How bittersweet it is that now we can only celebrate, with
laughter and with tears, the joyful life of Jimmy Liptak, that large-souled
wonder who dedicated himself for so many years to helping behaviorally and physically-challenged
kids. He was larger
than life, with an easy smile and warm laugh, who would light up with infectious
passion talking about the latest challenges, and successes, in his work. We will savor his memory and will forever, as
long as we are here, tell the stories – his exploits as a Chicago CTA bus
driver once driving off route to safely deliver a little old lady in distress; his
enigmatic love of camp skits of cheesy song (“I Am a Fine Musician”) and fractured
drama (“Squaw Bury Shortcake”); his driving a borrowed, old commercial truck
all over Chicagoland for years picking up and dropping off disabled kids and young
adults for gatherings and outings, and every time but once producing the right
match up of people and wheelchairs at his destination; his affinity for
philosophical inquiry encapsulated in his perennial question “Can you get a
sundae on a Monday?” Eventually fate
drew Jimmy, the pride of Cicero and Quigley South, away from his hometown, first to the
West Coast and then to the East, to work and to raise a beautiful family, but
he kept close connections with friends and family back in Chicago. Jimmy and his sister Marion were longtime MDA
volunteers and were among the founding leaders of Horizon.
Here are some memories:
Jimmy in 1978 at MDA Camp Ravenswood leading everyone in song – probably "I am a Fine Musician", which was the only one he knew (or maybe it just seemed that way!)
Actually, when I referred to "cheesy" song above I wasn't kidding -- the other song Jimmy knew, and loved to lead everyone in singing, was what he called the "Cheese Song" [also known as "Roll Me Over the Ocean"]: "It's cheese, it's cheese, it's cheese that makes the mice go round, it's cheese, it's cheese, it's cheese that makes the mice go round," variations of which go on seemingly ad infinitem and occasionally ad nauseum (perhaps it was only the camp food!). Actually, it's not as bad as it reads on paper -- trust me on this one. In fact, I have an audio clip of Jimmy leading the camp in this very song from a 1981 lunch, which I had hoped to have posted up by now, but I haven't yet figured out how to incorporte an MP3 file into this blog.
At MDA Camp Ravenswood East in 1975 (L to R): Ron Balsamo, Jimmy Liptak, Bob Medrala
At MDA Camp Ravenswood East 1975: Bev Bjork, Jimmy Liptak, and Marion Liptak, with Bob Macak sitting.
At MDA Camp 1980 (L to R): Jimmy Liptak, Danny Martin, Rich Westley
At MDA Camp Ravenswood West 1978: Jimmy Liptak and Jan Mozack, with young camper David McSweeney
At MDA Camp Ravenswood West 1978: Jimmy Liptak, with Freddy Martin on the right, in front of the Cuckoo's Nest
At MDA Camp Hastings 1981: Jimmy with long-time camper and good friend Roger Gordon, near the spot later made famous by Jimmy as "Gordon's Leap".
[Above:] At the Spring, 1978, Roast for Rich Westley on his leaving for the Peace Corps, on Chicago's South Side: (Back L to R:) Pete Muzzy, Mike Angelico, Jeff Sader, Mike Oliver, Johnny Angelico, Dean Krone; (Front L to R:) Jimmy Liptak with Kevin Abell on his lap, Tom Musillami, Rich Westley, Rick Balsamo, Danny Martin with David Abell on his shoulders, and Mike Engels.
At the Jury Room Tavern on Lincoln Avenue in Chicago, directly across the street from the Biograph Theater, on December 20, 1985: (L to R) Rick Balsamo, Jimmy Liptak, & Danny Martin.
At the 1981 Horizon Winter Camp at Camp Villa Marie on Pistakee Lake in Northern Illinois, New Year's Eve Party 12/31/81 - 1/1/82: With flowers in his hair, Jimmy Liptak, with Bugaloo Alvin James showing him some moves
At MDA Camp Hastings 1982 (L to R): Tim Coleman, Johnny Angelico, Jimmy Liptak, Bob Medrala, and Rick Dsida
At MDA Camp Hastings 1981: The One & Only Jimmy Liptak, Hail & Farewell
Rick Balsamo
The gift from God that I gave thanks for everyday. He loved my Sister in a way that one can only pray for. I'll miss you Brother Jimmy...
ReplyDeleteThank you Rick....Such great memories of camp...both MDA and winter. He had such an amazing smile....Kanella
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I remember the cheese song- Jimmy sang it at our house and when we visited in Massachusetts. It's going to be stuck in my head all day, but I don't mind.
ReplyDelete-Gabby
Ricky B.--Thanks for setting up this blog.
ReplyDeleteI first attended Muscular Dystrophy at YMCA Camp Ravenswood in 1971 (I was sixteen). My first 'encounter' with Jimmy Liptak came second hand, through the filter of my unit leader, Denny Harris, who in response to a question from another attendant, flatly stated, "Stay away from Liptak--he's trouble." Of course I wanted to meet Jimmy after that but only glimpsed him from afar that week--I remember seeing him coming back from the infamous mudslide escapade with Sue Beeson and the other nurses.
The next year I attended Ravenswood East and was placed in Cabin D with Jimmy--we were both attendants under the supremely relaxed eye of Bill Manley, our unit leader. That was an all-star cabin, probably THE all-star cabin in the history of MD camp. Other attendants included Jeff Sader, Pat Wilsey, famous Wisconsin volunteer Dick Raemmer (yeah, we went with the obvious in jokes about his name), and Earl 'Tiger' Ruger. In addition to my man Kevin Brinkman and Jimmy's Randy Wolfmeyer, we also had 'campers' Tim Thiel and Bruno 'Boom Boom' Andruk, who was attending camp for the first time with all three of his brothers, all with dystrophy. And I think we had John Lianos too.
That week of camp was a nearly sleepless six-day-epic-whiffle ball-Rocket Man-Montana Red Dog-Indian Night-Scotch and Coke-Psychodelicious-Carnivalesque celebration with Jimmy as Ringmaster. From that week forward, Jimmy and I were close as could be friends who would help start Horizon.
But that's another story, part of a much larger saga, that I intend to share with all good Camp People when I complete it.
'Hey takola michuwaki! Ahhhn
Hey takola michuwaki! Uhhhn!
Aki-taki uma, aki-taki uma,
Hey diddle, hi diddle, ho diddle-ay'
I sing this one for Jimmy.
Rich Westley
Thanks for the touching memories Rich Westley! I remember you leaving for Senegal in 1978 or 1979.
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