Peter Darr Paul

GROWING UP WITH PETER AS MY BIG BROTHER

One of the great things about having Peter as my big brother was that he had already done those scary things that I was about to experience. For example, he had been going to school a couple of years before it was time for me to begin kindergarten, so I had someone to walk to school with. Walking to Linthicum Elementary involved crossing the B&A RR tracks which were recessed between two earthen banks at the east end of Cleveland Rd. It was Peter’s responsibility to make sure no trains were coming, all I had to do was try not to slip when the banks were muddy.

Peter was always there as a playmate as well as a problem solver, even to the point of probably saving my life. One summer day were were riding our tricycles in the back yard. I was trying to park mine at the edge of the fish pond. While backing up to the concrete edge of the pond, I went just a bit too far back and the rear wheels dropped into the water with me following after them. Peter went running into the house screaming “Larry fell in the fish pond”. Adult to the rescue. I was fished out of the water with no damage, but a lasting memory of the event.

We shared a double bed in the rear bedroom at 414 Hawthorne Rd. This of course meant playing when we were supposed to be taking a nap and after bedtime at night. Usually we were very quiet while doing this, but sometimes things got out of control. Once while we were roughhousing Peter accidentally hit me on the head and I passed out. Peter screamed for help, thinking that he had killed me. Another time we were carrying on and talking when we were supposed to be asleep. Daddy, who was working in his studio in the attic, heard us. He came down to our bedroom and told us to be quitiet and go to sleep. A short time later we were once again talking. This time Daddy arrived with a yardstick in hand. In our house there was only warning given before corrective action was taken. Now it was the yardstick applied to two side-by-side rear ends at the same time.

During WWII there was no gasoline available for travel, but before the war we did take some trips. On September 28, 1938 we visited Mount Vernon. In 1941 we went to Fort Smallwood and along the Skyline Drive in Virginia, in Daddy’s then brand new 1941 Plymouth. Peter and I always sat together in the back seat of the car. Peter on the left, Larry on the right. After the War gasoline was no longer rationed, and we were able to take longer trips. By this time Peter was very interested in maps and map reading. He obtained a lot of government survey maps and studied them in detail. At that time when you were planning a trip you could send a postcard to a gasoline company and they would send you free maps marked with the roads to take. Esso was our families gasoline of choice, so requests were sent to Esso headquarters in Washington DC. When the packet of maps arrived, Peter studied them carefully and during the trip he would be the co-pilot. “Intersection coming up in about two minuets’ he would announce as we drove along. Sure enough in about two minuets we would cross the intersection.

When Peter was attending McDonogh, which was a boarding school, he would take a bus from the school to the B&A RR at Camden Station on Friday evening. On Sunday evening, after dinner, we would get in the car for the trip back to McDonogh. I always enjoyed these trips because in those pre-expressway days Daddy would go by different routes and I got to see a lot of different scenery.

Peter and I were expected to due chores around the house. Most of these we did not like doing, but probably the worst was cleaning off the chicken house drop boards. These were large sheets of Masonite that were located in a track below the roosts the chickens used at night while they were asleep. On the outside of the chicken house was a wide slot door which could be raised to expose the drop board. Below this slot was a pit in the ground with a wooden cover. It was our job, every Saturday, to open the slot and take the cover off the pit, then pull the drop board out until the leading edge tilted down to the edge of the pit. Then Peter on one side, and Larry on the other, took hoe in hand and began scraping the smelly mess into the pit, while trying not to fall into the pit ourselves.

During the summer it was our job to mow the lawn, and ‘mow’ meant physically push a rotary-style lawn mower. Peter was assigned the east side of the yard, and I had the west side. When we finished that part we both had to do the section on the other side of the driveway.

During the gardening season Pop would leave a ‘to do’ list for us before he went off to the Post Office. Some mornings it was ‘ weed the rose garden’, other days it was’ weed the tomatoes’ or ‘tie up the tomatoes’ or ‘dust the beans’ ( with bug insecticide) . What ever the chore du jour we were expected to complete it before we could even think about play activity.

About the time Peter started at McDonogh we got separate bedrooms. Actually I was moved out of the rear bedroom and Peter got to take over the entire room, including the double bed. He quickly began filling it with his collection of maps and stacks of the newly introduced 33rpm long-playing records. He even bought one of the new FM radios so he could listen to classical music.

While Peter was at McDonogh, and then the year he was at MIT, I did not see much of him and out interests and choice of friends and activities separated. For some reason the the double ’ to do ’ list became a single Larry list with just as many items on it. Luckily by that time a gasoline-powered lawnmower was in the tool house.

