Former Marcellus mayor passes

A Eulogy for Frederic B. Eisenberg: Aug. 29, 1943 - Jan. 30, 2007

By John Curtin

No farewell words were spoken,

No time to say goodbye,

You were gone before we knew it,

And only God knows why?

By John P. Curtin

Although you might not remember what I say, I am sure that you will always remember Fred.

Who he was, what he did, where you were when you heard that this proud and gentle man, this good and decent man, husband, father, grandfather and friend passed from our midst.

It is hard to believe that not even a year has passed since our testimonial to Fred, and to Bob Wilson, last May. At that time, I mentioned a number of things about having worked with Fred for the past dozen years on village business. How he gave so much of himself for Marcellus. How many projects he initiated (some of which are still going on) and completed. How interested he was in what residents had to say. How confident he was about doing the best that he could for those who elected him as Mayor.

That was one side of Fred and I don't intend to repeat what I said last May. I would, however, like to tell you about my friend, the "Iron Mountain." The man who loved life and all that it offered. The man who loved his Pat; who loved his boys; who loved his dog. The man who loved his house and his barn on North Street; who loved cutting his grass, but never a tree. As this was a man who would chain himself to a tree to prevent it from being cut down.

He loved life. Fred was a man who loved his friends and many of you go back a lot farther than I. It is said that true friendship is like good health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost. At this moment, I, and I'm sure many of you, feel a profound sense of loss. And if love could have saved him, he would have lived forever.

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