Mary Yrizarry, 1932-2025

It was back in April 1977 that I first really got to know Mary Yrizarry. The Linnaean Society of New York’s bird trip to South Florida was held on April 23 – May 1 of that year and was organized by Mary herself and Gretel Neuberger. It was a true success, with many specialties of the area being seen by the attendees. From there, through in-person LSNY meetings and other scheduled field trips, I got to know Mary better. I found her to be a good-humored person with always a smile on her face. Never once can I recall Mary uttering a negative word about anybody.

After living in Brooklyn, NY for many years, Mary and her husband John (who died in 2023 at aged 97) moved up to a  family home in Tuxedo, NY, near Sterling Forest. Both she and John were instrumental in saving this crucial habitat from development. In 2008, the Linnaean Society of New York honored Mary to receive the Natural History Service Award for her role in saving the last piece of unprotected land in Sterling Forest.

We all should have gratitude for Mary’s work whenever we visit Sterling Forest in the Spring.   

— Richard ZainEldeen

Anne Rose Shanahan, 2023

Anne Rose Shanahan passed away peacefully on September 5, 2023, at the age of 92, in the city she loved, New York. Anne was born to Thomas J. Shanahan and Anne Rose (née Burke) Shanahan in Brooklyn, NY. Anne was a scholar, a gifted artist, a beloved sister, aunt and an avid birdwatcher. She spent her early years as a teacher at both Marymount Academy and Marymount College in Tarrytown, New York. An accomplished academic, Anne spent a year studying theology at Regina Mundi in Rome. She also received a doctorate in history and a master’s degree in theology. After history, Anne’s true passion was nature. She was happiest amongst the bird watchers of Central Park photographing the birds, butterflies, flowers, and fauna. Her photographs were featured in multiple publications and exhibited at the Museum of Natural History and the New York University Institute of Fine Arts.

Anne Shanahan was loved by all simply because she was kind and polite to everyone. Birding can be challenging, but Anne always had your back. She made birding and photography fun! Anne was one of the longest Pale Male followers, and she shared her knowledge with all those who fell in love with this beautiful Red-tailed Hawk. She always managed to find and photograph Pale Male on Christmas Day, her definition of a happy holiday. Anne spent years during migration photographing dead birds around the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Despite her attempts to get the museum to place decals on the windows, her pleas fell on deaf ears. But she encouraged the younger people she met to continue to push the museum to change, hoping a new generation will succeed in protecting the birds. That would be a great tribute to Anne.

Because Anne’s funeral was private, there will be a memorial gathering on November 12, 2023 (Sunday) from 1-3 pm by Azalea Pond.  All are welcome to join us. 

—Jean Shum

John Yrizarry, 2022

I met John Yrizarry in September of 1988. I was a beginning birder and he was the instructor of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden (BBG) birding class that I had just signed up to take. My experience with birds was basically limited to the Cardinal and Blue Jay that I had gotten to know from the recently established bird feeder that I set up in my backyard. I remember the first bird that I saw with John right outside of the administration building in BBG. It was a Red-eyed Vireo and as I was later to find out this bird was called a “lifer” for me as it was the first time in my life that I had seen the bird. It was great! I started to ask John all kinds of questions about birds and birding and through his enthusiasm and knowledge I began learning. John told me and the class about the terminal moraine that went right through Brooklyn and especially Prospect Park and Greenwood Cemetery. Prospect Park was his favorite venue and he only lived a block away. We saw, on that brisk fall day, a Ruby-throated Hummingbird, a bird I didn’t know existed and better than that a bird that could be found right in Brooklyn. John told us why it didn’t have a ruby throat and that it was a female migrating south. All his knowledge bestowed on our group made the classes a real treasure for all the students. John really touched a nerve in me and my enthusiasm which he ignited has remained with me for all these years.

He made every trip exciting with tons of knowledge about birds, plants, butterflies and the entire natural world that we experienced. There were always stories related to birding and sometimes he acted them out getting many laughs from the class. As I got to know John better I found out that he was a top bird artist and illustrator. At that time he was working on the “Parrots,” a project for the U.S. Government to identify birds that were being smuggled into the U.S. I also found out that he illustrated some of the plates in the “Birds of Colombia,” the number one book for any birder going to Colombia.

With the BBG group John took us to many birding hotspots in the NYC area. I remember my first trip to Riis Park where I recorded my first Brown Creeper and to Jones Beach where I actually ran after a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, another “lifer.” In 1990 John led me and the BBG group on our first overnight birding adventure to Delmarva. We saw about 100 bird species. But more importantly, it was the beginning of the socialization of birding—traveling with a group of people, getting to know them and enjoying the great venues with people of like interests. John made us all feel as one. I have to thank John for all that.