I Began at the Maryland Institute while Peter was still there, so we got to ride the B&A bus to Baltimore and the #10 BTC trackless trolley up Howard Street to school every morning. Once again big brother was there to ease my way into life at the Maryland Institute.

~ Larry Paul

Allan Talbot

This is a photo of Peter taken about five years ago during a weekend visit to our house in Kent, Connecticut. This particular weekend, as with all our times together, was filled with sharing personal news, laughing a lot,  political talk, and simply enjoying each other's company. At the time he was particularly enthusiastic about a geography course he was taking at Portland State which allowed him to further develop his interest in how cities incorporate and shape their natural settings. He is the only person I know who actually loves contour maps. While others watch television, Peter spends hours sketching landscapes and buildings. His shirt and jacket pockets are always stuffed with pencils
and small sketch pads.

We first met in 1966 while working on a US Department of Education project to see how education parks (campuses incorporating individual k-12 schools) might benefit from shared facilities, i.e. libraries, cafeterias, auditoriums etc., while also promoting economic and racial integration by drawing students from different city neighborhoods. We also worked together in Washington for an organization called Urban America which pressured the Johnson Administration to spend more money in cities and for the development of new towns to control urban sprawl.

Our working relationships blossomed into a friendship. Over the years we have helped each other in many ways. Peter once allowed me to share his apartment on 11th Street for three months. He also designed renovations for my country house in upstate New York and a town house in Hoboken, New Jersey.

Most of us are lucky if we develop four or five close friendships in life. Peter is definitely in my quota, and I am fortunate for that.

From Allan Talbott

~ Larry Paul

The Paul brothers take a bite out of the big apple

It is mid September of 1954 and Peter suggests we take a trip to New York City. Sounds like a great idea to me, particularly because he is going to do the big brother thing and make all the arrangements. I am only responsible for packing my own suitcase.

We depart Linthicum on the B&A bus to Baltimore where we make our way to Penn Station to await the Pennsylvania Railroad train to Penn Station in New York City. This train ride alone is a great adventure for me because it is only the second time I have been on a train other than the B&A trains that used to stop in Linthicum. I enjoy seeing all the scenery whiz past at about 80 miles per hour as we head north. We make stops in Wilmington, where the station is up in the air, and Philadelphia where the platform is underground, and this is all very exciting. Then we plunge into the long tunnel under the Hudson river and finally come to a stop two floors below the concourse at Penn Station in downtown New York City.

This was not new to Peter because he had done this as part of getting himself to and from school at MIT in Boston. The next adventure is the subway. A totally scary thing for me, with all the underground platforms, tracks on two levels, and lots of people in a hurry. Peter knows exactly where we are going and soon we are in a subway car jammed full of humans moving at great speed through dark tunnels and past platforms where we do not stop.

In a few minuets we emerge from the subway and head for the Salisbury Hotel at 123 W. 57th Street, across from Carnegie Hall. Peter takes care of signing in and we follow a bellman to our room, which is at the rear of an upper floor, overlooking the rear ally. Another first for me. The two windows of our room face across the alley into windows of an office building where people are busy at work. This room is conveniently located next to the elevators, so near that the wall behind the hallway closet shakes every time an elevator goes up or down. I’m thinking this must not be the best room in the hotel.

Next it is off to the Museum of Modern Art where Peter wants to see the Japanese House which had just been erected as a temporary exhibit in the museum courtyard. We look at the modern art on display, which Peter enjoys but it’s not doing much for me. Then it ’s down to the basement theater to watch a beautifully photographed black and white film about the 1936 Summer Olympic Games in Berlin, Germany.

Meal time is another exciting adventure for me because we eat most meals in a Horn & Hardat Automat near Times Square. I have never experienced anything like this. We come in the door, hand the lady cashier our dollar bill and, without looking, she flings exactly twenty nickels into the indentation in the marble counter. With our handful of nickels we walk along a wall of small glass-faced doors. Behind each one is an item of food on a plate. When I see something I cannot resist, I insert the number of required nickels for that item, turn the knob to open the little door, and take out my choice. This Automat is huge, with two floors of tables. We make our way to the second floor where we find an empty table for four. No sooner have we sat down and started to eat than total stranger sits down in one of the remaining empty chairs at our table. This is my introduction to life in New York City. The purchase of a meal at the Automat entitles you to a seat at a table, but not the entire table. It is a strange feeling for me to have a meal and conversation with Peter at a table with other people who were involved in eating, but not with us.

