It's been about 3 weeks now and I still can't believe your gone. Not an hour has passed where I haven't thought about you and hardly a night goes by I haven't dreamed of you at least once. I miss you. I miss the hugs, laughs and the simultaneous sensation of your beard as it scraped my face and the smell of your old spice aftershave. You always smelled so good. You were always so clean. I guess it's time for me to accept and let go, but I can't seem to do it.
How could someone so strong be taken so fast. After all, Dad, you were Larger than Life. So, I will continue to improve myself and honor you by being the father my children deserve, the husband my wife deserves, the friend my friends deserve and the son you deserve. I know I should have made more time with you the past few years and I am sorry. I wish I could turn back the clock. I'll see you when I get there, Dad. Sail on.....
I also wanted to thank all who came to the celebration. Special thanks go out to you, Uncle Paul, for taking charge when I could hardly function. Also, Barbara Vosbury and the EYC staff. My brother, Michael Z. Thank you to Uncle Cool, Aunt Marilyn, cousins Davy, Carrie Marie, Jodi and Kimmi. Was so good to see you. Hope to see you all at the 4th of july reunion in Riverton with the rest of the Lippincotts.
-John Alan Lippincott-
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A note of thanks from Paul
For those of you who were able to attend Trapper’s Celebration of Life last Friday, thank you so much. It couldn’t have been a better way to send off my brother, his close family and friends at a wonderful gathering. The weather was perfect, the boats were perfect, the Navy’s Guard and the bagpipes being in attendance were excellent as well. Over 250 people signed the register, and many stayed the entire time from 11:00 am to after 5:00pm!
Many folks that I haven’t seen in over 30 years came, and the story’s just kept on comin! I know it’s been done, but I sincerely want to thank everyone involved, especially the folks at Eastport Yacht Club, headed up by Barbara Vosbury, who took most all of the burden of organizing that wonderful event .
The support I have received from Trapper’s and our family & friends, has been and continues to be appreciated and warming. Words are not enough, but THANK YOU so much for being there, if not in person, but in thoughts as well.
XXXXXXXOOOOOOO to Trap, love you and miss you. Love, Paul
Many folks that I haven’t seen in over 30 years came, and the story’s just kept on comin! I know it’s been done, but I sincerely want to thank everyone involved, especially the folks at Eastport Yacht Club, headed up by Barbara Vosbury, who took most all of the burden of organizing that wonderful event .
The support I have received from Trapper’s and our family & friends, has been and continues to be appreciated and warming. Words are not enough, but THANK YOU so much for being there, if not in person, but in thoughts as well.
XXXXXXXOOOOOOO to Trap, love you and miss you. Love, Paul
Monday, October 6, 2008
Wraslin' the Bear
All
Most have heard the "Wraslin' the bear" tale and its variations. Mayhaps he DID beat the bear!
The Big C was one hell of a bear and the bear won this time.
I posted the attached at EYC after the memorial. I was concerned that I would offend but that was not the case happily. A copy is available for all who request it at merf@merforiginals.com or just download the attached jpeg if thats computer-doable. Most printers will accept card stock.
A further thought. Since his sailing to the other side I had been searching for the proper words to capture what he meant to me and lots of other folks at EYC. It finally came together in my brainbox at the service. Trap exemplified the "Beauty of Simpification". While complicated internally... he made it all simple and it all made sense to those who knew him.
Keep the faith
merf Moerschel
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Life Celebration
What an amazing day to celebrate Trapper's life ! Clear skies with glorious sun beaming down, low humidity, temp in the low 70s and a 10-15knot breeze. Perfect weather for Trap’s last sail.
As the celebration wound down, I headed down the pier for a final goodbye. Hoisting a final tot with him, the last drops of his Glenlivet hit the bay as a group of juniors raced by to practice mark rounding. Oblivious to the hallowed waters they were treading on, that is the way Trap would want it. Sail on, my friend.
Kirk
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Shooting Star
A shooting star that burned brightly, now extinguished,
gently and genuinely enriching the lives of all who had the fortune to be illuminated by his journey through life.
Jenny and I join with all of Trap's friends in passing our deepest and heartfelt sympathy to the Lippincott family for our loss.
I've always liked the attached picture and thought it should be shared.
Tom and Jenny Hasbrouck
Stand by Me
From Vincent McDermott
MY OLD FRIEND
The news of your passing has tested my memory banks of the many happy years living, working and mostly playing when you where with us during our youth in Riverton. Alan did the best cowardly lion impression ever, and his practical jokes at the Lippincott boat works were so funny I often laughed so hard it would tear me up. He was our big, brave and gentle bear of a friend.
I celebrate with you his life. We shall sail on another day.This old song reminds me of my friend Alan “Trapper” Lippincott
When the night has come
And the land is dark,
And the moon is the only light we'll see.
No I won't be afraid,
Oh I won't be afraid,
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
So darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,
Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me.
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall,
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea.
