Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Micael "Mike" Merrifield

from the Lariat:
published Wednesday September 25

Micael Merrifield dies after heart attack

With a long career teaching anthropology, this beloved instructor will be remembered by many

by Chelsea Jarrell

Micael Merrifield, a Saddleback College instructor and friend of many, passed away from a sudden heart attack last night.

“Micael will be remembered for his insatiable curiosity, boundless energy, and ability to capture the imagination of students.” said Saddleback College President Tod Burnett in a campus-wide email.

Micael Merrifield With a profound love for tribal anthropology, Merrifield worked for many years with the Juaneño Band of Mission Indians, AcjachememNation, helping them in their fight for federal recognition. He also loved traveling and regularly took students on study abroad trips to Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, and Cuba.

Merrifield has been a passionate and active member at the college since 1977 when he started the Learning Assistance Program. He was an instructor in the Anthropology and Behavioral Sciences Department and served as a member on the Academic Senate Committee and Faculty Association.

A bench near the Business and General Science building has been turned into a memorial with a sign reading, 'Rest in Paradise Professor Micael Merrifield."

SEE ALSO Beloved Saddleback Anthropology Professor Died Suddenly Tuesday (Mission Viejo Patch)

Micael Merrifield

Today, at Bugsy’s gravesite


     My emotions are much too raw for me to say much about Bugsy right now. I’ll say this. My love for him was big, very big. I recall telling friends that I had in some sense fallen in love with the little guy. It was, I said, an absurdly big love that somehow overtook me.
     …It was something about his vulnerability. There he was, living for weeks, evidently, in the wilds of the Santa Ana Mountains—just a kitten. How did he get there? How did he survive? It breaks my heart to think that we delayed as long as we did to capture him, to bring him to safety.
     He was such a delicate seeming little man: small, perfectly white, perfectly proportioned, sleek and silky and dignified. Utterly beautiful.
     But he was tough too. He often displayed great strength and cleverness. He was as independent as any guy I’ve ever known. He did his own thing in his own way, always. When we played, we played his way, forever developing unique Bugsian games.
     He displayed his love in many ways, sleeping in our arms, regularly checking on each of us, maintaining vigilance re those pesky red foxes that hung out by the bedroom window. They were an obsession of his. Those foxes. Damn.
     These last two weeks remind me that the Bauer family, for all its noise and craziness, is a tight, loving crew. We support each other; we come together in a crisis. We are together now.
     And we love so completely. It is a hazardous thing to love so hard, so pure.
     That is how we loved little Bugsy.


Bugsy Bauer (2012-2013)
R.I.P.

     He died peacefully, yesterday, just before 6:00 p.m., with his family around him.

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