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gathered at Rock Creek Cemetery on July 13, 2013. The piper met us and piped us to the grave where Lawrence's ashes were to rest. We said some words, and wept for Lawrence's passing away from us. |
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gathered at Rock Creek Cemetery on July 13, 2013. The piper met us and piped us to the grave where Lawrence's ashes were to rest. We said some words, and wept for Lawrence's passing away from us. |
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The piper played as we gathered at the cemetery |
What Hope Said |
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Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Quiet consummation have; And renownéd be thy grave! |
The Piper Led us to the Grave |
Paul's Bicycle Poem |
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I ride through time, Stretching it out with surreal distortion, I ride for freedom, I am immortal, freedom from the fear of death, I push myself to the limit of my mortal frame, then transcend that human pain, enter into that fourth dimension. My wheels no longer touch the ground, they’re floating on passionate effort, a whole hearted singleminded effort, the rhythm of a perfect circle, a pulsing rhythm that rises above the worlds woes. Movement brings freedom. Unfettered yet fitting in perfectly, unconventionally conventional, an independent form of movement. I know exactly how far I have traveled, I can feel how far I have moved. Allow the spirit of your surroundings feed your movement, the harder I push the more I merge with my surroundings, my aim is to reach that point of effortless movement, turbo boosted blood pumping round my muscles, my spirit is one with my body, brain, muscles and spirit in total harmony, producing a pure singleminded effort, human body, trees, mountains rivers, spirits and bike. |
We Spoke some Words |
Joy's Walt Whitman Quote |
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This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. |
Daniel quoted Emily Dickinson |
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Jenny quoted Mark Twain's poem to his daughter |
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I never lost so much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a begger Before the throne of God! Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Burglar, banker, father, I am poor once more! |
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Warm summer sun, shine brightly here, Warm Southern wind, blow softly here, Green sod above, lie light, lie light, Good night, dear heart; good night, good night. |
 Lawrence's Memorial Page |
 Remembrances of Lawrence |
 Lawrence's own page |
 Family Memorial page |