On Saturday March 28th, Jeff Bullen passed away from the Coronavirus in Greenwich CT.
Due to the current state of affairs, we will not be able to hold a traditional memorial service for him, at least for the time being.
Though this has been an incredibly painful time, we've been overwhelmed by the... see moreOn Saturday March 28th, Jeff Bullen passed away from the Coronavirus in Greenwich CT.
Due to the current state of affairs, we will not be able to hold a traditional memorial service for him, at least for the time being.
Though this has been an incredibly painful time, we've been overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support over the past few days, especially in the the wonderful, heartwarming, and hilarious stories about our dad from friends and family. It means the world to us, and we thought it would be nice to have a place where everyone can share and read these memories.
Please use this site to share any favorite Jeff stories and photos. And please forward this link to anyone else who might what to read or contribute one of their own. And don't feel the need to eulogize, we know our dad would have loved a crazy bar story just as much :)
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for the your love and condolences.
Best,
Christine and Tyler Bullen
Jeff AKA Bull-Man will be remembered as a great friend with a heart, a brilliant and at times a very absent mind, a sense of humor accompanied by a hearty laugh, and a fortunate member of a terrific family. A few stories come to mind, though there are... moreJeff AKA Bull-Man will be remembered as a great friend with a heart, a brilliant and at times a very absent mind, a sense of humor accompanied by a hearty laugh, and a fortunate member of a terrific family. A few stories come to mind, though there are many.
My first introduction to Jeff was a ski trip with Doug Bibby to northern Vermont. Among other aspects of this adventure were: being pulled up and off a snow filled road side by a passing mail truck, and making many other wrong turns. We had attempted to turn around on a narrow country road. Finally, late that night after wandering Vermont country roads, we arrived at our rental house one night early and -15 degrees. I listened, frozen and impressed with Jeff's and Doug's ability to talk our way into the shelter of this house already full with the front line of the Colgate football team.
During a college summer vacation job, Jeff worked at estimating the taxable values of residential homes. Knowing who owned each house helped him underestimate the value of modest houses owned by a widow, for example, or other deserving folks. Jeff had a heart.
He always enjoyed sharing: time, food or whatever was to be shared at the moment. It was the companionship more than what was shared which was important.
Though, I don't think the Bull-Man ever kissed the Blarney Stone, he had its gift. After his first year in Law School, and a summer internship with the Brooklyn DA, he was offered a job, which was impressive, though he declined it. At another time, in a hurry to return our dates to their dorm before curfew, Bull-Man drove through several stop signs and a red light. After being stopped by Granville's Finest, Jeff politely got out of the car, and had a lengthy, animated and apparently mutually enjoyable conversation with the Officer. When Jeff drove away, he had no ticket, and not even a formal warning, unusual to say the least, but typical, Jeff.
Misplacing things was for Bull-Man, not occasional, it was legendary. One morning a generous fraternity brother asked Jeff for the keys to his car Jeff had borrowed the previous evening. Not only could Jeff not find the keys, he could not find the car. This became a seek and find mission for the entire fraternity. The car was later found carefully parked a good distance away, down by the sports field house.
Knowing little of legal work, I once asked Jeff if he would go through an inch thick trove of letters from the attorney representing my Father's estate. I didn't expect him to do it at that moment. However, with deliberation, he scanned each letter, and about 15 minutes later told me everything looked like what he would expect. Exemplary of Jeff's mind.
Fortunately for me on another occasion, I walked behind my car during a visit from Jeff. He had placed a couple of bumper stickers, zany and hilarious, but not appropriate for prime time viewing. I don't think I have laughed so hard before or since. One bumper sticker now lives on the inside of my tool chest lid. It still gives me a chuckle each time I see it.
