On Christmas eve…. Charles Fisher reading an excerpt from his manuscript, Adios Granada, January 2006, the week before he left for Bangkok.

the link above is to an mp3 file. There is also a higher quality .wav file, but it might take longer to play if you have a slow connection.

The gypsy manuscript is with a publisher who is very interested in it… but we need a few more pages… please send or email me any stories you remember daddy telling about gypsy life.

Some of you may not have had the chance to hear daddy’s Christmas Fly poem…
so here it is, in honour of the season:

Charles Fisher reading his poem, The Christmas Fly

Died suddenly in Bangkok, Thailand, January 24th, age 91.

Cremation to take place Thursday, Feb 2nd, 2 p.m. local time in Bangkok (2 a.m. here in Canada) and in the presence of good friends.

Visitation and service in Ottawa, Canada, sometime the following week. Arrangements in the care of Hulse, Playfair and McGarry.

Charles was in wonderful spirits leaving for this last of his long journeys and it appears that he died peacefully in his sleep. More information to follow.

Please post tributes and condolences here. These memorial pages and this website that Charles was working on when he died will remain in perpetuity. Charles was very interested in making more of his work available through this site and new material from his personal papers and literary work will be added, in accordance with his desires. Not long before his death he completed his memoir of gypsy life and I will post some excerpts here soon.

Deeply loved and sadly missed. An adventurer to the end. An exemplary spirit.

“What thou lovest well remains — the rest is dross.”
Ezra Pound

Caitlin