Friday Nov 19, 2004 wex In memory of Harry
Victoria Hall will be accepting an offer for the donation of a lectern from the family of the late Harry Mayerovitch. The four children and the extended families of the longtime Westmount resident, who passed away last April, were appreciative of the opportunity to use the concert hall and gallery to hold a public memorial event and exhibition which took place last May, said Borough Director Bruce St. Louis. Through their relationship with the McGill School of Architecture, the family has asked Westmount architect Julia Gersovitz and student Cyrus Bilimoria to design and build the lectern "as a unique and pragmatic gift that would be representative of Harry Mayerovitch," St. Louis added.
Appropriately, the symbol of Wednesday Night is a glowing candle, as much a symbol of the warm, candle-lit atmosphere of Wednesday Night, as of the flame of wisdom, sparked by the many fine minds that are so much a part of these unique evenings.
Harry Mayerovitch, architect, ranconteur, illustrator author and
Montreal's most mecurical senior, who was feted at the launch of his
latest book at the Blue Metropolis festival two weeks ago, died in his
sleep yesterday on his 94th birthday. His last book, Way to Go,
was, ironically, an irreverent look at death and dying.
Among the buildings Mayerovitch designed are the house in Westmount now
owned by former Prime Minister Mulroney, The old Jewish Library, which is
today the Aegidius Fauteaux newspaper archives building at the corner of Esplanade and Mount Royal, the City Centre office tower at Mayor and City Councillors, and the Adath Issrael Academy in Outremont.
Harry Mayerovitch, April 16, 1910 - April 16, 2004
I haven’t known Harry Mayerovitch, class of '33, for as long as many here, but then, I’ve been at McGill for only 35 years. And I don’t remember exactly when our paths first crossed - he was there when I entered the School of Architecture in 1969, and, it seemed, would always be there.
Derek Drummond, whose friendship with Harry goes back to the late 1950’s, could not be here today, but he wrote this about Harry and those years at McGill:
"In the late 60s and early 70s the School, like the university, was in a state of turmoil. Student activists were demanding a meaningful role in the decisions that affected everything from curriculum design to evaluating their professor’s teaching performance. The administration initially resisted and the students went on strike. Eventually a ‘school committee’, made up of staff members and students, was formed and a series of open meetings took place to attempt to resolve the differences."
"Harry, who at the time had an active and successful practice, only months before had decided to spend some time in the School as a self-prescribed continuing education exercise. In no time at all, he earned the everlasting gratitude of the staff by deftly inserting himself into the midst of verbal mayhem of the committee sessions. He seemed to be right at home in dealing with the cut and thrust of debate. With a skill that a fencer like his old teacher Percy Nobbs would have admired, he deflected attacks and scored points at will. His grasp of the profession, the architectural education system and life in general was more than the students could counter."
Harry has been a member of the teaching staff of the School since 1965 – in fact, his current appointment will not expire until August 31, 2005 – we’re not sure how we’re going to break the news to the administration that he’s actually gone… Many of you will be interested, but not necessarily surprised, to hear that his mailbox, one of 40 or so in the School’s main reception area, is significantly busier than most of the others. His first teaching assignment was with the late Norbert Schoenauer, and in the intervening 40 years he has taught with most, if not all, of my colleagues.
When John Bland, Harry’s classmate at McGill and lifelong friend, first appointed him to the School, he wrote to the then Dean of Engineering, Donald Mordell, with these words:
"I enclose an appointment form for one of our three proposed Visiting Professors of Architecture for 1965/66. Mr. Mayerovitch, you will see, is a McGill graduate of many years ago. He has practiced in Montreal and has been very active in professional affairs here. He is an old friend and supporter of the School. I admire him greatly and feel confident that his visits will be stimulating and fruitful."
"Stimulating and fruitful" – an accurate prediction but an understatement. Harry was a wonderful teacher, and a frequent and popular guest critic in design studios and other courses at every level of the program; he never turned down a request for assistance, or an invitation to talk to students. And when he talked to students, or to any of us for that matter, he was always perceptive, passionate, provocative and playful – I hope he appreciates the alliteration – but he was never predictable.
I’ll cite just two examples of his famous unpredictability. A few years ago, I invited Harry to a first year design review. This is an event that takes place at the end of a design project; students pin up their work and present their projects to a kind of jury made up of their teachers and invited guests, like Harry. He was, as usual, incisive and inspiring – I think he was at his best when he was surrounded by the younger students - but what most surprised and delighted the class was the fact that he had arrived with 45 copies of his new book, How Architecture Speaks, and presented each and every one of them with a copy.
