Poem for Thomas

I met Thomas through his sister Dorthea when he was 20 or so. For many years Thomas seemed to just show up. Our few interactions always seemed to be rich with manual work and thought verging on the profound. -Bob Stuber

Thomas Leo Hansmeyer

Thomas, Tomás, Leo, Wise Guy
everyone beautiful
perfect, good 'nuff, but
Wise Guy
who works
hard, plays
deep, pulls
nails, pushes
edges and laughs,

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Tribute to Thomas by his good friend Jim Matyas

Though I haven’t seen Thomas for some time, he is an unforgettable friend. A few things that come to mind–quick of wit, introspective, a lover of the human race and the planet Earth, hard working, and inquisitive. There is no doubt those that worked with him, played with him, and all of those he encountered when doing his thesis will remember his ways–a beautiful legacy.
(click continue reading for words on smart productive pain and also words by Whitman)

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Ripple – Grateful Dead (played by Eric Miller and Ray at the Service)

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It?s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they?re better left unsung.
I don?t know, don?t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who?s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.


Back here again. It’s almost like the old days, though I come here more on the order of once a week or monthly rather than daily. A gray cardboard sign says “Garbage must be taken out before 8:45 pm. The Management.” Different style. But, there is a sign now–free Wi-Fi. I would like to have something that is as small as the PDA I am using now, but that has wireless network capabilities.

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Smiling Thomas pictures from Matthew’s CD

So far, a few comments, and I have set several people up to be authors. As yet, things are kind of slow. But, I am hopefully. Whoo-who. With no further comment, here are some smiling pictures of Thomas from Matthew’s CD of photos a la the collage that Matthew made. The sun salutation banner at the top of the blog was also from the CD.

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Blew up my style template

Well, amidst everything else, I blew up my templates last night. Not exactly sure what happened, except that I was trying to put a fancy banner on the new dragonfly blog, and over-wrote one of the Some Kinda Possible templates instead. Hopefully, back up. Boggles the mind, all the crap that’d have to be re-done.

Safety Rule #7 — Always wear your helmet

Officer Buckle and Gloria, by Peggy Rathmann, 1996 Caldicott Medal winner, is a book that neighbors gave as a birthday present to Madeline when she was five. It is one of my favorite books of all time. And it seems cosmically appropriate to Thomas, given how he died. So I share a bit of it here. Kind of poignant, kind of funny, kind of sad.

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This evening, Dorothea and I went over to Thomas’ house to sit on the backporch and have a cigarette in his honor. The backporch, with its wonderful rocking bench and view of fire pit and apple tree, was clearly the place. And, as Beauty has mentioned, sitting on porches was a big passtime for Thomas. That may be why he gave so much attention to adding a porch when he owned and was refurbishing the house he’d bought out in Central Minnesota near his sister Theresa’s farm. I remember being there one night for a party when a group of musicians with drums, amps, and guitars played from the porch.