One of a kind, Jeff has been, and will be missed. less
When I think of Jeff I remember laughter. Genuine laughter that comes from deep in the belly. The kind of laughter that might make you pee your pants. His jovial laugh is a cherished sound from my childhood and adolescence. I have very fond memories from... moreWhen I think of Jeff I remember laughter. Genuine laughter that comes from deep in the belly. The kind of laughter that might make you pee your pants. His jovial laugh is a cherished sound from my childhood and adolescence. I have very fond memories from hilarious games of Scattegories and Trivial Pursuit, croquet, camping, CC hockey games and just sitting around the kitchen table talking about history (Jeff always made me feel very smart when I spewed facts that I was learning in history class). less
To the Bullens - a few recollections from the Higbies:
We first met Jeff & Ginny in 1985 a few months before Christine was born. The occasion was our first La Maze class.
Our daughters (Christine & Lisa) were born almost simultaneously - and were -... moreTo the Bullens - a few recollections from the Higbies:
We first met Jeff & Ginny in 1985 a few months before Christine was born. The occasion was our first La Maze class.
Our daughters (Christine & Lisa) were born almost simultaneously - and were - and to this day remain close friends.
Above all else Jeff was sensitive and curious . . . about you, about your family, about everything going on in the world.
He was old school - to whom the best about the past still mattered.
Once he directed us up into the mountains on a overnight camping trip at 12,000 feet. This spot was someplace he’d been years before. He had all his gear in cardboard boxes - including completely stocked wet bar.
- Plenty of helping hands were glad to assist in getting the loads from the cars up and into the camping spot.
- The campfire was large and well tended - because Jeff had thought to bring a huge asbestos glove - for moving flaming logs around. Like a guy working in a steel smelter.
- A good time was had by all.
Like we said . . . Jeff was old school - and liked traditional garb (preferably wool, it seemed). And he sometimes found occasions to wear his Tam o’shanter. How fitting! this was a bonnet dating from 16th Century Scotland. After receiving several compliments - he made sure we each had our own personal Tam. See photo from 1994 — L-R: Jeff Collins; Terry Dillahunty; Jeff Bullen; Alan Higbie.
During the infamous trip to Snow Mountain Ranch trip in 2002 - Jeff posed with a hulu-hooping pedestrian along the road.
Whatever effort it took for Jeff to travel to Christine & Mike’s wedding in October 2018 - it was so great to see him. He was in his element and very happy. less
As we all have tried to capture Jeff's personality in words, you realize it is impossible because he was such a unique legend of a character.
Easter was yesterday and I thought a lot about your family, because some of my best... moreDear Bullen family,
As we all have tried to capture Jeff's personality in words, you realize it is impossible because he was such a unique legend of a character.
Easter was yesterday and I thought a lot about your family, because some of my best Easter memories were with you all. Playing croquet in the yard with drinks in hand and listening to your Dad's answers to trivia and other random games like Scattergories. When I smell a nice pipe and spot a tam, I will always think of him and my Dad laughing to their own inside jokes.
We were so lucky to walk the Earth with your Dad, for the incredible legend that he was. I love you all! less
I am so sorry about the passing of your father. The circumstances could not be more difficult. My hope is that Jeff is at peace, resting; maybe he's camping, and maybe he's even taking the occasional sip from the infamous... moreDear Tyler and Christine,
I am so sorry about the passing of your father. The circumstances could not be more difficult. My hope is that Jeff is at peace, resting; maybe he's camping, and maybe he's even taking the occasional sip from the infamous martini glass-that-you'll-find-in-the-wool-sock.
The Bullen family was mentioned often in the DeLaney household when we were little. Our dads had the silliest nicknames for each other. Not sure if you know, but Jeff, AKA The Great Publen, is the reason my family is a bunch of "Hahhhhh-rd New Englanders"; he gave my dad a job at the Navy Yard. I remember Jeff being exceptionally funny and intelligent.
We have at least 2 biiiiiiig things to celebrate in a few months. I'll see you both this year.
I am so so incredibly sorry for your loss. I've been struggling to find the words to say but know that I have been thinking about you guys. Jeff was larger than life and all of my memories of him involve lots of laughter.