Another example. Recently, he dropped by the School and told us that he was just coming out of one his "Learning in Retirement" classes. Jean-Louis Lalonde reminded me a few minutes ago that he was the one who actually introduced Harry to this program. When Harry turned up in the office, he was so evidently energized from the session that I asked him if he was teaching it or taking it – he was of course taking it… at 93, not merely keeping busy but planning ahead.
All who knew him appreciated his highly intelligent but mischievous delight in the unexpected. He was frequently, even enthusiastically distracted, eloquent and engaging on an impossibly broad range of topics – from art and the city to recent discoveries in computer stores and garage sales. Some of those discoveries – from the garage sales, not the computer stores – decorate the shelves of mine and my colleagues’ offices. As Harry might have said, “It’s better to accumulate than never…” (Has anyone heard the reports of an alarming dip in garage sale activity in Westmount in the last four weeks?) His own Curriculum Vitae identifies, in addition to architecture, urban design, limericks and lower forms of poetry, a list of interests that include painting, sculpture, lithography, etching, lino-cutting, caricature and cartooning, posters, copper enameling, puppetry, photography and glass engraving, to name just a few.
He was a member of the Order of Architects of Quebec, the Corporation of Urbanists of Quebec, the Canadian Institute of Planners, the Royal Canadian Academy of Arts, the Canadian Society of Graphic Arts, and he was a Fellow of the Royal Architectural Institute of Canada. The list of other organizations, committees and commissions that benefited from his knowledge and imagination is staggering in its length and breadth.
His many legacies to the School include his course "Philosophy of Structures," which is now taught by Professor Pieter Sijpkes; three handsome portraits in oil of his friends and colleagues Percy Nobbs, John Bland and Derek Drummond; his last self-portrait, and probably his first digital portrait, which he sketched on the screen of my laptop a few months ago, and then used on the cover of his last book Way to Go. Not the least of his recent contributions to the School was his participation in last fall’s symposium on the legacy of John Bland – none of us who were there will ever forget the eloquence and power of his closing address.
In the spring of 2000, we added some special trees to John Schreiber’s Centennial Garden on the main campus lawn, just in front of the School. Two trees were planted to mark the birthdays of two distinguished grads and friends of the school. One, a weeping willow, honours Harry’s friend Roy Wilson, class of '24, who celebrated his 100th birthday that spring, and the other was for Harry, who had just turned 90. Each was invited to select the type of tree that would commemorate his name, and when Harry told us that he wanted a magnolia, I consulted my Manual of Trees and Shrubs.
Listen to this: "The magnolias embrace the most magnificent of flowering trees hardy in temperate regions. On the whole, their cultural requirements are not difficult to provide; they need a reasonable depth of good soil, and respond to rich living, good drainage and plenty of moisture…" (And who wouldn’t respond to good drainage and plenty of moisture?) The guide goes on to describe the particular variety we planted, Magnolia Acuminata, or cucumber tree, as "vigorous, rapidly growing into a large spreading tree, conical when young" – I confess, when I first read this, I though it said COMICAL when young. And, not surprisingly, it’s a late bloomer…
On behalf of the staff and students in the community of the School of Architecture, I would like to express our deepest condolences to Harry’s family and friends; we loved him, and we were looking forward very much to seeing how he would turn out in his old age - he would have been a very interesting old man. We will miss him dearly.
David Covo - May 8, 2004 (Victoria Hall, Westmount)
"He gave old age a good name. He was such a repository of human warmth and
insight," said Montreal author William Weintraub who was at a dinner with
Mayerovitch on Wednesday. "He was sharp as a tack until the day he died."
Harry Mayerovitch was born in Montreal April 16, 1910, the son of Jewish
Bessarabian immigrants, but grew up in Rockland, Ont. where his father
opened a general store.
He went to school in Rockland and at the Ottawa College Institute before
he enrolled at McGill University in 1926.
Mayerovitch was considering a career in law until he walked by the school
of architecture's drafting room, and "immediately knew I had to spend the
rest of my life making pencil marks on sheets of paper."
Mayerovitch obtained his degree in 1933 and spent one year in Paris on a
McLennan travelling scholarship.
He spent almost a year working with renowned Montreal architect Percy
Nobbs before going into partnership with Alan Bernstein in 1935. The firm
specialised in high rise apartment buildings such as the Seigniory on Ste.
Catherine St. at Fort.
