I first met Roy at the OAH in St Louis in 1989 when I was a grad student. He was staffing the Radical History Review card table outside the main exhibition area selling subscriptions. I introduced myself and told him I had read his article on, from…

I first met Roy in 1983, serving then as the liaison librarian to the history department. I had gone up to his office on the fifth floor of the library and introduced myself--explaining that I was there to do whatever I could to better enable the…

One memory has returned to me several times over the past two weeks. Roy and I met to discuss the status of the project late last summer, when he was just back from one of his treatments. We met in his office; seeing him for the first time in six…

I arrived at George Mason University in July of 2005, a wet-behind-the-ears, just-graduated librarian stuck with the thankless task of running a new institutional repository.

Even before I met him, his presence and CHNM's on campus gave me…

I first "met" Roy when I initially encountered the CHNM web site, back in 1998. I was just starting to ride the IT wave of the late nineties, but had long pondered grad school. I was casting about for ideas on how to combine my interests in…

In 1997, I was lucky to join Roy and Deborah on the ASA delegation of scholars to the Japanese Association for American Studies meeting. Traveling with Roy was a delight, the perfect occasion for his combination of curiousity and wit. What I…

I’ve learned so much from reading all the entries here, but it’s also reinforced what we all already knew—Roy was a unique, wonderful person who enriched the lives of many hundreds of people through friendship and personal contact,…

During the late 1960s and early 1970s Roy was my constant companion, my dear friend and, for a time, my husband. The outpouring of grief and love expressed in the many notes about Roy that have been left here is not surprising. Roy was as good a…