|Veteran broadcaster Alan Milair dies|
Long-time veteran of WSYR Radio and television has died. The family of Alan Milair says the broadcast personality and program host died. His family provided us with this obituary:
Alan Milair, 81, of Syracuse passed away peacefully at Loretto Cunningham on April 21, 2012. Born in Charleston, WV, he spent his boyhood there and Lewiston, PA before moving to Cortland, NY where he started his radio career @ WKRT.
Then moving to Syracuse to work at WSYR where he had a storied 30 year career in Radio and Television. He was an on air personality with many radio shows including “Music just for you” and several classical programs. He created and performed in Monster Movie Matinee which ran for 16 years. He was also a news and weather man as well as a talk show host for many years for WSYR Television. He completed his career as AM/FM Program Manager for WSYR Radio.Throughout his life he sat on several boards, including Onondaga Community College, Onondaga County Co-operative Extension and Crouse Hospital Foundation.
He was also active in local theatre throughout his life. He also enjoyed fishing, family and friends.
He is pre-deceased by his wife, Eloise, of 31 years and Helen Anderson of 14 years, and his Son Erich Milair. He is survived by his Daughter, Shawn Wayson (Martin), Son Dana Milair of Maine and 8 Grandchildren.Calling hours are 4-7pm on Tuesday April 24th at Fairchild and Meech Dewitt Chapel. Memorial service will be held on Wednesday April 25th at 4pm at St. David’s Episcopal Church in Dewitt.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Loretto Cunningham, 7th floor, 700 E. Brighton Ave., Syracuse, NY 13205.
|Last Updated ( Monday, 23 April 2012 20:00 )|
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