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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.

TIS BETTER TO GIVE…

May 30, 2021
The following is the article Gale Saroka submitted as a photo early on in the Gallery. Since the newspaper article is difficult to read, I have transcribed it here. Forbes in his later years deflected attention drawn to his birthday. (At least, that was my sister's and my own experience.) Here he celebrates his 59th birthday by taking a friend to the Oriole baseball game. My understanding is that he would visit this nursing home several times a week for many years. When James died, he helped provide for his services and burial. 
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TIS BETTER TO GIVE…
Man Celebrates Birthday with a Gift to Friend
By Theresa Winslow, staff writer 
September 17, 2000  [day of event]
Forbes Leland celebrated his birthday yesterday– by throwing his friend, James Nelson, a party. Besides springing for tickets to an Orioles baseball game, Mr. Leland arranged for an ambulance to transport the bed-ridden and paralyzed resident of an Eastport nursing home to the game at Camden Yards in Baltimore.
The Eastport resident also bought tickets for the ambulance crew and his social worker from the Annapolis Nursing and Rehabilitation Center.
 "I decided to give myself a present by giving Mr. Nelson a party," Mr. Leland said.
The two met in the spring when Mr. Leland began volunteering at the nursing home. Since then, they've discussed baseball and plans for the game started to take shape.
It was Mr. Nelson's first extended outdoor trip in a long time– and his first visit to Camden Yards.
"I think it's great, "said Angel Bell, activity director at the nursing home.
Mr. Nelson, 55, was paralyzed more than 30 years ago in a car accident. He has use of only one arm. Prior to the crash, he played a host of sports. In high school he said he ran track and played football, baseball and basketball.
"This gives me a chance to get out and meet some people in a new environment, he said with a wide smile on Friday. "I've seen Camden Yards on TV. It's a beautiful place."
He wore a new baseball glove Mr. Leland got for him.
Regardless of the outcome, he was sure he'd enjoy the game. That was good, because the Orioles were beaten by the Seattle Mariners 3 to 2.
Mr. Nelson wanted to get some Polish hotdogs and player autographs. His favorite all-time Oriole is Cal Ripken, Jr.
His advice for the struggling Orioles? "Stop trading all the best players," he said.
Photo Caption                                                                                                                                       Eastport resident Forbes Leland treated James Nelson, a resident of the Annapolis Nursing and Rehabilitation center, to a trip to the Orioles game yesterday. It was the fan’s first extended outdoor excursion in a long time. Here Mr. Nelson shows off the glove Mr. Leland got for him.

JAZZ COURSE FORBES TAUGHT: ROUGH OUTLINE

May 21, 2021
Note: I understand that this was a very popular course at the Community College. I believe Forbes wanted to make it more available in other venues. One wonders how much the pandemic interfered with his vision...  Any reminiscences welcome...
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Peer  Learning  Partnership  Anne Arundel Community College
I have worked up another rough outline of the PLP jazz course for your review.
The Story of Jazz: And the musicians who made and played the distinctly American music
1) Wk I: Introduction                                                                                                                                      >1st hr: music theory                                                                                                                              >2nd hr: elements of jazz
A keyboard player will give the class the basics of music theory and develop the elements of jazz so we all will have a common grounding of the elements of jazz.  Hand outs: Glossary of terms from "Early Jazz" by Gunther Schuller.  The glossary is very comprehensive.
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2) Wk II: Beginnings
>1st hr: Great awakening: 1800 and the frontier religious revival and music for and by the people including examples of pslamody and lining out.
           Work songs
           Sea shanty
           Minstrelsy
           Spiritual 
Spiritual will open with Mahalia Jackson singing "Silent night" as described in "The Story of Jazz" by Stearns "At her annual concert at Carnegie Hall, Mahalia Jackson, 'Queen of the Gospel Singers' creates an almost solid wall of blue tonality.  Examples of ring shout, song sermon, and jubillee
>2nd hr: Blues. A DVD/Delta Blues narrated by Robert Redford with references from Stearns
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3) Wk III: Early Jazz and Influences
>1st hr:Influences on Jazz: Ragtime (Scott Joplin) Dixieland (Original Dixieland Jazz Band) 
>2nd hr: Early New Orleans: Jelly Roll Morton, Sidney Bechet, King Oliver, and New Orleans Rhythm Kings as examples to be expanded upon. Introduce Louis Armstrong, the first great soloist?  Maybe some argument on this claim. 
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4) Wk IV: Hotbeds of Jazz
>1st hr: Continue New Orleans emphasizing Louis Armstrong. Open with "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans" and the influence of New Orleans' jazz on America going forward.
>2nd hr: Chicago 1920s, Harlem Stride 1920s-1930s, Kansas City 1930s - 1940s 
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5) Wk V: Big Bands and Swing
>1st & 2nd hr: To be developed as there is great amount of material to choose from and a strong New York influence.  Consider ending with a comparison of big band styles that spotlights the "loose" arrangements of Duke Ellington (Duke Ellington 1958 Amsterdam concert) and the "tight" arrangements of Count Basie.
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6) Wk VI: Bebop, Modal & Cool
1st & 2nd hr: I think for this class, modal and cool jazz would be preferred and therefore emphasized. However the jazz giants Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker and others have their place in the 1st hour introducing us to bebop. 
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7) Wk V: Post Bop to Post Modern: Where is jazz at today?
>1st hr: Cursory look at hard bop/Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers. Moving toward "free jazz" with John Coltrane/"A Love Supreme" and a short example of Ornette Coleman, who epitomized "free Jazz" In the 1st hour begin to transition to the rainbow of jazz music which include:
                * chamber and symphonic jazz.  Older example is "Third Stream" jazz with Gunther Schuller and Joe Zawinol
                * global jazz
                * fusion: Dave Brubeck and his two sons who play a fusion of jazz, rock and blues  
                * Neo-classicism/Wynton Marsalis.
These examples just scratch the surface of jazz today but we probably should emphasize "listenability" 
I look forward your suggestions and refining the process.
Forbes .  

