Gary Herold with one of his daughters
Gary Herold with one of his daughters
Gary Herold with one of his daughters
Gary Herold
Gary Herold dancing with his mother
Gary Herold holding one of his daughters
Gary Herold and one of his daughters
Gary Herold and one of his daughters
Gary Herold and one of his daughters
Gary Herold taking a camel ride with his daughters
Gary Herold and one of his daughters
Gary Herold with family & friends
Gary Herold
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Nobody mistook Gary Herold for the life of the party. "Very stone-faced," said his sister, Sheila Boltrek. "He was so reserved people had to ask if he was actually smiling."
His wife, Angela, said, "He didn't open up with many people, but when he did, he was very comfortable."
How their romance began in 1979 — when he was a 23-year-old employee in the frozen food department of a Long Island Waldbaum's and she was a 19-year-old checkout clerk — may be telling. As Mrs. Herold recalled it, word went out among fellow workers that "Gary thought I was cute."
But did he approach with a ready line? Hardly. "Just to get his attention, I had to call back to frozen foods all the time to ask for prices," she said. They were married four years later.
Having left frozen foods behind, Mr. Herold moved up the ranks of the insurance industry. He started his last job, as a risk management supervisor at the Aon Corporation in the World Trade Center, last April, having decided that a hefty pay increase was worth the daily commute to Lower Manhattan from Bethpage, on Long Island. It was not an easy compromise, since it cut into time spent with his daughters, Jennifer, 16, Ashley, 13, and Lyndsey, 9.
"The main thing in his life was his children," Mrs. Herold said. "He enjoyed doing things with them, taking them places. If he could put a smile on their faces, he always would."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on February 17, 2002
New York Times Portraits of Grief
Nobody mistook Gary Herold for the life of the party. "Very stone- faced," said his sister, Sheila Boltrek. "He was so reserved people had to ask if he was actually smiling."
His wife, Angela, said, "He didn't open up with many people, but when he did, he was very comfortable."
How their romance began in 1979 — when he was a 23-year-old employee in the frozen food department of a Long Island Waldbaum's and she was a 19-year-old checkout clerk — may be telling. As Mrs. Herold recalled it, word went out among fellow workers that "Gary thought I was cute."
But did he approach with a ready line? Hardly. "Just to get his attention, I had to call back to frozen foods all the time to ask for prices," she said. They were married four years later.
Having left frozen foods behind, Mr. Herold moved up the ranks of the insurance industry. He started his last job, as a risk management supervisor at the Aon Corporation in the World Trade Center, last April, having decided that a hefty pay increase was worth the daily commute to Lower Manhattan from Bethpage, on Long Island. It was not an easy compromise, since it cut into time spent with his daughters, Jennifer, 16, Ashley, 13, and Lyndsey, 9.
"The main thing in his life was his children," Mrs. Herold said. "He enjoyed doing things with them, taking them places. If he could put a smile on their faces, he always would."
Although Gary will probably
Although Gary will probably always be remembered for his quiet nature he was always a huge presence in everyone's life who knew him. If you were lucky enough to be his friend then you knew of his laugh and his sarcasm. If you were lucky enough to be his child then you knew of his deep devotion and tremendous love. If you were lucky enough to be his sibling (as I am) then you were lucky enough to grow up with a best friend, a confidant, and someone who you could always count on to give you advice lend a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. My brother Gary was all these things and so much more. Not a day goes by that he is not in my thoughts. You are very much missed and will never be forgotten by me and all the other people that were so lucky to have you in our lives. Love. Sharon
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