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
 

 

Posted by Michael Bond on September 22, 2010
Steve, wow how do I sum up all those feelings? For me Steve is strong, loyal, determined, fun loving, honest, fearless, kind and gentle. He is a true educator in all meanings of the word. Steve is a role model for the way a man should live his life. But most of all Steve is my friend. I am so blessed to be able to say that. Thank you Steve for all the things you taught me. I will hold you close.
Posted by Jen Malacarne on September 22, 2010
Steve is a major influence in my life. His smile is the first thing I think of when his name is mentioned. I don't know that he needed prayers to speed him on his way, he seemed always to be steering his own ship quite well. I just ask God to hold him in Love.
Posted by Elizabeth Meyer on September 22, 2010
AIC camper for 3 years.
My experience at AIC formed my life. Steve taught by example. From him I learned to respect, love and get along with nature.  His lessons were: you can live outdoors and be comfortable; always step up when there is work to be done - after all, what else is there to do out here?; never complain; be prudent but brave; always remember what happened to Figgie Newton.
Posted by Carl Chase on September 22, 2010
He was the only man in the world could take a biscuit apart...and put it back together again!
Posted by Ibi Hinrichs on September 21, 2010
What creativity we could all have with the send off. Still remember the music barge arriving at the AIC reunion. Some could come in another "What's that?" the three canoes we lashed together for ocean trips. Some could make 4th of July candle boats to send off with the ashes. Those far away could make and mail their candle boats to the celebration. Ah the fun begins.
Posted by Ellen (Melon) Roos on September 21, 2010
Steve revealed the stature and character of true manhood for us all, while trusting the innate strength and creativity in each one of us. In so doing, he drew the truth of us forth. I pray I can begin to return the gift by providing the same for the generation soon be taking the helm. My God, they need it. Bless you Steve!

Ellen (Melon) Roos
Posted by Kevin Boggs on September 21, 2010
Steve, I wish you fairways & greens. And I wish you God's speed.
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Recent Tributes
Posted by Caroline Darst on September 20, 2019
Every time I read a newspaper, or daily, I think of Steve - who taught us how to read newspapers. AIC will be preserved forever by the Great Pond Mountain Conservation Trust, a most wonderful organization which all former AIC people should join. . .. Kitty Greve Darst
Posted by Tom Rosaaen on September 19, 2019
Every time I choose another biography of one of our Presidents, I thank Steve for pointing me in this direction. It has been an exciting and eye-opening journey for which I will be forever grateful. Thank you, Steve.
Posted by Ross Zucker on March 8, 2019
I'm still waiting for Steve's successor to appear. 
By the way, does anybody know what's become of Alamoosook Island?
Recent stories

Sometime at Eve

Shared by Barbara Von Schilcher on September 19, 2017

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

Shared by Ibi Hinrichs on September 21, 2013

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

Shared by Benj Thomas on May 14, 2013

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...