That night we go to a live play, which Peter had selected and purchased the tickets. I do not care what the play is, I am mostly interested in seeing the scenery and how things changed from scene to scene, because this was what I wanted to do, design scenery.

The next day I want to take a behind-the-scenes tour of the NBC Studios in Rockefeller Center. Peter has something else he wants to see, but first he takes me to the NBC Studio entrance, and promises to meet me there when the tour was over. Now I am on my own in the largest city in America. I take the elevator up to where tickets are sold for the tour and join the other people who would be on the tour. We begin with a visit to one of the original 1930’s radio studios, then get a demonstration on sound effects used on radio. Down the hall we pass the huge room with a wall of big round dials that is the control center for the entire NBC network. Finally we are on the ninth floor looking through large plate glass windows overlooking the 2-story studio 8H. It was original built as a radio studio for shows with an audience, but in 1950 it was converted into NBC’s largest television studio. Now it is used for the weekly live 1-hour broadcasts of the Kraft Television Theater. This is my dream come true, seeing all the scenery set up for the next broadcast. At the end of the tour, after a stop in the gift shop, I make my way down in the elevator. At this point I suddenly realized that I might find myself totally alone in this monster city, where I would wander lost and penniless for the rest of my short life. Why did I worry? of course, Peter is there when I emerge from the studio doors.

Now we were off to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Peter & I disappear into that hole in the sidewalk that leads down a series of stairs to the subway platform. We stick our subway tokens into the turnstile slot and enter the platform. At this point I have no idea what to do next. Not to worry, Peter has his subway map in hand and has everything under total control, or at least it appears that way to me. Being in control is what big brothers do, that’s why they are the big brother. We take whatever subway is headed uptown and soon come out of the sidewalk near the Metropolitan Museum.

We are walking through room after room of some of the best artwork in the world, but I must confess that the thing that most impresses me is the faux marble paint job that has been done on the wooden baseboard and the outlet covers. Let’s face it, I never expect any of my work to appear on these walls, but knowing how to simulate marble is one of the requirement for being admitted into the Scenery Painters Union.

It’s lunch time, so we make our way down to the recently completed Dorothy Draper-designed museum dining room. What a space! There are huge fluted Doric columns around a reflecting pool that fills the center of this huge room, and tables line both side areas. Lunch is not memorable, probably a tuna sandwich on toast, but the room certainly is delightful and memorable.

After we complete our museum visit we head back to the Salisbury, then its a walk to the Automat for dinner and another Broadway show.

Morning arrives as do the office workers across the alley. We get breakfast, check out of the hotel and make the return trip to 414 Hawthorne.

What I did not know then was that this would be the last Paul brothers trip. Later that month when we return to the Maryland Institute for the fall semester Peter meets a cute girl named Patricia Kilduff. From that point on little brother, Larry, is not high on the ‘let’s do things together’ list.

~ Larry Paul

I called the Metcalf nursing station and spoke to Laura yesterday around 6:30 EST and she said that my dad was having a hard day. She said she would call me if anything changed. I was sitting down stairs and heard the phone in my office ringing. I ran upstairs (leaving my cell phone downstairs) and saw private name private number. It didn't say Terwilliger like it usually does so I thought it could have a telemarketer. I waited to see if the message light would light up and it didn't. I come downstairs and see a blocked number had called the cell. I started to worry and didn't know what to do. I heard the upstairs line ringing again and caller id shows my cousins number. Luckily, I had my cell phone with me this time and was able to answer. My dear sweet cousin, Amy informed me of my dad's passing. It took me by surprise since I had spoken to Laura just hours earlier. It is with such sadness that I write that he passed away Saturday, May 9th 2015. I was able to talk to my sister Rebecca and we were both numb.
I have so much gratitude for Amy for being there with him at the very end waiting for the mortuary to come get him and for saying good-bye for each of his children and his brother. I don't think I can ever say thank you enough for doing that.
I have so much gratitude for my sister Rebecca for changing her vacation plans and going to Portland (from Mexico) to take care of the business at hand. And then for returning in June to honor his wishes of having his ashes spread on the Columbia River Gorge. At the end of her trip she is picking up her new puppy whose name wasa chosen by our father. He chose Angel. Dad, I miss you so much today and I will write some reflections from our many times together. I cherish them all. I love you, Dad

~ Suzanne Sease

I've had the privilege of knowing Peter since 1972 when I first joined his firm on Cathedral Street and was paid the princely sum of $300 per month. Pat Simpson (who had worked for Peter over the summer and was returning to Kansas City Art Institute) referred me. It was a turning point in my life as I had just dropped out of a college physics program and was casting about for new direction. Peter was a fine teacher and a year later sent me off with a glowing reference to attend Design School.

