Michael Hurd
Kill Devil Hills- Michael Hurd of Norfolk died July 18, 2015 in Kill Devil Hills while vacationing. Michael was born June 22, 1937 in Pennsylvania and was a successful stock broker for many years. He was a seasonal resident of Kill Devil Hills for over 30 years. Survivors include his wife Marguerite N. Hurd of the Norfolk residence and many other relatives and friends who will mourn his passing.
Plans for a memorial service in Norfolk are pending at this time through HD Oliver Funeral Home.
Michael Hurd
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Departed on Jul. 18, 2015 and resided in Norfolk, VA.
Service: Tuesday, Aug. 4, 2015
11:00 am
NORFOLK – Michael Hurd, 78, passed away suddenly on Saturday, July 18, 2015 at his beloved beach home in Kill Devil Hills, NC. Mike was born in Philadelphia, PA, he was preceded in death by his parents, Margarethe and Porter Hurd and his three older siblings. He is survived by his wife, Marguerite; his children, Jennifer Roberts, Michael (Kim), Paul, and Margaret Hagan (Mark); and nine grandchildren.
Michael possessed a genuine interest in all those whom he met. He had a wonderful sense of humor, a generous spirit, and willingness to help those less fortunate than himself. Whomever he was talking with he always made them feel as though they were the most important person. Throughout his life he maintained friendships from childhood through his Dartmouth College days. Upon retiring from the brokerage business he became involved with Norfolk Master Gardeners and Lee's Friends.
A memorial service will be conducted at 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 4 at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church, 1004 Graydon Ave., Norfolk with Rev. Fr. John Rohrs officiating. A reception will follow the church service. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Lee's Friends or a charity of donor's choice.
H. D. Oliver Funeral Apts., Norfolk Chapel is handling arrangements.
A Classmate's Eulogy:
We are here to celebrate the life of a wonderful man: husband, father, grandfather, colleague, teammate, friend. Today I represent four of Mike’s friends from Swarthmore, PA who go back to at least 7th grade with him. In our senior year of high school we were teammates on an undefeated football team. For the past 35 years we have gotten together once each year for a few days of food, fellowship and fond reminiscences. We lie to each other about how great we look and what fabulous athletes we were. We even play a little poker—some of us badly.
Mike was our dear friend. When I say “friend,” I am not talking about the superficial Facebook type of friend that is all the rage today. Like the words celebrity and hero, the word friend has been debased in recent years. It is now used to mean a mere acquaintance, or someone once known years ago.
To me a friend is someone with whom you shared some meaningful life experiences. As a result, when you get together after a separation of a month, a year, or even several years, you are immediately able to take up where you left off. That’s what being a friend means to me, and that’s the kind of friendship we had with Mike for 65 years.
Someone once said that a man is measured by his friends. If this is true, Mike stood very tall indeed because everyone seemed to be his friend. He made friends easily and he had that wonderful talent for making whomever he was with feel that he was genuinely interested in whatever they were doing or had to say. His great sense of humor could brighten a room. Even from 3,000 miles away, a phone call from Mike would make my day.
I once heard someone describe a friend as one whom you could warm your hands on—and that certainly was true of Mike, although the metaphor is more appropriate for the cold and snow of New Hampshire than summertime in Virginia.
Mike and I were roommates in college. I had two responsibilities to play in this arrangement. First, I had to get him out of bed each morning and over to the dining hall where he worked to earn his meals. Second, I had to listen to a succession of young ladies who found Mike irresistible and wanted my help in pointing him their way. I never fully understood what it was about Mike that seemed to make women want to mother him. I believe it was the big teddy bear aspect of his appearance and his character
Mike had an incredible interest in sports—all sports. I am not talking just about the big leagues. Colleges and minor leagues were also followed avidly. He was probably the only person to remain a loyal A’s fan as the team moved from its original home in Philadelphia, to Kansas City, and then on to Oakland.
Mike Hurd was my friend. I liked him—dare I say in these politically-charged times that I loved him, as did many of our Swarthmore and Dartmouth friends (and judging by the number of you here today, so did many in the Norfolk community). Mike touched many lives in a positive, caring manner. Those of us who were so touched were made better because of our association with him. Maggie, Paul, Jennifer, Michael, we thank you for sharing this wonderful man with us. Mike, we wish you Godspeed.