ARTICLE ABOUT THE SANCTUARY AND OUR GRANDMOTHER

April 29, 2021
I believe Forbes and our grandmother, Elsa Tudor, shared much in common, especially their spiritual connection to the Sanctuary, or the "Holy Mountain" as our grandmother called this special wilderness. The following are excerpts from an article in Vogue (1961) about her and the Sanctuary where Forbes lived in the 1970’s. She died in 1967 at age 88, after breaking her hip while learning to ski.                                                                                                                                           
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"They think I'm Mad" said the Marquise. In New Hampshire, Life on the Marquise’s Holy Mountain.     By Herbert Kubly  1961                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
This summer, like Bottom’s dream, had no bottom. Was I alone in the New Hampshire woods? I was not always sure. I was there because a Marquise had asked me one winter's afternoon in New York if I believed in fairies. My reply was that I hadn't thought on the matter since I was a child. "Since you are Anglo Saxon I am not surprised," said the Marquise. "Celts are more conversant with little folk. Come live on the Holy Mountain. You will begin to think of them again."
My benevolent sorceress was the Marquise Dedons de Pierrefeu who, despite her French title, is one of the last of New England’s great individualists. Though she is the dowager Marquise of the Province town of Pierrefeu, she lives most of each year in a pink house in a rose garden in the New Hampshire village of Hancock. Five miles away is her “Holy Mountain " – 900 acres and a lake as primeval as the fifth day of creation, inhabited by all God’s creatures but man. The Marquise calls cities, "Hells which man creates for himself;” her sanctuary "a place of peace to restore the spirit."
To live there I had to make a pact to destroy no life. Nailed to a tree at the entrance was a board painted with a line from the book of Isaiah: “They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain." It was not one mountain but a series of mountains and hills joined by a stream which flowed through the lake. Here and there little patches of meadow where once men had farmed were like a precis of New Hampshire history. "We return to the forest," the Marquise said, “back to the bears and the beavers. When the sheep stopped grazing– about the time of the Civil War– the deer came back."
At first my Teutonic eyes saw the deep forest and its hidden lake as a devastatingly romantic German opera setting. German music kept surging through my head, Siegfried's “Forest Murmurs" and arias from Der Freischutz. It was at night when the trees dripped with limpid lights that I began to realize the forest was really Shakespeare's and not Wagner's. Floating– or so it seemed– through silvery cobwebs, hearing the sighing of water and the nocturnal wrestling of beasts, I remembered that Oberon is identified in mythology with Alberich, king of the elves and guardian of the Nibelung treasure.
Sometimes the Marquise would drive out in her little Saab to swim or walk in the forest. She was in her eighty-second summer and I worried about her scrambling over the rough terrain. I needn’t have. Dressed in green corduroy slacks and a green khaki shirt, a chartreuse velvet hair ribbon, and Indian moccasins, she led me down canyons and over streams more sure footed and agile than myself. She would pick up an old beer bottle or potato chip bag left by picnickers, tending each foot of the 900 acres like a garden. "Don't step on the Solomon Seal," she admonished. "They’re a kindly healing plant.” 
One day we sat on the granite boulder watching trout flashing in the stream below and the green gossamer dragonflies mating in the mid-air above. “Did you ever see the dance of the Atoms?” the Marquise asked. She directed me to focus against the sun and I saw movement, the shimmering flashes of dancing light. "We are on this planet to learn perfection," she said, “but we are not given enough time. Like Plato 's prisoners, we have our backs turned to the light and we perceive only the shadows of objects and think them the realities."
Not surprisingly in Puritan New England, the Marquise was legend. At the post office I heard stories of her marriage in a forest with the bride and groom mounted on steeds. The barber, recalling how the Marquise once reviled him for shooting a deer, said, “She was so sincere there were tears in her eyes. I feel sorry for her. She's a good lady.” A 20-year-old Cherokee guide told a fantastic tale about the Marquise entertaining on the Holy Mountain a flying saucer-load of nude Venutians.
Named Elizabeth after the Tudor queen, the Marquise changed her name to Elsa for her favorite Wagnerian heroine when she went to Paris to become a singer. "My voice was too light for the great roles," she said. "I became a dancer and my mother wouldn't permit me to dance in the Follies– Bergere. Then I became a pianist but I fell in love and was married."
The handsome Count de Pierrefeu died in World War I, leaving his New England countess with four small children. She had arrived at her peace convictions through sorrow, and the Holy Mountain with its surcease of killing was a memorial to her love.
[While visiting her] she said she had been thinking about love, "that still white flame that burns forever in the secret heart." “Ah," she said, and it was like Colette sighing. "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 (our grandmother)