In addition to being responsible for my becoming an architect, as fate would have it, five years later Peter intercepted me on my way to Boston and was responsible for my setting roots in NYC. I spent a year reverse commuting to Wayne, NJ with him and most of his architectural dept. (The engineers all lived in NJ while the architects lived in Manhattan.) I remain a New Yorker to this day.

It seems like I followed Peter wherever or whatever he did!

In 1995 when looking for Manhattan office space for a nascent architectural practice, we moved into the Cable Building (alas, Peter had already moved on from there.) Later, in 2002, while researching the US Courthouse at Foley Square designed by Cass Gilbert I stumbled onto one of the more beautifully written and illustrated Historic Structures Reports written by none other than Peter and Barbara...

As I contemplate the arc of my life and how much it was influenced by Peter as a friend and a colleague, I am grateful for his never flagging interest -- I only wish I could have shared more with him.

Tim Allanbrook

~ Suzanne Sease

Our father attended an all male military boarding school called The McDonogh School which told which uniform to wear either grey or blue. Being the rebel he is he would mix up the uniforms colors.

This video was taken during his time so you can see how life was for him when he was there!

~ Suzanne Sease

You have never been to Winnipeg ?

One of Peter’s projects over the years was drawing axonometric projection maps of cities. The roots of axonometric projection drawings go back many centuries, possibly beginning in China. They became popular with architects in the 1920’s as a way to illustrated proposed buildings for clients. These drawings can best be described as the view you would see if you were up in a hot-air balloon floating above a city, and looking down. Peter, as far as I know, never went up in a balloon, but he was able to create the view in his mind and then transfer that vision to paper.
He began with a street map of the downtown area of a city. Then he would gather photographs of important buildings and street scenes, all taken at ground eye level. Peter knew that I was working on a database of information on American hotels, so he would send my photocopies of hotels he found, and I would send him photos of hotels he wanted. By counting the number of floors shown in a building’s photograph he could calculate its height. Once he gathered the photographs and information he needed he would mentally create the image he wanted to draw. He then began the process of transferring his mental image to paper using a fine-line ink drafting pen. It took multiple images to cover the entire downtown area he wanted to show. Some drawings have a scale of 1” equaling 400’. Others used 1” equalling 250’, for more of a close-up view.

Back in 2006, Carroll and I were planning a trip by rail across Canada. Because we were going to be on the train for several days, we wanted to get of at some point and spend a couple days in some Canadian city. Peter suggested Winnipeg, and sent us a collection of thirteen of his drawings of Winnipeg, along with suggestions of places of interest. We took his suggestion and made Winnipeg our stopover point. We used Peter’s maps as our guide as we walked around the city. Our Canadian rail trip ended in Vancouver. We then continued down to Portland, Oregon where we visited Peter. We told him how much we enjoyed Winnipeg. Then I asked him how he liked Winnipeg. His reply was “I have never been to Winnipeg”. “You have never been to Winnipeg.Then how did you know so much about it ?” I asked. He explained that he learned about this city by doing the research for his drawings.

~ Larry Paul

From The Baltimore Sun

Peter D. Paul, a Baltimore architect whose versatility led to in commissions that ranged from residential to educational and institutional projects, died of heart failure May 9 at Terwilliger Plaza, a Portland, Ore., retirement community.

The former Roland Park resident was 82.

"Pete was extraordinarily capable and he loved to draw, and he could put anything together and make it interesting," said Fred Fishback, an Annapolis architect who had worked with Mr. Paul at the architectural firm RTKL during the mid-1950s.

The son of Bernard H. Paul and Edith Rogers Paul, the puppeteers who created "Paul's Puppets" that aired on WBAL-TV for 22 years, Peter Darr Paul was born in Baltimore and raised in Linthicum Heights.

After graduating from McDonogh School in 1950, he attended Massachusetts Institute of Technology for a year, where he studied architecture.

He returned to Baltimore and earned a bachelor's degree from the Maryland Institute College of Art in 1955; he also earned a bachelor's degree from the Johns Hopkins University. In the 1980s, he earned a degree in urban planning from New York University.