Someone else may have told this... moreI am so so incredibly sorry for your loss. I've been struggling to find the words to say but know that I have been thinking about you guys. Jeff was larger than life and all of my memories of him involve lots of laughter.
Someone else may have told this story but I remember when we were up at Snow Mountain Ranch and our families were playing a game of Scattergories. The letter was "G" and we were going around telling our answers when we came to the category "Things Found in a Vending Machine" and Jeff proudly and confidently revealed his answer - "Gerbils". Tears were rolling down everyone's faces because we were laughing so hard.
He was a staple member of my childhood and I am so glad I have so many great memories of him and also that I got to see and chat with him at Christine's wedding. I am heartbroken for you all and I hope that even though you can't memorialize him in a traditional way, you can still find the peace you need. less
My brother had a nickname for everyone...mine was “Dolly”! When we were little (around 6 & 8), early on Saturday mornings we would watch cartoons and play poker. Yes, Jeff taught me poker, gin rummy, hearts,... morePosting for my mom Ann Bullen Fanoe:
My brother had a nickname for everyone...mine was “Dolly”! When we were little (around 6 & 8), early on Saturday mornings we would watch cartoons and play poker. Yes, Jeff taught me poker, gin rummy, hearts, war, and then onto bridge. We were a “game playing” family, and we all know how much Jeff likes to win. Jeff and I thought we had hit the jackpot when our Dad joined in playing “Battleship” with us for hours, and when the whole family had marathon monopoly games. Naturally, Jeff and I continued this competition with badminton, croquet, and tennis. I will also always remember our “animated” dinner-time discussions about politics and current events.
Beulah, a tiny mountain town in Colorado, was our “happy place” for summers on end. We had our summer gang, who became our best buddies - riding our beloved horses, swimming, and most importantly time with our grandparents. My grandfather and brother had a special bond, both with a dry sense of humor, and of course, the love of Colorado, the mountains, and horses. Jeff’s horse’s name was “Diablo”, a fitting name at times for both horse and rider! I treasure the memories of riding with my brother, Dad, and Grandfather in the mountains of Colorado.
However wonderful those memories are, Jeff’s number one love were his kids, Tyler, and Christine. He loved them with all his heart, and couldn’t have been more proud. They gave Jeff his purpose in life! Jeff loved his family and friends with great passion.
My hope is that he is at peace, playing cards with our Mom and Dad, having a cocktail, and enjoying lots of laughter. Jeff, I love you... less
My husband Gary and I met your dad soon after he moved to Pueblo. Your mother and mine became fast friends. I remember the house in which your grandparents lived. Jeff broke his back and was in traction in the family room of the... moreChristine and Tyler,
My husband Gary and I met your dad soon after he moved to Pueblo. Your mother and mine became fast friends. I remember the house in which your grandparents lived. Jeff broke his back and was in traction in the family room of the house, and it was here that we met him.
He and my brother Bill were thick as thieves, and often were together. I'm sure there are many stories about them.
Two years later, the family moved back to Scarsdale and, at the same time, we had moved to State College, PA where Gary was beginning his position at Penn State. They invited us to stay with them for a weekend. We left our two kids with another family, and had a wonderful weekend.
Years later we connected with your dad in Colorado Springs. He mentioned the two of you often, and I know that you know my sister, Susan Daniels. She, too, spoke of you and always had wonderful things to say.
Your dad was one of the nicest people that we've known. Always a smile, soon followed by laughter, he always wanted to know about us as well as our children. I know that he had many friends including my cousin, Kevin McCarthy. The two of them would sneak out at night and roam around the neighborhood. I was surprised to learn that Kevin did that because his father was one strict man but I guess he never found out.
Jeff called us just this past December, and we both talked with him for quite a while. It had been almost ten years that we had spoken so we had lots to say. He told me that Christine was married in the fall and that Tyler and his family were doing well.
