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CARLTON FIGG

65 years old
Born Jan 12, 1943
Died Nov 22, 2008
LUCKNOW, India

A tribute to Carlton Eugene Figg, a loving husband, father,brother,grandfather and friend. Please feel free to write you thoughts and any memories of him so that we can all remember him with fondness.

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Dream the Impossible Dream.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

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Memories

Good Times

Dollar Nov 15, 2009

I remember when we were young and Carl was courting Audrey, he had the misfortune of coming over when only the four little (the four young ones) were at home (Manavar’s house) Just before he called we were singing to keep ourselves happy and out of mischief. In this happy mood we got after him to sing for us, even though he said he couldn’t sing at all. We pestered him into doing so and he began singing ‘Mother of mine’. We couldn’t believe our ears, we looked at each other and began giggling. We just couldn’t control ourselves. Carl stopped singing and said, “See, I told you I couldn’t sing.’ With tears streaming down our faces, we kept urging him to complete the song, and being a sport, he did. But this is not all we will remember him for.
Carl might not have had a singing voice, but he could keep you in splits for hours. He had a unique talent – he could make a pen speak volumes like no other. People loved to read his articles and will always remember JAYWALKER, the name under which he wrote.

My memory

Eileen Nov 11, 2009

It was December 1973 and Adrian and myself were to be married on the 29th. Just after Christmas Carl took bad with a terrible stomach ache. He was rushed off to Vivekanand Hospital. Some tests were done and the doc told him he had to be admitted for further observtation and tests. Carl just hated the idea and said he'd be okay, didn't need admission, the docs were quacks, and a lot of "other nasty stuff" . But he had to give in because he could barely walk two steps without the pain. He grumbled and abused - and decided to take the doc's advice.
"So Carl, are you going to miss our wedding?" His reply was "Miss the wedding?? These buggers can't keep me here."
He was such a terrible patient that he was discharged in no time. A day before the wedding or the same day. (I'm not too sure)
Carl had to take 'bed rest' and couldn't make it to the church. He was very upset about it. After the wedding service we went for our drive - straight to 2 Barrow Road to meet Carl. He was surprised and happy to see Adrian and myself, but was a bit embarrassed because he was in his night suit. I'm sure if he knew we were coming he would have dressed up in his suit!!!
The funny part of this recollection is - We have no photographs of our reception. Why? The photographer left. His explanation was - The bride and groom left so he left, thinking everything was over. And he blamed Carl because he didn't tell him he had to wait.

Judeline Dias

diasjudeline Nov 09, 2009

This is how I remember Carl.
He was a family man. A strict dad and brother-in-law to me. He believed since he had married the eldist daughter in the house he took dads place when dad was not around. I remember him sitting in my house in Mahanagar (this is after I was married) with Vanessa who was 10 months old in his lap. Now Vanessa at that age had a language of her own that she just rambled off at any thing and any one, not leaving out her U/Carl.. Now Carl is a pretty tall man and Vanessa just a little thing sitting on his knee giving it to him in her own language . Now Carlton sitting in a recliner , in splits of laughter , laughing his hearty laugh like no one had ever heard before, definatelly not me. Now this went on for quite a while till we got tired . Carlton only had to say to vanessa and then what happened darling and Vanessa would start all over again. Audrey I am sure you would remember this great time we had together. Denise, Brenda Dexter and Erle too should remember. This is how I remember Carlton. Oh now things are coming back to me, I remember Carltons favourate Chips yes chips not just the ordinary potato chips but Yam chips and I was the one to make them for him. These are just a few thoughts that come to mind

"I Like Elvis"

Colleen Nov 09, 2009

Memories come flooding into my mind when I think of Carl. It is difficult to put any of them down, as all are so precious. So I will select one with a light touch to it.
Everyone who knows Carl, is very aware of his passion for Elvis and his songs. When we were young, I liked Pat Boone and Carl and I would have little tiffs about both these singers. One day, Carl decided that "enough was enough" so he locked me in the bathroom and refused to open it and let me out, till I said that I liked ELVIS better than Pat Boone.Believe me when I say this, I ended up saying that I liked Elvis!!!!
Oh, here is another one of his favourites. He was taking me to the School bus-stop , when I was studying in Patna. We were having our School Fete that day and my Dad had forgotten to give me money to spend. At the bus-stop I told Carl that Dad said he had to give me Rs. 2/- and I made sure to say it loud enough for his "girl friend" to hear it. Ofcourse, how could he refuse then!!!! Out came the money and I took it very happily. He never got it back and till the end, he always told me ,"Colleen, the interest rate is going up on the Rs.2/- that I gave you." Yes Carl, I keep hearing that sentence ever so often even to this date and it brings a smile to my face as I still recall the look on yours when you said this last Christmas and that was the last time you ever said them.
Bye, see you in Heaven !