Friday, January 06, 2006

My old man

Robert T. Luedemann

at his desk at Curtiss Wright Corporation

about 1943. Thanks to MK for this picture.

Born New York, New York 23 July 1919

Raised Miami Florida

Died New Jersey, 20 May 2001

Beloved son of Captain Robert John Luedemann and Jessie Thom Luedemann


Some verse from the pen of A.E. Housman


Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.

'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.


Stay, if you list, O passer by the way;
Yet night approaches; better not to stay.
I never sigh, nor flush, nor knit the brow,
Nor grieve to think how ill God made me, now.
Here, with one balm for many fevers found,
Whole of an ancient evil, I sleep sound.


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