Michael Emery Smith, April 23, 2018
(from https://www.mdislander.com/obituary/michael-emery-smith)
Michael Emery Smith, 71, died April 23, 2018, at home with his family by his side after a short, but hard fought battle with pancreatic cancer. He was born Nov. 8, 1946, in Bar Harbor, the son of Emery W. and Elaine (Rumill) Smith.
Michael graduated from Pemetic High School (SWH), Class of 1965 and Yale University, Class of 1969. Michael’s career was mostly in commercial banking. Michael was an involved member of his community as part of the MDI Lions Club and served on boards of various local charitable organizations including the Southwest Harbor-Tremont Ambulance Service, the Tremont Historical Society, the Acadia Family Center, the Peony Society of Maine and Hospice Volunteers of Hancock County. Michael thoroughly enjoyed spending his free time fighting the black flies while gardening and fishing, and hunting in the fall, often at the Hardy Brook Rod & Gun Club in Maxfield. He was also an avid and dedicated fan of MDI Trojans basketball.
Michael is survived by his daughters, Anna Lee of Philadelphia, Pa., and Rebecca Rumill of Harrisburg, Pa.; former wife Damaris (Worcester) of Southwest Harbor; brother David and his wife, Pamela, of Southwest Harbor; sisters Gina Kilgore of Fridley, Minn.; Joanne Beal and her husband, Dwain, of Milbridge; and Sylvia Porter and her husband, Jeff, of Seal Cove; as well as many nieces and nephews.
Michael’s family would like to thank Hancock County HomeCare and Hospice for their care and compassion during Michael’s final days.
Friends are invited to call 5-7 p.m., Tuesday, May 1, 2018, at Jordan-Fernald, 1139 Main St., Mount Desert.
Donations in Michael’s memory can be made to the Acadia Family Center at http://acadiafamilycenter.org/donate-now/ or Acadia Family Center, Attn: Development, P.O. Box 807, Southwest Harbor, ME 04679.
Condolences may be expressed at www.jordanfernald.com.
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Michael and I were roommates freshman year in Bingham Hall. Neither one of us could figure out what we were doing at Yale and neither one of us felt that we belonged. Somehow we both made it through despite those dark early days. One fond memory is that he promised my father a martini (my dad’s favorite beverage) if somehow we both managed to graduate. Please know that he made good on his promise. Rest in peace Michael.
I remember Mike, a fellow Sulliman Salamander. He lived across the hall from me senior year. Nice guy, quiet like me.