From John W. Maslin (nephew) My grandmother, and Stanley Owens Foster’s mother, Ann Daggett Foster, was many things including an artist. She created a series of Christmas cards between her marriage and the premature death of my grandfather, Abbott Burke Foster, in 1943. My grandmother called the series “Being a Record of the Christmas Greetings… Continue reading The House of Foster Christmas 1940
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An absolute joy to be around
I’ve known Dr. Foster since I came to the Rollins School of Public Health over 25 years ago. He was always so friendly – I had the pleasure of working with him in the Hubert Dept of Global Health for over 12 years. After I moved to the Dean’s office, he would always stop by… Continue reading An absolute joy to be around
Colleague and Friend
I have so many wonderful memories of Stan, it’s almost impossible to decide which one would be the best to share. He wasn’t just a legend … he had a personality that was bigger than anyone I’ve ever met. Of all the best memories I’ll carry with me about him will be the day I… Continue reading Colleague and Friend
Dr. Foster helped me through my hardest times
Dr. Foster was not only my thesis advisor, but gave me his personal cell phone to call anytime I was having a hard day (and often called me out of the blue just to tell me about his family). He took me under his wing and I am devastated over the loss of this hero.… Continue reading Dr. Foster helped me through my hardest times
broken glass and poison ivy killer
My father always used to say (when the inevitable glass shattered on the floor): “Better a broken glass than a broken heart.” Apparently this was a phrase his mother always used to say to him when something broke but there is a particular instance of its use that I will never forget. I was about… Continue reading broken glass and poison ivy killer
All the answers are the same…
SOF QUIZ (hint, all answers are the same…) Who is… Person owning the most hippo figurines made from the widest variety of materials from the most countries around the world. Person most likely to cross, fall off and sometimes break a bamboo bridge. Person most likely to be wearing one of his wife’s handmade bow… Continue reading All the answers are the same…
colleague
I met Stan when he joined my step climbing challenge team at Rollins around 2008. He was such a warm, friendly, thoughtful person. He brought me a lovely wall hanging from his travels as a gift for my team leadership and continued to swing by our office suite to say hello years later. When he… Continue reading colleague
Unknown Communicable Disease
While living in Nigeria Dad played a key role in the transit of a mission nurse from Sudan to New York who was suffering from a mysterious and deadly illness, that became known as the Lassa Fever. Pan Am flights from Lagos only flew once a week. While in Lagos she was kept in the… Continue reading Unknown Communicable Disease
More land?
Family devotion are the first words I think of: to Dotty, and all the Fosters of which Stan was justly proud and rhapsodized over in the annual holiday letter; to the smallpox eradicators, among which he was a giant, a great leader and mentor-always out front, acting with brilliant public health insight and instincts, courage,… Continue reading More land?
Riding a roof of a bus in a cyclone
So much of our years in Bangladesh involved my dad going out and coming back, I remember the day that he invited me on a smallpox trip. The trip involved taking a ferry to a bus. I thought it would be a grand idea if we rode on top of the bus. I didn’t see… Continue reading Riding a roof of a bus in a cyclone