This memorial website was created in the rememberance and celebration of Stephen Hinrichs.
"Inasmuch as I have no affiliation with any church or organized religion, no funeral ceremony should follow my death. I direct that my remains be cremated and the ashes committed to the waters of Penobscot Bay.
If it pleases my family and friends to gather for some sort of memorial, I have no objections. I ask them only to remember that I have had a full and rewarding life and that any gathering should celebrate the love they have given me and the good fortune I have enjoyed.
However, given that family and friends are scattered over the globe, it follows that no single gathering will be possible. Therefore, a website has been eslablished to enable those who wish to exchange remberances and sentiments."
Steve
Dear Friends and Family,
We know how much Steve meant to each one of you. We encourage you to raise a glass, recall good times and if some of you live close to one another to gather together and celebrate. We look forward to your stories and communications and accounts of your celebrations.
Please feel free to leave a tribute below, or on the Stories tab leave a remembered moment, quote or poem where you can also include a photo or a song to accompany your story. On the Gallery tab at the bottom of the page you have the ability to leave a photograph.
It would be lovely for us if at the bottom of your tribute or story you mention how you know Steve (AIC, Harley, John Burroughs, Rochester, Samoset, Vinalhaven, NYSAIS, etc.).
Thank you and love to all, Stephen's Family
address: Grace Hinrichs and Family, 45 Village Way #39, Rockport, Maine 04856
On the weekend of September 10-11, 2011 the whole Hinrichs family gathered in Rockport, Maine, to share memories of Steve and honor his wish to have his ashes scattered in the waters of Penobscot Bay where he loved to sail.
If you click on the "Stories" tab you will find a description of those wonderful days along with some poems and photos. Also, there are more photos in the Gallery tab.
When Stephen's ashes were scattered, daisies were also scattered into the waters of the Penobscot Bay. On some of those daisies notes were attached that were written to include everyone who ever sent words of tribute or love about Stephen whether in letters, email, verbally or in thought, you were all included in the day.
Thank you all, the Hinrichs family
Tributes
Leave a TributeHello Dad, what I wrote last year still expresses what we are experiencing today and feel about you.
Always taking personal responsibility to live consciously ourselves, which affects the well-being of all people, the creatures of this living world and this beautiful planet.
Not allowing fear to be a ruler but Joy and Hope as the rudder that steers this boat.
Prem’s book and message “Hear Yourself, how to find peace in a noisy world” continues to be a life line for people all over this world. Their personal expressions of gratitude cuts through to previously untouched appreciation of the true nature of a human being.
Thank you Dad for putting me and so many others on this path of independence.
Love
Would have been your 103rd! It is a beautiful day with sunshine and warmth, just like you radiated while here.
It being a spring day, I look forward to seeing a great blue heron again which I always associate with you. We carry on with input from the joy of nature and with living the kindness that is inherent in every human being.. and will be the key to our future.
Here we are 10 years on and the people are so much more engaged in our Democracy. The democracy that you were so passionate about. You would be happy to see the awakening that has happened with young and old alike to really participate and take this - living with equality for all - seriously. The passion that nature instilled in you is making itself heard again too. She is calling out to all to be conscious in everything we do. We have the chance to be involved in a big change , a change in what motivates us - away from the isolation that western ways have wreaked on the human psyche to the possibility of connecting to all of creation as an integral part. It is possible. I know you are cheering us on. with love, your daughter Ibi
Love continues always. Celebrating you on the anniversary of your birth. Ibi
Eagle Poem
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
Joy Harjo, “Eagle Poem” from In Mad Love and War.
By the way, does anybody know what's become of Alamoosook Island?
As I leave Samoset Village after more than 30 years, I am most grateful for the wonderful memories of time spent with our wonderful neighbors, including Stephen and you. Today is also a sad day for me as Philip died two years ago on this same date. All the best to you.
Fondly,
Brenda Doherty
James & Frances - "Tara"
One year out from Gosport, England
This would have been your 100th. I'd just like to say thank you for all those times I needed your guidance, and there you were. Your kind insistence and strong nudge got me through when I couldn't do it on my own. There have been times all throughout my life when I remember you for that great gift you gave me. You have been and continue to be a gentile giant in my life. I still draw from those lessons you taught us so well. Thank you for all you have done, and continue to do for me. Your example has been a great help.
Love to the family and Happy 100th Steve.
MDB+
I remember you when I read the four newspapers each morning. I remember you when I wish for more intelligence in DC. Between JBS and AIC there are lots of thoughts of you daily. - Kitty
With Alamoosook I could rhyme
Thnking back on two Seasons
And us, in our prime
Last year I went back
And want you to know
Rowed around that island
With my husband in tow
Memories of “Temporary”*
Showed bright and so clear
So we built a new boat
At that school which is near
We drove to Wooden Boat School
They sold us wood, and glue and tool
In seven days a hull we concocted
And boy, we thought it mighty cool.