April 23, 2021
Most of this found in an obit:
Elsa proved adept at shocking her staid peers, whether announcing that she would become a professional barefoot dancer, as she did in 1910 (after having three children), helping the wounded as a Red Cross nurse in Dinard, France during WW I, or exploring her talents as a poet and writer, a mystic, and a follower of "Eastern" religion. After the death of her husband Alain de Pierrefeu in 1915 (married 11 yrs) while working with the Ambulence Corps in France, Elsa became an ardent pacifist, corresponding with Gandhi, representing the International Relations Committee of the Massachusetts Federation of Churches in Europe, and organizing a series of world youth tours after the rise of Hitler to spread "world peace through world trade.” She wrote two books: Unity in Spirit and Through a Broken Reed (poetry). The following are some prescient quotes from a talk she gave to an audience of over 100 women in Boston at the outbreak of WWI in 1915: “The cause of the present war was greed, for this is a commercial war,” Mme de Pierrefeu bitterly attacked what she termed “the present day commercialism which controls,” she charged, “every nation.” She married our grandfather, Joseph Leland, an architect, in 1916. We always heard (several sources) that they got married in a forest, Elsa riding naked on a white horse… There is some truth to this (at least in the Dublin Forest, NH :) and I will always happily hold that image… Our father was born in 1917. Unfortunately the marriage did not last and she took back her first husband’s name. She lived in Hancock NH and the Sanctuary (Willard Pond) where Forbes spent his “hippy” days in the 70's. 