Mr. Paul began his career in 1955 when he joined the Annapolis firm of Rogers & Taliaferro, and three years later he was made an associate in the firm. One of his early projects was designing Harundale Mall, one of the first enclosed shopping malls.

While working with RTKL, Mr. Paul designed the president's house at Goucher College; the master plan for the University of Maryland, Baltimore County; Park School's Brooklandville campus; Calvert County High School; and the oval park at Charles Center that connects One Charles Center with the Baltimore Gas and Electric Co. headquarters.

"Pete designed the projects, and I drew the mechanical drawings that showed how we could build his buildings," said Mr. Fishback, who later became a principal in the Annapolis architectural firm of Weller, Fishback & Bohl, from which he retired in 2010.

"They were aesthetically beautiful, and he had a great sense of proportion. He knew how to get vitality into a building, and he knew that it came from within. They always had a dynamic," said Mr. Fishback.

"He was one of the prime designers of the time at RTKL," said Sidney Bower, an architect who worked with Mr. Paul at the firm and who later taught urban planning at the University of Maryland, College Park, from which he retired.

"He made his work interesting, and they always showed a very imaginative scheme, such as with the UMBC plan that deliberately allowed for future expansion," said Mr. Bower. "He was a very bright guy who had a wonderfully absurd sense of humor."

Mr. Bower said that his friend kept a book of the presidential speeches of Millard Fillmore on his desk.
"It wasn't unusual for him to rise to his feet and start declaiming a Fillmore speech," said Mr. Bower with a laugh.

In 1965, Mr. Paul left RTKL and established his own practice, Associated Architects, in an office at 928 N. Charles St. He headed the firm for a decade until closing it in 1975.

During his Baltimore years, Mr. Paul lived in a home in the 200 block of Hawthorn Road in Roland Park.

Mr. Paul joined the Columbia office of Richard Browne Associates and moved to Wayne, N.J., and eventually to New York City when the firm established an office there.

After leaving Richard Browne, Mr. Paul established The Paul Partnership in 1980 with Barbara Sandrisser, a fellow architect he met while traveling on a train in Japan. Seated across from each other, the future partners noticed each other sketching and writing in their notebooks.

"He was absolutely brilliant. He understood architecture and was absolutely into it," said Ms. Sandrisser, who lives in New York City and Alexandria, Va.

Baltimore-area projects that the firm participated in included a historic-structures report of the First Unitarian Church, the design of a Japanese-style house in Monkton and a contemporary home, also in Monkton.

Other projects included senior citizen facilities in Florida and Salvation Army camp projects in Maryland, Mississippi, West Virginia and elsewhere. They also worked on private homes in New York, Pennsylvania and Santa Fe, N.M., as well as on a townhouse in New Jersey.

He also conducted professional studies, including of the Flatbush Avenue Transportation Systems in New York City, which evaluated five above-ground stations in functional and aesthetic terms. In 1980, he studied 163 railroad stations in New Jersey for the state's Department of Transportation and conducted an architectural resources inventory for the Newark Highway Feasibility Study.
Mr. Paul dissolved the firm in the mid-1990s and moved to Portland, where he continued to work.

"He was very prolific and continued working until 2015, when he became ill," said Ms. Sandrisser.

"Portland was his favorite city," said daughter Suzanne Sease of Richmond, Va.

"He loved to draw maps in axonometric projection from photos he would take from the ground," his daughter said. "He created hundreds of these maps from all over the world."

He enjoyed the culture of Japan and Korea and liked visiting the two countries. He was an avid reader and a season ticket holder to the Oregon Ballet. He also liked visiting museums and galleries, and was a fan of art films.

At Mr. Paul's request, no services will be held.
"He was a very modest man," said Ms. Sease. "His last wishes were to have his ashes spread over the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon."

In addition to his daughter, Mr. Paul is survived by two sons, Thomas Paul of Belcamp and Adam Paul of Columbia; another daughter, Rebecca Paul of Merida, Mexico; a brother, Larry Paul of Linthicum Heights; and six grandchildren. His marriage to Patricia Paul ended in divorce.

~ Suzanne Sease

From The Baltimore Sun

Peter D. Paul, a Baltimore architect whose versatility led to in commissions that ranged from residential to educational and institutional projects, died of heart failure May 9 at Terwilliger Plaza, a Portland, Ore., retirement community.

The former Roland Park resident was 82.

"Pete was extraordinarily capable and he loved to draw, and he could put anything together and make it interesting," said Fred Fishback, an Annapolis architect who had worked with Mr. Paul at the architectural firm RTKL during the mid-1950s.

