Samuel Thomas Ogle of Cambridge, and Mattapoisett died on September 9, 2024, at the age of 76 after a long illness. Born in Philadelphia, he graduated from Franklin College and Northeastern University School of Business. Sam’s long career in information technology spanned society’s shift to the digital age. He adapted to these changes with his easygoing and clever approach to problem solving and to life in general. His quiet demeanor and self-effacing humor masked an inner confidence and sense of adventure that endeared him to everyone he met. Sam loved sailing his Nonsuch sailboat on Buzzard’s Bay. He was a car guy and had recently restored the Alfa Romeo Spider Duetto he purchased right out of college. He volunteered clearing and maintaining trails for the Mattapoisett Land Trust. Sam had a keen eye for real estate and a creative vision for the potential of living spaces. An inveterate collector, he loved antiquing and finding new uses for found objects. His deep concern for the environment and enjoyment of it came together while walking the woodland paths on his property on Mattapoisett Neck with his beloved standard poodles by his side.
He is survived by his wife, Deborah Smiley; a brother Peter Ogle and his wife Susan; a niece Hope Turenne, her husband Robert and their daughters Caroline and Lauren. A celebration of his life will be held at a later date.
Please consider a donation in Sam’s memory to the Mattapoisett Land Trust.
So very saddened to learn of Sam’s death. He was a wonderful, caring “uncle sam” to me who helped guide me through the years of my legal duties and financial responsibilities that were his sister’s (my step mom’s)estate resolution. I always appreciated his time and expertise that he shared with me and part of his legacy will live on through the benefits I was afforded thanks to his wonderful ,large heart and his endless good advice. Sleep sweetly Uncle Sam I Am.Much love gail
I reckon it was our first snowfall on Green Street when I met Sam. I was out to shovel our sidewalk, when I discovered a neat path had already been made. The sound of a snow blower from around the corner on Hancock Street was Sam returning for a second pass.
I was no stranger to shoveling, relishing it at times as a sort of time machine, but I was always grateful for this service, doing as much as I could in return by shoveling the bits that tumbled back into the clearing. Sam would never entertain my offer to chip-in for fuel, him being quietly appreciative of a simple thank you.
We would see each other regularly on the sidewalk, sometimes walking to Central Square together when I was commuting to Boston. I love reading here about his interest in living spaces. I will never forget the generous tours he gave of his buildings, marveling at what seemed to be an impossible puzzle of his Alfa in the ground floor of 541.
We talked about the possibility of my family being future occupants of 543/1. Our move to France scuttled that plan. His illness in turn perhaps slowed his plans down but, despite our infrequent visits back to Green Street and increasingly rare encounters, he still spoke of improvements and his wishes for the future.
Thank you Deborah and Hope for your strength. I will always keep a delightfully snow-free path for him in my heart.
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