James L. Dwyer

  • Born: June 2, 1932
  • Died: January 18, 2021
  • Location: Concord, Massachusetts

Concord Funeral Home

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74 Belknap St.
Concord, MA 01742

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Tribute & Message From The Family


James L. Dwyer of Concord, passed on January 18th, 2021 at the age of 88.

Born in St Paul, MN, the son of James Dwyer and Helen (Gallagher) Dwyer, he met his beloved wife Carol (McConville) Dwyer while playing folk guitar for ski-club gatherings in Franconia, NH. He remained and avid skier, and loved Cannon Mountain. MIT graduate and chemical engineer, he worked for many years at Millipore Corporation, from its modest beginnings in Bedford MA. Sailing, white-water kayaking, hiking, wood-working, music, and flying small aircraft were among his many interests.

A faithful Catholic and devoted father to Sean Dwyer of Rindge NH, Peter Dwyer of Santa Fe NM, Katherine Dwyer of Harvard MA and Cullen Dwyer of Lunenburg MA.

Family and friends will gather to honor and remember James for his funeral mass on Saturday, February 6, 2021 at 10:00 am in Holy Family Parish, Monument Square, Concord Center, Concord, MA. Burial will follow at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.

To watch James' funeral mass please use the link below:

https://www.geminigraphicsstreaming.com/Concord/Dwyer.mp4

In lieu of flowers, donations in his memory may be offered to:
Angel Flight NE,
492 Sutton Street
North Andover, MA 01845
www.angelflightne.org

James L. Dwyer Eulogy
by Katherine Dwyer

My father, James Dwyer, always gave the impression of gliding along on an even keel; guided by scientific principles; his enduring, thought quite private faith; and an understanding that our collective past informs the present.

He was fiercely independent, yet also consistently loyal and true to what he believed.

He worked hard both at his career and his life and he challenged himself constantly. He adapted, always ready to take in something new, evolving in his thinking, his understanding of his world—though not in his place in it. That didn't change.

Though he was from the midwest he made a really good Yankee. We had a saying in or family that things were "perfectly good." Old coffee, rubber bands that had been stretched to the limit, ski parkas that even Cannon skiers were embarrassed by. But "perfectly good" summed up a way of life: efficiency, independence, learn to do things for yourself.

There were so many ways in which my father invented himself throughout his life, and I think he was largely pleased with his work. My mother described him (with a bit of a wink) as a prince: the center of his family's attention, popular with others, good at everything he tried. He excelled at sports: setting high school records for the fastest mile in running and competing in swimming and diving. He was an accomplished outdoorsman from a young age, earning the title of Eagle Scout. He acted and sang in local theater productions.

Music was always essential to him. He played flute and saxophone in his school bands in high school, college, and in a Jazz band while in the army down south.

We remember him playing flute when we were children, and always guitar throughout his life.

He first taught himself to ski on a golf course in Wisconsin. That's very indicative of who my father was: if he wanted something, if he wanted to learn something or be something, he worked and made it happen. In fact that's how he got his job at Millipore Corporation where he worked for most of his career. He wasn't actually qualified to play a leading role in a small yet rapidly expanding business, but he knew he could be, and talked his way in.

Similarly, he wasn't really prepared for MIT where he learned everything he would eventually bring to Millipore. In fact, he confessed that he nearly failed out early on: he couldn't compete with the private school kids who grew up with wealth and privilege and access to all that those things bring. But he was scrappy or perhaps resourceful enough to get himself on track, succeed and graduate with a degree in chemical engineering.

All the while fostering new friends, new interests: taking sailing lessons on the Charles River, skiing on actual mountains in New Hampshire, meeting my mother after (as she tells the story) dating all her friends. She always said he had to marry her, as there were no women left that he hadn't already gone out with.

They lived a full life: driving up to New Hampshire for hours after work ended on Friday, staying in one of the old ski clubs until having young children and buying their own falling apart farm house, (actually and old parsonage), that he repaired constantly, gathering on Saturday night to drink beer, play guitar and sing songs at the Horse and Hounds Inn with constant friends, hitting the slopes the next day. The goal always to be at the bar for last call, and up for first tram on the mountain.

