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Passing
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Long time Hudson-Essex-Terraplane Club member, G. Michael “Uncle Mike” Elwell, passed away May 13, 2011, at a nursing home in Portsmouth, NH. Mike was born 23 July, 1927. He lived for many years in Marblehead, MA, where he developed a love for the sea and sailing.
I’ve known "Uncle" Mike for over 40 years, as long as I’ve been in the HET club - we used to go to Hudson meets together when he moved to New Hampshire. I met him when I spotted his 1952 Hornet Hollywood parked on Main Street in Kennebunk, ME, sometime in 1970. I found out later he was having dinner at a nearby resturant. I had joined HET a short time earlier so I left a note with my address under his windshield wiper. He showed up at my house shortly after and we began a friendship that lasted until his recent passing.
He was a co-founder of the New England Chapter of the HET club; it's first newsletter editor/publisher, later chapter secretary, and in later years editor again.
I took Mike to the Waterbury, CT, National I told him he might as well go with me as the room was paid for, all he needed was money for his meals. Mike loved Hudson’s, but he especially loved his fellow club members so the National was a highlight for him. I can see him in my mind wandering around the Hudson’s in the parking lot at that National and enjoying every minute of it.
His mother was a lady who insisted on "dressing" when she went out. I still have a picture of her in my mind of a time she and Mike visited us. Our daughter, Debbie, was about, oh, 3, 4 years old at the time. It wasn't long before we were treated to the sight of this well dressed lady down on the floor playing with Debbie and enjoying every minute of it much to Mike’s, and our, amusement.
During WWII he was in the merchant marine - he was one of the lucky ones that survived the U-boats. Lucky for him and lucky for all of us in the HET club that we had so many great years of knowing him.
He was a character - I tell people he was the last of the hippies
He has been, and will continue to be, missed at the meets by those who knew him. So long, old friend, as you have said to so many people as they left a meet your were attending I say to you "Safe Journey Home."
Hudsonly,
Alex Burr
Memphis, TN
