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6 mai 1924 – 7 octobre 2021
Julien Green, 97, of Jacksonville passed away peacefully on Thursday, October 7, 2021. Julien was born in Brooklyn, NY on May 6, 1924 to Morris and Rebecca Green.
He was preceded in death by his wife of 50 years, Marjorie. He is survived by his two beloved stepdaughters Kathy Keel (David) and Carol Scialli (Raymond), stepson Milton Lietzke, seven grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
Julien attended Cooper Union, MIT, and Columbia University. He served in the US Navy during WWII before earning a Master’s degree in Engineering. Throughout his life, Julien loved to study and expand his knowledge, auditing university classes and studying theological texts. Julien had an extremely keen mind and began developing IT programs and application systems in the early days of data processing. He went on to establish his own firms, where he worked alongside his wife Marjorie creating business applications for micro-computers. While still working as an IT expert, he moved out of the city and became a dairy-goat farmer, also collecting an assortment of other farm animals. He loved to travel with his grandchildren and created wonderful memories for them. Julien loved children and animals, delighted in making people laugh, and believed in the good in everyone he met, befriending the homeless and disadvantaged.
In his memory, the family asks that donations be made to help the homeless. A memorial service will be held at a future date in Jacksonville, Florida,
St. John's Cathedral
12 novembre , 2021
Grandfather had cute stories from our early childhood that he liked to tell again and again. His favorite for me was from when I was probably 3 or 4 years old. I was a very talkative and curious kid. On the goat farm, they had a farm hand named Steve. I was hanging out with Steve in the barn and pestering him with questions one day, and finally Steve was done with me. I came running back to the house, crying, and when Grandfather asked me what was wrong, I told him, in anguish, “Steve said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”
All anyone had to do was repeat that line, “Steve said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!” to make my grandfather laugh.
12 novembre , 2021
Grandfather was stubborn, and funny and fiercely intelligent. He was in the Navy in WWII, had a computer company with my grandmother, they also had a goat farm in New Jersey. He continued programming long after retirement.
When I was little, I spent a lot of time on the goat farm. He and Grandmother also took me on trips my whole life. I especially remember going to Connecticut, and being disappointed that it wasn’t pink, like it was on the map. They took me to Florida regularly to visit with my family there, and took me on a surprise trip to Disney World for the first time when I was 7.
Grandfather loved to play alligator in the pool, which meant that he would lay on a float and snore, and we kids had to keep away, or we’d be eaten by the “alligator.” He loved crossword puzzles, and could kick your ass at checkers, right up until the end. He gave to the homeless, sometimes having long conversations and befriending them.
He loved to tease, making my grandmother laugh. My grandmother died a few years ago, and he missed her a lot, but that didn’t stop him from flirting shamelessly with the nursing staff. So many of them said that they would really miss him. I’ll really miss him too.
11 novembre , 2021
I bonded with my Grandfather over poetry.
His strong support of my early endeavors to write poetry played a role in my persistence in the art. He would find things to love about even my weakest works.
As I grew up, he shared some of his own favorite poets with me. He introduced me to Oscar Wilde, whose work heavily influenced my literary preferences and my writing style during my teenage and young adult years. We talked about Milton and epic poetry, and in later years traded e-mails about Rilke and Frost.
Shortly before my Grandfather passed, I referenced the copy of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" that has inhabited my bookshelf for many years. In its cover was inscribed my Grandfather's name, and in its margins I found his scrawled notations. I met his mind again across the decades and I felt deeply the lovely inscriptions he left on my spirit.
11 novembre , 2021
One of my fondest memories with grandfather was a visit to Jacksonville. I had a migraine earlier in the day and missed pool fun. I had woken up while everyone else was napping. I may have been 9-10. I had brought one of my 3-2-1 Contact magazines with me for the ride down. In it there was a little DOS based code that could be entered and it would simulate in text on screen, training a parrot to repeat words you keyed in. Very basic late 80s-early 90s stuff. We sat at the computer for a LONG time keying in all of it, it was pages of it. No fancy graphics, just text, when we taught that parrot to say something, he made it feel like I had really accomplished something. “My granddaughter is a geeen-yuss” He also gave the best forehead kisses, the ones that almost made you feel shorter.
13 octobre , 2021
All the kids who traveled with Julien learned that there was only one answer to "how much longer"? No matter how near or far, he always said, "45 minutes". We've all passed that on to our children and grandchildren! Just one little tradition that we remember him by, with love.