The son of Bernard H. Paul and Edith Rogers Paul, the puppeteers who created "Paul's Puppets" that aired on WBAL-TV for 22 years, Peter Darr Paul was born in Baltimore and raised in Linthicum Heights.

After graduating from McDonogh School in 1950, he attended Massachusetts Institute of Technology for a year, where he studied architecture.

He returned to Baltimore and earned a bachelor's degree from the Maryland Institute College of Art in 1955; he also earned a bachelor's degree from the Johns Hopkins University. In the 1980s, he earned a degree in urban planning from New York University.

Mr. Paul began his career in 1955 when he joined the Annapolis firm of Rogers & Taliaferro, and three years later he was made an associate in the firm. One of his early projects was designing Harundale Mall, one of the first enclosed shopping malls.

While working with RTKL, Mr. Paul designed the president's house at Goucher College; the master plan for the University of Maryland, Baltimore County; Park School's Brooklandville campus; Calvert County High School; and the oval park at Charles Center that connects One Charles Center with the Baltimore Gas and Electric Co. headquarters.

"Pete designed the projects, and I drew the mechanical drawings that showed how we could build his buildings," said Mr. Fishback, who later became a principal in the Annapolis architectural firm of Weller, Fishback & Bohl, from which he retired in 2010.

"They were aesthetically beautiful, and he had a great sense of proportion. He knew how to get vitality into a building, and he knew that it came from within. They always had a dynamic," said Mr. Fishback.

"He was one of the prime designers of the time at RTKL," said Sidney Bower, an architect who worked with Mr. Paul at the firm and who later taught urban planning at the University of Maryland, College Park, from which he retired.

"He made his work interesting, and they always showed a very imaginative scheme, such as with the UMBC plan that deliberately allowed for future expansion," said Mr. Bower. "He was a very bright guy who had a wonderfully absurd sense of humor."

Mr. Bower said that his friend kept a book of the presidential speeches of Millard Fillmore on his desk.
"It wasn't unusual for him to rise to his feet and start declaiming a Fillmore speech," said Mr. Bower with a laugh.

In 1965, Mr. Paul left RTKL and established his own practice, Associated Architects, in an office at 928 N. Charles St. He headed the firm for a decade until closing it in 1975.

During his Baltimore years, Mr. Paul lived in a home in the 200 block of Hawthorn Road in Roland Park.

Mr. Paul joined the Columbia office of Richard Browne Associates and moved to Wayne, N.J., and eventually to New York City when the firm established an office there.

After leaving Richard Browne, Mr. Paul established The Paul Partnership in 1980 with Barbara Sandrisser, a fellow architect he met while traveling on a train in Japan. Seated across from each other, the future partners noticed each other sketching and writing in their notebooks.

"He was absolutely brilliant. He understood architecture and was absolutely into it," said Ms. Sandrisser, who lives in New York City and Alexandria, Va.

Baltimore-area projects that the firm participated in included a historic-structures report of the First Unitarian Church, the design of a Japanese-style house in Monkton and a contemporary home, also in Monkton.

Other projects included senior citizen facilities in Florida and Salvation Army camp projects in Maryland, Mississippi, West Virginia and elsewhere. They also worked on private homes in New York, Pennsylvania and Santa Fe, N.M., as well as on a townhouse in New Jersey.

He also conducted professional studies, including of the Flatbush Avenue Transportation Systems in New York City, which evaluated five above-ground stations in functional and aesthetic terms. In 1980, he studied 163 railroad stations in New Jersey for the state's Department of Transportation and conducted an architectural resources inventory for the Newark Highway Feasibility Study.
Mr. Paul dissolved the firm in the mid-1990s and moved to Portland, where he continued to work.

"He was very prolific and continued working until 2015, when he became ill," said Ms. Sandrisser.

"Portland was his favorite city," said daughter Suzanne Sease of Richmond, Va.

"He loved to draw maps in axonometric projection from photos he would take from the ground," his daughter said. "He created hundreds of these maps from all over the world."

He enjoyed the culture of Japan and Korea and liked visiting the two countries. He was an avid reader and a season ticket holder to the Oregon Ballet. He also liked visiting museums and galleries, and was a fan of art films.

At Mr. Paul's request, no services will be held.
"He was a very modest man," said Ms. Sease. "His last wishes were to have his ashes spread over the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon."