-- Randall "Randy" Malin
Kill Devil Hills- Michael Hurd of Norfolk died July 18, 2015 in Kill Devil Hills while vacationing. Michael was born June 22, 1937 in Pennsylvania and was a successful stock broker for many years. He was a seasonal resident of Kill Devil Hills for over 30 years. Survivors include his wife Marguerite N. Hurd of the Norfolk residence and many other relatives and friends who will mourn his passing.
Plans for a memorial service in Norfolk are pending at this time through HD Oliver Funeral Home.
Michael Hurd
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Departed on Jul. 18, 2015 and resided in Norfolk, VA.
Service: Tuesday, Aug. 4, 2015
11:00 am
NORFOLK – Michael Hurd, 78, passed away suddenly on Saturday, July 18, 2015 at his beloved beach home in Kill Devil Hills, NC. Mike was born in Philadelphia, PA, he was preceded in death by his parents, Margarethe and Porter Hurd and his three older siblings. He is survived by his wife, Marguerite; his children, Jennifer Roberts, Michael (Kim), Paul, and Margaret Hagan (Mark); and nine grandchildren.
Michael possessed a genuine interest in all those whom he met. He had a wonderful sense of humor, a generous spirit, and willingness to help those less fortunate than himself. Whomever he was talking with he always made them feel as though they were the most important person. Throughout his life he maintained friendships from childhood through his Dartmouth College days. Upon retiring from the brokerage business he became involved with Norfolk Master Gardeners and Lee's Friends.
A memorial service will be conducted at 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 4 at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church, 1004 Graydon Ave., Norfolk with Rev. Fr. John Rohrs officiating. A reception will follow the church service. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Lee's Friends or a charity of donor's choice.
H. D. Oliver Funeral Apts., Norfolk Chapel is handling arrangements.
A Classmate's Eulogy:
We are here to celebrate the life of a wonderful man: husband, father, grandfather, colleague, teammate, friend. Today I represent four of Mike’s friends from Swarthmore, PA who go back to at least 7th grade with him. In our senior year of high school we were teammates on an undefeated football team. For the past 35 years we have gotten together once each year for a few days of food, fellowship and fond reminiscences. We lie to each other about how great we look and what fabulous athletes we were. We even play a little poker—some of us badly.
Mike was our dear friend. When I say “friend,” I am not talking about the superficial Facebook type of friend that is all the rage today. Like the words celebrity and hero, the word friend has been debased in recent years. It is now used to mean a mere acquaintance, or someone once known years ago.
To me a friend is someone with whom you shared some meaningful life experiences. As a result, when you get together after a separation of a month, a year, or even several years, you are immediately able to take up where you left off. That’s what being a friend means to me, and that’s the kind of friendship we had with Mike for 65 years.
Someone once said that a man is measured by his friends. If this is true, Mike stood very tall indeed because everyone seemed to be his friend. He made friends easily and he had that wonderful talent for making whomever he was with feel that he was genuinely interested in whatever they were doing or had to say. His great sense of humor could brighten a room. Even from 3,000 miles away, a phone call from Mike would make my day.
I once heard someone describe a friend as one whom you could warm your hands on—and that certainly was true of Mike, although the metaphor is more appropriate for the cold and snow of New Hampshire than summertime in Virginia.
Mike and I were roommates in college. I had two responsibilities to play in this arrangement. First, I had to get him out of bed each morning and over to the dining hall where he worked to earn his meals. Second, I had to listen to a succession of young ladies who found Mike irresistible and wanted my help in pointing him their way. I never fully understood what it was about Mike that seemed to make women want to mother him. I believe it was the big teddy bear aspect of his appearance and his character
Mike had an incredible interest in sports—all sports. I am not talking just about the big leagues. Colleges and minor leagues were also followed avidly. He was probably the only person to remain a loyal A’s fan as the team moved from its original home in Philadelphia, to Kansas City, and then on to Oakland.
Mike Hurd was my friend. I liked him—dare I say in these politically-charged times that I loved him, as did many of our Swarthmore and Dartmouth friends (and judging by the number of you here today, so did many in the Norfolk community). Mike touched many lives in a positive, caring manner. Those of us who were so touched were made better because of our association with him. Maggie, Paul, Jennifer, Michael, we thank you for sharing this wonderful man with us. Mike, we wish you Godspeed.
