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   With our brother's passing, we feel we have lost a great soul, a mahatma, as our cousin Kayti called him. He was larger than life, in physical presence (6' 8”) and in all that he encompassed. He would regularly crack us up with his quirky off-beat sense of humor (his nephew Rob called him Funky Unk), and the stories he endlessly regaled us with... A great intellect, knowledgable, always curious and questioning, bringing us into stirringly deep conversations… He was a natural teacher— kids adored him, lifelong-learners gravitated to his sold-out courses on the 'History of Jazz' and 'American Myth and Western Movies.’  Also, one might say, strong willed and principled— he might tick you off or earn your deeper respect (or both at the same time). Forbes had a profusion of talents— he was a natural musician (drums and flute— or anything he picked up, for that matter, like spoons), a natural athlete—ice hockey (HS team— how he got his chin scar), rowing (HS & college teams), skiing (slalom water skier, ski patrol in Squaw Valley), sailing (his dream was to sail single-handed to Bermuda), golf (well, that may have been his lifelong vexation), and dancing— we heard that he and Marilyn could really cut a rug-- even winning a jitterbug contest! In work, he excelled in sales, an early advocate of everything environmentally friendly. He started his own construction company (VAL) with two friends, built his own sustainable house, helped design the NH Audubon headquarters, established Sustainable Building Systems to promote sustainable building practices. He was instrumental in protecting land, especially around Willard Pond (where he lived in the 70’s as, yes, a hippy) -- now the largest NH Audubon Sanctuary, due largely to Forbes’s tireless perseverance and dedication. Nature was his touchstone… whether forest, pond, or the sea… Above all, Forbes had the most kind, caring and generous heart… And he gave his heart to Marilyn, his partner for over thirty years. As their friend Carlos McCrary said: "A beautiful classy lady meeting a handsome distinguished gentleman made the perfect partnership in life.” And it broke irreparably when she passed away a year ago (Nov 4th). We envision him now re-united with his beloved Marilyn and dancing up a storm...                                                                                                             *********************************************************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               We set up this site for family and friends to contribute anything that you would like to share-- how you know/are related to Forbes, any stories and photos, additions to the various chapters in his life, whatever is meaningful to you— tributes, poems, quotes etc. Please feel free to keep adding as you think of things. This memorial will stay up indefinitely so that we all can drink from the spring of memories when needed. We look forward to hearing from you. Note: Forbes states (typically) in his will that, as for a memorial service, he sees "no sense in wasting a good afternoon." "Celebrate my life @ the Hancock Inn (NH) with a drink! Maybe a couple!!"                                                           
Daphne Leland Borden and Lysa Leland (Forbes's two sisters)
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April 23
April 23
The listening body is like a plant. Its roots grow down into the smallest cavities of our inwardly felt body. The listening body can send out subtle tendrils of intent to touch the other inwardly. And when we truly listen, it opens leaves that breathe in and absorb the embodied presence of the other, drawing out their inner light and warmth of soul.

~ Peter Wilberg
April 16
April 16
I said once, and I think this is true,
the world did not have to be beautiful to work.
But it is. What does that mean?

***

What would the world be like without music or rivers
or the green and tender grass?
What would this world be like without dogs?

***

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.

~ Mary Oliver
April 15
April 15
I have a dream this afternoon that the brotherhood of man will become a reality in this day. And with this faith, I will go out and carve a tunnel of hope through the mountain of despair. With this faith, I will go out with you and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows.

~ Martin Luther King Jr.
April 13
April 13
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colors;
let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

~ Khalil Gibran -
April 10
April 10
High Flight was a favorite too of Bob Bryan's. And of Charles (Chuck) Alling, (QLF's) Beth Alling's father, and Lead B-17 Pilot in the 8th Air Force, WW II. Thank you for including.....
April 9
April 9
HIGH FLIGHT

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

~ John Magee Jr

A favorite of our father's (a TWA captain)
resembling Forbes' favorite quote
about sailing by Eugene O'Neil.

Forbes wrote: "Eugene O’Neill eloquently expressed my passion for sailing."

