He was always looking out for the 'little guy'...or those who did not have a strong voice. At his wake in November, many people told me that Geoff helped them...in many different ways...from pep talks and encouraging words, supporting them at times of despair, to writing references for them. A group representing the Hispanic community provided tasty food for Geoff's family. They told me that he was a major support for them when it was not 'popular'.
My sister, Linda, planned the memorial service. It was simple, touching and beautiful. We were fortunate that Geoff wanted his ashes buried in the small country cemetery of Ebenezer Church near Vernon, Indiana. There are seven generations of our family buried there...and with only about 127 graves...most of them are ancestors of mine. The pictures I will include can do more in showing the setting...country, quiet, and peaceful. Geoff felt a connection with this little cemetery...and now there are eight generations of family buried at Ebenezer.
|Ebenezer Church began in Judge James William Prather's home in 1816|
|Inside Ebenezer United Methodist Church|
|Geoff's brother, Danny digging the hole for ashes.|
We posted signs with arrows to help friends and relatives to locate the church. It is tucked away down a gravel lane between a wooded area and corn fields. (Thank you to my niece Maggie, her boyfriend, Mike and my childhood friend since first grade, Karen for helping with the signs. I would have never gotten them all out without your help.) People traveled from both coasts, Boston, Maryland, Iowa, Ohio, Tennessee and Indiana to be part of this memorial. Some got lost and had to call for directions.
|Gravel lane to Ebenezer. Friends arriving.|
|Lynn, George and Janie...and Little Gracie|
|Rob and Bill discussing their adventures in finding the church|
The tolling bell also reminded me of the little country church we attended when I was a child, Salem Methodist. And my heart was warmed when I saw friends from that church, Kathy, Lucia and their mother, Maxine sitting in the straight back pews of Ebenezer. How kind of them to join us. http://familytrove.blogspot.com/2013/03/some-friends-are-really-family.html
My friend since first grade, Karen, also came. Even though we live hundreds of miles apart and rarely get to visit, we have always been a support for each other.
I don't have space to write each person's name, although I want to. We had cousins from across the country join us. This was the joy I felt, seeing the web of all of us connected by Geoff and Linda.
|Linda welcomes friends and relatives|
Janet Anderson's memories read by Claudia Fladung
|Claudia, Geoff's sister|
|Becky, Maggie and Nathan|
|Colby, Jackie (me) and Ray (my husband)|
|Tom before he read Prayer of Saint Francis|
|Jackie and Ray|
Thank you all, friends and family, for being a part of this time of celebration in honor of Geoff's life. Your
|There is a pot belly stove next to Ray (getting camera on tripod)|
|Aunt Janet, Eric (Geoff's brother) and Page|
|Audrey and Abby passing out shells and stones to be placed in the bird bath.|
|Cousins, Debbie and Gilbert Haworth, Susie Mullins and Debbie Powell|
|Gracie came from Tennessee|
Inside, we filled the benches.
Farewell to a friend.
22 June 2013