Arthur Edward Young

The Rite of Christian Burial

For

Arthur Edward Young The Reverend Father Joseph A. Harmon, Presiding

Organ Prelude................................................................................................................................................... Mr. Philip Field, Organist Reception of Body Opening Sentences Hymn .............................................................................................................................. LEVAS* 106 “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” Opening Prayer ....................................................................................................................................................................................................

A Reading from Wisdom 3:1-5, 9 Psalm 23 A Reading from Romans 8:14-19, 34-35, 37-39 The Gospel: John 6:37-40 Homily ............................................................................................................................. The Reverend Father Joseph A. Harmon Apostles Creed ................................................................................................................................................................................... BCP: 496 Prayers of the People ...................................................................................................................................................................... BCP: 497 The Great Thanksgiving (Eucharistic Prayer) .................................................................................................................... BCP: 361 Offertory Hymn ............................................................................................................. LEVAS* 72 “Just A Closer Walk With Thee” The Lord’s Prayer Communion Solo........................................................................................................................ “Ave Maria”, Ms. Janice Jones, soloist Post Communion Prayer Family Tributes ........................ Wilbur Hobbs, Darnley Beckles, Jr., Marie Richardson, and Amy McCampbell Baluzy Reading of the Obituary ......................................................................................................................................... Deborah Sims Wood The Rite of Commendation: ......................................................................................................................................................... BCP: 499 Closing Hymn ................................................................................................................................ LEVAS* 38 “The Old Rugged Cross” Organ Postlude ................................................................................................................................................. Mr. Philip Field, Organist *LEVAS: Lift Every Voice and Sing Hymnal *BCP: Book of Common Prayer Interment (private) Rosedale Cemetery 408 Orange Road, Montclair, New Jersey In lieu of �lowers, the family requests the donations be made to Virginia State University

The Life Reflection

Arthur Edward Young, affectionately known as “Pickles”, departed this life on Monday, June 29, 2015. The only child of Lula, a domestic, and Arthur Young, a pullman porter, Arthur was born on Monday, January 10, 1921 in New York City. He was raised in the Paul Lawrence Dunbar Garden Apartments where he made many lifelong friends.

Arthur graduated from DeWitt Clinton High School where he lettered in track as an anchor-man at 440 yards.

As he often liked to boast, his letter has remained on display in the school museum. Continuing his education, Arthur enrolled in Virginia State College for Negroes, which at the time was the least expensive historically black college costing only $250 a year. At Virginia State Arthur pledged Alpha Phi Alpha and was quite the accomplished “Lindy Hopper”.

As World War II loomed, Arthur signed up for the Army Reserve Corps in 1942 and was called up for reserve duty in 1943 along with 30 classmates. He was stationed at Camp Lee, Virginia for two years, then on to Oahu, Hawaii. With an honorary discharge in 1943, Arthur decided to embark on a career in law and attended New York Law School. Successfully passing the state bar, Arthur worked for the Department of Welfare until he passed the exam for Senior Court Of�icer. After ten years at the New York Supreme Court, Arthur went to the Queens County Municipal Court as a law secretary to Judge Fred Hammer. Later, Arthur worked as an attorney at the United States Department of HUD from which he retired in 1983. Additionally, having been commissioned in the Army, Arthur spent thirty–two years in the Army Reserves, rising to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel upon retirement.

Circa 1954, Arthur married lovely Wanda Worrell who he knew from the early days at the “Dunbar”. The couple raised three children and resided in St. Albans, Queens for sixteen years until their divorce.

Although a “die hard” New Yorker, Arthur moved across the river to East Orange, New Jersey. Always a “man about town” Arthur reconnected with his friends, Bernie and Gene Sims in Orange, New Jersey, occasionally stopping by for a nightcap, conversation and old memories. After Gene’s death in 1983, Arthur and Bernie later started stepping out as friends and ultimately developed a lifelong companionship of twenty-�ive years until her death in 2007. Together they enjoyed travels throughout the world. They summered on the Costa del Sol, Spain, and Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard. They stayed in a yurt in Mongolia, rode the Orient Express in China, steered a barge down the English canals, and celebrated their 80th birthdays in Antarctica.

As much as Arthur loved travel, he was devoted to Camp Atwater, Massachusetts, the Urban League sponsored camp for Negro children, that he �irst attended as a young camper and later a counselor until college. He thrived from the fellowship, camaraderie, culture and eternal friendships. It was at camp that Arthur �irst learned his tennis skills and marksmanship, eventually joining the NRA. As an adult, Arthur gave his time tirelessly supporting Atwater as a Board member for many years and always looked forward to his annual visits to the camp in the summer. He was the perennial Atwater camper!

All who knew Arthur can agree that Arthur enjoyed his martinis!! Any social occasion was an excuse to imbibe in the pleasures of a few drinks, and a few more. Attired in Brooks Brother’s apparel, cocktail in hand, Arthur loved a good party with his many friends. He could regale all ages with his tales of Harlem, World War II, Atwater, trash talk, and a dirty joke. Arthur was a hoot!

Arthur Edward Young is survived by: his children, Karen Young and Dawn Barr (son David, predeceased his father); Bernie’s children, Cheryl S. McCampbell, Deborah S. Wood, Valerie “Missy” S. Willard; seven grandchildren, Amy M. Baluzy, Dr. Beth M. Kelly, Scott McCampbell, Adam Wood, Jordan, Jillian, and Jenna Willard; one greatgrandaughter, Cara Baluzy; and Anice “Toni” Ward, his dear close companion of the last seven years, with whom he shared more travels, good company and new friends.

In honor of our beloved Arthur, please stand with the family to raise a �inal toast to “Pickles” HERE’S TO A LONG LIFE AND A MERRY ONE A QUICK DEATH AND A HAPPY ONE A GOOD GIRL AND A PRETTY ONE A COLD DRINK AND ANOTHER ONE He will be greatly missed….

ODE TO A PICKLE On January 10, 1921 The life of Arthur E. Young had begun ‘Twas a cold Harlem night And no one could prepare When they slapped that black tush They heard: “Pickle is here!”

He slipped on his loafers And his suit from Brooks Brothers With a tip of his hat And a kiss to his mother He set off in the world Yes his mark he would make!

From the Dunbar apartments He then hit Virginia State.

He pledged Alpha Phi Alpha Ice ice baby too cold (‘Course the chant now would be Ice ice baby too old!)

He was called to the law Went and got his JD Talk and argue all day, Man how hard can that be?!

But it’s not all just hard work For our hero, our Pickle There is way more to life Than just making a nickel.

He’s devoted to friends And to Karen his daughter And he’s a perennial favorite At his beloved Atwater.

Just like his namesake He is salty and tart But underneath the piss and vinegar Is a warm and big heart Of martinis he’s fond Shaken up in a jigger So let’s all raise our glass To that 90 year old nigger!

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