Kitty Greve Darst
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
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and golfing companion while living at Samoset Village We will long remember the fun and conversations over golf,the Samoset operations,politics,travel,good food and wine.
May the sun,moon and stars shine brighter on Penobscot Bay as Steve embarks to meet his Pilot in Heaven.
Bruce & Marie Libby
DR. LAURA A. REIDY & STAFF
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.
Ellen (Melon) Roos
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OK Dad, The country and the world is being challenged again to choose to be human beings or not. Us humans have the attributes of kindness, clarity, joy, dignity, peace and self awareness. All each of us need do is choose those attributes. It can be done, just have to do it. I for one am very consciously choosing those each day and it makes for a very beautiful life. So thank you for giving me this foundation to choose a life for myself that benefits myself and those around me.
Hope you, mom and now Grace are happily merged into the infinite beauty that created this planet and all the universes. Let us all keep enjoying what is the forever and always truly enjoyable. Love, Ibi
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...