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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)
December 17, 2023
December 17, 2023
I believe in the forest,
and in the meadow,
and in the night
in which the corn grows.

~Henry David Thoreau
November 27, 2023
November 27, 2023
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.

~ Albert Einstein
November 27, 2023
November 27, 2023
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth
find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

~Rachel Carson
November 27, 2023
November 27, 2023
Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.

~Martin Luther King Jr.
November 20, 2023
November 20, 2023
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought;
and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
~ G.K. Chesterton

We have this one life to appreciate
the grand design of the universe.
And for that, I am extremely grateful.
~Stephen Hawking

If the only prayer you ever say
in your entire life is thank you,
it will be enough.
~Meister Eckhart

Wear gratitude like a cloak
and it will feed every corner of your life.
~Rumi

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart,
it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
~A. A. Milne

Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.
~Thich Nhat Hanh
November 15, 2023
November 15, 2023
We must be willing to let go
of the life we’ve planned,
so as to have the life
that is waiting for us.

~Joseph Campbell
November 14, 2023
November 14, 2023
Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.

~ Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
November 14, 2023
November 14, 2023
Blunt the sharpness,
resolve the tangles,
settle the dust.

~Tao Te Ching -
November 12, 2023
November 12, 2023
“The laws of Congress and the laws of physics
have grown increasingly divergent,
and the laws of physics are not likely to yield.”
~Bill McKibben
November 12, 2023
November 12, 2023
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth?
Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?
~ Henry David Thoreau
November 12, 2023
November 12, 2023
... 
   Therefore am I still
   A lover of the meadows and the woods,
   And mountains; and of all that we behold
   From this green earth; of all the mighty world
   Of eye and ear, — both what they half-create,
   And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
   In nature and the language of the sense,
   The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
   The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
   Of all my moral being.

~ William Wordsworth
November 12, 2023
November 12, 2023
The Bluebird
A winged bit of Indian sky
Strayed hither from its home on high.

~Alexander Posey (1873 – 1908) Muscogee Creek poet
November 7, 2023
November 7, 2023
A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
----
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~Maya Angelou
November 5, 2023
November 5, 2023
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
November 5, 2023
November 5, 2023
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
November 5, 2023
November 5, 2023
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.

When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky

Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.

~Mark Strand
November 4, 2023
November 4, 2023
The very act of understanding is a celebration
of joining, merging, even if on a modest scale,
with the magnificence of the cosmos.
When we recognize our place
in an immensity of light-years
and in the passage of ages,
when we grasp the intricacy,
beauty, and subtlety of life,
then that soaring feeling,
that sense of elation
and humility combined,
is surely spiritual.

~ Carl Sagan
November 3, 2023
November 3, 2023
When the power of love
overcomes the love of power
the world will know peace.
~Jimi Hendrix

Peace cannot be kept by force.
It can only be achieved by understanding.
~Albert Einstein
October 31, 2023
October 31, 2023
Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
~Walt Whitman
October 31, 2023
October 31, 2023
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald

As long as autumn lasts,
I shall not have hands,
canvas and colors enough
to paint the beautiful things I see.
~Vincent Van Gogh
October 31, 2023
October 31, 2023
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
~ Marcel Proust
October 29, 2023
October 29, 2023
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today... Aha-ah...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

~ John Lennon
October 26, 2023
October 26, 2023
“And into the forest I go,
to lose my mind
and find my soul”

