Obituary for Arnold Langer
Arnold (Arnie) Langer from Queens, NYC, age 88, passed away peacefully at Maple Lane Nursing Home on Monday August 7th. His daughter, Alix Gibson, son in law, Jim Gibson and two cousins Stevie and Dorna Weinberg were by his side, holding his hands, rubbing his feet and kissing his cheek as he took his last breaths.
Arnie was born on March 25th, 1929 to Sadie and Aaron Langer in Queens, NYC. While he may not have realized it, Arnie leaves behind quite the following. His daughter and son in law, Alix and James Gibson, his granddaughter Emma Gibson, step grandchildren, Devin and Moriah Gibson, all in St. Albans, Vt. His sister Mildred Weinberg of Scranton, Pennsylvania, his nieces and nephews, Stevie and his wife Dorna Weinberg, Neil and his wife Arlene Weinberg, AW and his wife Marcy Weinberg and Barbara and her husband Lou Weinberg, and all of their children and grandchildren. He had so many people he adored, his cousin Carol and her husband Matty, nieces and nephews Daniel, Joanna, Deborah, Abby, Ezra, Stacy, Brian, Rebecca, Lita, Elena, Aaron, Adam, Peter, his best friend who was like a sister to him Llewellyn and her husband Lenny (whose cooking he was completely in love with), his amazing golf friends old and new, and the people he met along the way that he thought of all the time, whether they be socialites in Europe or the street vendors in New York.
Arnie was a fascinating man who lived a life full of adventure. In his earlier years, he was a NYC taxi cab driver who knew every nook and cranny of the city. Through this, he befriended amazing people at the NY School of Performing Arts, including James Dean. He learned about all the places to go, to eat and observe, whether they be places everyone knew or nobody knew, and he was proudest of the latter. He would travel far and wide to get that perfect piece of lox or knish, hot dog, bagel, slice of sausage pizza, pastrami sandwich, peking pork chops, corn chowder, manicotti, or little neck clams. Each place he introduced us to, no matter where in the five burroughs, the owner or manager always knew him and would greet him with a “hey Arnie!”. It felt to us like he was a big fish in a big city and that made life with him adventurous. He hated highways and always took back roads, sharing stories behind each of them. Each summer, he took his family on a road trip to Vermont and while 5 hour drives turned into 12, he appreciated the beauty so much and it was contagious. He was a gifted storyteller and captivated whoever he shared his adventures with, having us all feel as though we were right there, which was truly his goal.
He married the best thing that ever happened to him, Phyllis Ruth White on June 5th, 1970 and together they had Alix. The three of them traveled the world together, as his career wrapped around his love of golf and he was a tour operator, taking and sending groups of golf lovers all over the world. Together, they went to places like Spain, Africa, France, Portugal, Morocco, Trinidad and Tobago, England, Scotland and Ireland. He never made any real money, but his travels were grand and he lived for these trips - nothing made him happier than being on the course with people who loved the game as much as he did. Nothing, except Phyllis and Alix. And then, he was blessed to gain family in Jim, Devin and Moriah who he deeply adored. He lost Phyllis on July 18th, 2004 and things were never the same for him after that. He continued to live in the city, but lost much of his zest for life. When his granddaughter Emma was born in 2007, he seemed to have renewed energy and purpose and loved her the very best way he knew how. She became his everything until his last breath.
Arnie moved to St. Albans, Vermont to be taken care of by Alix, Jim and Emma in the summer of 2015. He was provided excellent care by the staff at the Homestead in St. Albans, the nurses at UVM Medical Center and in his last year of life, at Maple Lane Nursing Home in Barton. He was able to make friends wherever he went and everyone has a story about Arnie. A life well lived and a man well loved. The world will never be the same without a man like Arnie in it.
We would like to express our sincerest gratitude to the staff at Maple Lane for taking such good care of Arnie and for caring for him the way they did.
An informal, creative and loving celebration of life will be held for Arnie in New York City in September.
The family also invites you to share your memories and condolences by visiting www.awrfh.com.