Their antics on the mountain were legendary. He belonged to a club called the "Boomers," famous for their late night reveling and bold skiing. My favorite of their many songs describes an incident where my father flew off the side of a trail at Burke mountain and straight into a tree. As he hung there upside down, unable to extract himself from the branches, I believe his friend Doug Sullivan shouted: "hey there Jim, can I have your all day ticket please?" knowing my father had no use for it in the tree.

My father eventually taught us all how to ski with what he remembered as endless patience, even if it felt a bit different to us at the time. He was in many ways a man of his time. He exemplified the hope of the post-war era, a rapidly expanding economy, new innovation in technology, a firmly held belief that hard work brought prosperity, security and perhaps a bit of adventure for those who sought it. And my father sought it.

I used to joke with friends that you could count on two things to happen every weekend while we were growing up: you went to church, and you risked your life doing some sport that many today would consider inappropriate for young children. And tell the truth, some of us felt the same way at the time though we cherish those experiences now.

Of course I'm exaggerating. Our family was blessed with safety and security throughout my lifetime, something so many people around the world do not enjoy. But my father did like his adventures too, and instilled that confidence and spirit of seeking in others. From his infamous "shortcuts" that turned the family station wagon into an off-road vehicle, to righting himself and others stuck upside down in an eddy while whitewater kayaking, or organizing various family break-ins of tourists sites like Lost River and the Flume as he found it ridiculous to pay for what should be free in nature.

From clearing Tuckerbrook trail off the back side of Cannon Mountain with a hand saw, to his willingness to travel anywhere with 4 little kids including the wilderness of Northern British Columbia where we camped on the beautiful tundra over the Fjords, with the mosquitos so thick we had to cook in the tent. We never really knew if he was brave, or just confident in what he could do, and in what others could do as well.

Hiking, white water kayaking, sailing, always swimming a full lap underwater on one breath in the pool, soaring, flying. All solo sports. It sounds like a life of constant movement, but if you know him you remember him being still, working meticulously on a woodworking project, playing a song, reading a scientific journal or Science Fiction novel, listening at the dinner table to everyone else before weighing in himself.

Always growing, always learning. There was a time he travelled quite a bit for work. He would come home and tell us stories about navigating completely new situations for him: not knowing how to eat sushi, how to avoid too many shots of vodka with Russian businessmen without being rude. He grew from every experience.

He was always working on something. Building furniture like the famous radiator cover in the kitchen designed with a prominent curve so my mother couldn't stack papers on it and defeat the whole purpose of a radiator cover. Supporting a charity in Ecuador that taught boys self-sufficiency and job skills. Working with others to create the Franconia Soaring Club and making it a fixture in the area. Flying patients who couldn't afford or access transportation to area hospitals for medical treatment. Endlessly working on his homes in Concord and Franconia, making sure they were ready for when he couldn't fix them anymore. Making sure they were all set for us.

In so many ways, my father created the man he was. Yet for anyone who knew him there was always that solid core that never changed, never shifted, no matter what. Going to church every Sunday, or sometimes Saturday night in ski boots to ensure we could both give thanks and hit the slopes early the next day. Eating dinner with his family each night where we discussed everything from the minutiae of our lives to world politics in great detail.

He spent every weekend, every vacation, all his time when he wasn't working with his family, working on his home, or in his wood-shop creating something both beautiful and functional.

I wore his college ring when I was writing this, the weight and insignia reminding me of him.Whenever I look at it, I think of MIT's motto, also the motto of the high school all his children attended: mens et manu, mind and hand. Together they create the products of the other; they create who we are. And that was my father: a thinker, a doer, a creator, a person of the mind, and the hand.

My father is gone now, yet we have so much of him still, for which I am so very grateful.

From the opening for Ursula LeGuin's collection of short stories The Wind's Twelve Quarters (read at the service by Sean Dwyer)

From far, from eve and morning,
and yon twelve-winded sky,
the stuff of life to knit me
blew hither; Here am I.