“I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself—actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself!”
April 7
April 7
Excerpt from a letter Thich Nhat Hanh wrote to Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., June 1, 1965:

[The] enemies are not man. They are intolerance, fanaticism, dictatorship, cupidity, hatred, and discrimination which lie within the heart of man. I also believe with all my being that the struggle for equality and freedom you lead in Birmingham, Alabama, is not really aimed at the whites but only at intolerance, hatred, and discrimination. These are real enemies of man-- not man himself. In our unfortunate fatherland we are trying to plead desperately: do not kill man, even in man's name. Please kill the real enemies of man which are present everywhere, in our very hearts and minds.
April 5
April 5
We were never promised any of it — this world of cottonwoods and clouds — when the Big Bang set the possible in motion. And yet here we are, atoms with consciousness, each of us a living improbability forged of chaos and dead stars. Children of chance, we have made ourselves into what we are — creatures who can see a universe of beauty in the feather of a bird and can turn a blind eye to each other’s suffering, creatures capable of the Benedictus and the bomb. Creatures who hope.

~ Maria Popova
April 5
April 5
HOMO SAPIENS: CREATING THEMSELVES

Formed in the black-light center of a star-circling
galaxy; formed in whirlpool images of froth
and flume and fulcrum; in the center image of herring
circling like pieces of silver swirling fast, a shoaling
circle of deception; in the whirlpool perfume of sex
in the deepest curve of a lily’s soft corolla. Created
within the images of the creator’s creation.

Born with the same grimacing wrench of a tree-covered
cliff split wide suddenly by lightning and opened
to thundering clouds of hail and rain.

Cured in the summer sun as if in a potter’s oven,
polished like a stone rolled by a river, emboldened
by the image of the expanse beyond earth’s horizon,
inside and outside a circumference in the image
of freedom.

Given the image of starlight clusters steadily silent
above a hillside-silence of fallen snow… let there be sleep.

II.

Inheriting from the earth’s scrambling minions,
images of thorn and bur, fang and claw, stealth,
deceit, poison, camouflage, blade, and blood…
let there be suffering, let there be survival.

Shaped by the image of the onset and unstoppable
devouring eclipse of the sun, the tempestuous, ecliptic
eating of the moon, the volcanic explosions of burning
rocks and fiery hail of ashes to death… let there be
terror and tears. Let there be pity.

Created in the image of fear inside a crawfish
skittering backward through a freshwater stream
with all eight appendages in perfect coordination,
both pincers held high, backing into safety beneath
a fallen leaf refuge… let there be home.

III.

Made in the image of the moon, where else
would the name of ivory rock craters shine
except in our eyes… let there be language.

Displayed in the image of the rotting seed
on the same stem with the swelling blossom…
let there be hope.

Homo sapiens creating themselves after the manner
and image of the creator’s ongoing creation — slowly,
eventual, alert and imagined, composing, dissembling,
until the right chord sounds from one brave strum
of the right strings reverberating, fading away
like evening… let there be pathos, let there be
compassion, forbearance, forgiveness. Let there be
weightless beauty.

Of earth and sky, Homo sapiens creating themselves,
following the mode and model of the creator’s creation,
particle by particle, quest by quest, witness by witness,
even though the unknown far away and the unknown
nearby be seen and not seen… let there be goodwill
and accounting, let there be praise resounding.

~Pattiann Rogers

March 29
March 29
Nature is ever at work building and pulling down,
creating and destroying,
keeping everything whirling and flowing,
allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion,
chasing everything in endless song
out of one beautiful form into another.

~ John Muir
March 29
March 29
The rivers flow not past, but through us,
thrilling, tingling, vibrating
every fiber and cell of our bodies,
making them glide and sing.

~ John Muir
March 29
March 29
Come to the woods; for here is rest.
There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.

~John Muir
March 29
March 29
When one tugs at a single thing in nature,
he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

~ John Muir
March 29
March 29
We have the best government that money can buy.
~ Mark Twain
March 22
March 22
Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

~ John Muir
March 21
March 21
Our task must be to free ourselves from our prison
by widening our circle of compassion
to embrace all humanity
and the whole of nature
in its beauty.

~Albert Einstein
March 21
March 21
The world is not to be put in order.
The world is in order.
It is for us to put ourselves
in unison with this order.

~ Henry Miller
March 21
March 21
It's better to be an optimist who is sometimes wrong
than a pessimist who is always right

~ Mark Twain
March 21
March 21
Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly,
Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably
And never regret ANYTHING That makes you smile.

~Mark Twain
March 21
March 21
Wonder is the feeling of a philosopher,
and philosophy begins in wonder.

~ Socrates
March 12
March 12
There is no greatness where there is not
simplicity, goodness and truth.

~ Leo Tolstoy
March 5
March 5
My dear, In the midst of hate,
I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter,
I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that
no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me,
there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
Truly yours, Albert Camus
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Man is the only creature
who refuses to be what he is.
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The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance,
and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence,
if they lack understanding.
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Life is a sum of all your choices.
So, what are you doing today?

