The poem my dad wanted read at his funeral. He was a life long lover of the sea, inspite of being born in WVa.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Edward known as " Knip" for most of his life was born in Grafton, WVA. He was one of 11 children , 8 girls and 3 boys, born to Charles and Clara Newhouse Knipple.
His mother died when he was 16 years old, his father died when he was 20. His uncles urged him not to work in the coal mines or the glass factories, so he joined the Army-Air Corp. Because of his religious beliefs he became a reconnaissance aerial and land photographer. He became an expert in his field and won several awards and commendations for his work. When the Army-Air Corp split he found himself in the US Air Force.
While stationed in Germany he met the love of his life-Lora Ellen Womble. She was working with the federal government in the field of communications. They were married in Fayetteville, NC in 1952. They were married 30 years when my mother passed away in 1982.
Dad was in the Air Force from 1945-1970, serving in both Korea and Viet-Nam. When he retired, my parents moved to my mother's home town of Sanford. He figured he had moved my mother all over the world, they could retire to where she grew up as most of his relatives had moved to the Washington,DC/Baltimore area.
One of our favorite postings was at Elgin AFB in Florida. We lived on base, but my dad bought a boat and we had a grand time on the water. One of my parents best friends lived on the bay. We would launch the boat, cruise the water and pull up to their dock.They had one child and we would cook out and swim. Dad would also take us fishing out into the Gulf of Mexico. Most days we would beach the boat on some of the small islands and have picnics.
Dad was a great person, he was a warm, caring individual. His religious beliefs were in line with the Quaker church. He was always helping people who were down on their luck and he helped many people without any thought of repayment.
My dad was one of those people who could fix most things and make a lot more. He was an artist, a bricklayer and woodworker and he loved being a photographer. He loved to work outside in his gardens. He tried a vegetable garden , but the deer loved it more. He loved irises and had many different varieties along with different types of lilies.
Dad did a lot of work around my house -he didn't like to sit around and watch television while the sun was shining. In his later years he became very good at supervising. While my brother's house was being built ,dad was there every day keeping an eye on things.
Dad loved Dodge trucks, And over the years he had several. He loved electronic gadgets of all kinds. When digital cameras came out-he had to have one, same with metal detectors and computers. He was on his fifth computer when he passed away.
Dad was the reason I got into genealogy which of course led to graving. His grandfather died when when his father was just 10 years old. As was the custom in the late 1800's , he was farmed out to other family members. It took Dad, me, forty years and the internet to find out who his grandfather was.
This knowledge led to finding a cousin who lived only 2 hours away. David and he spent many more hours researching the family and family lines. Sadly, David died 6 months after my dad did. But , I benefited from the information they gathered.
My father's health began to fail after being in and out of the hospital for respiratory issues. Once it was discovered he needed a pace maker he started to improve. However, repeated hospitalizations had taken a toll on his body. My dad had decided he wanted to live to be 100 , but his life ended shortly after his 80th birthday. He was a grand old man and I will miss him until the day I die.
Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Edward known as " Knip" for most of his life was born in Grafton, WVA. He was one of 11 children , 8 girls and 3 boys, born to Charles and Clara Newhouse Knipple.
His mother died when he was 16 years old, his father died when he was 20. His uncles urged him not to work in the coal mines or the glass factories, so he joined the Army-Air Corp. Because of his religious beliefs he became a reconnaissance aerial and land photographer. He became an expert in his field and won several awards and commendations for his work. When the Army-Air Corp split he found himself in the US Air Force.
While stationed in Germany he met the love of his life-Lora Ellen Womble. She was working with the federal government in the field of communications. They were married in Fayetteville, NC in 1952. They were married 30 years when my mother passed away in 1982.
Dad was in the Air Force from 1945-1970, serving in both Korea and Viet-Nam. When he retired, my parents moved to my mother's home town of Sanford. He figured he had moved my mother all over the world, they could retire to where she grew up as most of his relatives had moved to the Washington,DC/Baltimore area.