Now - for a breath I tarry,
nor yet disperse apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me:
what have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way. A.E. Housman


Services


Condolence & Memory Journal

Only just now hearing of Jim's passing, so I googled for more info and found the truly wonderful and remarkable writing by daughter Katherine. It brought back memories of being a Bear in Franconia/Bethlehem and times in Concord, and Stowe, with RB Nix, Richard Kirk, Jack Searles, Dave Cook and, of course, the Kubiks. My heart goes out to Carol and the family. Weren't you blessed to have his vital presence so long!

Posted by Bonnie Billings - Vero Beach FL and Stowe VT, FL - Friend   February 13, 2021

We are so sorry to hear of Jim's passing. I will always remember my wonderful times at the Dwyer home and Jim's interest in what each of us was doing. He was a formidable man but always made time to be right there in the room. The entire Nessen family is thinking of you all.

Posted by Julie Nessen Davidson - Concord, MA - Friend   February 10, 2021

I will miss Jim, his quietness, yet you knew he was there. The excitement of him taking in the glider. His excellent turkey soup the day after Thanksgiving. Our many Thanksgiving in Concord. I will never forget the day I told him that we were to fast from meat until Khira was born. And he said okay. No questions asked. We believed strongly in the Trinity and praying. And I loved him for that. He was a man who loved life, God, family, friends. I will see you in heaven my friend.

Posted by Lavall Mitchell-Brown - Randolph, MA - Family Friend   February 07, 2021

Jim and Carol hosted me many Saturday nights at their ski home. Their hospitality ensured that I'd be well rested and could safely soar on Sunday. We all enjoyed skiing so our dinner conversation sometimes turned to our mutual, extreme enjoyment of our family skiing adventures. Later that night, when I turned the bunkhouse light off, I'd imagined the fun and games his kids had growing up in that vast room.
Jim's many, many good deeds insure him a special place in many hearts. RIP Jim.
My deep condolences to Carol and the Dwyer family.

Posted by Steve Sovis former US - Marblehead, MA - Friend   February 06, 2021

I carry so many wonderful memories of Jim and the friendship my parents shared with Jim and Carol. One of my earliest is a sleep over with the Dwyer kids and Jim playing guitar for us before bed. Jim's intellect, many talents and earnestness were admirable, and his quiet strength inspiring. Sending love to the Dwyer clan! My deepest sympathies.

Posted by Anne Herrick - Seattle, WA - Friend   February 06, 2021

My condolences to all the Dwyer's. May you have peace.

Posted by Stephen Popper - Naples, FL - Family   February 06, 2021

I first met Jim when, as a freshman at MIT, I decided to join the swimming team and become a diver. Jim was on the diving team and helped me learn to dive. We dove together thru out our years at MIT. Upon graduating from MIT, a group of 12 of us decided to form a ski club in Franconia, New Hampshire called the Boomer ski Club. While I was a beginner, Jim was one of the best skiers on Canon Mountain. During ski season, Jim and I used to sing and play guitar at the Horse & Hounds Inn every Saturday evening. This went on for about 10 years. Eventually, we all got married, had kids and bought vacation homes near Canon Mountain. As a private pilot, I used to fly with Jim often, our planes in formation.

Our lives have been joined for years and I considered Jim among my best friends. I will miss him and think of our good times together forever.

Posted by Doug Sullivan - Saratoga, CA - Family Friend   February 06, 2021

Heart felt condolences to Carol and to the Dwyer family. My how he loved to fly his aircraft, I think he found true solace above and next to the White Mountains. Franconia airport would not be there today without his support. He will be missed in many places.

Posted by Terry Terrell - Burlington, VT - Friend   February 05, 2021

It was my pleasure to know Jim, for many years, thru Franconia Soaring. I towed him up for many of his cross country adventures, often leaving us to wonder "where's Jim". I remember one flight of several hours up to, and possibly over Canada, and return down over Vermont. My wife, Joan, enjoyed her walks and talks with Carol while we were at the field.
Our condolences to Carol and the family at this sad time.

