duke and law

TRAPPER,
HOW I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU…………….

P.S. “OBEDIENT” ???? J)))

R.C. HENDRICKSON “DU”

John Wayne: What the Scout Law means to me
A great American, John Wayne, passed away many years ago. One of his last public appearances was at a dinner. He was riddled with cancer and knew he was close to death. The purpose of the dinner was to benefit a land purchase for a Scout Reservation called John Wayne Outpost Camp. At this dinner, Wayne recited the Scout Law. Then he did something unusual, he said the twelve points of the Scout Law are "nice words". "Trouble is" he continued. "we learn them so young we sometimes don't get all the understanding that goes with them. I take care of that in my family. As each boy reaches Scout age, I make sure he learns the Scout Law. Then I break it down for him, with a few things I have picked up in more than half a century since I learned it." Then Wayne proceeded to explain the importance of the Scout Law, breaking it down for the guests at the dinner; much like he would have for his grandson.

TRUSTWORTHY The badge of honesty. Having it lets you look at any man in the eye. Lacking it he won't look back. Keep this one at the top of your list.
LOYAL The Very word is life itself, for without loyalty we have no love of person or country
HELPFUL Part sharing, part caring. By helping each other, we help ourselves, not to mention mankind. Be always full of help -- the dying man's last words.
FRIENDLY Brotherhood is part of that word. You can take it in a lot of directions - and do - but make sure and start with brotherhood.
COURTEOUS Allow each person his human dignity which means a lot more than saying, "yes ma'am" and "thank you sir". It reflects an attitude that later in life you wish you had honored more... earlier in life. Save yourself that problem. Do it now.
KIND This one word would stop wars and erase hatreds. But its like your bicycle, its just no good unless you get out and use it.
OBEDIENT Starts at home. Practice it in your family. Enlarge it in your friends. Share it with humanity.
CHEERFUL Anyone can put on a happy face when the going is good. The secret is to wear it as a mask for your problems. It might surprise you how many others do the same thing. THRIFTY Means a lot more than putting pennies away, and it is the opposite of cheap. Common sense covers it just about as well as anything.
BRAVE You don't have to fight to be brave. Millions of good, fine, decent folks show more bravery than heavyweight champs just by getting out of bed every morning, going out to do a good day's work and living the best life they know how against the law of odds.
CLEAN Soap and waters help a lot on the outside. But it is the inside that counts and don't ever forget it.
REVERENT Believe in anything that you want to believe in, but keep God at the top of it. With Him, life can be a beautiful experience. Without Him, you are just biding time

My Dad, Larger than Life

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-

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

Finish Line

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

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

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

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

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

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,

Kipp Gardener

The Early Years.......

I can speak to the early years of Trappers life. I met the Trap in July 1951 when I moved next door as a young buck. He and brother Dave were sitting in a little kiddie pool in their backyard as we pulled up to our new house in Riverton, NJ. Parked across the street in an empty lot was father Stan Lippincott's Star boat. I have memories of Little Trapper and Dave collecting frogs and turtles from the nearby Delaware river and along with some furry critters they had the first petting zoo of it's kind that I know of. But mostly I remember him fondly as the Jokester extraordinaire and one hell of a sailor. My favorite story took place circa 1966. It was a cold night and us underage teens were tuning-up with some beer in preparation for the Friday night trip to the local record hop. We were drinking in the storage shed at the Lippincott Boat Works and Trap was trying to expedite us as he broke our onions about how slow we drank and how fast he was. It was very dark in there and suddenly we heard the sound of running water, was it? What's that noise? Cousin Jimmy remarked, and he bent over to look under the boat where the sound seemed to be coming from. Then.........."Trapper, you're busted!" It seems that the sound was beer dripping from the stock boat we were standing next to. Trapper had been pouring out his beer into the hull of that boat..........but the bail-or was open and it ran straight out and formed a puddle of foam. Jimmy broke his chops for weeks after that. A classic Trapper trick.