~ John Muir
October 23, 2023
October 23, 2023
“Teach the children.
We don't matter so much, but the children do.
Show them daisies and the pale hepatica.
Teach them the taste of sassafras and wintergreen.
The lives of the blue sailors, mallow, sunbursts, the moccasin flowers.
And the frisky ones – inkberry, lamb's-quarters, blueberries.
And the aromatic ones – rosemary, oregano.
Give them peppermint to put in their pockets as they go to school.
Give them the fields and the woods
and the possibility of the world salvaged from the lords of profit.
Stand them in the stream, head them upstream,
rejoice as they learn to love this space they live in,
its sticks and leaves and then the silent, beautiful blossoms.
Attention is the beginning of devotion.”
~Mary Oliver
October 23, 2023
October 23, 2023
If we had better hearing,
and could discern the descants of sea birds,
the rhythmic tympani of schools of mollusks,
or even the distant harmonics of midges
hanging over meadows in the sun,
the combined sound might lift us off our feet.
~Lewis Thomas
October 21, 2023
October 21, 2023
Colors are the smiles of nature.
~Leigh Hunt

If one truly loves nature
one finds beauty everywhere.
~Vincent Van Gogh

In all things of nature
there is something of the marvelous.
~Aristotle

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields
has power to move you,
if the simple things of nature have a message
that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive.
~Eleanora Duse

I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful--
an endless prospect of magic and wonder.
~Ansel Adams

In nature we never see anything isolated,
but everything in connection with something else
which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

It seems to me that the natural world
is the greatest source of excitement;
the greatest source of visual beauty;
the greatest source of intellectual interest.
It is the greatest source of so much in life
that makes life worth living.
~David Attenborough

If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity,
to the small things hardly noticeable,
those things can unexpectedly become
great and immeasurable.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

To the attentive eye,
each moment of the year has its own beauty,
and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour,
a picture which was never seen before,
and which shall never be seen again.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson



October 12, 2023
October 12, 2023
“I once asked a bird,
how is it that you fly
in this gravity of darkness?
The bird responded, 'Love lifts me.”
~ Hāfez
October 9, 2023
October 9, 2023
To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides,
to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh,
to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down
the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years,
to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea,
is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal
as any earthly life can be.

~Rachel Carson
October 5, 2023
October 5, 2023
“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.”
― Walt Whitman
October 1, 2023
October 1, 2023
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.
It is the source of all true art and science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger,
who can no longer pause to wonder
and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead:
his eyes are closed.
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Do not grow old, no matter how long you live.
Never cease to stand like curious children
before the Great Mystery into which we were born.

~ Albert Einstein
October 1, 2023
October 1, 2023
Two things fill the mind
with ever new and increasing
wonder and awe —
the starry heavens above me
and the moral law within me.
~Immanuel Kant
September 30, 2023
September 30, 2023
If you hit a wrong note,
it’s the next note that you play
that determines if it’s good or bad.
~Miles Davis
September 30, 2023
September 30, 2023
Life After Death IV

The things I know:
how the living go on living
and how the dead go on living with them

So that in a forest
even a dead tree casts a shadow
and the leaves fall one by one
and the branches break in the wind
and the bark peels off slowly
and the trunk cracks
and the rain seeps in through the cracks
and the trunk falls to the ground
and the moss covers it

and in the spring the rabbits find it
and build their nest inside
and have their young
and their young will live safely
inside the dead tree

So that nothing is wasted in nature
or in love.

~Laura Crafton Gilpin
September 29, 2023
September 29, 2023
So, think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire across the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.
So speak as if the world entire were but a single ear intent on hearing what you say. And so, in truth, it is.
Do as if your every deed were to recoil upon your heads. And, so in truth it does.
So wish as if you were the wish. And so, in truth, you are...
_____

Of two men looking at a green field, one estimates its yield in bushels and calculates the price of the bushels in silver and in gold. The other drinks the greenness of the field with his eye, and kisses every blade with his thought, and fraternizes in his soul with every rootlet and pebble, and every clod of earth.

~Mikhail Naimy 1889--1988
A Lebanese poet, novelist, and philosopher, famous for his spiritual writings. He is widely recognized as one of the most important figures in modern Arabic literature and one of the most important spiritual writers of the 20th century.
September 29, 2023
September 29, 2023
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fail. Think of it — always.

If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children.

Mutual courtesy and respect is the foundation of culture.