Posted by Donald Lockwood & Joan Cormier - Laconia, NH - Friend   February 05, 2021

"Jim was one of the founding members of the Franconia Soaring Association and his advocacy pulled the rest of us along. He was very generous with his time and expertise. He will be missed. Best to his sweet lady Carol.
Ed Gaffey fellow member, Burlington, MA Feb 5, 2021

Posted by Edward Gaffey Gaffey - Burlington, MA - Friend   February 05, 2021

My condolences to Carol and the Dwyer family. I knew Jim for many years while flying with the Greater Boston and Franconia Soaring Clubs. Many good memories of gathering in Franconia with Jim and Carol. Love and peace to you.

Posted by Helen Costello - BRISTOL, ME - Friend   February 05, 2021

I was introduced to Jim Dwyer by a mutual friend about 60 years ago. We both were MIT graduates and had many mutual interests: skiing, whitewater kayaking, sailing and hiking. We became fast friends, and we both married within a week of each other. Our wives each gave birth to her first child also within about a week of each other too. A fast friendship between our two families quickly developed, and lasted over our lifetimes.

Jim was one of the smartest people that I had ever known. He had an insatiable quest for knowledge in a wide range of technical and non-technical fields. You could ask him a question about almost anything, and he could give you an expansive reply. He was a talented woodworker, an instrument-rated private pilot, a skilled glider pilot (who said that soaring was like three-dimensional kayaking!), and a skilled ocean sailor. In addition, he had a life-long interest in music, and an aptitude for playing musical instruments. He played the flute and the guitar, which he enjoyed playing while leading group sing-alongs..

Jim was a close personal friend with whom I had shared many wonderful experiences. He enriched the lives of all who knew him, and we all will miss him greatly.

Posted by Bob Craven - Easton, NH - Family Friend   February 05, 2021

Jim has been a part of my life my entire life--along with Carol and all the Dwyers. Campfire singing, skiing, canoe trips, hikes, and of course Thanksgiving dinners and tons of pies--my images of these always include Jim with a warm grin or a contemplative look. A Renaissance man indeed. We send all our love to the entire, wonderful, Dwyer clan.

Posted by Julie Craven - Cambridge, MA - Friend   February 03, 2021

Jim was a generous mentor and energetic source of insights & ideas. Part of the original fabric of Millipore. Enjoyed running into him in Concord later.
Heartfelt condolences to his family.
Tony Lucas, coworker, Pawleys Island,SC, Jan. 27, 2021.

Posted by Tony Lucas - Pawleys Island, SC - Coworker   January 27, 2021

Jim was one of the foundations of Millipore; a great inventor and contributor over many years. We do remember him well. He will be missed by all who knew him.

Tod & Anne Russell, Poole, UK

Posted by Tod Russell - Poole - Coworker   January 26, 2021

God will welcome you with open arms your many talents will keep you busy on earth as it is in heaven.

Posted by Kevin Looney - North Palm Beach, FL - Friend   January 26, 2021

I was #12 at Millipore. Jim was there. Always a friend and mentor. I will miss him
E J Jones

Posted by EJ Jones - Palm Coast, FL - Coworker   January 26, 2021

We'll miss you very much Jim. Love/Anna-Karin & Ingolf

Posted by Ingolf Elmhammar - Göteborg, Sweden - Coworker   January 25, 2021

So sorry to hear about Jim, one of a large circle of ski friends from Cannon (though Carol skated!) My thoughts and wishes to you all. Love to Carol.
Cynthia Borghesani, one of the Bears

Posted by Cynthia Borghesani - Gloucester, MA - Friend   January 23, 2021


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Community Photos

An evening out with Carol and Jim.
An evening out with Carol and Jim.
Carol, Anita, Bob, and Jim. Friends forever.
Jim and Carol 2008-10-25
Carol, Jim, Anita at Kilburn Crags, Littleton, 2009-07-26