One of our favorite postings was at Elgin AFB in Florida. We lived on base, but my dad bought a boat and we had a grand time on the water. One of my parents best friends lived on the bay. We would launch the boat, cruise the water and pull up to their dock.They had one child and we would cook out and swim. Dad would also take us fishing out into the Gulf of Mexico. Most days we would beach the boat on some of the small islands and have picnics.
Dad was a great person, he was a warm, caring individual. His religious beliefs were in line with the Quaker church. He was always helping people who were down on their luck and he helped many people without any thought of repayment.
My dad was one of those people who could fix most things and make a lot more. He was an artist, a bricklayer and woodworker and he loved being a photographer. He loved to work outside in his gardens. He tried a vegetable garden , but the deer loved it more. He loved irises and had many different varieties along with different types of lilies.
Dad did a lot of work around my house -he didn't like to sit around and watch television while the sun was shining. In his later years he became very good at supervising. While my brother's house was being built ,dad was there every day keeping an eye on things.
Dad loved Dodge trucks, And over the years he had several. He loved electronic gadgets of all kinds. When digital cameras came out-he had to have one, same with metal detectors and computers. He was on his fifth computer when he passed away.
Dad was the reason I got into genealogy which of course led to graving. His grandfather died when when his father was just 10 years old. As was the custom in the late 1800's , he was farmed out to other family members. It took Dad, me, forty years and the internet to find out who his grandfather was.
This knowledge led to finding a cousin who lived only 2 hours away. David and he spent many more hours researching the family and family lines. Sadly, David died 6 months after my dad did. But , I benefited from the information they gathered.
My father's health began to fail after being in and out of the hospital for respiratory issues. Once it was discovered he needed a pace maker he started to improve. However, repeated hospitalizations had taken a toll on his body. My dad had decided he wanted to live to be 100 , but his life ended shortly after his 80th birthday. He was a grand old man and I will miss him until the day I die.
Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
The poem my dad wanted read at his funeral. He was a life long lover of the sea, inspite of being born in WVa.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Edward known as " Knip" for most of his life was born in Grafton, WVA. He was one of 11 children , 8 girls and 3 boys, born to Charles and Clara Newhouse Knipple.
His mother died when he was 16 years old, his father died when he was 20. His uncles urged him not to work in the coal mines or the glass factories, so he joined the Army-Air Corp. Because of his religious beliefs he became a reconnaissance aerial and land photographer. He became an expert in his field and won several awards and commendations for his work. When the Army-Air Corp split he found himself in the US Air Force.
While stationed in Germany he met the love of his life-Lora Ellen Womble. She was working with the federal government in the field of communications. They were married in Fayetteville, NC in 1952. They were married 30 years when my mother passed away in 1982.
Dad was in the Air Force from 1945-1970, serving in both Korea and Viet-Nam. When he retired, my parents moved to my mother's home town of Sanford. He figured he had moved my mother all over the world, they could retire to where she grew up as most of his relatives had moved to the Washington,DC/Baltimore area.
One of our favorite postings was at Elgin AFB in Florida. We lived on base, but my dad bought a boat and we had a grand time on the water. One of my parents best friends lived on the bay. We would launch the boat, cruise the water and pull up to their dock.They had one child and we would cook out and swim. Dad would also take us fishing out into the Gulf of Mexico. Most days we would beach the boat on some of the small islands and have picnics.
Dad was a great person, he was a warm, caring individual. His religious beliefs were in line with the Quaker church. He was always helping people who were down on their luck and he helped many people without any thought of repayment.
My dad was one of those people who could fix most things and make a lot more. He was an artist, a bricklayer and woodworker and he loved being a photographer. He loved to work outside in his gardens. He tried a vegetable garden , but the deer loved it more. He loved irises and had many different varieties along with different types of lilies.
