Dad used to buy "Cue" magazine when I was a kid. It was the cultural arts magazine of New York. Once a year they published a list of the top 25 albums for the year. He would bring me to Sam Goody and he would purchase every album. We spent the rest of the weekend listening to all the greatest hits. Untill recently all his letters, and now emails to me would always be encrypted with lyrics from those songs.  "Hello pussycat" I've had a "Hard days Night"  Somehow he always found a lyric to express his state of mind.  Right now he is with "Lucy in the skies with diamonds"

For the past 12 years, ever since my Dad returned from Mexico and settled in Providence, every Christmas I would come and stay with him for about a week in his apartment on Benefit St. I looked forward to that every year. We would just relax and hang out- never any pressure to do anything in particular. We would chat, read, nap, watch movies, listen to music, take goofy selfies, etc. It was our alone time to catch up, bond, and just chit chat. We always had a lot of fun together. He was a great listener, taking a sincere interest in whatever I shared no matter what the topic, and would continue to bring it up for the rest of the year.  I will especially miss his sense of humor. He was very witty and perpetually joking around. 

Dad was also very affectionate. When I would arrive, he would greet me at the door with his arms outstretched, ready for a big hug - so sweet! And throughout my life, if ever beside him, he would reach out to gently grasp my hand. I loved those moments. I will miss them!


Seymour's  presence, wit and art have been and will continue to be 
missed at St. Elizabeth's Court.


I met Seymour in 1975--He was the MD Unit Director ,and I was the Nursing Coordinator on his unit. In the beginning I admired his incredibly clever sense of humor. He was a marvelous teacher---After working with him for several months I invited Sy and Lianne to a dinner at a restaurant in NYC. We spent many hours dining, and unable to get home as the garage had closed--We 4 checked into a hotel room (one) for the four of us, and we laughed all night.  We grew into fast and intimate friends spending many wonderful times 
together--and enjoyed each others company--and families for many years. It is hard for me to conceive of a world without Seymour somewhere-painting--listening to music--treating patients--traveling--laughing--He was a Renaissance man and I adored him. 


My fondest memories of him go back from my years of friendship I have had with his daughter Julia.  As a child I would visit Julia on a regular basis in their home in Brooklyn & always enjoyed the art work. My memories of him were seeing him  paint while listening to music. 
 Patricia Skelton

I remember sharing his 87th Birthday with a dear childhood friend Roy Hoffman and his kids. Dad hadn't been around small children in quite some time. The three of them were boisterous and laughing, screaming like kids do. I thought it may be too much for him, but on the contrary. He just sat there smiling, completely enchanted with them. When I drove him home later that evening he told me how grateful he was that I put together our little Birthday celebration and  how wonderful it was to spend time with Roy and his beautiful children. It was very touching.

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Seymour Keitlen

26 octobre 1930 – 3 juin 2018

Sugarman Sinai Memorial Chapel

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