the assorted works of G. H. Spaulding

                               

   

In Memoriam

 

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Entries for Bill Hendrix, Phil Tague, BG Williams, Ted Kuhlman, Ben Colkitt, Bentley Snider, Ed Lange, Dave Sneary, John Foster, Bob Mock, Dan Tauriello, Vic Buettell,  Lynn Tate, Bill Axton, Rex Cox and Terry Johnson will be posted soon.

 

Condolences to Tom Moss on the passing

of his beloved wife Margie on January 16, 2006

and to Bill Myers on the passing

 of his sweetheart Louise on April 14, 2007.

 

 

To our departed brother, Carl R. "Bob" Swartz, who took his final flight on 24 September, 2005.

 

 

 

To our departed brother Donald Ashbrook who took his last flight in June 2005. No photo, no other details available.

 

To our departed brother, Bolling H. "Rod" Rawlinson, who took his final flight on 30 May 2005.   

 

 

 

To our departed brother, Bill Skinner, past Flight 18 Flight Captain, who took his final flight on 17 April 2005.

 

 

To our departed friend, Flight Associate Noel A. Bullock, who took his final flight on 1 February 2005.

 

 

To our departed brother James M. Forbes, who took his final flight on 10 January 2005. 

 

 

 

To our departed brother Robert T. Akers, who took his last flight on 28 August 2004.

 

 

 

To our departed brother Lyall de la Mater, who took his final flight the night of 24/25 May 2004.

 

 

 

To our departed brother Byrd Ryland, who took his final flight on 12 May 2004.

 

 

 

To our departed brother Charlie Cox, who took his final flight on 29 Feb 2004.

 

 

 

To our departed brother John Cannon, who took his final flight on 23 Dec 2003. Regrettably, we did not learn of his death until recently. 

(No photo available)

 

Condolences to Bill Bower on the recent loss of his loving wife Lorraine.

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Iím Not There

By

Robert Hepburn

 

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

 

When you awake

in the morningís hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight,

I am the soft stars

that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

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A poem by

Bishop Brent
1862 - 1926
 
I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says:
"She is gone."
 
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her.
 
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes"
- and that is dying.  A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.
 
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