During the Second World War Mayerovitch turned out posters for the war
effort; one of them Home Front, caught the eye of the NFB's John Grierson,
who hired Mayerovitc as art director of the NFB's graphics department.
He married Lily Caplan (not a K) a school teacher, and they had four
children, David, Ninaand Robert. Julie. But he and his wife separated,
and he shared 13 years of his life with Betty Ann Affleck who died last
year.
A genialand subtly sardonic wit, Mayerovitch was chairman of the theme
committee for Expo 67, Chairman of the Westmount Planning Commission and a member of the Jerusalem Mayerovitch wrote and illustrated ten books,
including The Other One, (1973) Overstreet, which outlined his "simple, practical and rational" method for urban development. and How Architecture Speaks and Fashions our Lives.(1996) and Way to Go (2004).
"Architecture has lost some of its relevance in the modern age because no
one thinks far into the future anymore," he told a reporter in 1996, "
Architecture is in danger of becoming just another commodity."
Mayerovitch retired in 1990, the same year the Saidye Bronfman Centre
held a retrospective of his work.
An eternal optimist, he once told a reporter that "In spite of the
complex forces against us, I have faith in man's inherent nobility.."
There will be no funeral, but a memorial gathering will be held in early
May.
ahustak@ thegazette.canwest.com
Dear Diana and David,
It is very rarely that one encounters a "very old spirit", but Harry was
one of those rare beings. It is paradoxical that the older the spirit
the younger in many ways the person. Openness, curiosity, playfulness,
warmth, wisdom, sensitivity, kindness, respect, love of words, art,
animals and his fellow humans no matter what their faults, all
characterized Harry. I always marveled at his equanimity and serenity
and felt that he had so much to teach us, which he did so gently through
his wit and whimsy which were a transparent and charming veil on his
great intelligence. Whenever I spoke with him, I had the impression that
there was a light shining out from within him. We are indeed fortunate
to have had him in our midst and will miss him deeply - but our loss is
the gain of the Great Wednesday Night elsewhere. Margo Somerville, Dr.
My memories of Harry are very recent. I chatted with him at Wednesday Night last week.Once more I carried away an impression of a warm and kind person, very much alive and aware.Would have guessed his age in the range of
mid-seventies.Seeing his true age in your notice, what came to mind is a
person who led a very full life An example to follow.... Tony. Antal Deutsch
hello friends david and diana,
I was indeed very sorry to hear the death of Harry M.
My condoleances to his family and all those who loved him.
Harry almost seemed to live life as if it were "timeless", that was "Harry style" He always had a smile on his face and I only have good memories about the man and even more about his many accomplishments.I think he should be called "a real mensh". Montreal was richer because of his presence and now for sure we are poorer in spirit. Voilà. I meant to say "ma plume pleure" on the news of Harry's death, but knowing the man and his attention to all you have to say, I felt like talking to him for a few seconds. MAY HE REST IN PEACE....and he will. He was such a decent man. Sam Totah Saturday April 17
Diana,
Harry was such a class act, and he even exited in a classy
way--quickly, painlessly, quietly. I remember my very long conversation
with Harry and Betty Ann Affleck at John C.'s party years ago. They were lovely,
and she and I connected immediately. A week later a package arrived from
Harry--stuffed with his books. Sabra Ledent
Diana and David,
I have met Harry many times at Wednesday night, including last Wednesday. I think Harry planned his departure with an elegance few of us could emulate.
He had just completed his latest book and the art of dying in style, had
his book launch the week before and was with some of his many friends on
Wednesday night. I had the honour of closing the evening and
congratulating him on his book which I had just seen and had a chance to
have another view into his world of wit and humour.
Choosing to die on his 94th Birthday, having accomplished all his major
goals on this earth, was a true Harryesque thing to do.
We will all miss you greatly. Gerald Ratzer
David and Diana,
Words escape me, as they would not have eluded Harry, in my attempt to come to grips with his death. At recent Wednesday Nights he seemed to be in his usual good form, full of life and ever revealing his wise maturity, charm and playful wit.
I didn't expect him to live forever but saw no reason for such a 'young' man to depart this life soon. In Harry's assessment of issues he made it abundantly clear that they were much more complex than would appear at first glance. And it was obvious that Harry had the knowledge and wisdom to address them. Poking fun at death in his cartoons, Harry was full of life, young at heart and energetic.
Last week, after congratulating him again on the publication of 'Way to Go' (was it really his tenth book since retirement began?) I asked if he had another in mind. Harry's answer should not have surprised me: "I'm working on two books at the moment". Way to go, Harry. Your spirit will remain at Wednesday Night but you will be missed. David Mitchell
Hello David,
My most vivid memory of Harry is from the time we organized an Art Series at the McGill Club. We asked Harry to speak on creating art.
