From Joyce Birmingham - KA2ANF
" "There aren’t many Stan’s in the world today” That line was written by
Stan, W2PQG’s daughter, Carol, WB7CUF, and appeared in his Obituary in the
Bergen Record Newspaper last week. Truer words have never been spoken!"
"I was saddened to hear of Stan’s passing on August 18, 2008, as this was one day shy of another special person in my life birthday – Andy (as well as it would have been our 30th wedding anniversary). It seemed destiny had intertwined all of our lives for about 20 plus years, when Andy and I both joined the 10-70 Repeater Association in the 80’s, and met Stan for the very first time. We were in awe of this tall man, with a firm handshake and welcoming smile! Stan stood 6’4, and would have to duck down, when he entered my basement shack!"
"Stan, Andy and I became fast friends, and it was not surprising that Stan and Andy would both learn and teach each other different things about Amateur Radio, Computers and ultimately, Repeaters."
"Stan and his lovely wife, Vivian became part of our extended family, especially when Holly and Krista came to know them both, lovingly as Uncle Stan and Aunt Vivian! Stan always delighted them with his visits to our home, sometimes several times a week."
"Operating events, like ARRL Field Day contests were always a great time for Stan, as he could share his knowledge of antennas and radio with all of us. Stan was always there to help the newcomer as well as the seasoned veteran operator. He was especially valuable around midnight when it came time to feed the raccoons the leftover Chili or at 5am when he would have a pileup going on 20 meters while the rest of the Field Day Operators were fast asleep!"
"You could always find Stan ‘on the air’, either on HF where he would have
his Sunday afternoon SKED with his daughter Carol who lived in Arizona or on his daily rounds that he made throughout Bergen County ‘mobile’ talking
on the W2PQG 2-meter repeater! Stan made Amateur Radio enjoyable for all of us. And the man could
literally fix, ANYTHING!"
"Whiskey – Two – Pints – Quarts and Gallons – you will be in our hearts, forever! We will miss you, my friend, until we see you again! de Joyce KA2ANF"
From George Sabbi - KC2GLG
"I will always remember his surprise morning visits to the house on Van Emburgh Avenue. From time to time, (he seemed to have an innate sense that the coffee was still hot too) I'd hear his station wagon pulling up on the side street, and shortly after that, I'd hear him tapping with his cane at the porch door. This started after he found out I was here at the house most days and he'd make it a point to stop in every now and then to check on how I was feeling and to share some time and of course, the coffee."
"I will never forget the feelings of privilege and the true warmth in his concerns for my current health situation as well as his sincere desire to keep up on how Joyce, Krista and Holly were doing too. His concerns for others were so freely and openly expressed, and even when his own health was of a concern these last few years, his thoughts for others rose well above his own problems."
From Justin Mattes - KC2GIK
"I'll never forget my first Field Day as a 10-70 member, the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers , the sound of "CQ CQ CQ" flying through the air and the sight of Stan Sears,W2PQG, standing with cane in hand admiring the club he helped establish."
"I remember watching him walk slowly, but with authority, from tent to tent popping his head in giving words of encouragement to every ham, from the newest Tech who just got their license, to the seasoned contesters who just needed to hear the simple but powerful wisdom of W2PQG."
"He then made his way back to the lodge and went for his car. I knew I at least had to say my callsign out loud in front of him, he'd remember it as soon as he said the letters for the first time. So when I extended my hand for the introduction he firmly gripped it and said with his trademark smile, "Nice to meet you". Stan then glanced down at my walker and quickly quipped "You know we HAVE to get you a 2 meter rig for this thing". Noticing how he was studying my walker I could tell he had it all planned out."
"Over the next two days we exchanged kind nods when we passed each other. I knew just by the way he walked around Campgaw, he was a ham everyone respected, and he respected every ham. Stan prided himself on encouraging less experienced hams to learn as much as they could. He could convey his knowledge of ham radio without sounding like he knew it all. The few times I saw him he was always sharing his wisdom and humor. I will always remember everyone had a better appreciation for the hobby of ham radio after meeting Stan, W2PQG, I know I did"
From JoAnn Breuer
"I am the church secretary at the Paramus Congregational Church and Stan would come into the office every morning. He was known as 'Mr. Fix It.' He could repair or fix anything!"
