October 8, 1936 – September 21, 2020
Ernest Andrades, 83, of Fenway Studios in Boston, Massachusetts, passed away unexpectedly after a brief illness on September 21, 2020.
Ernest was born in his home on Jenkins Place in Scituate, Massachusetts on October 8, 1936. He was the beloved son of the late John (De) Andrades born in Fogo, Cape Verde Islands and the late Clara (Fortes) Andrades Fernandes born in Bournedale, Massachusetts.
Ernest graduated from Scituate High School in 1955 and enlisted in the US Navy where he received an honorable discharge in 1959. He resided at the Fenway Studios, a National Historical Landmark, since the 1960s.
Ernest was an honor graduate and scholarship recipient for his talent from the School of Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, Massachusetts in 1968. He went on to become an accomplished artist in fine arts for painting, sculpture and photography. In his later years, he was passionate about and devoted to his work in abstract painting.
He studied privately under George Demetrios of Gloucester, Massachusetts in sculpture and figure design drawing. He received many commissions, awards, and scholarships for his work some of which include two (2) Ford Foundation Fellowships, The Mary Gorham Clough Scholarship, and the Clarissa Bartlett Traveling Scholarship. The latter sent him traveling throughout Europe; and this further cultivated his passion for travel and adventure throughout his life. He spent much time in Germany where he made many friends and developed an appreciation for its culture.
Locally, Ernest won Boit Prizes for painting, sculpture and sculpture-technical and the Dana Pond Prize for painting. He also received an honorable mention and first prize for painting from the Copley Society of Boston, first prize for painting from the Pembroke Arts Festival, and an honorable mention for color photography from the Brockton Arts Festival. He loved music, especially Jazz and Blues, and attended Jazz festivals around the world.
Ernest was the devoted brother of the late Albert Andrades of Santa Ana, California and the late Katherine (Andrews/Andrades) Rogers of Scituate, Massachusetts. He was the loving uncle to Stephen, Renee, Michael, Leonard, Cynthia, Yvonne and Yvette. He is also survived by 11 grand nieces and nephews, 5 great grand nieces and nephews; extended family and dear friends locally and internationally.
In lieu of flowers and funeral services, the family requests that a tree be planted in his memory to honor his love for nature. Contributions in his memory can be made to the Arbor Day Foundation directly by Internet address: https://shop.arborday.org/trees-in-memory or by mail to: The Arbor Day Foundation, 211 N. 12th Street, Lincoln, NE 68508.
No public services are scheduled at this time. Receive a notification when services are updated.
October 12, 2020
I am sitting here enjoying the memories from his friends. What a blessing to have shared memiries with dear friends.
I would like to share a story my Uncle Ernie gave me. The way he described in detail was like painting a portrait.
As a young boy growing up on Jenkins Place, Greenbush (Scituate) in the 40s, all the children from the neighborhood would meet outside after breakfast or chores. They played outside getting messy and dirty all day. They knew it was time to return home by the smell of fresh home cooked meals bellowing out of the chimneys. It was like clock work...time for the children to return home for dinner. This was their life. Alot of play play, play.
One day as Uncle Ernie remembered, he went out as usual but no friends were around. It was strangely quiet. Where were they? He looked around and eventually found them all at a neighbor's house down the street. They were huddled in front of a TV set, the first in the neighborhood.
He perceived that the world would never be the same...since that particular day..
Uncle Ernie, you will always be my hero and inspiration...and Love is eternal. Selah
October 11, 2020
I met Ernie in Frankfurt Germany in 1971 to the best of my memory. He introduced me to his friends from Boston, Mike Reggie and Patricia Charbonniere who was married to Fritz. A few of Ernie’s works were in Fritz’s home in Munich. Ernie and I traveled a lot during this time to places near Frankfurt. Upon returning from Germany, I visited Boston on quite a few occasions. Ernie, Mike , and I along with our families spent a very fun week at the Lobster festival in Rockland Maine during the 1996 Olympic Games which we watched on tv every day. Ernie came to Minneapolis on a few occasions,. My wife Nancy and I met Ernie in 2016 here in Minneapolis and drove to San Francisco and back, the highlight being the jazz fest In Monterrey, which was a follow up to the 2006jazz fest in New Orleans.so many memories and son Zach took the pictures for the book with Ernie at the front door of the studio. We were all looking forward to a cruise to Alaska this summer.
October 8, 2020
Happy Birthday in Heaven Ernie!
October 8, 2020
Ernie and I were email buddies. He sent me delightful YouTube videos to share with my high school students. Mostly, we commiserated about our horrible president. In one of his last messages he wrote, "Where is an assassin when you need one?"
I'm sad he didn't live to see him voted out of office.
Today would have been his birthday.
Here's to a creative life well-lived.
Well done, Ernie!
October 7, 2020
Ernie was an amazing man, I never knew all the things that he had done in his life until I read the obituary.
I want to build on what my brother, Steve Carvalho, said about Ernie. I didn’t know Ernie when I was a kid but got to know him later in life and he was such a wonderful person. When I was little I remember my Dad and my uncle buying Ernie’s grandparents property in Kingston after they had passed away. The house was amazing, the yard had fruit trees and a wonderful strawberry patch behind the house and also a little cranberry bog down back. I remember my family had Ernie’s grandfather’s antique cranberry scoop for years and I’m so glad we were able to get that back to Ernie, he was thrilled to have it.
One of my first interactions with Ernie was when I went with my brother Steve to visit him in Boston at his amazing home. I loved seeing all the artwork everywhere! I kept in touch with Ernie over the years after that and sent him some pictures of his grandparents home that I found in my Mom’s old photo albums. He really enjoyed having them. I’m so glad I was able to give him back those memories.
I will miss our emails Ernie some of which made me laugh right out loud! Thank you for being my friend!
October 6, 2020
In 1947 when my father got out of the Army, my family moved from Plymouth to Kingston, where my mother's family had land since the 1800s. It was a hardscrabble rock and dirt road that connects the back ends of Kingston and Plympton. It was very remote in those days. My father built a house across the road from Ernie's grandparents. They were great old folks. Albert lived there too. I saw Albert every day, and Ernie would visit. They were teenagers and I was 5 years old. I worshipped them and followed them around.
When I was a teenager I moved to California and connected with Albert when we both lived in Oakland. I lent him my Fender Stratocaster guitar. Once, when I was sick, he sat by my bed and played for me. My life got busy, traveling around the country playing music. I found that he had moved, years went by, and I heard he had died. Ernie made efforts with his family and 30 years later I got my guitar back. (Thank you for helping with that.) That's when Ernie and I became friends. We visited him in Boston, and he came to visit us in Crockett. We spent a great weekend in Monterey
where Ernie and friends attended the Jazz Festival and met Clint Eastwood. Ernie was delighted to finally see giant redwoods up close. We stayed in touch after that.
It is with great sorrow I write this, but he had the life he wanted to live. He was productive, happy and loved, and we will miss him.
September 28, 2020
Rest In Peace Uncle Ernie