Dedication

This site is dedicated to our father, Emanuel Schary, and our mother, Judith Schary.  Growing up, we never knew how fortunate we were to have two parents who loved and supported us and each other.  The best lesson learned from them was to follow our dreams and never give up.  Abby, David, and Anne

From Anne (youngest daughter)

My dad was an extraordinary man. He was my hero, my biggest fan, and my dad.  We spent many hours in the car singing and just “talking.”  He drove me everywhere I needed and wanted to go.   When it came time to register for dance classes, he had been with me for over 15 years. He sat through every recital from beginning to end.

His voice came through his art. Dad was soft-spoken and gentle. Fame did not change the man he was. He enjoyed visiting schools to teach students how to draw. He would paint many pairs of sneakers with animals on them for me to wear. His love for art taught me about passion for things I love. I was privileged to call him my dad, and I miss him everyday.

Anne

From Abby (oldest daughter)

I was fortunate to have two loving parents who gave me much love, encouragement, and guidance. My dad was an extremely talented artist, photographer, music lover, intellectual, kind, gentle, and humble man. He was my mentor, sharing his knowledge of photography, the natural world, and his love for family and Israel.

While I shared many special moments with my dad, several remain dear to my heart. I will never forget sitting in our home’s basement, where my dad worked at his drafting table, and I sat in a highchair. While he drew and painted, he would help me with my homework or listen to me talk. In addition, the best times were on the weekends when we watched many of the old mysteries, including Charlie Chan, Mr. Moto, and Sherlock Holmes.  

He provided me with my first camera, and going out together to photograph was always a special time for me. We visited Butterfly World and Parrot Jungle in Florida, where butterflies surrounded him as he walked or sat, and at Parrot Jungle, five parrots landed on his head and arms. My dad photographed flowers in my gardens and painted an iris series, one of which I  have hanging in my home. Like my dad and his cameras often in use, I, too, have developed a love of photography (thank you, Dad). I could not be prouder to have called and still call Emanuel Schary my dad.

Abby

My Mother, Judith Schary

My mother enjoyed telling the story of how she and my father met. She said it was love at first sight. After dating for only three months, they married. My mom was 19 years old, my father 28.

My mother was my father’s business manager and pushed him to pursue his love of painting. They worked together side by side, respecting each other's talents for over thirty years. My mother was proud to say she was tough but fair to everyone. To my father, she was an angel.

During her last few days of life, my mom shared many stories with me. She had no regrets and was so proud of her entire family. She looked forward to seeing my father again, never doubting he was waiting for her.

Before she passed away, I asked her what she wanted most of me. She said, "It is time to share Discovering Emanuel Schary with the world.” 

We have waited for over 30 years to share the artwork of Emanuel Schary. 

David Schary