Herbert Camburn was a generous, kind, thoughtful man with a heart of gold. Whenever Herb came to one of our family gatherings he ALWAYS brought a book or two as a gift to my nephew, making sure Matthew had great books to read. When a boy who lived a few doors down from Herb indicated that he couldn't write cursive letters, Herb taught him, a little bit each day. He was forever the educator. And Herb was fun-loving. One night when my parents and Herb and I went to California Pizza Kitchen for dinner, we got out of the car, Herb grabbed my hand and said, "Let's skip!", and we did. A well-bred Renaissance man with a terrific sense of humor and play.
Herb was an artist – a costume designer, set designer, artistic director, and he taught thousands of college students over the years, many of whom have gone on to their own award-winning careers. Herb was also a terrific cook, and a SUPERB baker, something he learned from his mother back on their farm in Michigan. He made pies for our family's holiday feasts, and brought the strawberries for our Easter dinner dessert. Did you know that it's better to cut up strawberries that are going to be "sugared" by using a spoon instead of a knife? It pulls out more of the juices. He made wonderful gravy on Thanksgiving, and gee, just THE BEST APPLE PIE I'VE EVER TASTED.
As I said earlier, Herb had a heart of gold. One Thanksgiving week I lost both of my cats to a severe infection, and when he arrived that Thanksgiving morning, he gave me a check to help pay for the veterinarian bills. A couple of years ago when my car was stolen and totaled, I needed to buy a new car. Again, so generously, he gave me a check to help with the payments for my new car, because he knew I was having a difficult time financially. He didn't want to make a fuss, and he didn't want "credit" – he just wanted to quietly, privately, do me that incredible kindness, because that's the kind of man Herb was.
I miss Herb's daily emails, from which I learned so much. He was an Anglophile, an educator, an artist, a chef, a fantastic host, a superb designer with the finest artistic sense, a kidder with an impish sense of humor, an historian, a photographer, a gardener, a constant friend to my parents and bringer of fresh fruits, vegetables and bouquets of flowers, a Renaissance man, and truly "a gentleman and a scholar". And he was my very dear friend and I loved him. I hope that, if there is something that comes after this existence, he is now joyfully reunited with the love of his life, Michael [aka George], and that together they are happy and free of suffering.
"Good night, sweet prince – and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Herb was an artist – a costume designer, set designer, artistic director, and he taught thousands of college students over the years, many of whom have gone on to their own award-winning careers. Herb was also a terrific cook, and a SUPERB baker, something he learned from his mother back on their farm in Michigan. He made pies for our family's holiday feasts, and brought the strawberries for our Easter dinner dessert. Did you know that it's better to cut up strawberries that are going to be "sugared" by using a spoon instead of a knife? It pulls out more of the juices. He made wonderful gravy on Thanksgiving, and gee, just THE BEST APPLE PIE I'VE EVER TASTED.
As I said earlier, Herb had a heart of gold. One Thanksgiving week I lost both of my cats to a severe infection, and when he arrived that Thanksgiving morning, he gave me a check to help pay for the veterinarian bills. A couple of years ago when my car was stolen and totaled, I needed to buy a new car. Again, so generously, he gave me a check to help with the payments for my new car, because he knew I was having a difficult time financially. He didn't want to make a fuss, and he didn't want "credit" – he just wanted to quietly, privately, do me that incredible kindness, because that's the kind of man Herb was.
I miss Herb's daily emails, from which I learned so much. He was an Anglophile, an educator, an artist, a chef, a fantastic host, a superb designer with the finest artistic sense, a kidder with an impish sense of humor, an historian, a photographer, a gardener, a constant friend to my parents and bringer of fresh fruits, vegetables and bouquets of flowers, a Renaissance man, and truly "a gentleman and a scholar". And he was my very dear friend and I loved him. I hope that, if there is something that comes after this existence, he is now joyfully reunited with the love of his life, Michael [aka George], and that together they are happy and free of suffering.
