Kurt Greenwood

Kurt Greenwood died in a rock climbing accident in August 1976 at The Dome in Boulder Canyon.

Elizabeth DeLand (Cookie Cook) recalls:

I remember visiting with Kurt Greenwood once at his home. He had the most amazing puppy dog eyes. I didn’t know him really well, but I wish I had taken the time to reach out more.

Sally Reilly Robinson remembers:
Kurt was always such a cute, soft-spoken guy.

Reflections on Kurt Greenwood
Anytime I hear “Sweet Baby James” by James Taylor, I think of Kurt. “Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won’t you let me go down in my dreams,” this is one way I remember Kurt. Kurt’s Dad was a weekend inventor/tinkerer, so he had the coolest tools and on-going projects around his house. He had a reel to reel tape setup where he recorded music. This is where I first heard James Taylor. He had Jazz and all kinds of music on this reel to reel. His Dad also had two restored Studebaker’s; with overdrive
(does anyone remember overdrive and how cool that was?). Driving those up and down Sunshine and Boulder Canyons was a blast.
Kurt was one of the guys I could talk to about serious issues as well. Vietnam, the loss of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Bobby Kennedy, Buddhism, you name it, Kurt had thought about it. Kurt was a little shy, but had a wide and beautiful smile. We used to go to the bookstores on the Hill and just wander around, soaking up the atmosphere together and talk about anything, everything. When my mother wrote me about Kurt’s accident and passing, I remember almost feeling his presence. I still remember him anytime I hear James Taylor. “I’m goin to Carolina in my mind,” all the time with Kurt.

Rob Sayre