Dad did a lot of work around my house -he didn't like to sit around and watch television while the sun was shining. In his later years he became very good at supervising. While my brother's house was being built ,dad was there every day keeping an eye on things.
Dad loved Dodge trucks, And over the years he had several. He loved electronic gadgets of all kinds. When digital cameras came out-he had to have one, same with metal detectors and computers. He was on his fifth computer when he passed away.
Dad was the reason I got into genealogy which of course led to graving. His grandfather died when when his father was just 10 years old. As was the custom in the late 1800's , he was farmed out to other family members. It took Dad, me, forty years and the internet to find out who his grandfather was.
This knowledge led to finding a cousin who lived only 2 hours away. David and he spent many more hours researching the family and family lines. Sadly, David died 6 months after my dad did. But , I benefited from the information they gathered.
My father's health began to fail after being in and out of the hospital for respiratory issues. Once it was discovered he needed a pace maker he started to improve. However, repeated hospitalizations had taken a toll on his body. My dad had decided he wanted to live to be 100 , but his life ended shortly after his 80th birthday. He was a grand old man and I will miss him until the day I die.
Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Edward known as " Knip" for most of his life was born in Grafton, WVA. He was one of 11 children , 8 girls and 3 boys, born to Charles and Clara Newhouse Knipple.
His mother died when he was 16 years old, his father died when he was 20. His uncles urged him not to work in the coal mines or the glass factories, so he joined the Army-Air Corp. Because of his religious beliefs he became a reconnaissance aerial and land photographer. He became an expert in his field and won several awards and commendations for his work. When the Army-Air Corp split he found himself in the US Air Force.
While stationed in Germany he met the love of his life-Lora Ellen Womble. She was working with the federal government in the field of communications. They were married in Fayetteville, NC in 1952. They were married 30 years when my mother passed away in 1982.
Dad was in the Air Force from 1945-1970, serving in both Korea and Viet-Nam. When he retired, my parents moved to my mother's home town of Sanford. He figured he had moved my mother all over the world, they could retire to where she grew up as most of his relatives had moved to the Washington,DC/Baltimore area.
One of our favorite postings was at Elgin AFB in Florida. We lived on base, but my dad bought a boat and we had a grand time on the water. One of my parents best friends lived on the bay. We would launch the boat, cruise the water and pull up to their dock.They had one child and we would cook out and swim. Dad would also take us fishing out into the Gulf of Mexico. Most days we would beach the boat on some of the small islands and have picnics.
Dad was a great person, he was a warm, caring individual. His religious beliefs were in line with the Quaker church. He was always helping people who were down on their luck and he helped many people without any thought of repayment.
My dad was one of those people who could fix most things and make a lot more. He was an artist, a bricklayer and woodworker and he loved being a photographer. He loved to work outside in his gardens. He tried a vegetable garden , but the deer loved it more. He loved irises and had many different varieties along with different types of lilies.
Dad did a lot of work around my house -he didn't like to sit around and watch television while the sun was shining. In his later years he became very good at supervising. While my brother's house was being built ,dad was there every day keeping an eye on things.
Dad loved Dodge trucks, And over the years he had several. He loved electronic gadgets of all kinds. When digital cameras came out-he had to have one, same with metal detectors and computers. He was on his fifth computer when he passed away.
Dad was the reason I got into genealogy which of course led to graving. His grandfather died when when his father was just 10 years old. As was the custom in the late 1800's , he was farmed out to other family members. It took Dad, me, forty years and the internet to find out who his grandfather was.
This knowledge led to finding a cousin who lived only 2 hours away. David and he spent many more hours researching the family and family lines. Sadly, David died 6 months after my dad did. But , I benefited from the information they gathered.
My father's health began to fail after being in and out of the hospital for respiratory issues. Once it was discovered he needed a pace maker he started to improve. However, repeated hospitalizations had taken a toll on his body. My dad had decided he wanted to live to be 100 , but his life ended shortly after his 80th birthday. He was a grand old man and I will miss him until the day I die.
Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
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