~ Albert Camus
March 3
March 3
Now there’s a man with an open mind —
you can feel the breeze from here.

~ Groucho Marx
March 3
March 3
If we are always arriving and departing,
it is also true that we are eternally anchored.
One’s destination is never a place
but rather a new way of looking at things.

~ Henry Miller (1891—1980)
March 1
March 1
A beautiful March 1st. Spring will come. Thinking of Willard Pond…..and one cannot do that without thinking of Forbes.
March 1
March 1
We are slowed down sound and light waves,
a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos.
We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments
and our bodies are the instruments
through which our souls play their music.

~ Albert Einstein
February 29
February 29
I have no special talents.
I am only passionately curious.

~Albert Einstein
February 29
February 29
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.

~Kahlil Gibran
February 12
February 12
Ode to Dirt

Dear dirt, I am sorry I slighted you,
I thought that you were only the background
for the leading characters—the plants
and animals and human animals.
It’s as if I had loved only the stars
and not the sky which gave them space
in which to shine. Subtle, various,
sensitive, you are the skin of our terrain,
you’re our democracy. When I understood
I had never honored you as a living
equal, I was ashamed of myself,
as if I had not recognized
a character who looked so different from me,
but now I can see us all, made of the
same basic materials—
cousins of that first exploding from nothing—
in our intricate equation together. O dirt,
help us find ways to serve your life,
you who have brought us forth, and fed us,
and who at the end will take us in
and rotate with us, and wobble, and orbit.

~ Sharon Olds, from Odes
February 11
February 11
I didn't fall in love.
I rose in it.

~ Toni Morrison
February 7
February 7
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.
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If we set aside time each day
to be in a peaceful environment,
to walk in nature,
or even just to look at a flower or the sky,
then that beauty will penetrate us
and feed our love and our joy.
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Every day we are engaged in a miracle …
a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves,
the black, curious eyes of a child —
our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
February 6
February 6
This is our mission:
To cast a ray of light
and pass it on.

~ Maria Montessori
February 5
February 5
Forbes sent this email to me on 10/30/20 (and over 20 after that-- about politics, dreams, economics etc (eg: "The stock market is ruled by 2 passions; greed & fear. Is this the lot of humankind?"). This one about Nature (our common passion...)

Hi Lys,
As always, a good conversation.
Did you, by any chance, read an article by Jason Bittel titled
"Pod matriarchs critical to orca youths"? The article was in the Wash Post Dec. 15, 2019. I cut out articles from Post and other sources everyday and needless to say they have stacked up. So now I am separating the wheat from the chaff.
 Anyway moving along, in the Salish Sea off Seattle & Vancouver lives Shachi, an orca. Shachi's presence is critical to the success of the Pod's younger members. But Shachi is not just the matriarch but a grandmother as well. Shachi gave birth in 2005 to a female Eclipse who a decade later gave birth to male named Nova.
 At the same time that Nova was born, the Chinook salmon was in decline due to pollution, overfishing and other negative man made reasons (read greed). How did Nova survive? Credit must go to Granny Shachi, who stayed by Nova when his mother was foraging. She was, in fact, in a caregiving role and was instrumental in Nova's survival . The article explores other evolutionary roles of granny orcas.
 Not to anthropomorphize but a female in Shachi's pod, Tahlequah displayed mourning the loss of her calf by carrying the body around for 17 days. 
 A pet peeve. I intensely dislike the term "killer whale." The correct name is orca!!
stay well
love
January 26
January 26
We are slowed down sound and light waves,
a walking bundle of frequencies
tuned into the cosmos.
We are souls dressed up
in sacred biochemical garments
and our bodies are the instruments
through which our souls play their music.

~ Albert Einstein
January 20
January 20
If we have no peace
it is because we have forgotten
that we belong to each other.

~ Mother Teresa
January 17
January 17
GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat—give me serene-moving animals,
teaching content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west
of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers,
where I can walk undisturb'd;

Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again,
O Nature, your primal sanities!

~Walt Whitman
January 16
January 16
The miracle is not to walk on water.
The miracle is to walk on the green earth
in the present moment,
to appreciate the peace and beauty
that are available now.

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
January 16
January 16
The way you alchemize
a soulless world
into a sacred world
is by treating everyone
as if they are sacred
until the sacred in them
remembers.

~ Sarah Durham Wilson
January 16
January 16
“Of all the paths you take in life,
make sure a few of them are dirt.”