-- Randall "Randy" Malin
Michael Hurd
Kill Devil Hills- Michael Hurd of Norfolk died July 18, 2015 in Kill Devil Hills while vacationing. Michael was born June 22, 1937 in Pennsylvania and was a successful stock broker for many years. He was a seasonal resident of Kill Devil Hills for over 30 years. Survivors include his wife Marguerite N. Hurd of the Norfolk residence and many other relatives and friends who will mourn his passing.
Plans for a memorial service in Norfolk are pending at this time through HD Oliver Funeral Home.
Michael Hurd
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Departed on Jul. 18, 2015 and resided in Norfolk, VA.
Service: Tuesday, Aug. 4, 2015
11:00 am
NORFOLK – Michael Hurd, 78, passed away suddenly on Saturday, July 18, 2015 at his beloved beach home in Kill Devil Hills, NC. Mike was born in Philadelphia, PA, he was preceded in death by his parents, Margarethe and Porter Hurd and his three older siblings. He is survived by his wife, Marguerite; his children, Jennifer Roberts, Michael (Kim), Paul, and Margaret Hagan (Mark); and nine grandchildren.
Michael possessed a genuine interest in all those whom he met. He had a wonderful sense of humor, a generous spirit, and willingness to help those less fortunate than himself. Whomever he was talking with he always made them feel as though they were the most important person. Throughout his life he maintained friendships from childhood through his Dartmouth College days. Upon retiring from the brokerage business he became involved with Norfolk Master Gardeners and Lee's Friends.
A memorial service will be conducted at 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 4 at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church, 1004 Graydon Ave., Norfolk with Rev. Fr. John Rohrs officiating. A reception will follow the church service. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Lee's Friends or a charity of donor's choice.
H. D. Oliver Funeral Apts., Norfolk Chapel is handling arrangements.
A Classmate's Eulogy:
We are here to celebrate the life of a wonderful man: husband, father, grandfather, colleague, teammate, friend. Today I represent four of Mike’s friends from Swarthmore, PA who go back to at least 7th grade with him. In our senior year of high school we were teammates on an undefeated football team. For the past 35 years we have gotten together once each year for a few days of food, fellowship and fond reminiscences. We lie to each other about how great we look and what fabulous athletes we were. We even play a little poker—some of us badly.
Mike was our dear friend. When I say “friend,” I am not talking about the superficial Facebook type of friend that is all the rage today. Like the words celebrity and hero, the word friend has been debased in recent years. It is now used to mean a mere acquaintance, or someone once known years ago.
To me a friend is someone with whom you shared some meaningful life experiences. As a result, when you get together after a separation of a month, a year, or even several years, you are immediately able to take up where you left off. That’s what being a friend means to me, and that’s the kind of friendship we had with Mike for 65 years.
Someone once said that a man is measured by his friends. If this is true, Mike stood very tall indeed because everyone seemed to be his friend. He made friends easily and he had that wonderful talent for making whomever he was with feel that he was genuinely interested in whatever they were doing or had to say. His great sense of humor could brighten a room. Even from 3,000 miles away, a phone call from Mike would make my day.
I once heard someone describe a friend as one whom you could warm your hands on—and that certainly was true of Mike, although the metaphor is more appropriate for the cold and snow of New Hampshire than summertime in Virginia.
Mike and I were roommates in college. I had two responsibilities to play in this arrangement. First, I had to get him out of bed each morning and over to the dining hall where he worked to earn his meals. Second, I had to listen to a succession of young ladies who found Mike irresistible and wanted my help in pointing him their way. I never fully understood what it was about Mike that seemed to make women want to mother him. I believe it was the big teddy bear aspect of his appearance and his character
Mike had an incredible interest in sports—all sports. I am not talking just about the big leagues. Colleges and minor leagues were also followed avidly. He was probably the only person to remain a loyal A’s fan as the team moved from its original home in Philadelphia, to Kansas City, and then on to Oakland.
Mike Hurd was my friend. I liked him—dare I say in these politically-charged times that I loved him, as did many of our Swarthmore and Dartmouth friends (and judging by the number of you here today, so did many in the Norfolk community). Mike touched many lives in a positive, caring manner. Those of us who were so touched were made better because of our association with him. Maggie, Paul, Jennifer, Michael, we thank you for sharing this wonderful man with us. Mike, we wish you Godspeed.
