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W. Clinton Creasy
In Memory of
W. Clinton
Creasy
1944 - 2017
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Condolence From: Delia O'Connor
Condolence: Clinton had a treasured picture of himself riding shotgun on a high, tourist, horse drawn touring carriage in Southern Germany,in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. One year he sent it out as a holiday card. He looks royal, and radiant with satisfaction at his good fortune and handsomeness. He always spoke of that vacation, and that destination as a favorite. It always made me smile to see that image, and thrill to his enthusiasm and sense of mastery at that moment.

Clinton loved to speak French and bits of German, including to his beloved dog, Max. In the years when he traveled on regular large trips at least annually, he booked river cruises operated by European companies, partly because they were a good value, and also because he was thrown in with non Americans on whom he could focus his continental charm. He did not like the idea of the ordinary, or potential parochialism, he might find on a Viking River Cruise. He preferred to take his chances with Germans, French, Norwegians, Eastern Europeans.
Whenever he took a cruise, he booked some category of First Class, even if it was somewhat subordinate to the very fanciest suites. "I have spent my whole life taking care of people," he'd say. "And when I spend my hard earned money and go on a trip, I want someone to wait on me!" He delighted in luxury, and also leading an educated life, being conversant with the great Europeaan capitals and countries. He delighted in many, many things.

Anyone who knew Clinton as I did, since he started cutting my hair just after college (45 years ago)understood his unbreakable and important ties to his family from North Carolina, and how it shaped him, even in his oppositional posture to parts of his growing up. "As an adult I spent years in therapy," he'd say, "so I can get along with people who needed it more than I did..." He was referring to his clients, with whom he had lifelong interchanges. Clinton could be touchy and unreasonable, but he was also capable of great passions, generosity, and warmth. He was a deeply progressive man, politically. He was very loyal to his clients. He loved to eat out at his favorite restaurant of the moment, most recently Legal's Harborside, where he moved slowly from car to front entrance with his oxygen in tow. He loved it there because the valets and maitre d' treated him gently, and with respect. He loved being treated well. It made him feel good and it gave him a huge lift.
One of the best, most laudable things about Clinton was that he was not a complainer, at least in my presence. He was incredibly judgmental, but he was not big on self pity, probably because he knew it was unbecoming. By the end he didn't have any money, or any energy, or much dignity left about his person. But he kept working for his dwindling number of clients, in his apartment. He kept cutting hair, unself-conscious about the condition of his apartment, how he looked, or what his prospects were. "I'm going to work until I drop dead," he told me occasionally over the years. "Because I have no choice!" he said merrily. Clinton would give one a blow by blow about his doctor's visits, his procedures, his medications, and transient ideas about how to arrest his deteriorating health, but I think we all knew which way this was going, and at how much of a clip.
Two of the indelible memories of Clinton:
--how much he loved his dog, Max, and Max's predecessor, Princess. I'm not even a dog person and I tear up and am overwhelmed by their mutual devotion.
--his love of cutting hair. I heard that one of his nieces asked for and is receiving his scissors. Wonderful. The man could give a good haircut, and he knew it, and took enormous pleasure in it until the end. I will forgive him his very last haircut on me, several days before he died, when I am not sure he could really even see my head, given his lack of oxygen, his gross unsteadiness on his feet. He even asked me to blow dry my own hair (a first in 45 years) and covered by saying he wanted to make sure I knew how to do it. He was dying, but he wasn't about to complain to me. I will never forget him.
Wednesday March 08, 2017
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