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On Wednesday, July 1, 2020, 10:34:31 AM MST, Karen Snyder via Dialogue <dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
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<div><div id="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"><div>Jim Troxel asked me to post this remembrance of John’s life:<div class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"><br class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"></div><div class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">
<p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal;"><i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">“If a man does not keep pace with his
companions,</i></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal;"><i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">perhaps it is because he hears a
different drummer.”</i></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal;"><i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">Henry David Thoreau.</span></i></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><img align="left" hspace="12" alt="No photo description available." id="ydpac35a8d8yiv83603876156DD52949-9F6F-4DCD-A5AA-7CF6C5192D71" src="cid:Cw2QbHLOgubp5zE3E6vk" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615" data-id="1593625105181"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">It was the early part of
1966 on the campus of Oklahoma State University located in Stillwater that I, as
a naive sophomore, first encountered John Giancola, a senior philosophy major. John
was active in the Methodist Wesley Foundation, led by our campus ministers Carl
Caskey and Vance Engleman, which served as the hotbed of student awakenment and
activism in which I and a lot of other students were caught up. We recruited students and faculty to attend
the weekend religious seminars of the Ecumenical Institute (EI) and organized
caravans to make the road trip up to EI in Chicago’s Inner City at least twice
a quarter. We labeled ourselves the FATAGS, the Friday Afternoon Tea and Glee
Society, and eventually helped lead some 5000 students and faculty to protest the
school administration’s reduction of our first amendment rights. We hammered
out a bi-weekly off-campus student newspaper called <i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">The Drummer</i> paying homage to Thoreau.* While Ron Stevens served as its editor, two
of our intellectual leaders were Rob Work and John Giancola. While Rob was
quieter and laid back, John was more spirited and outgoing. Indeed, John was
the life of our parties. </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">The most
bizarre parties we held in the small auditorium of the Foundation were a
re-enactment of <i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">The Sound of Music</i> movie
that came out the year before. I have no recollection as to how or why we got
into this as our cabaret. We’d dole out the parts and invariably John lobbied
for and was always cast as the Mother Abbess whose rendition of “Climb Every Mountain”
was the highpoint of the evening. John’s casting was perhaps a hint of his
future inclinations. </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">It was John’s spirit
and energy, though, that I remember the most. He was the center of whatever
discussion or activity we were caught up in at the moment. His enthusiasm
engaged all around him and none of us ever expected that whatever windmill we’d
be going after that we wouldn’t conquer the giants. His smile played the tune
of the pied piper and it was hard not to follow him whatever road he took. John
had the gruff appearance of Tevye from <i class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">Fiddler
on the Roof</i>. His compassion for subjects, causes and the people around him
was infectious.</span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">John and Rob
graduated in the spring of 1966 and both found their way to Chicago eventually
to join the staff of the EI, which modeled itself as a “lay ecumenical
religious family order.” Vance Engleman and Judy Sparks Montgomery would take
the plunge as well and other Wesley Foundation folks would join up in Chicago,
myself included. But, alas, the structures of EI were too confining for John.
He marched to a different drummer. So he moved to New York to find his bliss. </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">I have not
seen him since he left OSU. But, obviously, he had a big impact on my life. My
tribute to John is that he played the role in my life of the Avatar. He served
as an embodiment of the essence of a superhuman being in an earthly form. He
was, in other words, bigger than life. He transcended the particulars of the
moment to enable us to see the larger picture of what we were about. He led us
to new awarenesses that we couldn’t see for ourselves. And, for an unformed
adolescent who was caught up in the whirlwind of the ‘60s, he had a profound
influence on my life direction. </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615">John died
recently due to complications arising from the COVID virus. Thank you, John, for being you.</span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;" class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615"> </span></p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal">Jim Troxel</p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal"> </p><p class="ydpac35a8d8yiv8360387615MsoNormal"> </p>
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