So now we row or go a-sailing
Grandkids, laughing, do the bailing
“Hard Hearted Hannah” our voices wailing
A tribute to you, Steve, our thanks never failing.
Neila Helmholz Williams
John Burroughs and AIC back in the 60’s
Ps I hope you real poets will be kind to these rhymes.
Love always to the family.
Mike+
This year is Harley's 100th and it would be fantastic if anyone wanted to honor Stephen by contributing to have his name sponsor one of the continuing Mindfulness and Empathy courses or one of the Civic engagement courses.(HarleySchool.org) If so contact me at: IbiPhotographyNow@gmail.com.
Dad, I know you would be quite engaged today and loving the renewed civic participation so many are choosing. Here's to continuing your clear vision and heart.
Nancy and Joe
Great site for a great guy--love all the pictures. Hi Gracie, the love of Steve's life. Nancy and I send along our love to you.
Kitty and Guy
Kitty Greve Darst, JBS '56, AIC '58. '59
Harley, Rochester, Bristol Harbour, Maine and the Mid Atlantic
Leave a Tribute
Hello Dad, what I wrote last year still expresses what we are experiencing today and feel about you.
Always taking personal responsibility to live consciously ourselves, which affects the well-being of all people, the creatures of this living world and this beautiful planet.
Not allowing fear to be a ruler but Joy and Hope as the rudder that steers this boat.
Prem’s book and message “Hear Yourself, how to find peace in a noisy world” continues to be a life line for people all over this world. Their personal expressions of gratitude cuts through to previously untouched appreciation of the true nature of a human being.
Thank you Dad for putting me and so many others on this path of independence.
Love









Sometime at Eve
This is a poem that was read at my grandfather's funeral and both of my parents funerals. My Mom taught typing at Harley while Steve was headmaster there and I substituted for her there when she took a trip with my Dad. I graduated from Harley in '58 and my Mom graduated from Harley in '33. Our family loved sailing, and my Mom raced her sailboat on Lake Ontario. When someone who enjoys sailing passes away, this poem always reminds me of the person. Barb (Poole) von Schilcher
Sometime at Eve
Sometime at Eve when the tide is low
I shall slip my moorings and sail away
With no response to a friendly hail
In the silent hush of the twilight pale
When the night stoops down to embrace the day
And the voices call in the water's flow
Sometime at Eve When the water is low
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through purple shadows
That darkly trail o'er the ebbing tide
And the Unknown Sea,
And a ripple of waters' to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager sailing away
To mystic isles
Where at anchor lay
The craft of those who had sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea
To the Unknown Shore
A few who watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay
Some friendly barques were anchored near
Some loving souls my heart held dear
In silent sorrow will drop a tear
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale
And greeted friends who had sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea
To the Unknown Shore
- by Elizabeth Clark Hardy
sprinkling daisies/ daisy chain of love
An email thread on the 19th between family members:
1)Remembering Dad today. His laugh, his dance steps, his love of life, his love of each of us, his passion for teaching and his passion for kids thriving.
Continuing to sprinkle some daisies today by any bits of kindness that show themselves to me today. As simple as a smile with a friend or stranger.
Thank- you Dad.
Love to you all, Ibi
2) Dad 's energy shining down on us all
love to everyone , Victoria (photo)
3) energy flowing to England ,thoughts with all, Love/Hugs Kate (on a trip to England and France)
4)Thank you for starting this daisy chain of love.
Remembering Dad, Mary and Christian
5)Thinking of all of you on this day. Hugs and blessings.
Love, Rebecca
6)Catching up with this "daisy chain of love" as Mary put it so well. As for the Day of Remembrance itself, for me, and no doubt for a lot of you as well, every day is a day of remembrance. He's always with us. And as for dates, the ones I like best to remember are his birthday... the day we first met..., the day we were married,... the day I saw the ad (for that matter!),…. the day we all celebrated his life with that wonderful schooner ride out into the bay on a spanking wind, --things he would have preferred to remember too.
7) So true Grace, I see this day as one of many, on this one he gave me an experience of calm and clarity, so fully engaged in his life, how he would pass and how it was all good. The comng day and the going day and all that lies between.
An earlier vignette
I was a counselor at AIC in 1961 (Dick Thompson n.b., you were there that year), and while the experience shaped me profoundly, setting me on a course that led to progressive education (Nat French's North Shore Country Day), thence Quaker education, thence alternative Quaker schools and Quakerism itself, I want to add a second-hand recollection, from Bob Smith, who was Head of School at Sidwell Friends for several years while I was there. Like Steve, Bob served in the army during WWII, and with Steve at the Battle of the Bulge. Not a experience either of them talked about much. Bob only said that Steve, as his platoon leader, was an island (there's the image) of calm and reassurance in the midst of terrifying chaos. I can believe it (see an extraordinary made-for-TV series called Band of Brothers to see more -- one episode takes place there), and I wonder about the impact of that experience on Steve. It must have strengthened him, but was there more? Others may have some answer for that...