I won't cry, I won't cry,
No I won't shed a tear,
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
And darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,
Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me.
Darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me.
Whenever you're in trouble
just stand by me,Oh stand by me,
Whoa stand now, oh stand, stand by me.,
by B King
My condolences to the entire Lippincott Family. Thanks Paul
MY OLD FRIEND
The news of your passing has tested my memory banks of the many happy years living, working and mostly playing when you where with us during our youth in Riverton. Alan did the best cowardly lion impression ever, and his practical jokes at the Lippincott boat works were so funny I often laughed so hard it would tear me up. He was our big, brave and gentle bear of a friend.
I celebrate with you his life. We shall sail on another day.This old song reminds me of my friend Alan “Trapper” Lippincott
When the night has come
And the land is dark,
And the moon is the only light we'll see.
No I won't be afraid,
Oh I won't be afraid,
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
So darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,
Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me.
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall,
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea.
I won't cry, I won't cry,
No I won't shed a tear,
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
And darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,
Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me.
Darlin' darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me,Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me.
Whenever you're in trouble
just stand by me,Oh stand by me,
Whoa stand now, oh stand, stand by me.,
by B King
My condolences to the entire Lippincott Family. Thanks Paul
Larger than Life
Trapper,
You were larger than life, I knew this from the first time I met you. We were sailing on L’outrage, I think it was a race to Baltimore. You kept telling Bruce, go to the beach.We skirted the shore line and slid and across the openings of rivers and creeks. You kept talking about the river slide and kept looking for those elusive zephyrs. You always would say look thru these sunglasses, you need the right ones to see the Zephyrs. All the time you had that big devious grin on your face.
I watched you sail your beloved star boat and you always helped others along the way. After the races you would often hold court in the yard behind the boats, it was always great to here your stories. You always managed to have the boat box stocked and ready to go.
You were always at the club and held your traditional place at the end of the bar. I think you sat there so that could greet everyone that came in. It seemed that every one knew you and were always happy to see you. The kids were always excited to see there uncle Trap and always wanted to climb up on your lap. It amazed me that every one that came knew you and were always happy that you were there.
You always brought a smile to every one face that you came in contact with, Trap you were larger life.
Go with speed and the graces of the wind
Jamey
You were larger than life, I knew this from the first time I met you. We were sailing on L’outrage, I think it was a race to Baltimore. You kept telling Bruce, go to the beach.We skirted the shore line and slid and across the openings of rivers and creeks. You kept talking about the river slide and kept looking for those elusive zephyrs. You always would say look thru these sunglasses, you need the right ones to see the Zephyrs. All the time you had that big devious grin on your face.
I watched you sail your beloved star boat and you always helped others along the way. After the races you would often hold court in the yard behind the boats, it was always great to here your stories. You always managed to have the boat box stocked and ready to go.
You were always at the club and held your traditional place at the end of the bar. I think you sat there so that could greet everyone that came in. It seemed that every one knew you and were always happy to see you. The kids were always excited to see there uncle Trap and always wanted to climb up on your lap. It amazed me that every one that came knew you and were always happy that you were there.
You always brought a smile to every one face that you came in contact with, Trap you were larger life.
Go with speed and the graces of the wind
Jamey
Old Times
Not at all sure if this will work, but I am writing to reflect on some early times sailing with Trapper. I crewed for him on his Duster in the 1960's. During the Nationals, a shroud came off the spreader tip and I went up the mast to try and re-attach it. Everyone thought Trapper had gotten angry and chased me up the mast, but that is NOT true! What was remarkable is that he kept the boat upright in spite of heavy air and a nasty chop, and me up the mast! It was a lesson in seamanship beyond his racing ability.
Over the last 12 years, I would visit him at SSA in my travels, and we talked about things beyond sailing. I came to realize he was much more complex than remembered as a schoolboy. He had taken up painting in oils for a time, and had some startling things to say about his life.
Despite not seeing him much, I will always remember him for his outrageous humor and outlandish pranks. And I will miss him, as much as his very extended family (whether related or not).
My best wishes to all of his family, friends, and sailors.
-Jeff Wightman, Gardiner, NY
Over the last 12 years, I would visit him at SSA in my travels, and we talked about things beyond sailing. I came to realize he was much more complex than remembered as a schoolboy. He had taken up painting in oils for a time, and had some startling things to say about his life.
Despite not seeing him much, I will always remember him for his outrageous humor and outlandish pranks. And I will miss him, as much as his very extended family (whether related or not).
My best wishes to all of his family, friends, and sailors.
-Jeff Wightman, Gardiner, NY
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Thanks for all the memories...
TRAPPER,
Thank-you for what you leave in me, You will always be in my heart...
I think I can speak for everybody, Thanks for all the memories....
This is from all your friends...
God Bless,
I think I can speak for everybody, Thanks for all the memories....
This is from all your friends...
God Bless,
Kipp Gardener
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