Parkside Press   July 20, 2012 


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Remembering July 20th. 1969


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Since that date in our history, many have passed from our sight. And yet, here in our time we can remember and share our memories with those who are younger and eager to learn. And again, we continue to see new and exciting moments before we make our transition into the distance – somewhere in time.

A poem found in one of Loraine Boettner’s books



I am standing upon the seashore. 
      A ship at my side spreads her white 
      sails to the morning breeze and starts 
      for the blue ocean. 
      She is an object of beauty and strength. 
      I stand and watch her until at length 
      she hangs like a speck of white cloud 
      just where the sea and sky come 
      to mingle with each other. 
      Then, someone at my side says; 
      "There, she is gone!" 
      "Gone where?"


Gone from my sight. That is all. 
      She is just as large in mast and hull 
      and spar as she was when she left my side 
      and she is just as able to bear her 
      load of living freight to her destined port. 
      Her diminished size is in me, not in her. 
      And just at the moment when someone 
      at my side says, "There, she is gone!" 
      There are other eyes watching her coming, 
      and other voices ready to take up the glad shout; 
      "Here she comes!"

     And that is dying.



Attributed to Henry Van Dyke      (1852 - 1933)