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Bearer of bad news, the Father of all things Clock related has
left
this bit of time and is headed for another location where clocks
don't matter.
He was my friend and a baker extraordinaire. (sorry if this
category is wrong).
Farmer John
https://www.halfbak...com/user/FarmerJohn
The Great Baker of Clocks ... and other stuff [pertinax, Jul 01 2022]
Somehow this fits
Times_20and_20Seasons
Clockwork [RayfordSteele, Jul 02 2022]
[link]
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Very sorry to hear that. Is there going to be any more information? |
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halfbakery: remembrance: halfbaker |
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He left a letter for us for when he passed. It's on our
facebook page. I do not think he wanted it posted here, but I
know there are people who remember his so well, I don't
think it's fair to not let them know. He didn't say not to, so I'm
letting people know.
No further details except it was a return of the prior disease
he had, but this time he's a decade older. |
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He was my favorite. So talented and never a bit of
bile in him. I remember the first day he
complimented one of my early ideas. You'd have
thought Harrison Ford had asked for my autograph
the way I felt right then. (Yes, I was much lonlier
back then). I was so sad to hear that there was
some blowup that had happened to upset folk. |
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I was outside the loop and just noticed the holes left behind. |
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I'm pretty sure most of us were. Care to elaborate? |
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The way I remember it, he bumped heads with [jutta] and
left. I'm very grateful that he didn't delete his account on the
way out. Nothing horrifying happened - just a regrettable
clash of personalities. I hope that satisfies your curiosity,
[2 fries]. |
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who are we talking about?!!!! |
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"God is a dyslexic man's best friend." |
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Thank you Farmer John for that and all the others. |
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I recall another poster asking me if I was secretly
farmer john after I posted an idea, and it was one
of the best compliments I ever received here. He
was a very creative person, and sadly missed for
many years, and now even more sadly no longer
with us at all except for his lasting legacy of ideas. |
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I believe the letter is on his own fb page. |
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I'm not on fb. Can the letter be placed here using
some means? It's obviously not private as everyone
on fb can read it. |
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"Auto Obituary (svenska översättning längre ner) |
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There always seems to be some uncertainty on Facebook if a
person has passed away, or not. Well, yes, I’m really dead. I always
thought I would die of Alzheimer’s or heart problems, like close
relatives, and therefore, I kept my body and brain well trained. Guess
my surprise when cancer got me instead! I’ve never smoked, but
lung cancer killed me. Yep, I “bought the farm”; I “croaked”; I’m
“pining for the fjords”, have ceased to be, am expired, and I’m a stiff,
bereft of life and resting in peace, etc. If you hadn't nailed me the
perch, I’d be “pushing up the daisies”!
I wish to thank excellent Swedish health care and my family's
support for a few extra years of life, but I was just a 76 year old
boomer, too old to live. I just hope I’ve left the world a better place
than I found it. As I see it, there’s no “meaning of life “. It’s all self
importance and evolution.
Many think death means that the body decays, while the soul lives
on. My thoughts were the opposite! My “soul” never existed (such as
before conception), only consciousness, and my body, before
cremation, will be donated to Karolinska institute for student
training and research.
I have been on death’s doorstep before, so I was without sorrow or
grief." |
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If anyone can think of a really good clock/time title I'd
really
like to change it. We could kinda have a contest, maybe. I
think he would smile at that. |
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pertinax: you are correct with your reasoning but he never
told me the specifics. Thank you for attending to the
details. I have been limited with time as a close family
member passed last week and this was yet another kick in
the gut. Yup. I was a mess learning this. |
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He took the drawings he had claim on,
and wanted to keep. Some of them are off a link of
Bristols. |
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// a really good clock/time title // |
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My grandfather's clock was too large for the
shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was
born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for
flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled
chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died |
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Rayford??? You? Made me cry. |
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[Rayford], you rock. Thank you. |
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And thank you [blissy] for this post. I wish I knew the man
like the rest of yous. |
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whatrock, there are legends, and then there are super
legends. You would have had fun with him. |
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I sometimes wistfully wish I was in on the real-world social group many other half-bakers seem to enjoy. |
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You are, you just didn't agree to it. |
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My condolences to those who've lost a good friend and a
much-admired writer. |
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For the record, the "clash of personalities" that resulted in
FarmerJohn leaving the halfbakery was pretty sudden,
one-sided, and unintentional on my part. I'm sorry we never
had
the chance to reconcile. |
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Blissmiss, thanks for passing on the notice. |
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I never got to know him. I was intimidated by the shear magnitude of his creativity and just kept my distance. |
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It is like that with many of you. |
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I got to read a majority of his postings and annos as he posted them, (no easy task, what a prolific art filled mind) and built a simulation of him in my own mind which... helps me when I build things in my head. |
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I've done that with as many of you as I could contain.
I hope that's okay... |
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We all might not all talk a lot in meat space, but we talk an awful lot in my head. |
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Nobody is gone as long as they're remembered. |
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A minor point, mightn't the "j" in the title word be raised in
stature to a full "J" ? |
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I have a spare one here if you like: J |
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//I've done that with as many of you as I could contain.// My simulacrum wants a big, juicy burger every day and a big window when it rains, please. |
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hmmm, you'll get tired of the same burger soon. Let my wife and I change it up once in a while and the burger will be waiting if you prefer.
There's an open air gazebo with a central hearth for when it rains and you can add windows with just a thought. |
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The thought-cabin for [blissmiss] is coming along nicely.
A treetop affair and has a water counter-weight elevator. |
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I presume mine is dutifully equipped with an iron
maiden, some hot coals, and a bed of nails to sleep
on? |
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Naw dude. You and I hike and camp and talk. |
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[jutta] I remember it well and I'm sad to say his reaction was
unexplained and out of character. |
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2 fries, I forgot, remind me, my new home is in Canada,
right. GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS COUNTRY PLEASE.
I would look good in muck-lucks. Can't wait to see the new
homestead. I forgot, I was supposed to help with the
renovations, wasn't I? |
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Jutta, he never spoke about it afterwards. Maybe there was
something that was bothering him that we weren't privy to.
Not aligned with his day-to-day character. Let that memory
rest in peace as well. |
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"A minor point, mightn't the "j" in the title word be raised in
stature to a full "J" ?" |
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Done. An oversight since I was probably still crying
whenever I thought that such a prolific and sensitive writer
could ever be gone for good. |
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//GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS COUNTRY PLEASE.// |
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We shall outfit the dogsled straight away m'lady.
P.S. we're like six minutes from the Spokane Washington border. You can just walk across if you take the trails. |
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I have been in touch with his wife. She said she remembered how much fun the HB had brought to their lives. |
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