Wednesday, March 29, 2006

David J. Chiu

David Jungkuang Chiu
Former New York resident David J. Chiu, 69, died March 26th 2006, at his home in San Jose, CA from complications due to colon cancer.

A service will be held on Friday, March 31st, from 8am to 12 noon at Oak Hill Funeral Home, 300 Curtner, Ave in San Jose, CA.

Professor Chiu was born July 11, 1936, in Xiamen, China on the island of Gulangyu to Minxian and Juyin Chiu.

He was raised in Beijing, China, and moved with his family to Taiwan in 1947.
Professor Chiu graduated from National Cheng-Chi University in Taiwan, as valedictorian of his class.

He married Meiyin Huang on January 27, 1965, in Taipei, Taiwan.

He moved to the United States in 1968 to study at the University of Iowa and received his Masters from the University in 1970. Professor Chiu's family joined him in the United States in 1971 and they moved to Long Island, where he taught at Hofstra University for 30 years before retiring in 2001. At Hofstra, Professor Chiu also served as Director of Asian Studies and Dean of University Advisement. While in New York, he also taught for over 10 years at New York University and at the Long Island Chinese Center.

Upon retiring, he and Meiyin moved to San Jose, CA to be near their children.

He is survived by his wife, Meiyin, daughter, Sufen Chiu and Annette Fineberg of Davis, CA; son, Timothy Chiu and Lars Haaland of San Jose, CA, daughter and son-in-law, Marie and Michael DeMordaunt of San Leandro, CA.; grandchildren, Amelia Fineberg, Daniel Fineberg, Michaela DeMordaunt, Lauren Chiu, and Mariah DeMordaunt; his sister and brother-in-law, Lih-Ping and Jun Shao of Santa Clara, CA and their children. He is also survived by siblings in Taiwan and China and their children.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.

You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.

The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.

From: The Prophet -- Khalil Gibran