In addition to his daughter, Mr. Paul is survived by two sons, Thomas Paul of Belcamp and Adam Paul of Columbia; another daughter, Rebecca Paul of Merida, Mexico; a brother, Larry Paul of Linthicum Heights; and six grandchildren. His marriage to Patricia Paul ended in divorce.

~ Suzanne Sease

There is a two story brick building on 611 Cathedral Street, just behind The Walters Art Museum, in Baltimore, Maryland.

At the center of the structure, there is only one entrance and one window facing to Cathedral Street. This symmetrical facade is complemented with an attached one car garage. There are no business signs that suggest what is inside. It was the same in back 1973. This was Peter D. Paul Architect's office.

Although Peter did not design this building, it suited him. He was a calm and quiet person, and did not try to disturb his surroundings. He seemed to prefer listening rather than talking of himself. This might be why there was still a mastery of the depth of his thinking. He was a classical minimalist in many ways.

Peter helped many professionals to get their careers started, including myself. Sometime, I wondered how he could make ends meet for himself. I did not realize how much he was giving to his associates and employees until I became an employer myself later.

Thank you Peter,
Kazu Ikegami

~ Suzanne Sease

This is my first Father's Day without my dad and I have been reflecting a lot. I have written down a lot of stories and plan on writing the details some time soon. It stills feels strange that he is no longer around. I think this is something I took for granted. He was here last May (2014) after my mother's passing and it really hit him hard but I don't think any of us realized how hard as his decline was so rapid. I was closing out a bank account I had opened for his social security checks, when I realized his death certificate was issued on my mother's birthday. I took that as a sign that they are in Heaven together.

My siblings spread my father's ashes yesterday and I truly appreciate the photo Adam sent me and letting me know that our father was free and at peace. I don't know if he will ever know how much I appreciate the photo as I now have place that I can look at and talk to him.

My father's wishes were to have his ashes spread over the Columbia River Gorge and now he is there. Welcome Home, Dad. I love you and miss you terribly!

~ Suzanne Sease

Dad's voice

When our father was still alive, he was very confused about things. He "travelled" all over from Philadelphia, South Pacific, Asia, South Dakota, South Carolina, Northern Virginia and many other places. I was happy in his mind he was "traveling" as he was also for adventure. He called my house and this is the recording of that call. My last call with him was a good one, he was happy and that made me happy. Towards the end, he didn't want to pick up the phone so this is priceless

~ Suzanne Sease

Platero and I- Special time with my dad.

One of my fondest memories growing up was my father reading a very special book just to me. As my siblings were upstairs getting ready for bed, I would sit on the arm of his favorite chair and he would read chapters from the book, Platero and I. Platero and I is a very interesting book, written by Juan Ramon Jimenez (a 1956 Nobel Prize Winner) and translated by Eloise Roach, about the author and conversations with his donkey as they travel through Spain. I choose the book from his book shelf because of the donkey and man on the cover but what I found inside was a wonderful story about a land I have never been to visit. In fact a noted French journal, Figaro, said “If there are in world literature two or three books capable of giving back to the people their childhood soul, Platero and I is among them”. As my father read each page, I would envision their travels and the people they met along the way. When I left to you to college, one of the greatest things I brought with me was that book. I still have it, it sits on a table in the living room and every time I look at it, the fondest memories of a little girl sitting with her father reading are remembered and cherished.

~ Suzanne Sease

118 E. 11th St "The original thigh master"

I remember my dad's NYC apartment so fondly except for those stairs. We would be out all day walking around and retuned to a four story walk up! I remember sitting on the "Balcony" or what is a New York balcony, the fire escape. When he first moved in, the dance hall across the street was a Hispanic Meeting Hall. They got pushed out and it became The Ritz Nightclub and the neighborhood changed. It was a popular nightclub but when patrons left for the evening, they were very loud. After The Ritz, Webster Hall moved in and they were even louder. My dad lived there from my high school days to the mid 1990's. I found the front of the building as well as some more recent pictures of the apartment renovated. For all of us that stayed with, it is neat to see

~ Suzanne Sease

Venieros- My first cappuccino

Venieros at 342 E 11th St, New York, NY 10003

I remember walking in the first time and seeing the amazing showcases of delicious pastries and cakes. I felt like I have left NYC and entered somewhere in Italy.

When I go up to the city, I still go and get some treats!!

Our father really opened up our culinary eyes!