He began his speech by saying that there is only one tool you need to create art.
We all thought that he will talk about talent, learning, practice, etc. NO.
We realized that he was really talking about a 'tool" as he took a #2 pencil out of his pocket.
So complete, yet so simple. Just like the man. . Ron Meisels
Dear David
Many many thanks for the elegant plug. You and Diana sit right at the heart
of my galaxy of generous friends. Harry
Westmount mourns multi-talented Mayerovitch
Architect, poet, visual artist, wit and bon vivant passes away on 94th birthday By Martin C. Barry
Longtime Westmounter Harry Mayerovitch, a distinguished architect, author, artist and all-round lover of life, died in his sleep on April 16‹his 94th birthday. At his easel virtually up to the last day, Mayerovitch was the author of numerous poetry collections and illustrated books. In an ironic twist in keeping with his sense of humour, his last book, Way to Go, recently launched at Montreal¹s Blue Metropolis literary festival, is an irreverent examination of death and dying.
A book about drawing he had been working on was left unfinished. Mayerovitch was familiar to Examiner readers for his distinctive cartoons, which appeared regularly in the paper over the years since the 1960s. His work was also well-known to Canadians both here and overseas during World War II, when he designed a series of powerfully vivid posters for Canada¹s war effort.
One of them impressed National Film Board founder John Grierson so much that he hired Mayerovitch as head of the NFB¹s graphics department. More than two decades after the end of the war, the posters became part of a display in the Canadian pavilion at Expo 67.
Former mayor Peter Trent, a close friend of Mayerovitch for more than 20 years, often described him as a true Renaissance man.
Born in Montreal to Rumanian Jewish immigrants on April 16, 1910, Mayerovitch grew up in Rockland, Ont., where his father had moved the family and opened a general store. After completing his grade school and secondary education in Rockland and nearby Ottawa, he entered McGill University in 1926.
He loved to tell the story of how he had initially considered a career in law, but as a pre-law student at McGill during the Stephen Leacock era, he happened to poke his head into a room where architecture students were hard at work, and he was instantly captivated.
It was another world I hadn¹t been aware of, in fact at that time I had no idea I could draw, he said. It was a real stroke of luck because I¹d have made a bad lawyer. Leacock swore he'd make a good economist of me‹which shows what a great humourist he was! Mayerovitch switched his major to architecture, obtaining his degree in that discipline in 1933.
After spending some time working with legendary Montreal architect Percy Nobbs, he entered into a long and productive partnership with architects Alan Bernstein and Lionel Mincoff. Mayerovitch's work as an architect included the house on Forden Crescent now occupied by former prime minister Brian Mulroney, the old Jewish Public Library on Esplanade Avenue downtown, the Montebello highrise apartment tower on The Boulevard, and numerous private residences all over Montreal.
Eldest son David Mayerovitch described his father as a man who celebrated life. He was an astonishing man who, as he grew older, took more and more joy in life, he said. His enthusiasm and creative energies flowed out of him, undiminished, all his life. When he found something that struck a chord in him, he would leap at it and commit himself to it and find joy and challenge in it.
The family home on Westmount Avenue holds many fond memories of Mayerovitch for his son. He had a studio on the third floor of the house in which he spent many hours, David said. To me, that was always a magical and enchanted place where he worked with these implements‹the tools of his art and craft. The elder Mayerovitch was motivated by a strong sense of social justice all his life. He remained all his life an enemy of violence, hatred, cruelty and exploitation, David added.
Peter Trent, who first met Mayerovitch when the latter was chairman of Westmount¹s Architecture and Planning Commission in 1983, around the time Trent had just become an alderman, said that Mayerovitch introduced himself with a book of cartoons he had just produced. That was the way he wanted to introduce himself‹not as an architect, not as a philosopher, not as a thinker, but as a man who drew cartoons, Trent said.
A staple at David and Diana Nicholson's Wednesday Night current events discussion salons almost from the time they started in the early 1980s, Mayerovitch always provided a very wise and broad reaction to just about any subject that came up, according to Trent. That was one thing that I¹ll always remember Harry for‹the depth and breadth of his knowledge on just about everything, Trent said. He would always approach it in a very unusual and disciplined way.
