Re: [SACC-L] Ellen's Memorial Service
- Chuck, bless you for sending these wonderful connections to Ellen and her vital life of spirit. I still see her a couple of times a day, smiling and laughing, eye's sparkling.
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From: Chuck & Gail Ellenbaum
To: List SACC-L
Sent: Monday, January 24, 2011 7:42 PM
Subject: [SACC-L] Ellen's Memorial Service
Friends & Colleagues,
Ellen's Memorial Service was last Saturday with both the sanctuary and
the fellowship hall full up with people. Ellen touched many people in
her teaching, dancing, singing, church groups, neighbors, and other
venues. There were several hundred there. I want to share with you a
poem Ellen wrote that was read by her son David and another poem
written by a long-time friend and colleague Freyda Libman.
Here is the address of Ellen's husband: Phil Paul; 19 N. Main St.,
Naperville, IL 60540; >phil_paul60164@...<
Here are the addresses of her sons: Paul Johnson; 2151 Randolph
Ave., St. Paul, MN 55105; >mtbtridad@...< and Dave Johnson; 5716
Tanglewood Dr., Bethesda, MD 20817; >davidcjohnson@....
Ellen's Poem published in Matrix by the Red Herring Press, 1987:
I GIVE YOU OF FLOWERS
Linking heaven and earth
Is a flowing river, A stream of being and becoming
Its conduits are many:
Meditators and prayers\People.
When we join and flow
With the river
As a tree
As a flower.
Our roots descend,
And our faces rise,
Seeking air and sunlight.
We find our center
And expand outward,
Coming into loving communion with
Today I give you
I share with you
And I wish for you
The joy of growing
Of flowing and finding
And the gentleness
Of a flower.
Freyda Libman's Poem (2011)
Margaret Mead of COD,
Danced her worlds beyond the sea,
Hambo, hora, arms enlocked,
Feet alight in Birkenstocks,
Necklaces like jeweled flints,
Skirts in red folkloric prints,
Amber bracelets, turquoise rings
Mayan music, Asia sings.
Eyes of Cornish blue, that Courtenay gaze
Passion flared in every phrase,
All the years I taught with you
Every class encultured new.
As scholars, teachers, always friends
Our classroom rich with worlds to mend,
Matriarch of text and tale
Every day your word regaled.
Your students loved your mind so vast
Unvanquished by the years' repast
To beckon, challenge, prod and dream
To call and hearken, stir and stream.
We held our heartbreak, laced our joy
In laughter bold and sans alloy,
We learned the length of women's words
Fiercely silenced, seldom heard.
We shared in whispers, pain withheld
From others, seldom voiced, unsaid.
Trust uncensored chapters closed
Our kinship born of years untold.
I wept to hear your life unfurled
Your time unhinged, your breath uncurled,
On eagle's wing you flew away
You left this life as travelers may.
Across the channel all will cross,
Canoe adrift on silvery moss
You chide us not to mourn adrift
But dance once more in moonless mist.
When Ellen had her stroke on the plane here were several doctors and
nurses who tended her until the plane landed in Siberia. She was
immediately taken to the hospital and given prompt medical attention.
Her son Paul was able to get to Siberia and be with Ellen. She never
regained consciousness. Paul said many people took him into their
hearts and compassion from getting a visa and passport in less than a
day and getting a flight. People in Siberia cared for him as well.
It was a very moving memorial service. I will run off copies of her
poem and the memorial service booklet for people to have at the SACC
meeting in April.
Chuck Ellenbaum ><>+
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