~ John Muir
January 9
January 9
The meaning I picked,
the one that changed my life:
Overcome fear,
behold wonder.

~ Richard Bach
January 7
January 7
The previous quote reminded me of our grandmother's quote in the Vogue article (They Think I'm Mad...)-- see under "LIFE"

"To have known passionate love and be separated from it by death is heartbreaking. But real love cannot be broken nor can death cancel it. After you have become one with eternal love, life needs no longer be lonely. My friend, you are still young. Love vehemently, with all your heart and soul. Love is all that life really is."

~ Elsa Tudor de Pierrefeu
December 29, 2023
December 29, 2023
Life is short,
And we do not have much time
to gladden the hearts of those
who make the journey with us.
So… be swift to love,
and make haste to be kind.

~ Henri Frederic Amiel (1821-1881)
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Forbes email:

 ”Anxiety is living life in a minor key with major concerns.“
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Beginning of Covid Isolation... 3.22.20
Forbes's email:

I went out for basic staples yesterday............Tito's vodka & L'orange vodka that I put a dollop in Nantucket Nectars/mango orange as my nightcap.
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Email from Forbes 3.20.20

Friends are flowers in life's garden
~Kakuzo Okakura
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Email to Forbes 12.14.19

Though there are torturers in the world
There are also musicians.
Though, at this moment,
Men are screaming in prisons,
There are jazzmen raising storms
Of sensuous celebration,
And orchestras releasing
Glories of the Spirit.

Though the image of God
Is everywhere defiled,
A man in West Clare
Is playing the concertina,
The Sistine Choir is levitating
Under the dome of St. Peter?s,
And a drunk man on the road
Is singing, for no reason.

~Michael Coady

His response: It's the Cain & Abel in all of us
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Email to me from Forbes, 12.23.19

Thanks for Zen.
I wanted a perfect ending....... Now I've learned,
the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme,
and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Life is about not knowing,
having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity....
~Gilda Radner
December 28, 2023
December 28, 2023
Life is like music for its own sake.
We are living in an eternal now,
and when we listen to music
we are not listening to the past,
we are not listening to the future,
we are listening to the expanded
present.

~Alan Watts
December 25, 2023
December 25, 2023
I send out thoughts of love and peace
and healing to the whole universe:
to all trees and plants and growing things,
to all beasts and birds and fishes,
and to every man, woman and child on Earth,
without any distinction.

~Emmet Fox
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April 23
April 23
The listening body is like a plant. Its roots grow down into the smallest cavities of our inwardly felt body. The listening body can send out subtle tendrils of intent to touch the other inwardly. And when we truly listen, it opens leaves that breathe in and absorb the embodied presence of the other, drawing out their inner light and warmth of soul.

~ Peter Wilberg
April 16
April 16
I said once, and I think this is true,
the world did not have to be beautiful to work.
But it is. What does that mean?

***

What would the world be like without music or rivers
or the green and tender grass?
What would this world be like without dogs?

***

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.

~ Mary Oliver
April 15
April 15
I have a dream this afternoon that the brotherhood of man will become a reality in this day. And with this faith, I will go out and carve a tunnel of hope through the mountain of despair. With this faith, I will go out with you and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows.

~ Martin Luther King Jr.
His Life

History of Antrim, NH Area

January 17
For those living near or are familiar with Willard Pond, Antrim, NH, the report that Forbes requested (see previous entry) provides an interesting history of the area. [Note: Willard Pond is where Forbes lived in his commune in the mid 70's.]                      This is the intro:

      The Contoocook Valley was first explored by Europeans in the early 18th century. Although the land was considered valuable, the possibilities of settlement were hampered by conflict with local Indian tribes and a lack of roads and nearby fortified settlements. The first Euroamerican attempt at settling Antrim came in 1744 when Scots-Irish immigrant Philip Riley built a home in the northeast corner of town. He was joined shortly after by three or four neighbors. Anxieties over cultural tensions proved warranted when a nearby Indian attack caused the settlers to flee in 1746. The conclusion of the French and Indian War, however, put most of danger to rest, and Philip Riley returned to his overgrown cabin in 1761. By 1766, other settlers began building farms in the area and the town started to grow gradually (Hurd 1885:253).

The first sawmill was built by John Warren on the North Branch River in 1776 (Hurd 1885:255. Since there was no existing infrastructure, sawmills were an immediate need as they allowed for the construction of framed houses, barns, outbuildings, tools, and other necessities without forcing the settlers to travel to Hillsborough, Peterborough, or New Boston for their needs. The first gristmill, built by James Moore, followed in 1777 to accommodate grain processing for the newly established farms (Hurd 1885:255).

