The Story
Throughout my dad's life, he was committed to education and helping young people. He taught high school history and anthropology, later became an assistant principal, and most recently worked at Fresno State University as a master teacher for those earning their teaching credential.
As friends and loved ones have been reaching out to us, I have heard a reoccurring theme: dad was a genuine and nice man. The first time I heard this was during my freshman year at Burlingame High School. It just so happened that dad was one of our assistant principals. Scary, right? One fall morning in 1993, I was walking in the main hall when a senior on the football team stopped me. The guy was huge, about the size of an industrial refrigerator. Wearing his jersey with both sleeves rolled up, he looked down at all one hundred pounds of me and asked "Hey. Are you Saroyan's son?" I had to come clean and see what happened. "Yeah" I sheepishly replied. "Your dad is a good guy!" I can't put into words the relief I felt at that moment.
Years have gone by, and time and time again I have heard the same thing from dozens of people. He was a good guy. I now stand tall, hold my head up high and say this: not only was my dad a nice man and mentor to many, he was a great father.
I love my dad.
We would greatly appreciate if you could take a few moments and share your thoughts, feelings or stories. It would mean the world.
Richard Luke Saroyan
rsaroyan@gmail.com
Though I had a business and tax relationship with Richard and Sharon for many years I did not formally meet Richard until they relocated to Fresno. True to his gentlemanly ways he and Sharon invited my wife and I to dinner at the Manhattan Restaurant. It was love at first sight. I thoroughly enjoyed the sixteen years that we were friends. A friendship that seemed a lifetime. I cannot forget the Rotary meetings, dinners at the Basque Hotel and especially the chicken liver dinners. Who can forget the games of 1-4-24 and Richard's uncanny luck. It seems he took all my expendable cash. I will never forget his willingness to accompany me on day trips to the coast while my house was under construction. He would politely walk away when the contractor and I discussed financial matters. I have missed him and will cherish our friendship forever. God Bless you my friend! - Harvey
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