Charlie’s Friends Gather Tonight and on January 19 in Music and Memory

Our brother and friend, Charles “Charlie” Rudd left this world early Monday morning, Nov. 19, 2012.  He had resided in Arcata since 1979, and was well known and respected within the local folk music and academic communities.

Charlie was born on March 7, 1955 in Boston, Massachusetts,
the youngest of three children.  He was proud that he was a
“Boston Blue Blood,” able to trace his family lineage on both
sides back to the Mayflower.

Special childhood memories Charlie shared with his friends were of numerous summers, visiting his grandparents’ home in Woods Hole, on Cape Cod.

He spent hours scouring the horizon with binoculars, watching sailboat races and collecting shells on the beach.  He saved many photos of those happy days.

Young Charlie attended The Industrial School for Crippled Children, which later became known as Codding School, in Lexington, Mass.

He entered Noble and Greenough School in Dedham, Mass. for High School.  He excelled in his Arts, History and Literature courses, and continued to stay connected to these two schools through their alumni associations for the rest of his life.

After graduating High School in 1973, Charlie decided to explore the USA, visiting several of his relatives, living for a few months in the Mojave Desert, and ultimately settling on the West Coast, first in Merced with his mom, then Mendocino, and later, Arcata.  Some time after arriving in Arcata, he enrolled and graduated from College of the Redwoods earning his Associate of Arts
degree around 1984.

From a young age Charlie involved himself with music and language skills, studying and learning to play several musical instruments including whistles, flutes, Uilleann (Irish, smaller sized) bag pipes and the concertina, a small six sided accordion-like instrument.  (Charlie would have been able to go in to greater detail as to what makes the concertina not like an accordion!)

He enjoyed foreign languages, in particular all of the Gaelic family of languages, and was self taught in Irish language to a very high and fluent proficiency.  Charlie
was meticulously dedicated to and knowledgeable on
every aspect of Irish culture, politics, music, art and
language, and indeed, to Ireland.

For about 10 years, from the mid-1980s to the mid 1990s, Charlie was an Irish Language instructor through Humboldt State University Extended Education.  He taught one class over many terms: “Introduction to Irish Gaelic.”  After that time, he continued teaching privately for the remainder of his life.

Often, Charlie could be seen with one or the other of his two regular students, who had become his close friends, Phylis Geller and Barbara Murphy Hitchko, at the Plaza Grill on a Tuesday evening.  There was also
available his online tutoring, and he was recognized as an
authority in Irish language by NAACLT: North American
Association for Celtic Language Teachers, among other
academic language education groups to which he belonged.

Charlie Rudd was and is still considered an honored member in good standing with the North Coast Scottish Society, based in Eureka.  “He will always be with us, in body or in spirit.”

Charlie enjoyed playing and listening to Irish and Celtic music, and was an eager local participant starting back in the very early years of the Humboldt Folk Life Society, promoting many of its activities and performing at events.

There were several musical groups to which Charlie belonged, including The Primal Drone Society, of which he was a founding member with Alan Morden.  The two began playing in a duo at Café Mokka in Arcata.  Later they were joined by Michael Pierce, David Isley, Randle Lundberg, Phil Crump and others, and the Primal Drone Society expanded.

Arcata resident Barbara Wells recounted that Charlie was a fixture at “the green house” on 11th Street, where musicians often gathered to play and occasionally have a meal.  “He was a friend to the whole crowd,” she remarked.  Another group to which he belonged was the Last Minute Men, a group which played for HFS contra dances.

Charlie was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to travel and visit a cousin living in Ireland two times, in 1979 and again in 1981.  While there, he immersed himself in the language, culture, and music of the West and North West of Ireland.

He collected and learned the music, as well as tales and stories from Irish musicians and “Seanachais” (Story tellers) of The Connemara and surrounding regions of Galway, and the Blue Stack Mountains of Donegal.  Through paying close attention and over many years of listening to native Irish speakers in tapes and CDs he could keenly identify and copy dialects and diction, as well as musical playing styles, from all over Ireland.

Most of his language teaching was sort of a mix of Donegal and Galway dialects.  He could speak fluent
Irish in “rapid fire,” which was often both amusing and
confusing to us, his students.  To keep his skill in the
language honed, all of Charlie’s shopping lists, to do
lists, etc. were written in Irish.  Many e-mails and later,
his iPhone texts were in both Irish (always first) followed
by the English.

Being a physically disabled individual Charlie also became involved and active with local groups which promoted and assisted his fellow disabled Humboldt citizens.  One group in particular was Redwood Community Action Agency, of which he was a board member from 1983 to 1988.

Charlie’s life was full of many experiences and countless stories.  He only recently recalled that in 1962 he shook hands with President John Kennedy who had come to tour the hospital in which Charlie was a patient (Joseph P. Kennedy Hospital for Children, Boston).  He wondered over the years if ever a photograph had been taken of that occasion.

In 1997 in The Plough And Stars Irish pub in San Francisco, Charlie received a kiss on his cheek from famed Irish accordionist Sharon Shannon.  Charlie was one of her fondest admirers.  “I’ll never wash this cheek again!” he beamed!

Always one to love a good joke, Charlie also enjoyed telling them, some off color, but all funny. He kept a collection of cartoons he had drawn, notes made of jokes by people
such as George Carlin, as well as several
good joke books in his library.

Charlie is survived by his sister, Katrina Dean (Larry) of Harrisburg, Oregon, his brother, Dwight Rudd (Ann) of Danville, Virginia, and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins.  He is also survived by close friends: Colin Reid (Kathy D’Or Reid) of Eureka, Barbara Murphy Hitchko (Michael Carroll) of Eureka, Ed Ramos (Marilyn) of Arcata, and Phylis Geller of Arcata.

For their compassion and care for him, Charlie’s family and friends thank Dr. Andrew Hooper, David Horwitz, PA-C, Dr. Barker, Dr. Cobb, and nursing staff, in particular: the
Center for Wound Care and Hyperbaric Medicine at Mad
River Hospital; the staff of Open Door Community
Health Center, Arcata; IHSS care givers Martha Tomini,
Arthur Austin, Kim Ryan and Richard Ely, the staff at
St Francis Memorial Hospital, San Francisco, and the
staff of Granada Healthcare and Rehabilitation Center,
Eureka.

On Saturday, Dec. 22 from 8 to 11 p.m. Charlie’s bandmates from The Primal Drone Society, aka:  The Drones, will get together and play some tunes in memory of their friend at Finnish Country Sauna and Tubs, located
at Fifth and J streets in Arcata.

Charlie’s friends and colleagues are invited to an evening Celebration and Tribute, to be held Jan. 19, 2013 at Plaza Grill in Jacoby’s Storehouse.  Irish and Celtic folk musicians are encouraged to come with instruments for an informal Irish-Celtic style music sesiuin.  More information will be announced.

His family requests that in memory of Charles Huntting Rudd, donations be directed to The Humboldt Folklife Society, a 501(c)3 California non-profit organization, humboldtfolklife.org, or to your favorite charity.

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Goodbye, Charlie.  Farewell, our friend.

Thank you for the love and the music and the friendship you so freely and kindly gave to all.  Life was a little richer and fuller and sweeter in part because of you.

Bail ó Dhia ort~ codladh sámh.

(Posted by Skippy Massey)