Linda Gureasko Yang RIP

From the New York Times:

Linda Yang, Who Offered Advice for Urban Gardeners, Dies at 83

By Penelope Green – May 4, 2020

Ms. Yang grew trees, flowers and herbs on a 19th-floor terrace. She was a contributor to The New York Times from 1979 until 1995.

Linda Yang, a gardening writer and author, died on April 20 at her home in Manhattan. She was 83.

As a gardening columnist for The New York Times, Linda Yang wrote about community gardens, terrace farms and other urban plots.
Credit…Marion Cowings

Her death was confirmed by her son, David Yang, who said the cause was cardiovascular disease.

From a windy terrace on the 19th floor of her Yorkville apartment, Ms. Yang grew trees, flowers and herbs, and taught others to do so with her 1975 book, “The Terrace Gardener’s Handbook.”

In 1979, she began writing about gardening for the Home section of The New York Times, exploring community gardens, terrace farms like her own and other urban plots. She contributed to the section until 1995.

Linda Gureasko was born on Feb. 20, 1937, in Flatbush, Brooklyn. Her father, Edward Gureasko, was an aviation mechanic; her mother, Esther Freden, was a schoolteacher.

In 1960, she married John Yang, an architect and landscape photographer, in Istanbul. The couple had met at the University of Pennsylvania, where both were studying architecture. Ms. Yang worked for the architect Edward Durell Stone before becoming a gardening author.

Besides her son, who is the director of Chamber Music at the University of Pennsylvania, she is survived by a daughter, Naomi Yang, a video director, graphic designer and photographer who was a founder of the ’90s-era indie band Galaxie 500, and two granddaughters. John Yang died in 2009.

Ms. Yang’s readers were devoted to her columns. One, Ken Roman, recalled recently how he would write her regularly with questions, and she always responded, signing her letters with “pots of love.”

One year, as a birthday present to him, Mr. Roman’s wife asked Ms. Yang to come and consult on their roof garden. She agreed, with one caveat: “I won’t jump out of a cake.”

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