NARRATION NOTES

April 18, 2021
Those of us who knew Forbes were always captivated by his storytelling. I found some entries in his files that address his interest in narration— stimulated by reading to Marilyn whose eyesight was failing. He always told me that Marilyn had an innate sense of timing, diction, rhythm, emphasis etc that really improved his readings.
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LL Note: I believe this was Forbes’s initial letter to LBPH [Library for the Blind and Physically Handicapped in Baltimore].
"By way of background, first, I have zero training in voiceover but always enjoyed storytelling. Second, narrating a book began when my significant other fractured a cervical vertebra and almost died in December 2009. Her rehab was long and arduous. To break up the daily routine of rehab, we would go to a "quiet" room and I would read from John Grisham's The Painted House. I particularly enjoyed doing characterization which brought the reading and the characters alive for my friend, Marilyn. She and I got "really into" the book. Those readings remain to this day the one bright spot in an otherwise very difficult, painful time in both our lives.
And by an interesting coincidence, Marilyn receives audio tapes from LBPH [Library for the Blind and Physically Handicapped]. We occasionally joke that maybe someday she would receive a tape with me as narrator!"
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LL Note: Soon after, I believe Forbes began narrating for LBPH. How I wish I knew what he narrated... to hear his voice again… 
He wrote this to a friend:
"I feel my role as a narrator is to make a movie in the mind’s eye. I feel my job is to bring the characters to life from the printed page, to breathe life into them from the static print on the page. In a movie role, you usually work on and rehearse just one character. Narrating you develop any number of characters and, to do it right, one has to individuate each character. For every hour of narrating- 3 to 4 hours rehearsing. Creative but challenging… just what I was looking for."
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In November of 2011, he wrote the author of The Striped Lion, Mike Sackett.
"I am writing you in regards to your book The Striped Lion. By way of introduction, my name is Forbes Leland, volunteer narrator of audio books for the Library for the Blind and Physically Handicapped in Baltimore. I have chosen your book, actually in some curious way, your book chose me! As I perused the LBPH library for a book to narrate, I was intrigued by the title and a quick thumbing through the pages was all I needed to be convinced that this is the book I want to narrate.
I think there is a certain synchronicity happening here. I have been involved in conservation work as an advocate as well as professionally for the past 40 years. Conservation work is a family endeavor as well. My sister spent nearly 19 years in the Kibale Forest, Uganda studying Colobus monkeys for the New York Zoological Society.
If you think it appropriate, I would like to discuss my narration ideas with you and get your input as well, in order that the eventual audiobook is the best finished product possible. I think The Striped Lion will be a popular audiobook and I will endeavor to do it justice."
LL Note: I have been in touch with the author who was enthusiastic about this endeavor but at some point Forbes seems to have dropped the ball. I wonder if anyone knows what happened. He seemed so excited about narrating this, filled with characters that he would have had leaping off the page...
From Amazon: The Striped Lion is the story of a bold experiment in wildlife conservation gone horribly wrong. A world-renowned foundation dedicated to the preservation of big cats accidentally impregnates an African lioness with the semen of a man-eating Siberian tiger and releases her into Kenya's Masai Mara Game Preserve. Only one of her cubs, the Alpha Male, survives to maturitym but hybrid vigor has endowed him with monstrous size and his father's genes have given him a taste for human flesh.

Messing around in boats...

April 10, 2021
"... there is nothing-- absolutely nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats..." -- Kenneth Grahame

Since the sea was such an important part of Forbes’s life, I thought I would try to put together a timeline of his sailing days in Annapolis. [Note: I need help. Anyone who would like to add memories, corrections etc, please do!] 
Forbes left New Hampshire in 1988. He had recently bought a sailing yacht called “Likely” which was somewhere in the Great Lakes. He was to meet up with her in Annapolis and sail south to places unknown. Instead, he stayed, living on Likely for many years. [Does anyone know what kind of vessel Likely was? And where she was moored?] At some point, he changed the name to StoneFire (a rather unlikely name for a boat. She was named after our Grandmother’s first husband “Pierrefeu” who was no relation to us, yet she retained it, after divorcing our grandfather.) Sometime in the 1990’s Forbes moved into the Watergate apartment complex where he remained for the rest of his life. He was able to dock his boat there (see cover photo for Watergate brochure). In 2005 he bought Jade, a 43’ Choey Lee Pilothouse Cutter, built in 1981 in Hong Kong. She was a heavy handful— my sister and I always wondered how he could possibly navigate her without a crew! He eventually sold her and bought “Second Chance”, a Hinterhoeller power boat, which was much more amenable for exploring the Chesapeake with Marilyn. 

A Zen quote in Forbes’s Jade file:
I discovered the secret of the sea                                                                      in meditation upon the dewdrop.
— Kahil Gibran                               

What is fair and just...

March 28, 2021
This is from a copy of a letter Forbes sent to a friend, explaining an underlying anger. For those of us seeking greater understanding, I thought this excerpt illuminating and don’t believe it betrays a confidentiality...                                                                                            *****************************
The bureaucratic screwups in Marilyn's critical nursing care, the worsening of spinal stenosis, and the darkening of her world has exacerbated my frustration, stress and angst which can devolve into anger.
Day after day I have watched Marilyn’s decline, helpless to fix. I am struggling with anger that has darkened my psyche with its roots in my perception of what is fair and just. It is not fair that Marilyn has to suffer so and that I cannot fix it. Over arching is the fact that I can't right the wrongs of those who act in their own self interest and not for the common good. I am working to get a handle on this anger, this negative energy, and direct it into a more constructive, positive way. One way is to "speak truth to power,” an old Quaker saying.  
PS:  “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about how to dance in the rain.”            --Vivian Crowe

Hope is a thing with feathers...