"I remember one morning the copier wasn't working. I said to him "Should I call a repairman?" Of course he said "NO." Well, Stan fixed the copier by replacing the drive belt over the pulleys with a rubber band. A big smile came over his face when the copier was turned on and it worked."
From Robert Chasen - WB2EQO
"I am very sorry to hear of the passing of my mentor in amateur radio. I was a boy of 12 at the time I timidly walked up to Stan and asked about the antennas. Stan guided me from nil knowledge of electronics to a novice class license and then a general class license, 6 months later. Be it a transmitter on the blink or just to "chew the rag," Stan was always there. This silent key will never be silent in my heart."
I thought I would share my memories of Stan with you all. Full permission to reprint as seen fit. My original call from September 1992 til July 2010 was N3NKC (N3 Nat King Cole). I have just taken W3RC, so I don't think anyone will know me by this call. But maybe someone might remember my original.....
From John Nemeth - W3RC
It was around 1990 or 1991, I was 9 or 10 years old then. I lived in Clifton at the time. I had an avid interest in flying and aviation. My parents took me many times to Teterboro to watch the planes. One day a gentleman next to us had a scanner, which I overheard. After some time, he saw my interest and came over with the scanner. So after talking to my parents about them, they went to Radio Shack and got me one. That was awesome! One day, after reading the manual, I found the amateur radio frequencies and started scanning them. Curious, I went to the library and got some books on Ham Radio. I had contacted the ARRL for local elmer listings and there was Stan's name and number. So a quick call turned into a new friend and an elmer. I remember he used to send me letters written in CW and I'd tap them out on my oscillator and write down the letters and "decode" the messages. Then I'd call him with the message to show I had done it. He showed great pride in my accomplishment. I used to call him often just to talk about radio and such, especially after reading a book and wanting to know more. I don't think he ever really minded. He always gave an answer and "simple" explanations. Later on, he gave me Andy's number. Andy had a phone patch at the time and was able to feed live audio from his rig into the phone. Boy was that a thrill. I remember the first time ever talking to Andy, he patched in a QSO he made (while
on the phone with me) to a guy in Mongolia. Now that really thrilled and hooked me. And I remember Andy chuckling while making that QSO. So of course, I not only continued to bother Stan, but now Andy as well. Kids, huh???!!!!
Returning to Stan, he used to drive over to Clifton, from Paramus, and pick me up to take me to the 10-70 meetings. That was a really cool experience. I met Jerry NO2T, Andy, Ed AA2IC, and I few other voices I've heard on the scanner. And at one of the meetings was a swapmeet where I picked up a Kenwood TH2600 HT. My first Ham radio! Those were good times! Now I had a real radio to listen to the repeater with. Plus, on some of the car ride home, under Stan's watch, I'd get to talk on his mobile to whoever might be on the repeater heading home as well. Stan really gave me many chances to enliven the radio bug as well as my first chance to be "on the air!"
Then in early 1992, my parents decided to relocate to Pennsylvania. I had to leave, but never forgot what these guys had gotten started in me. I continued to study and found new local elmers here in Pennsy to help me. I did get licensed, September 1992. And I've moved up the ranks to Extra. CW and all! I remember the first chance I got to come back to Jersey and get on the repeaters. I called right for Stan. Having the 3 call and knowing I had moved to Pennsy, he knew right away it was me. I think he was really happy for me to get licensed. Seeing and hearing the kid with a call now. I have to say I think it gave him some pride to see me follow thru and continue to be licensed.
Nowadays, as with most people, a job and family and all has taken over. I hadn't come back to Jersey much since I travel extensively with my job. Yesterday I had traveled back to Clifton to take care of some family business (my mom has recently passed), and for some reason I had an urge to call Stan on the repeater like I had done in the past. I don't know why, probably the same reason I still stop in at the Hot Grill. It's what I always had done when I went back to Clifton. I think also with hearing his call on the repeater, gave me some reason too. So today, after looking up some calls on QRZ, I put in Stan's just to see what he's been up to. I'm saddened to learn of his passing in 2008. I'm happy to see that his legacy will be continuing throughout the 10-70 and his friends. That the "Liquid Station" will forever be on the air as it had been. Whiskey 2 Pints Quarts Gallons will forever be remembered by me for all his contributions toward me getting my license and being a part of this hobby we all love. I'd like to wish Stan one more 73 and remind myself that he'll still "Be There."