Pam died suddenly the summer of 64. She was a sweet lovely girl. Not long ago visited her grave at Knollwood. Her tombstone has a poem she wrote inscribed on it and her distinctive signature engraved as well.
As many know, Pam died the summer after we graduated. Some of us were her pallbearers just before we left for college.
Over the years I have visited her grave at Knollwood which is also close to the grave of Buddy Greiner who died in 1987. Pam's tombstone is inscribed with a poem she wrote and her signature. The poem is below.
For the mighty form has blown its course
Its furious gale has pounded and worn the rocks, And thee -
And Gone oh child, my child.
You are born of the form and the sea
So are we all. But you won
And behold you are a child no more.
For when tomorrow becomes yesterday and on to yesteryear
I didn't know Pamela all that well. But, the old memories of her and Shaker, and John Berkobein and Buddy Greiner and Rick Cooper and all the other classmates we have lost over the lasat 5 decades, are very precious to me and I miss being with them.
The summer after we graduated, I worked that summer at Brown-Forward and I was part of the funeral party. I'll never forget the crazy mixed emotions I have, to remember those times.
Joseph G Blake
Pam died suddenly the summer of 64. She was a sweet lovely girl. Not long ago visited her grave at Knollwood. Her tombstone has a poem she wrote inscribed on it and her distinctive signature engraved as well.Judd Wellington Stroud
Pam sat next to me at graduation. She was the sweetest girl I could ever imagine. You are truly missed Pam!
Joseph G Blake
As many know, Pam died the summer after we graduated. Some of us were her pallbearers just before we left for college.
Over the years I have visited her grave at Knollwood which is also close to the grave of Buddy Greiner who died in 1987. Pam's tombstone is inscribed with a poem she wrote and her signature. The poem is below.
For the mighty form has blown its course
Its furious gale has pounded and worn the rocks, And thee -
And Gone oh child, my child.
You are born of the form and the sea
So are we all. But you won
And behold you are a child no more.
For when tomorrow becomes yesterday and on to yesteryear
That which has lived lives but once
Then dies and sinks to memory
and what is done cannot be undone.
Pamela Hopkins
John G Corlett
I didn't know Pamela all that well. But, the old memories of her and Shaker, and John Berkobein and Buddy Greiner and Rick Cooper and all the other classmates we have lost over the lasat 5 decades, are very precious to me and I miss being with them.
The summer after we graduated, I worked that summer at Brown-Forward and I was part of the funeral party. I'll never forget the crazy mixed emotions I have, to remember those times.