So God bless and keep you mon Trap, gone but never forgotten.

Robert Gwynn
Riverton, NJ

Directions to EYC

Hate to send you to another website, but Eastport Yacht Club's site has a great map and directions.

http://www.eastportyc.org/about/map.php

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.

By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Trapper,
We wish you a fond farewell and we know that you are in God’s special place and resting peacefully, and enjoying the company of those that left before you, Basil, Monte, “the Jit man” and Marjorie, you were a great friend to us all and we will miss you!

Rest in peace my brother!
Steven Kelly

Services

Celebration of Life for

Alan "Trapper" Walz Lippincott

Friday October 3, 11:00 a.m.

Eastport Yacht Club.

Gob Bless You Trapper

Dear Trap,

I know this note finds you well and that you had a peaceful sail home, But I feel like such a fool, I didn't know you would be leaving so soon. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Once again you have shocked me. But that was your way wasn't it? You always knew where to find the right wind and that it would take you where you needed to be, whether the rest of us knew it or not. You did the right thing and I know you are happy now, but I miss you. I miss you terribly. I wasn't ready for you to go. Could I ever have been? Surely not, that's inconceivable. You meant too much to me.

I went to the Club tonight, just to feel you a bit. I haven't been there in months and didn't expect much without you there. I was wrong. You were everywhere. It was so touching to see your chair adorned with a spray of wheat grass and dusty miller tied across it with a black bow. Your chair is reserved forever. Juanita still has a scotch sitting there for you, just in case, and your friends were there comforting each other in your absence. It was weird - the moment so full of you and empty of you at the same time. Will I really not see you again? Is that possible? No, surely not.

We will be all be together again some day. In the mean time, you must know, I love you, I miss you and always will. But you are in the right place now, I know that. The comfort we can all take is that God now holds you in his arms and that you are warm and peaceful in safe harbor. Please save us all a place in the good seats for when we can join you.

With undying love,
Tantzi

From Tarp

Trapper,
Although are paths have not crossed as often as I would have liked this past decade or so, when they did you were still the fun loving, gentle, kind giant of a man as you were when I first met you in 1964 at the RYC. While reading the comments on your blog I realize that you have many friends and family that love you. I am sure you are extremely proud of what Paul has done - not just for you, but for all of us who now have a chance to say We will miss you and the joy that you brought to all of our lives. I have Hope, so I will see you again. Take care for now.
Ciao,
Tarp

Trapps

I grew up sailing with and against Trapper sailing Dusters at Riverton Yacht Club. This was the home of Lippincott Boat Works, where Trapper and his Uncles and Cousins worked and built
Stars, Comets and Lightnings. Trapper had a Duster named EBFM he said it meant Every Body Follow Me, we were not so sure, but it seemed to work a lot.

Trapper become one of the premier crews in his prime. He crewed for his cousin Jimmy, Durwood Knowles and many others.
I still have great memories of attending "functions" (and event with good groceries (food) and cocktails) and hanging out at the Riverton Yacht Club parking lot with the gang. Later on hanging out at Eastport Yacht Club, which in later years became his host club.

As Trapper goes off to meet up with his cousin Jimmy at the great regatta in the sky, we miss him. But as we move on with great memories we know that Trapper is entertaining a large group.

Terry Rapp

From Cousin Tom

Paul,
I'm sitting here with a crooked grin on my face... kind of a choked up smile...Trap was always larger then life to me. The one cousin who made me wish Iwas older so I could hang out with him. One summer in the 80's I crewed for Trap all summer, I think we won the Spring series, Oxford regatta and Fall windup! Inever liked sitting up front but when Trapper asked me if I wanted to crew there was no hesitation, I had a blast laughing my way around the buoys all summer! I have been following the blog and mentioned to Skip today that I wanted to go see him on Wednesday...He called me back and said Trap had passed.

Larger then life, with a heart as big as they come.

Let me know if there is anything I do.
Cousin Tom