"Good night, sweet prince – and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Herbert Camburn was a generous, kind, thoughtful man with a heart of gold. Whenever Herb came to one of our family gatherings he ALWAYS brought a book or two as a gift to my nephew, making sure Matthew had great books to read. When a boy who lived a few doors down from Herb indicated that he couldn't write cursive letters, Herb taught him, a little bit each day. He was forever the educator. And Herb was fun-loving. One night when my parents and Herb and I went to California Pizza Kitchen for dinner, we got out of the car, Herb grabbed my hand and said, "Let's skip!", and we did. A well-bred Renaissance man with a terrific sense of humor and play.
Herb was an artist – a costume designer, set designer, artistic director, and he taught thousands of college students over the years, many of whom have gone on to their own award-winning careers. Herb was also a terrific cook, and a SUPERB baker, something he learned from his mother back on their farm in Michigan. He made pies for our family's holiday feasts, and brought the strawberries for our Easter dinner dessert. Did you know that it's better to cut up strawberries that are going to be "sugared" by using a spoon instead of a knife? It pulls out more of the juices. He made wonderful gravy on Thanksgiving, and gee, just THE BEST APPLE PIE I'VE EVER TASTED.
As I said earlier, Herb had a heart of gold. One Thanksgiving week I lost both of my cats to a severe infection, and when he arrived that Thanksgiving morning, he gave me a check to help pay for the veterinarian bills. A couple of years ago when my car was stolen and totaled, I needed to buy a new car. Again, so generously, he gave me a check to help with the payments for my new car, because he knew I was having a difficult time financially. He didn't want to make a fuss, and he didn't want "credit" – he just wanted to quietly, privately, do me that incredible kindness, because that's the kind of man Herb was.
I miss Herb's daily emails, from which I learned so much. He was an Anglophile, an educator, an artist, a chef, a fantastic host, a superb designer with the finest artistic sense, a kidder with an impish sense of humor, an historian, a photographer, a gardener, a constant friend to my parents and bringer of fresh fruits, vegetables and bouquets of flowers, a Renaissance man, and truly "a gentleman and a scholar". And he was my very dear friend and I loved him. I hope that, if there is something that comes after this existence, he is now joyfully reunited with the love of his life, Michael [aka George], and that together they are happy and free of suffering.
"Good night, sweet prince – and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Herb was an artist – a costume designer, set designer, artistic director, and he taught thousands of college students over the years, many of whom have gone on to their own award-winning careers. Herb was also a terrific cook, and a SUPERB baker, something he learned from his mother back on their farm in Michigan. He made pies for our family's holiday feasts, and brought the strawberries for our Easter dinner dessert. Did you know that it's better to cut up strawberries that are going to be "sugared" by using a spoon instead of a knife? It pulls out more of the juices. He made wonderful gravy on Thanksgiving, and gee, just THE BEST APPLE PIE I'VE EVER TASTED.
As I said earlier, Herb had a heart of gold. One Thanksgiving week I lost both of my cats to a severe infection, and when he arrived that Thanksgiving morning, he gave me a check to help pay for the veterinarian bills. A couple of years ago when my car was stolen and totaled, I needed to buy a new car. Again, so generously, he gave me a check to help with the payments for my new car, because he knew I was having a difficult time financially. He didn't want to make a fuss, and he didn't want "credit" – he just wanted to quietly, privately, do me that incredible kindness, because that's the kind of man Herb was.
I miss Herb's daily emails, from which I learned so much. He was an Anglophile, an educator, an artist, a chef, a fantastic host, a superb designer with the finest artistic sense, a kidder with an impish sense of humor, an historian, a photographer, a gardener, a constant friend to my parents and bringer of fresh fruits, vegetables and bouquets of flowers, a Renaissance man, and truly "a gentleman and a scholar". And he was my very dear friend and I loved him. I hope that, if there is something that comes after this existence, he is now joyfully reunited with the love of his life, Michael [aka George], and that together they are happy and free of suffering.
"Good night, sweet prince – and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
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Herbert Lawrence
Camburn
Feb 4, 1931 - Apr 21, 2017
George Houston Michael Gaughenbaugh
Jun 10, 1938 - Nov 28, 2001
Gravesite Details
Herb and Michael's niche is in the southernmost columbarium just west of Sunset Drive, on the south facing outer wall.
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