The town was incorporated in March 1777, and town meetings began in May of the same year. The town was named for Antrim, Northern Ireland where many of the first settlers had ancestral ties (Hurd 1885:254, 255).

As the town continued to grow, a number of saw, grist, and cloth mills were built to accommodate the subsistence needs of the early settlers. By the early 19th century, however, the mills were beginning to turn out products for commercial interests instead of subsistence needs. In 1823, just two years before the Hatch Sawmill was built, the town had two taverns, two stores, seven sawmills, six gristmills, two cloth mills, two carding mills for processing wool, a bark mill to make chemicals for tanning, and three tanneries (Moore 1823:55).

Antrim was somewhat different than other New Hampshire towns because it was not a source for the ubiquitous white pine found elsewhere in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. The most common tree types in Antrim at the time were sugar maple, black, white, and yellow birch, white and swamp ash, red oak, hemlock, and spruce. Elms were available in large quantities in some parts of town, but it was not a source for butternut, walnut, or chestnut. (Moore 1823:73). Access to exotics and hardwoods gave local sawmills an advantage in producing finished goods like the Hatch sawmill did at various points in time.

With a growing economy promising profit on the horizon, it is no surprise that David Low decided to invest in mills when he did. New advances in technology along with available capital led to larger, more complex mill sites in the mid-19th century. Although textile mills dominated the economies of many southern New Hampshire towns, b Antrim and Hancock found success with other types of mills. By 1875, they had an established manufacturing base. Over $25,000 worth of silk was produced per year in Antrim, along with 100,000 apple-parers, 500 hand seed sowers, and 300 horse seed sowers valued at $100,000. Among the other items manufactured were cribs, cradles, bedsteads, window shades, paste board boxes, and leather goods. Sawmills were still productive, producing 200,000 shingles and 600,000 board feet of lumber. The total annual value of manufactured goods was $211,300 (Fogg, 1875:56).



History of he Hatch Mill, Willard Pond, NH

January 17
Historical Context and History of the Hatch Mill
By Matthew Labbe, M.A., and Robert G. Goodby, Ph.D.                                              Monadnock Archeological Consulting                                                                                         April 2020
Dedication: In memory of Elsa Tudor dePierrefeu and Delia "Didi" Daniels. Special thanks to the Monadnock Center for History and Culture.                                           
Abstract: At the request of Forbes Leland, an archaeological study was conducted at the Hatch Mill site (27HB0509) on Willard Pond in Antrim, New Hampshire. The goal of this study was to provide a preliminary assessment of the archaeological integrity and historic significance of the site through archival research, a summary of the site’s historic context, mapping, and test pit excavation. This study determined that the Hatch Mill site is an unusually intact early-mid-19th century mill site with a well-documented history, but that there are minimal sub-surface archaeological remains associated with the mill structures.                                                                               
The Hatch Mill [the 509th site recorded in Hillsborough County, NH] is structurally an incredible example of a small commercial saw and turning mill from the early 19th century.
___________________________________________________________________                                  Forbes wanted to develop a virtual tour of the mill as well as an architectural 3D animation of how the Hatch Mill might have looked in 1825.

MYTH AND AMERICAN CHARACTER

August 22, 2021
Forbes was always delving deeply into philosophy and the meaning and purpose of life. For years he was involved in seminars at St. John’s College, Annapolis which focuses on reading the works of history’s great (Western) thinkers. After Marilyn died, he told me that he was thinking of moving to Santa Fe. He would not give a reason, but I now believe he may have wanted to be near St. John’s western campus, oriented to Eastern philosophy and the natural world. Forbes taught American Myth and Western Movies at Anne Arundel Community College with long waiting lists. The following might have been his notes from perhaps the last class.

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Myth and American Character

President Kennedy eloquently expressed the relevancy of myth. "The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie–- deliberate, contrived and dishonest— but the myth–- persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.” “We must combat our desire to mythologize our history and our leaders, while retaining our belief in the qualities and ideals those myths often reflect.” [Note: this latter quote is from Stan McChrystal, not JFK.]

In order to define the American character and its values more clearly, it is important to understand the function of myth. Joseph Campbell explains in Hero with 1000 Faces that “myth is the secret opening through which the inexhaustible energies of the cosmos pour into human cultural manifestation.”

The metaphysical function of myth is awakening the sense of one[self] before the mystery of being.

