Condolence: The Feinstein family was a big part of my life growing up. They lived on the
corner of South Church St and Crescent Ave, Spartanburg, SC and we lived on Crescent Avenue. My mother and Cecile were very close friends and me, Paul, Jr. and David played together and then Paulette came along and I babysat her. I was a few years older than Paul Jr. Over the years as long as my mother and Cecile lived, they were always the best of friends. I do have a lot of fond memories of our growing up with this wonderful family. May God Bless his family during this time of grief.

Condolence: Paul was one of my oldest friends and certainly my closest friend growing up. We were almost like brothers. A real void is left in my life, but he will always be there in fond memories. Rest in peace, old friend.

Condolence: Kathy and I were saddened to hear about the sudden death of Paul. Paul I and grew up in the same neighborhood. I have fond memories of our days in Boy Scouts and will always remember when he came home during his freshmen year at Clemson wearing his orange beanie.

Condolence: Being a charter member of Hope Presbyterian, as well as the founder of Hope Children's Center, I came to know the Paul Feinstein family in the 1970's. I knew Paul first through the Church and through David, his young motherless son, who I enrolled in HCC when he was 3. Those were difficult times, for Paul, and his concern ran high for his young son. Some time after, I was delighted and relieved to meet Jane Archer, as she came into the Feinstein, fold adding hope and love to both Pail and David.. Not too long after, Sarah Jane was born as tangible proof of the love Jane and Paul had for each other. In the 80's I moved to DFW, but I still remember the grace with which Paul made transitions, and what a strong family man he was.

Condolence: Paul and I attended Cleveland Jr. High School together,we had home room and attended many classes together . Paul was smart and humorous and I was a class clown, he made school fun and I will always remember him fondly.

Condolence: Paul always provided a glad handshake, a wide smile, and a sharp wit. I have many fond memories of chats in the hallway at the church, airplane rides, and ski trips to Keystone. There was nothing quite like the sight of that Clemson cap coming down the slopes!

Condolence: I'm probably an unfamiliar name to Paul's family, but I am sorry for your loss. When I was very young, I lived in the house next door to Paul on Evins Street. My Grandmother, Eva Marie Weeks, lived across the street. We were all great friends. Even when we moved, Paulette and my sister Elizabeth stayed close. Occassionally when we were downtown Spartanburg, we would stop in at the Jewelry shop and see Paul Senior. I remember Paul, David and Paulette very well. Paul was someone to look up to, and I'm thankful to have known him and his family. They are an indelible part of my childhood.

Condolence: I first met Paul when I was about nine years-old. Some of us kids on Brookwood had been building a fort in the lot that would become his house. One summer morning a guy with glasses was walking around in that lot, he seemed annoyed. My mom happened to be out in the backyard with me and my sisters and he called her over and asked her if she knew anything about "All this junk on my property." My mom shot me a glare and promised him it would be cleaned up. "I hope so" he retorted and walked away. We still laugh about it to this day: it was such a an abrupt impression with someone who would turn out to be one of my favorite people in the world.

At age nine this made me think the new guy might be a "meanie". But one evening, after his house was built and he had finished moving in from Lexington, I was trying to fly a model plane I'd just built on the fairway, Paul was in his backyard. He called me over, I remember thinking I might be in trouble ...

"Can I see that?" he said, pointing to the plane. I handed it over, it was a glider, built from a kit of balsa wood and paper.

He hefted it in his hands, "This is pretty neat, did you build it?" I nodded my head.

"It's really nice, but I think your center of gravity is a little too far back, that might be why it was stalling. But I think we can fix that pretty easy. Come mere ..."

I followed him into a room right off his garage, he opened up a desk drawer and it was filled with perfectly maintained model airplane engines and tools. My jaw about hit the floor, at my age with limited allowance, that collection of engines was like a goldmine. Paul put a lead weight on the nose of my plane, handed it back to me, and said to give it a try now. Sure enough, it flew like an eagle.

Over the next few years I'd go over to his house regularly to talk about airplanes, and he wasn't just being kind, I could tell, He *liked* that stuff. A boyish excitement wouls shine through, my guess is Paul was a mechanical engineer to the core, and even at that young age I realized far form being a "meanie" he was super nice, and a kindred spirit of sorts for a nerdy kid like me who like to build thigns. That Christmas he even gave me a hand written note, on one of those blue graph paper pads all the IBM engineers carried back in the 70s, that read in Paul's iconic engineer print "Good for one free model engine of your choice."

When I took my first college engineering course, physics 1, you better believe it was Paul went to when I had a problem I couldn't figure out. Just like model airplanes, he actually liked physics and math. I had a take home final that year, 20 problems, and of course this is way, way before the Internet was a gleam in Bill Gates' eye. I showed up at Paul's house, book in hand, somewhat desperate, he invited me in, and we set down at his kitchen table and cranked through everyone of those problems for four hours straight. I got an A on the final and an A in the class.

Paul was more than just a neighbor to me, he was a friend, the first adult friend I ever had, and he was a great role model for someone interested in science and engineering.

Condolence: We talked to Paul at some length at the 50th Spartanburg HIgh School reunion in 2010. Enjoyed high school stories,etc.
Please accept our condolences.

Condolence: What a great person who showed all of us what true friendship is supposed to be. One of God's true blessings. He led by setting great examples of fatherhood. He will be truly missed. I will pray for comfort and love for his family and friends. May God Bless, Calvin Chamness