a big part of my life that my Son Hal was christened with the middle name Alan in memory and honor of him.

Alan died tragically in Indiana in the summer of 1969, just a few short months after he was married. I still visit his grave in Hackensack and will always miss his humor and great frienship.

Hal Peters

08/27/14 09:19 PM #2    

Lee Bennett Berman

Alan was my best friend in the latter part of grade school from about 4th grade through our freshman year in Pascack Valley.  I was in his house practically every day in that period.  I joined the Snyders on family outings.  Once on an outing to Harriman State Park I was in the back of their station waggon.  The back seat faced backward toward the tailgate.  They don't make them that way now for some reason.  I did not realize at the time how I would respond to riding backward.  Alan spent his entire sophmore year in Singapore (not Japan).  His father worked for Esso and had to be in Singapore for the year.  I corresponded with Alan on very thin paper supplied by the post office which folded into a low-cost envelope that could be mailed to anywhere in the world.  When Alan returned we remained friends but were never close again.  Lee Berman


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