The cosmological function is the shape of the universe.

The sociological function is to validate and support the existing social order.

The pedagogical function is to guide the individual through the stages of life.

In the first session of"American Myth and Western Movies,” we followed a modified version of the classic stages of the universal mythic adventure and understood the singleness of the human spirit in its aspirations, powers, vicissitudes and wisdom as expressed in Joseph Campbell's Hero with 1000 Faces.

This modified version was necessary to correlate with Christopher Vogler’s “The Hero's Journey: Twelve-Stage Adventure for the Hero” and is understood in the roles of Marshall Will Kane in High Noon and Sheriff John T Chance in Rio bravo.

The purpose of this course, American Myth and Western Movies, is to highlight and illuminate some of the complexities of American culture, politics and historical perspective through the "Heroes Journey.” Richard Slotkin, who has written extensively about the myth of the western frontier, defines myth as "a set of narratives that acquire through specifiable historical action a significant ideological charge.” Structural anthropologists claimed that all cultural myths are structured according to binary pairs of opposite terms which tend to work reducing conflicts, equivalent of white and black hats.

It is said that the Western Frontier, the myth and reality, defines the American character. It is thought that the American character incorporates fundamental values which are, in part, sound moral principle, uprightness, honesty, sincerity, and respect for human dignity. The American character also incorporates instrumental values which are courage, independence and determination. 

Is it still important to embrace aspects of the Old West’s central myth as seen through the western movie genre of rugged individualism, American exceptionalism and frontier violence? Or is it a myth to be discarded in a culture which has evolved into a reality of “E Pluribus Unum,” a society which favors tolerance, diversity and pluralism and is a model for multi-ethnic, multicultural, multi-religious and polyglot identity in the world?

Thomas Merton eloquently expressed the wisdom: "You don't need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith, and (AFL: the slender thread of) hope.” In some way, in some form, each of us is on the hero’s journey.

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Rin Tin Tin

April 21
Email from Forbes on Oct 24th:                                                                                  

Sending pics of my rescue dog, Rin Tin Tin. Found scrap metal Rinty in the dumpster. No piddle walks in the rain or snow.  No buying dog food. Perfect pooch. [Does it wag its tail, I ask?]  With difficulty.  Clanks a lot.  He recently said he would like to bring Rinty along on a walk with a friend but only if it wasn't raining because he didn't want his dog to suffer from "rust."  

There is a photo of Rinty in the snow in the photo gallery. (He is now with me :)  With the most beguiling blue eyes...

Glass Model Ship

April 2
My brother had always been close to our grandmother, Josephine Forbes. Like him, she had a great sense of humor. When he was at BU (Boston University) and living in Cambridge, they would often go to the afternoon symphony together. Even after she got dementia, he would regularly visit her, brightening her day. As I mentioned elsewhere, he told of a time when the radio was playing a Straus waltz and he coaxed her out of bed to dance with him. She was in heaven...

After our grandmother died, Forbes was asked if he would like anything in the house to remember her and our grandfather by. He chose two objects, both model boats found in a back room. (Our grandfather was an ardent collector of model ships, now at MIT.) One was a miniature ship which he donated to the Annapolis Maritime Museum (more on that later). The other was a ship made out of glass, including the rigging. He kept it, forlorn & forgotten, in his room in our parent's house until we sold it in the early 2000's. By that time, this noble ship had deteriorated through time, becoming unglued and a wreck of fallen glass... 

Forbes took the glass boat to an assessor in NH. Clearly it was priceless. He ended up donating it to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston where it was meticulously restored and now on display with one other glass boat (by the same designer). I cannot imagine the painstaking effort it took to put it back together again. My brother always liked to describe the tiny glass crew-- which (under magnifying glass) turned out to be anatomically correct!

SHIP MODEL: C. Andrews, about 1844, France.
Water line model, not to scale, of the C. Andrews; sails and rigging are of glass; on inlaid stand with small button feet; enclosed in bell glass. (16 3/4 x 16 3/8 x 7 3/4 in) Although the exact date and history of this merchant ship has not yet been discovered, all aspects of the model indicate that it was made by the same shop and at virtually the same date as the model of "Henry Newell," displayed nearby.This is a photo of the companion glass ship at the MFA. 

https://collections.mfa.org/objects/475527

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December 17, 2022
My sister has been going through old boxes of photos and has found a few new ones of Forbes. This one was taken at her house in VT, mid 70's?, hanging around what I initially thought was a cooler-- then noticed Daphne was carrying a box of dishwashing powder!

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