David Anthony Santogrossi David Anthony Santogrossi, 63, of Lafayette, Indiana, died January 28, 2010, at Indiana University Hospital in Indianapolis from complications of multiple myeloma. David was born on January 17, 1947, in Springfield, Illinois, the son of Fred and Dorine Santogrossi. David was preceded in death by his parents and by a sister, Judith.Continue Reading
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Barbara Houze
We shared not only a love of Civic theatre but also of psychology. Although he was not a practitioner he was a silent supporter of the clinical psychologists who were in private practice in the community. That was very appreciated.
I think I have seen every one of the Civic productions that David played the drums for and/or helped construct the set for. He was so generous in sharing his talents.
For all these things and more, he will be remembered fondly. And we will miss him.
Jodie Schlatter
Kathy McGraw
We hadn&t been in touch in a long time, but I never forgot David and his impact on my life. He took an interest in a young student and made a real difference. I have no doubt you are hearing many, many versions of my story, as I know he was important to many students.
David Santogrossi was a kind man and he will be missed by more people than you can imagine.
David was someone who could relate to people at all levels of the university. I found him to be a great advocate during a job change I encountered here at Purdue. He was concerned about all the employees who worked in this department, and was constantly upbeat with everyone he encountered.
His appreciation for and participation in the arts was also remarkable. I celebrate his kindness, humor, wit, wisdom, and support.
David will be missed.
Ethel Swartzendruber
P.S. Just in case Michael Morrison&t e-mail tribute didn&t reach you, I copy it here for you. The music is just perfect and his quote so timely:
This is for David, his family, and for us: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMTKb-pgxGI
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"If poetry is the little myth we make,
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and in our living, constantly remake."
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He sure knew his business and was able to talk and understand parents as well as the kids.
His expertise will be missed! He was a great guy!
I have started writing bits and pieces of things that happened in my life, and I have one story that is about David.
Dean David
Back when I was in Indiana, I got this call one day to see if I could hem some stage curtains for the local Civic Theater. They were 31 feet long, and needed to be shorter for the play Gypsy. I was able to complete the task, and the night of the delivery I was going to stay to watch the rehearsal. After being there a short bit, the director came over to me and asked me if I could read. I said, "yes". Can I give directions? Do I have the next 3 weeks free? I got drafted on the spot to be the back stage manager for the play since the person doing it had fallen earlier in the day and was having surgery on her broken leg.
Keep in mind, I that hemming the curtains was the closest thing I have ever done to being involved in a play since maybe 4th grade when I was in the play Stone Soup. In which the blow up petticoat I was wearing sprung a leak while I was on stage and my dress kept shrinking.
However, I had just been thrown into a situation I was willing to take the challenge for. I had to stand back stage, cue the musicians, draw the curtain and do this that and the other. I also ended up making a couple of the stripper costumes, which is a whole other story in itself. In the brief intro of how to do things, I was told to never call the drummer Dave, call him David. So, I cued David for 3 weeks. After the last show, we were all out in the auditorium, I was standing near "David" and someone came up to him and said. "Way to go Dean, good job."
"Wait a minute," I said. "What happened to only calling you David. Who is this Dean?"
"That&s not my name," he said, smiling, "It&s my title."
"Who are you?"
"Since you went to Purdue, I thought you knew, I am the Associate Dean of the School of Liberal Arts. I am Dean David Santigrossi"
"Oh, I thought you were just Drummer David."
Well, a few weeks went by and Dean David called out of the blue one day. "What are you doing on Saturday, he asked?"
"Nothing that I know of."
"How about going to Chicago with me to see the play Chicago at the theater Chicago. Mary J. Blige is playing in it. "
"OH MY GOD! I think I only said that about twenty million times."
Of course the next call was to a girl friend who had recently moved to North Carolina. She instantly knew the red pantsuit I should wear, and was going to overnight it to me.
So, a few days later, donned in the bright red suit, I took off on the 2 hours road trip to the big city. We ate at an Italian restaurant and window shopped all over the town. It was a marvelous day.
Crossing the street to the theater, of course, I was caught up in the lights and not paying attention. So, the mud puddle was not even in my line of sight. I don&t think the car saw it either, but the tire did. I was splashed from head to toe. Of course, Dean David, standing next to me did not have a drop on him.
He generously offered to take me shopping to buy a new outfit. I was stupid and declined the offer. I thoroughly enjoyed the front row center stage fir