I'm certainly going to miss him. Diana Nicholson said Mayerovitch was given the nickname Comrade Harry because of the role of a Soviet-era Russian premier he had been asked to play during a round table simulation of world events his first time at Wednesday Night. He just walked into that role and played it without anybody explaining what we wanted him to do, she said. He just assumed the logic of what the negotiation would be. He was absolutely magnificent. After that, Harry was hooked on Wednesday Night and we were hooked on Harry, she added.
David Nicholson recounted walking around an exhibition of Mayerovitch¹s works at the Saidye Bronfman Centre. Assuming that the works of at least 10 different artists were on display, he found himself marvelling at the range of talents‹which all turned out to be Mayerovitch¹s. This guy is a pretty good photographer, Nicholson recalls saying to himself. It turned out to be Harry. Great sculptor‹it turned out to be Harry. Wartime portraits‹all done by Harry. He was a fantastic artist.
The father of four children, Mayerovitch was predeceased last year by his partner, Betty Ann Affleck. Such was Mayerovitch's emotional attachment and commitment to Montreal that he left specific instructions concerning the disposal of his remains following cremation: they are to stay in Montreal. This is where he has lived his life and wishes to remain, said son David.
A memorial gathering to celebrate the life of Harry Mayerovitch will be held on Saturday, May 8 at 2 p.m. in Victoria Hall.
Marvelous Harry Mayerovitch
By Wayne Larsen
A fellow journalist once asked me what I liked best about working at the Westmount Examiner. My response was immediate: There is such a great cast of colourful characters to write about. My friend knew exactly what I meant. By nature, Westmount has always been populated by more than the usual quota of talented, intelligent, eccentric and accomplished people who make the writer¹s job so much easier simply by being so interesting.
From a mayor who writes a comic play and convinces his council to dress up in 19th century costumes to act it out, to an artist who rides around on a bicycle with a massive canvas strapped to his back‹not to mention the current premier and a former prime minister‹Westmount is full of fascinating, bigger-than-life personalities. But when it comes to colourful, accomplished Westmount characters, few could ever outshine Harry Mayerovitch‹that multi-talented dynamo who packed more living into one life than most people would think possible.
Over his long life, Harry found time to be an architect, painter, cartoonist, poet, satirist, writer, orator and whimsical sage; those closest to him would no doubt have even more to add to the litany. He had a distinguished career as an architect, designing several well-known buildings during an era of great development and growth in the Montreal area. In the spring of 2000, he celebrated his 90th birthday by contributing the inaugural exhibition in the new Gallery at Victoria Hall. At that age most artists tend to hold retrospective exhibitions of their life¹s work‹but not Harry. That show was devoted exclusively to his drawings‹a mere fraction of his enormous output. He turned up at the vernissage wearing a loud yellow sports jacket and a battery-operated necktie with flashing lights‹certainly not your average Westmount senior.
Arguably his funniest book was a collection of cartoons entitled Second Coming a gentle satire on Jesus Christ, who finds Himself back on earth in the present day, attempting to cope in the modern urban jungle.
Last year, at 93, he published a book of limericks that poked fun at everything from historical figures to present-day politicians; this year, he turned his attention to the ultimate inevitable and penned a book about dying. It was titled, with typical Mayerovitch bravado, Way to Go
. Despite the diverse array of hats Harry wore with equal expertise throughout his life, when he died in his sleep last week it was certainly as a poet; slipping away on his 94th birthday, two weeks after launching a book devoted to death and dying, was nothing short of a masterpiece of poetic justice. Although it had been many years since Harry was an official contributor to the Examiner, regularly as a cartoonist and occasionally as a poet, he still dropped by our office whenever he happened to be in the neighbourhood.
His youthful energy and mischievous enthusiasm were contagious, and his visits were always the highlight of the day. Whenever Harry and I got together, whether casually or to discuss his latest book or art project, I would always say this to him: When I grow up, I want to be just like you. For some reason, this always seemed to please him immensely. Way to go, Harry!
AFFLECK, Betty Ann (nee
Henley). 1927 - 2003. Died on Monday evening, June 9 at home with her family. Beloved wife of the late Raymond Affleck and dear companion of Harry Mayerovitch. Dear mother of Neil (Marnie Stubley), Jane (John Kimber), Gavin (Sylvie Cormier), Ewan (Susan Chatwood) and the late Graham. She will be lovingly remembered by her grandchildren Alexander, Gabriel, Lucas, Shonah and Anika. In lieu of flowers, a donation to Autism Society Canada, P.O. Box 65, Orangeville, On. L9W 2Z5 would be appreciated
" I learned from Betty Ann that there is a heaven ...
ON EARTH" Harry Mayerovitch