Albert Forbes Tyndall Jr.


FALLS VILLAGE — Albert Forbes Tyndall Jr., 70, died Dec. 19, 2006, of complications following heart surgery. He was the husband of Louise (Edwards) Tyndall.

Mr. Tyndall was born in 1936 in Kinston, N.C., the oldest child of Katie Lou (Holland) and businessman Albert Forbes "Jack" Tyndall. He graduated from the college prepatory curriculum of Grainger High School in 1954 and attended Duke University, where he pledged to Lambda Chi Alpha. At Duke, he met his wife, the former Louise Edwards, when he gave her a ride to the Blue Devils’ football game in Maryland, in the fall of 1957. By Christmas they were engaged, by the next spring they were married, and remained so until his death.

Mr. Tyndall graduated from Duke with a degree in economics in 1958, moved to New York City and embarked on a career that took him into the accounting, media and energy businesses. In 1972 he earned a master of business administration degree from New York University. In recent years, he had retired to concentrate on birds, cats, friends and family.

Albert was a long-distance Boston Red Sox fan who finally attended his first game at Fenway Park at age 69. He traveled to Europe and much of the Caribbean. He worked in the bustling city most of his life, but he was, at heart, a quiet man who loved the ocean and small towns. His wife swears she has taken the same picture of him waving at her while standing in the water on at least 100 beaches.

He was a voracious reader who passed this gift along to his children. He once wrote a never-published novel on an old electric typewriter in a basement office adjacent to his laundry room. Christmas was his favorite time of year. He took his last breath during that season of peace, at St. Francis Hospital in Hartford with his wife and children around him.

He is survived by his wife of 48 years, Louise; his two sons, David of St. Louis, Mo., and Mark of Falls Village; two younger sisters, Joyce Faucette and Mary Louise Tyndall, both of Raleigh, N.C.; and three grandchildren, Jack Tyndall, Dorissa Tyndall and Mark Whitney "Max" Tyndall II.

A memorial service was held at Trinity Episcopal Church in Lime Rock.

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