-- Randall "Randy" Malin
Kill Devil Hills- Michael Hurd of Norfolk died July 18, 2015 in Kill Devil Hills while vacationing. Michael was born June 22, 1937 in Pennsylvania and was a successful stock broker for many years. He was a seasonal resident of Kill Devil Hills for over 30 years. Survivors include his wife Marguerite N. Hurd of the Norfolk residence and many other relatives and friends who will mourn his passing.
Plans for a memorial service in Norfolk are pending at this time through HD Oliver Funeral Home.
Michael Hurd
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Departed on Jul. 18, 2015 and resided in Norfolk, VA.
Service: Tuesday, Aug. 4, 2015
11:00 am
NORFOLK – Michael Hurd, 78, passed away suddenly on Saturday, July 18, 2015 at his beloved beach home in Kill Devil Hills, NC. Mike was born in Philadelphia, PA, he was preceded in death by his parents, Margarethe and Porter Hurd and his three older siblings. He is survived by his wife, Marguerite; his children, Jennifer Roberts, Michael (Kim), Paul, and Margaret Hagan (Mark); and nine grandchildren.
Michael possessed a genuine interest in all those whom he met. He had a wonderful sense of humor, a generous spirit, and willingness to help those less fortunate than himself. Whomever he was talking with he always made them feel as though they were the most important person. Throughout his life he maintained friendships from childhood through his Dartmouth College days. Upon retiring from the brokerage business he became involved with Norfolk Master Gardeners and Lee's Friends.
A memorial service will be conducted at 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 4 at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church, 1004 Graydon Ave., Norfolk with Rev. Fr. John Rohrs officiating. A reception will follow the church service. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Lee's Friends or a charity of donor's choice.
H. D. Oliver Funeral Apts., Norfolk Chapel is handling arrangements.
A Classmate's Eulogy:
We are here to celebrate the life of a wonderful man: husband, father, grandfather, colleague, teammate, friend. Today I represent four of Mike’s friends from Swarthmore, PA who go back to at least 7th grade with him. In our senior year of high school we were teammates on an undefeated football team. For the past 35 years we have gotten together once each year for a few days of food, fellowship and fond reminiscences. We lie to each other about how great we look and what fabulous athletes we were. We even play a little poker—some of us badly.
Mike was our dear friend. When I say “friend,” I am not talking about the superficial Facebook type of friend that is all the rage today. Like the words celebrity and hero, the word friend has been debased in recent years. It is now used to mean a mere acquaintance, or someone once known years ago.
To me a friend is someone with whom you shared some meaningful life experiences. As a result, when you get together after a separation of a month, a year, or even several years, you are immediately able to take up where you left off. That’s what being a friend means to me, and that’s the kind of friendship we had with Mike for 65 years.
Someone once said that a man is measured by his friends. If this is true, Mike stood very tall indeed because everyone seemed to be his friend. He made friends easily and he had that wonderful talent for making whomever he was with feel that he was genuinely interested in whatever they were doing or had to say. His great sense of humor could brighten a room. Even from 3,000 miles away, a phone call from Mike would make my day.
I once heard someone describe a friend as one whom you could warm your hands on—and that certainly was true of Mike, although the metaphor is more appropriate for the cold and snow of New Hampshire than summertime in Virginia.
Mike and I were roommates in college. I had two responsibilities to play in this arrangement. First, I had to get him out of bed each morning and over to the dining hall where he worked to earn his meals. Second, I had to listen to a succession of young ladies who found Mike irresistible and wanted my help in pointing him their way. I never fully understood what it was about Mike that seemed to make women want to mother him. I believe it was the big teddy bear aspect of his appearance and his character
Mike had an incredible interest in sports—all sports. I am not talking just about the big leagues. Colleges and minor leagues were also followed avidly. He was probably the only person to remain a loyal A’s fan as the team moved from its original home in Philadelphia, to Kansas City, and then on to Oakland.
Mike Hurd was my friend. I liked him—dare I say in these politically-charged times that I loved him, as did many of our Swarthmore and Dartmouth friends (and judging by the number of you here today, so did many in the Norfolk community). Mike touched many lives in a positive, caring manner. Those of us who were so touched were made better because of our association with him. Maggie, Paul, Jennifer, Michael, we thank you for sharing this wonderful man with us. Mike, we wish you Godspeed.
-- Randall "Randy" Malin
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