
Today is October 14, 2016. It is Shannon Zwicker’s
birthday. It was Thanksgiving Day the year Shannon was born. I know that I am
not alone in being thankful that Shannon was the person she was and did all
that she did. Shannon is someone whose full reach and impact can probably never
be known; there are people in many places, in many organizations, that have
been supported by Shannon’s work but who don’t know that she was responsible
for it.
Shannon was a fundraiser, a donor, a visionary, a person who believed that
great things could happen. She was an inspiration to many and was behind the
financial beginnings and the sustainability of several of the charities
featured in my 40 Days of Giving.
I was lucky enough to cross paths with Shannon several times, all, not
surprisingly, at fundraisers. Much of the public, especially people who worked
with her professionally, will remember her fundraising legacy most prominently
when they think of her.
Personally, I think of her first as a mother, because that is how I first came
to know of her.
Shannon’s sister, Heather, was one of my favourite professors in my
undergraduate years. I took a class on literary theory taught by Heather; it
was amazing how often Heather could fit loving anecdotes about her nieces and
her sister into lectures on Althusser, structuralism, Derrida, postcolonialism…
She even borrowed Lego from her nieces, noting her sister’s generosity in the
loan, to illustrate something (sorry Heather, I remember the Lego and nothing
whatsoever of what you did with it.) I recall her saying she demonstrated her
idea to her nieces (who must have been toddlers at the time) and having laughed
about it with her sister.
Shannon’s way through life, her philosophy of “love is the answer” and her
positivity in the face of what would make many people crumble, was amazing. Her
philanthropy, her fundraising, and her personality all made me like her from
the moment I met her. (I met Shannon through my partner, not through Heather,
but immediately knew they were connected. I said to Jen, my partner, "If she
looks like a Zwicker and she walks like a Zwicker and she talks like a Zwicker,
she must be a Zwicker. Is she related to Heather?”)
Her mothering is what I have heard much so much about, a couple of decades ago
and recently, and is what I admire most, what inspires me, and from all I have
heard, what motivated her. Her children meant the world to her, as did she to
them.
Today, I am featuring the Tiger Family Fund. The Tiger Family Fund existed
before Shannon died. She and her husband Josh set up the Tiger Family fund in
2009 to engage their children in philanthropy. As a family, they selected a
cause to support each year. The Tiger Family Fund is a legacy for Shannon’s
children and for our society, as the ongoing selection of causes and
contributions continue.
As I mentioned, today is Shannon’s birthday. I admit that I rigged this
particular date (in consultation with her sister) because of the somber coincidence
that this is her first birthday since dying and it falls in the period of a
fundraiser I’m running, motivated in part by Shannon. Her belief in giving
back, in doing what she could, in just jumping in and trying something, and
infusing her mothering with passing on all that love for the world to her
children encouraged me to just go ahead and try this when the idea struck. It
seemed apropos that the Tiger Family Fund being one of my selections, I should
feature it on Shannon’s birthday.
I want to mark her birthday both to honour her memory and legacy and to celebrate
her. I hope donations enable a small part of the mothering she did to continue,
to help her children have the funds to continue the philanthropic ideals she
was helping them develop, to ensure the living memory of Shannon, their mom.
On that note, I have been given permission to share something else of Shannon’s
legacy of mothering. It’s something less serious than all I’ve written to this
point. Shannon wrote a poem for her children that one of her daughters shared
at the celebration of Shannon’s life. I think her whimsy, playfulness, and fun
need to be remembered today too; those attributes are inseparable from the fundraising
mom who always said, “love is the answer.”
Please read her delightful, silly poem and join me in donating to the Tiger FamilyFund. And this evening, please raise a glass to the incredible person Shannon
was and to the legacy of love and caring that lives on in her children, her
parents, her sister, her husband, and her sister-in-law as well as the
countless lives she touched. My thanks to her family for allowing me to share
this poem with you and for their kind words offered with their consent to feature
the Tiger Family Fund today.
Twenty-Five Cats Named Sam
By Shannon Zwicker
Did you know Andy Warhol had twenty-five cats?
Well, it’s true – or at least it’s been said.
We can’t ask him to count them or verify facts,
For, alas, Andy Warhol is dead!
But when he was alive (and had so many cats)
An amazing young artist was Andy.
His print-makings, paintings, shows, drawings
and films,
Made him famous, which no doubt was dandy!
His art was so strange, it created a stir.
It was weird; it was fresh; it was new!
And just as his fame and his fortune increased,
So his feline collection, it grew.
Do you think having twenty-five kitties is odd?
Well, I’m telling you truly, I am,
That the craziest, zaniest, makes-no-sense part
Is he named every one of them Sam!
Sam was the Persian with sea-foam blue eyes,
And Sam was a loud Siamese,
Sam the orange tabby and Sam the Maine Coon
Sam the Blue Purebred Burmese.
White cats and tortoiseshells, long hair or
short,
If they meowed, they were Sam, one and all.
When their dinnertime came, it was simple
enough:
Just “Sam!” was all Andy need call.
I do wish that Warhol were still here today.
I’d grab fifteen minutes of fame,
To have a Last Supper with him and his cats
And give every pet a new name.
One I’d call Campbell, another one Soup,
There’d be Pop Art and one Light Fantastic,
A black one named Velvet and one Underground,
One Inkblot, one Exploding Plastic.
Eight Elvises, yes! And four Marilyn Munroes,
Silver Cloud and a Platinum Wig,
Tainted Tuna (a tabby, I really do think)
And a calico Fiesta Pig
How many is that now? I think twenty-four.
I have but one name to assign.
What shall we call that one? I have an idea!
Don’t you think the name Sam would be fine?
TO SHANNON! HAPPY
BIRTHDAY!