March 21, 2021
Forbes sent this out on [one of] his last email threads on 3 November 2020, the morning of the elections. (I had sent it to him on 30 September.) The next day, the anniversay of Marilyn’s passing, he went to Ellicott City ("to get out of dodge," as he told a number of us). He stayed at the Wayside Inn which he and Marilyn always enjoyed together. On the evening of the 5th, he re-united with Marilyn on the banks of the Patapsco River which flows into the Chesapeake Bay. He chose a peaceful place of great natural beauty that I am sure spoke to his soul... and Marilyn's too...

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[Photo of a Lilac Breasted Roller, Botswana-- won't print here]

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all. 

~ Emily Dickinson

Obituary (long form)

November 24, 2020
Forbes Leland, 79, of Annapolis MD, passed away on November 4, 2020. Often referred to as a gentle giant, Forbes, at nearly 6’8” was clearly larger than life. 

Even at an early age, Forbes had a keen eye, instinctively knowing what he wanted. And it was usually off the beaten path. After the death of his grandparents, Allan and Josephine Forbes, he was asked if there was something he’d like to remember them by. He chose two ship models found in a musty back room, leaving relatives scratching their heads. One is now featured in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston as one of only two existing glass ships of its kind (sail, rigging, and anatomically correct crew) built circa 1844. The other (“a tiny gem”) is equally treasured in the Naval Academy Museum in Annapolis. 

Forbes started sailing in Beverly MA at 9 yrs and lived on his 43’ cutter-rigged sloop Jade for several years in Annapolis, soloing up and down the East coast. He lost three fingers on his left hand trying to save his boat during a microburst. His unfulfilled dream was to sail single-handed to Bermuda. 

Besides, as he would say, “having a lot of salt water in his veins,” Forbes had rhythm in his bones. As a teenager he played drums in his high school band and in summers for the Herbie Sulkin Band. He was a natural musician, always jamming with friends, playing drums, flute and sax in the Summer Street Jazz Band at the Folkway in Peterborough, NH. He was on the Board of the Annapolis Symphony and taught “The History of Jazz” (with long waiting lists) at Anne Arundel Community College, Arnold, MD.

A graduate of Boston University, Forbes was always intellectually curious and knowledgeable about a wide variety of topics. A golfing friend said he would hear a bird call, and right away knew who it was. In Annapolis he was engaged in philosophical seminars on the Great Books at St. John’s College and took a range of courses including poetry at the Peer Learning Partnership, Anne Arundel Community College. Besides his jazz class, Forbes taught 'American Myth and Western Movies’ there, delving into deep questions about our heritage as Americans. (Does anyone have more information on the courses he took, taught?)
Forbes could have been an actor, or a comedian— or both. His flair for the dramatic— operatic voice, a multitude of accents— could bring you to tears of laughter. He took great enjoyment in his role of reading to the blind on books on tape, taking on a variety of characters. (Does anyone have more information on this, eg the organization he did this for?)
Forbes was most at home in nature, not only at sea but especially Willard Pond in Antrim, NH where, in the early 70’s, he lived spartanly in a rustic cabin. He tried to protect the 100 acre lake from being poisoned by rotenone, and spearheaded regulation to prevent motorized boats from polluting the peace. His grandmother Elsa Tudor bequeathed much of the land around the lake to the NH Audubon Society as a place of peace for all beings. Due largely to Forbes’s tireless perseverance and dedication, the area is now totally protected from development and has become NH Audubon’s largest Sanctuary. He worked as an agent for the NH Forest Society and was on the Board of NH Audubon.

Forbes will be missed for his dry and quirky sense of humor, his captivating (self-deprecating) stories, his amusing flair for the dramatic, his broad intellect and stimulating conversations, his deep respect for women, diversity and the Earth, and especially his kind, caring and generous heart.

His loving memory lives on with his two sisters, Lysa Leland and Daphne L. Borden, his nephew Rob Borden and his wife Jenny, their two sons, Benjamin and Sawyer, and with a multitude of relatives and friends. His parents, Phyllis and Tudor Leland, and Marilyn Eason, his beloved partner of thirty years, predeceased him. Contributions can be made to the New Hampshire Audubon Society (for land protection), McLane Center, 84 Silk Farm Road, Concord, NH 03301.

Note about date of death: the authorities state: 6 November, the day my sister and I learned. We assumed he died on the 4th, the anniversary of Marilyn's death. However, from some sleuthing, I believe he actually died on the evening of 5 November-- on the banks of the Patapsco River, a peaceful place that I suspect he and Marilyn knew and loved... He really could not live without her...