Charles W. Hurll, Jr. ’59 died on May 16, 2026, in Madison, New Hampshire.

(The following was provided by the Legacy.com on May 16, 2026:)

Charles Warwick “Rick” Hurll, Jr. ’59

Charles W. “Rick” Hurll died May 16, 2026, after a brief illness, surrounded by his family and a dear friend.

Rick was born August 31, 1937, in New Bedford, Mass. His father, Charles Hurll, Sr., was a high school shop teacher, amateur magician, carpenter, avid collector of stamps, coins, rocks — a jack of all trades and master of many. His mother, Cynthia Huldah Sprague, was a highly skilled classical pianist who sold fur coats at a local department store.

Rick’s passion for sports was a driving force in his life. His family liked to say he was born with a baseball glove on his hand. He idolized Ted Williams and loved to tell the story of a brief conversation he had with Williams concerning a new draft pick while filling his hero’s gas tank. He loved all the Boston teams — the Red Sox, New England Patriots, Celtics, Bruins. He was also an avid fan of UConn women’s basketball.

When Rick was in the 6th grade, his father bought property in Eaton Center, NH, and began building the house that Rick and his wife, Maggie, moved into after he retired from investment banking in 2008.

Rick was proud of saying that he “lived the life of a rich kid” even though his family was “dirt poor.” His father maintained the grounds and property at Camp Wonalancet, and his uncle Holmes designed the camp logo, so Rick spent summers at this “camp for rich kids,” where he won all the athletic competitions and eventually rose to the highest rank of Medicine Man.

While a junior at Kennett High School in Conway, NH, Rick met Margaret “Maggie” Brady. When she was thirteen years old, Maggie, a freshman, was so infatuated with “Ricky Hurll,” she broke out in hives before their first date. By the time Rick matriculated to Bowdoin College, Maggie had eyes only for him. The couple married in 1959 and started bringing three daughters into the world.

From an early age, Rick naturally endeared himself to influential people, who took an active interest in his education and well-being. George Davidson, the principal of Kennett High School and a graduate of Bowdoin College, personally drove Rick to Brunswick, Maine, for an interview at his alma mater, and Rick was accepted. One of his father’s wealthy customers helped pay Rick’s tuition. Another secured a job for him doing laundry on a merchant marine ship. Rick spent the summer between freshman and sophomore years at Bowdoin working in the sweltering bowels of the ship while also exploring exotic ports throughout Europe.

After graduating from Bowdoin, Rick served in the Army, artillery division, from 1959–1962. One of his daughters was born while Rick was stationed in Germany. He was informed of her birth by telegram, two weeks after the fact.

Rick earned an undergraduate degree in economics. He had many odd jobs, including at the gas station where he met his baseball idol, before landing his dream job at the American Institute for Economic Research in Great Barrington, Mass. Over the course of several years, Rick rose through the ranks until he served as one of several vice presidents of the company.

In the years leading up to retirement, Rick worked as a portfolio manager for several financial institutions, including Maine National Bank, Casco Northern, Fleet, and Bank of Boston. Whenever a bank was taken over by another bank, his bosses requested he move with them, and his clients followed.

Rick lived a rich and eventful life, but two things stand out as the richest of all: his lifelong devotion to his wife and daughters and his four years coaching the Twins, a Little League team in Great Barrington, Mass. What started as a ragtag, winless team was transformed under his guidance into state champions. (Shout-out to assistant coach Primo Grossetti.) Rick cherished these memories for the rest of his life, easily remembering the names and positions of every player.

Rick was a genuinely good man — upright, loyal, smart, steady with a solid-gold temperament. He remained mentally sharp and cheerful until the end of his days. His favorite place on earth was home with Maggie in Eaton.

For his daughters, Rick was a rock of support and a wellspring of wisdom, humor, and wit. They still love recounting all the “funny things Daddy did.” In the last five years of his life, Rick managed to transform a physically painful existence with limited mobility into something very sweet. Right up to the end, he genuinely loved his life.

Rick is predeceased by his beloved wife, Margaret Brady Hurll, and his sister Cynthia Estelle Heath. He is survived by his daughters Karen, Susie, and Joanie; his sister Peggy; his son-in-law Michael; his grandchildren David, Katie, John, Sam, David, and Rebekah; his first great-grandson, Xavier; and his nieces and nephews Janet, David, Jenifer, and Sara.