~Mahatma Gandhi
September 25, 2023
September 25, 2023
Wisdom begins in wonder.
~Socrates
September 24, 2023
September 24, 2023
The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us,
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

~Gary Snyder
September 22, 2023
September 22, 2023
“When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.”
― Thomas Merton
September 17, 2023
September 17, 2023
i thank You Godde for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth) ...

~ e e cummings

note: for my beloved bro's birthday...
note: I added the de to God... :)
(I think Forbes would have appreciated that :)
September 16, 2023
September 16, 2023
What is Success?

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Note: Forbes often saved quotes from RWE. Not sure if he saved this one which I believe quite fairly summarizes his life. (Emerson should have added to the first line: "To laugh often and much; and to incite laughter in others." Forbes's birthday is today, 17 September-- he would be 82, forever missed...
September 9, 2023
September 9, 2023
Zen pretty much comes down to three things --
everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.

                                     - Jane Hirshfield -
September 8, 2023
September 8, 2023
IF I WANTED A BOAT

I would want a boat, if I wanted a
boat, that bounded hard on the waves,
that didn't know starboard from port
and wouldn't learn, that welcomed
dolphins and headed straight for the
whales, that, when rocks were close,
would slide in for a touch or two,
that wouldn't keep land in sight and
went fast, that leaped into the spray.
What kind of life is it always to plan
and do, to promise and finish, to wish
for the near and the safe? Yes, by the
heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want
a boat I couldn't steer.
                     ~ Mary Oliver
August 28, 2023
August 28, 2023
Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
                    ~Mary Oliver
August 15, 2023
August 15, 2023
Praxilla of Sicyon
Loveliest of what I leave behind is the sunlight,
and loveliest after that the shining stars, and the moon's face,
but also cucumbers that are ripe, and pears, and apples.

Praxilla of Sicyon was a Greek lyric poet of the 5th century BC, from Sicyon on the Gulf of Corinth. Three lines of Praxilla's hexameter hymn to Adonis are quoted by Zenobius. In them, Adonis is asked in the underworld what he will most miss from the mortal world. He replies that he will miss the sun, stars, and moon, cucumbers, apples, and pears.
August 15, 2023
August 15, 2023
Just came across this email from Forbes...

June 2, 2020
Hi folks,
Taking a page from Joseph Campbell's Hero with a Thousand Faces which develops a theme that a myth under girds the most primitive cultures to the developed nations and that asks four important questions;
Who are we? Identity
What are we? Reality
What would we like to be? Intention
What should we be? Morality
These questions are crucial and must be asked in this time of uncertainty, where we live seemingly only in the anxious present but offers us direction.
stay well,
Forbes 
July 19, 2023
July 19, 2023
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
    ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

~ Walt Whitman 1819 –1892
June 23, 2023
June 23, 2023
I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me: this world still is alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I’m part of it. Even my breathing
enters into the elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still—this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
~ William Stafford
June 7, 2023
June 7, 2023
"While drawing grasses
I learn nothing "about" grass,
but wake up to the wonder
that there is grass at all.
~Frederick Franck

The moment one gives close attention to anything,
even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious,
awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
~ Henry Miller

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlours of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
~ Walt Whitman

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
~William Blake

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.”
~William Wordsworth

Note: I recently read Henry Miller's quote in my Zen calendar and thought so many references are made to a blade of grass (or similarly, a grain of sand...). The way Forbes saw this world...
June 6, 2023
June 6, 2023
So sad to hear of Forbes’s passing. He was a larger-than-life (literally!) figure of my childhood, and a wonderful cousin. My deepest condolences.
April 23, 2023
April 23, 2023
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~ William Wordsworth ~

Brilliant yellow daffodils have been dancing
about my sanctuary since Easter, bringing
such joy that I had to acknowledge them...
I know that Forbes would be taking great
pleasure in them as well... dancing with &
within each one...
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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?

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

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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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