In 1992 we talked John into leading a birding trip to Venezuela. It was so popular that we had to have a huge bus to transport all of our group, I believe 25 in all. His wife Mary came with us. She made everything work smoothly and found many of the birds. John and Mary were the team that made birding that great experience that it was and still is. The BBG birding classes continued every spring and every fall. It was something that you always looked forward to. No matter what happened during the week, at your job or your home, you always knew that there was birding with John on Saturday.

John moved from Brooklyn up to Sterling Forest. Through his actions and with the help of his wife Mary they protected the 17,000 acres that we visit for birding. It was the breeding location of what I believe to be his favorite bird, Golden-winged Warbler. The commute from Sterling Forest to Brooklyn on Saturday started to become too much for him. So in the fall of 2002, John asked me to take over the guiding of the BBG group. It is a position that I still have to this day.

John made all of this possible. He was the inspiration for getting out in nature, being a birder, working with people and basically just enjoying life. He will be truly missed.

— Joe Giunta

Matthew Cormons, 1941-2022

Though Matt Cormons was a Linnaean Society member for nearly 50 years, many current members did not have the pleasure of knowing him, since he left the New York metropolitan area in 1985. He joined the Society in 1973—coincidentally, the same year I joined, and we got to know each other through our involvement in the Great Gull Island project.

Matt was a native New Yorker, born in the City on March 30, 1941. After graduating from the City College of New York in 1963 with a degree in biology, he worked for five years at the American Museum of Natural History as a teacher and lecturer, and, later, as a scientific illustrator. In that last capacity, he accompanied Dr. Pedro Wygodzinsky to Venezuela to study black flies, two new species of which were named for him (Simulium cormonsi and Gigantodax cormonsi). He received a master’s degree in animal behavior from the University of Wisconsin in 1972.

From 1974 to 1983, Matt served as director of the Tenafly Nature Center in New Jersey. It was during those years that I first got to know him. He personified the spirit of the Linnaean Society, being interested in all aspects of the natural world, with a special focus on birds. He was a licensed bird bander and expert bird carver. His wife, Grace Donaldson Cormons, was also a bird bander and led the Roseate Tern work on Great Gull Island for many years. Together they imbued their two sons, Tom and Peter, with their love of birds and nature.

In 1985 the family moved to a 43-acre working farm on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. There, Grace established an innovative, nature-based family learning program: SPARK (Shore People Advancing Readiness for Knowledge); she and Matt ran the program along with the farm for many years. Besides leading nature field trips, Matt contributed material and photographs to SPARK’s nature books for young people and wrote the young peoples’ guide, “Wildflowers of the Chincoteague Wildlife Refuge.” Whenever possible, he continued his involvement with the Great Gull Island project. His trips to the Azores to band Roseate Terns are featured in the recent award-winning film about the project, “Full Circle.”

Matt passed away on his farm on December 16, 2022, after a long fight with cancer. In recent years, his illness curtailed much of his active field work, but he continued to work on his writing. The Entomological Society of Washington recently published a paper on digger wasps based on his master’s thesis, and a longer one on homing behavior has been submitted to another journal.

Grace says that “sharing his love of nature with his five enthusiastic grandchildren was probably his greatest joy.”

—Joseph DiCostanzo

Alan Messer, 1955-2022

Alan Messer, past president of the Society, passed away at home on December 26, 2022, after a lengthy battle with cancer. Alan was born in Albany, Oregon, and attended the San Francisco Art Institute. After moving to New York he began spending time in Central Park, deepening his love for nature and birding. Alan was an accomplished artist, especially of the landscapes of New York City and the Oregon coast. He was also a published illustrator of birding journals and guidebooks, and his line drawings graced the pages of both the Linnaean Society’s Proceedings and our annual schedule of events for many years.

Alan joined the Linnaean Society of New York in 1991. He led walks and served on the council (now called the board of directors) for several years, as recording secretary from 1999-2001 and 2003-2005 and as president, from 2005-2007. Below is the eulogy that I prepared for the memorial service that was held on Friday, December 30. A recording of the service is available.

—Rochelle Thomas, President

I know the exact date I met Alan for the first time. It was Saturday, June 2, 2012. The Wild Bird Fund’s center had just opened, and it was packed shoulder to shoulder with people from all over, anxious to see the inside of New York City’s brand-new wildlife hospital.

On that day, I was the unofficial tour organizer, shouting at people to sign in, form lines, and make donations. In the midst of all this chaos, a tall, bespectacled man walked up to the front desk and said, “I’m here to lead the Central Park walk.”

“What walk!?” I barked, “No one told me about a walk! It’s not on the tour list!!” And because the center was teeming with bodies, I sent him immediately to the Columbus Avenue curb, where he waited patiently until I rounded up four people who would go on to enjoy the extraordinary experience of an Alan Messer-led bird walk.

