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(March 19, 2004)
Kingston won't be the same without Russ McAdams. Our town lost a valued neighbor
and friend with his passing. I first met Russ and his wife Dolly more than
twenty years ago. Their daughter Debbie Mueller and her husband John are
longtime friends.
It was soon after we had met them that Susan
and I were introduced to the McAdams family and were welcomed into their home
and circle of friends.
Russ was a straight-talking, self-made man who
knew a lot about many things. He could argue politics or world events with the
best of them. He was someone who said what he meant and meant what he said. He
loved fishing, boating and was known to enjoy flying an airplane or two. And
without argument, he knew more about servicing and installing oil burners and
furnaces than anyone within 100 miles.
Many an area homeowner - and more than a few
businesses (including a church and school or two!) can thank Russ's expertise
for getting them through a cold winter.
For 58 years Russ and Dolly called Kingston
home, much of that time at their house on Summer Street. The real "townies" will
recall Russ from the days when he operated his own service station at the
location of the present-day Dana's on Summer Street. The work that he is best
known for, though, is his servicing of oil burners, a trade he practiced
actively until last year.
He was a craftsman who understood the
importance of giving good value. In fact, his labor rates were so reasonable
that one contractor routinely paid Russ twice the amount he asked for, to make
sure that Russ was compensated adequately for his efforts. His daughter Debbie's
comments were echoed by other family members when she said, "It was never about
the money where Dad was concerned."
I can attest to that personally. Russ kept our
old, tired furnace alive for many years longer than we had a right to expect,
and when it was finally time to install the new one, I practically had to beg
him to let us pay him for his labor. I've always believed there were more than a
few hours that somehow didn't show up on that invoice. "We'll worry about it
later," he said. "I want to make sure you kids are all set first."
Putting aside the fact that as a man in my
fifties, anyone who calls me 'kid' is automatically my hero, the gesture spoke
volumes of Russ's style. It was this side of Russ McAdams that people mentioned
so many times at his memorial service - a man with a generous spirit who loved
helping others.
People also remembered his great love for his
wife Dolly as well as daughters Debbie, Sandy and Dolly and their families. His
fellow Mayflower Congregational Church members recalled Russ as a real "go to"
guy.
Whether it was for his church, the schools, or
to aid a homeowner whose boiler quit unexpectedly during the middle of the
winter, Russ was there. Most recently, his efforts were focused on helping with
the new Kingston Animal Shelter. His hard work earned the appreciation of our
Board of Selectmen, who honored Russ for his volunteerism at a ceremony last
year.
Russ was poignantly eulogized by a number of
people - his son-in-law John, his granddaughter's husband Brian, fellow church
member Nancy Sheerin, and Rev. Wayne Earl, among others. Although each shared
different remembrances of Russ, each honored the life of a man who had
influenced them in a positive way. Russ was described as a man of strong faith
and character, a man who loved his family, and a man who loved to help other
people.
A friend who had known Russ as long as I have
leaned over after the service and said, "I didn't realize how much about Russ I
didn't know." I felt the same way. In large part that is a tribute to Russ's
nature. He was an unsung hero who simply didn't believe in making a big deal out
of all the good and generous acts that he did.
In times when it can seem difficult to find
"good news" in the midst of all that happens around us, it is fitting to reflect
on the life of a good and honorable man, and to say how fortunate Kingston was
to have had him as a part of our community for so many years. And I will always
consider it a privilege to have had him as a friend. |