The Lee MacLellan Family Story
Scott Fitzgerald Clark - GRANDSON
My brother Scott (1956 - 2009) was the third Clark child, born three years after my sister Cathy, and seven years after me. He was in effect the "middle child", even though his younger brother Andy would not be born until 1963.
Scott was a cheerful child up until high school, when the demons began to fall on him, mental health demons that would eventually destroy him. He was kind, generous, and sensitive to those around him; qualities he maintained his whole life.
Scott was arguably the most intelligent child of Jani and Ed Clark, who remarked once that "he might be the one" that went to Swarthmore College, the small and excellent liberal arts college they both graduated from.
Scott had many talents. He was a great tennis player, was captain of the high school ski team, and excelled playing music, particularly with the saxophone and then later the guitar. His love of music lasted his whole life. I fondly remember one of the last times our family exchanged Christmas gifts. He asked me for just one thing: CD's from his hero Eric Clapton.
There is simply no getting around the fact that my brother's life was a tragedy. He shone so brightly in the beginning, but later his life darkened due to factors beyond his control. He died of multiple factors in 2009, when he was only 52. He may very well have died earlier but for the financial and moral support from my parents, and the kind, loving care of his long-time friend Amy Coleman.
Scott at the beach, probably one of the MacLellan vacations
This was likely taken when Scott was in high school
Scott's high school graduation reception in our backyard at 86 Farmington Avenue, Longmeadow. ​
It was one of those rare occasions when my father's brother Doug Clarke visited with his family.
L-R Back: Edward Clark, David Clark, Roselle Clark, Scott Clark, my aunt Grace Clarke, Doug Clarke
L-R front: our grandmother Irma MacLellan, Doug and Grace's daughter Leslie, Andy Clark, Cathy Clark. Missing is Doug's son Kevin.
My father told me once that he was mystified why his brother added an e at the end of his last name.
Scott on the far left being greeted by his Uncle Bill Foster at Scott's wedding celebration. Scott was married for a little over a year before divorcing.
Scott and my father after a tennis match at our tennis club, the Longmeadow Field Club.
Scott as a toddler.
Scott practicing his saxophone.