Jeff's smile and laugh were the best and were continuous.It is hard to tell stories about Jeff because he was the story.Time with Jeff was always a good time; he made it so. The response from our class of 1964 (Edgemont !!!!!) shows that opinion is... moreJeff's smile and laugh were the best and were continuous.It is hard to tell stories about Jeff because he was the story.Time with Jeff was always a good time; he made it so. The response from our class of 1964 (Edgemont !!!!!) shows that opinion is unanimous. He was a great guy and a great friend.
There is one dopey "story" that stays in my mind. We had a "Little League" basketball team that played other schools in Scarsdale (Quaker Ridge etc.) Jeff showed up really psyched and ready to play.We took off our sweat pants and ran on the court. I looked at Jeff and started laughing. He was not wearing shorts; he was in the middle of the court in his underpants. I got his attention and pointed out his unusual uniform. I told him that the least he could do was put an Edgemont insignia on his ass. Jeff's response was that he must have forgotten to put his shorts on before his sweat pants. While that response was obvious, it was a relief to me; I didn't want him to say that he enjoyed playing in his underpants. It amazed me-though typical of Jeff- that he was laughing, when most of us would have wanted to hide in a corner. He put on his sweat pants and played. No problem
My feelings about Jeff, and memories of him, are "comforting" in getting through this loss. They will never fade.
Mickey Joseph less
My wife is the one on facebook so I'm using her sight to offer my condolences. Along with Ralph Penny, I was co-pledge chairman for our Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity when we pledged Jeff and 32 others into the best pledge class of 1964. We had some great... moreMy wife is the one on facebook so I'm using her sight to offer my condolences. Along with Ralph Penny, I was co-pledge chairman for our Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity when we pledged Jeff and 32 others into the best pledge class of 1964. We had some great times together as fraternity brothers and I'll remember the fun we had at Denison.
With all my sympathy, Rhys Williams less
One of my earliest memories of my Uncle Jeff consists of him swooping me up in his arms, placing me on his shoulders and running around the yard as the sprinkler sprayed both of us. It was always so much fun to have him visit when I was young especially... moreOne of my earliest memories of my Uncle Jeff consists of him swooping me up in his arms, placing me on his shoulders and running around the yard as the sprinkler sprayed both of us. It was always so much fun to have him visit when I was young especially because it meant that we could eat sugary cereal while watching silly Saturday morning cartoons with him. His visits meant not only fun for me and my sister, but also that our home was filled with laughter, banter and brightness. Later, when I was a teenager, I especially enjoyed our often tense but exciting tennis matches. I always called him "McEnroe" because of how he looked and his charming tennis court temper. I will miss you, Uncle Jeff. Thanks for adding so much brightness and laughter to my childhood. You were one of a kind and will be missed by so many. less
My favorite memory of Jeff took place in Tyler's hot tub. The whole family had been soaking, but now it was just Jeff, TyIer, and me. I was hoping Tyler would leave, not because I didn't enjoy his company, but so I could get Jeff alone for the first time... moreMy favorite memory of Jeff took place in Tyler's hot tub. The whole family had been soaking, but now it was just Jeff, TyIer, and me. I was hoping Tyler would leave, not because I didn't enjoy his company, but so I could get Jeff alone for the first time in the year I had known him. I wanted to ask him to marry his daughter. I had known for a while, but had blown it on the last visit. Finally, Tyler got up and went inside. I got very nervous and said, "You're a tough guy to pin down." Which was true. He was always in the middle of the fun -- scrabble tournaments, teaching us to play Bridge, reading in the living room with Jack on his lap, laughing at dinner. These are all great memories, but at time, they were holding up my plan. I then gave him my monologue about how much I loved Christine and how I would take care of her and how I wanted her to be my wife. He told me how special she was, and that it was really up to her, but that he thought it was "fine" that I ask her. He gave me a wink as we snuck back inside and I had so much relief. It was only later that I learned he had pulled Christine aside almost immediately and asked her what she thought of me. She said she thought I was the one, and he smiled and said "Really? Well that's good, because he just asked for your hand in marriage."
So much for boring conventions. I will miss you my man. Love, Mike less