~ Suzanne Sease

Our First family vacation
During World War II it was considered unpatriotic to take a vacation, not to mention that gasoline rationing made it almost impossible to travel more than a few miles from home.
During the summer of 1947 we experienced our first family vacation - a trip to Maine. Because it was to be a two-day road trip, we piled into Bernie’s 1941 Plymouth sedan early in the morning and headed north. Interstate highways did not exist then so we followed the main roads, which went through the center of every town and city along the route. Crossing the Delaware River meant loading the car on the New Castle/ Pennsville ferry . Going from New Jersey into New York City involved one of the tunnels under the Hudson River. All of this was part of the great adventure for Peter & me. We were camped out in the back seat and spent our time looking at all the new parts of the world that passed by. Howard Johnson’s Restaurants were Bernie & Edee’s first choice as eating stops, so that’s what we looked for as meal time approached. We spent our first night in a hotel and then early the next morning were on our way again. It was probably afternoon of the second day before we crossed the bridge onto Orr’s Island in Maine. Our destination was Royal Rest. This was not a hotel or resort, it was a house where the Houghton family prepared meals for their guests. Royal Rest was basically a house with most of the first floor devoted to the dining room, with a couple of guest bedrooms upstairs. We stayed in two rooms in the nearby home of Miss Wakeman. It was rather primitive, to put it politely, water pumped from a rainwater cistern in the basement, and heated on the wood stove for a bath. A two-hole outhouse of the back porch for other necessary functions. For each meal we would walk up to Royal Rest to our assigned table. Meals were served by Pauline, the Houghton’s daughter, who had graduated from the Fanny Farmer Cooking School in Boston. There was no menu and no choice of entrees. The meals just appeared in the serving window from the kitchen and word spread around the room about what was being served. To Peter & me it was all wonderful.
Our days were spent exploring this wonderful island with it’s rocky coastline. We spent a lot of hours just climbing on the rocks and hunting for sand dollars and starfish. Actually going into the water was a cool experience, no it was a very cold experience. Water in Maine is never less than cold.
Orr’s Island is connected to Bailey’s Island by a most unusual bridge made of cross-stacked stone blocks, with no mortar. The very far end of Bailey’s is known as, what else but, Land’s End. The only thing at Land’s End was a pier with a gift shop, which we liked to explore. It was from this pier that we could watch the private boats heading in every evening, because we were there during the annual Tuna Tournament. Our next stop would be the Bailey Island Mackerel Cove pier where the tuna were hauled off the boats, weighed; then the heads cut off and the tuna placed in a waiting truck to be rushed to markets. I thought tuna were small because in the store they came in small cans, but they weighed over a hundred pounds with the winner being the one that weighed in at several hundred.
Thanks to Bernie talking Mr. Stevens a local lobsterman into it, we got to go out in his lobster boat one afternoon as he made his rounds checking his lobster traps. We learned that each lobsterman had a personal color combination that they painted on the wooden marker connected to the end of a line of traps. He used this rope to pull up each trap, checking to see if any lobsters were caught inside. While he was making his rounds we came across a group of fishermen who were using their large net to bring in a huge catch of small fish, which they dumped into their small boats.
Trips into Brunswick were lots of fun with stores lining both sides of the town’s grassy mall. A book store with a large selection of magazines was a particular draw. Edee found some plastic cups in the 5 & 10 ¢ store which were marked ‘Tupperware’. ( that was before they started selling exclusively by home parties). The Brunswick department store had a system of containers where the salesclerk place paper money from a sale. The container traveled, by a system of ropes and pulleys, up to the ceiling, across the store, and into a cashier’s office. A couple minutes later it returned with your change. The world was full of wonderful things that two kids from Linthicum had never seen before.
A real treat was our trip to Portland on the steamboat, Aucosisco. We boarded from the Pier on Bailey’s Island for a voyage that took about an hour. When we arrived at Portland, there was a large restaurant on the pier where we had lunch, lobster rolls if I remember correctly. Soon it was time to retrace out route back to Bailey’s, with stops at several islands along the way. Bernie told us that this was the only way to get from Portland to Bailey’s when he made the trip each summer during his childhood. By the time that Edee & Bernie taught puppetry at T-Ledge Camp, on Orr’s Island, in the early 1930’s, the connecting bridges made auto travel to the islands possibly.
As our two-week vacation wound down, we loaded up the car and began the two-day road trip back to Linthicum.
In 1948 we made the vacation journey to Orr’s Island once again. That would be the last time that Peter took part in the trip, because the following summer he had a job at the shipyard on Key Highway in Baltimore.

~ Larry Paul