Within a few short months, Alan’s walks were a regular feature at the center, and he and I formed a pretty solid partnership. I organized and promoted the walks and checked folks in at the desk, and then Alan took over, pointing out the subtle beauty of a grackle while implanting an ever-so-important conservation message (along with a requisite number of jokes). On those walks, Alan taught me nearly everything I now know about birds. (I mean—I knew a few birds before I met Alan, but didn’t really consider myself to be a birder.) And for this I feel extremely lucky, because to learn to see birds or to observe any kind of nature with Alan was a special gift. In Alan’s world, every bird or plant had a distinctive shape and color that when described by him, made them seem even more beautiful than they actually were. I joked that Alan had some kind of supernatural color vision, or, at least, could see more shades of green than humanly possible; but I really thought it was true. And it’s because of Alan that I’ll never NOT see the “citrine” breast of the Great Crested Flycatcher or think of a Prothonotary Warbler as anything but “cadmium” yellow.

The Wild Bird Fund walks were also great fun. They were filled with jokes, inappropriate political rants, discussions about art, culture, and New York City, old and new. Often there was more talking than walking, and when Alan got stuck on the splendor of a bird’s scapulars, I’d be right there behind him, physically pushing his body forward so we could move faster than 50 feet an hour.

Alan was the best kind of best friend. The kind who always had my back no matter what. The kind who did not take it personally when I was too stressed out to even meet up in the park. He was also an inspiration to most of us in this room, never giving up on his causes, social and environmental, despite being so sick for so long. Alan’s will to go on, to endure treatment after treatment, hoping to see the return of migrants in the spring, or refine a painting that was already perfect, or, most importantly, to spend just a little more time with his beloved Janet, are sentiments I will carry with me forever.

It’s winter now, but soon it will be spring and I’ll think of Alan when the warblers return. In summer, I’ll remember sitting with him on a park bench while he sketched a robin on its nest, somehow capturing the look of sweet love the mother robin gave to the young she was protecting. When autumn comes, I’ll channel his keen eye and patience whenever I try to differentiate between blackpoll and bay-breasted in fall plumage. And when the leaves fall, and winter comes again, I’ll think about one of my first park memories with Alan, a day in late November when we tallied three different Barred Owls, or as we liked to refer to it later, “the three-owl tour.”  I feel so lucky for everything that Alan has given me and although I’ll miss him so very much, I also know that he will always and forever be a part of all of the wild and wonderful things that are outside waiting to greet me.

Louise Fraza, 2022

Louise Fraza passed away on November 15, 2022. She was a member of the Linnaean Society for 26 years and a friend to many in the field. I last saw her on February 14, 2021, when a few brave souls battled what felt like near-Arctic conditions at Croton Point Park. She will be missed by many in our community.
— Rochelle Thomas, President

A Personal Tribute: Our Memories of Louise Fraza

Our dear friend has passed. She left swiftly and in peace.

We met Louise Fraza while birding more than thirty years ago, and quickly became fast friends. First we birded together locally, then ventured farther out by visiting parts of Central and South America and Manitoba.

Louise was a kind, generous, and adventurous person who loved being in nature, the sort of person that everyone liked because they sensed her caring nature. She saw good in everyone and was sensitive to the feelings and needs of others. One memory that stays with us took place at the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge. We were on a trip with the Linnaean Society when we received a report of a Ruff on the East Pond. We hastened our walk, but then noticed that Louise wasn’t with us. She had fallen behind to help a birder who couldn’t walk quickly, because she didn’t want that person to feel alone. Happily, we all saw the Ruff.

Louise gave so much. She was active in the anti-fracking movement. She devoted time and energy to a close friend who was sick in the aftermath of 9/11; this interfered with her beloved birding, but she gave her all the support she could. She also gave much of herself to the Linnaean Society, from her participation on the Council to her work registering many trips, including some to distant places like Arizona.

Louise participated with us in the Christmas Bird Counts as long as she could, including those at Stuyvesant Town and the Cove. It was she who found the Varied Thrush during one CBC. She loved Doodletown, and we shared many joyful moments there among the birds, butterflies, and other denizens of its enchanting woodland. She also devoted time to Keep Conservation, a grassroots organization started by her friend Linda Atkins. It is devoted to preserving and upgrading donated and purchased land for birds and other animal and plant species. In addition to being an expert birder, Louise was an accomplished folk dancer, with a repertoire that included both international and American dances.

She birded with us until mid-July of 2021. On our final trip she saw the Little Blue Heron. On July 28, 2021, she departed for Holland. We always kept in touch, and she sent us pictures of Dutch butterflies.

The bulk of our happy bird memories include Louise. We will miss her each time we go to Central Park. She will also be missed by the many other friends she made here, by her spouse, and by her family in Holland. Her special energy will always be remembered. At the end, she sent us all her love, and that love will always remain with us.

— Anne Lazarus and Miriam Rakowski