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Manfred Nortbert Klemme March 13, 1940 - July 2, 2010

Manfred Nortbert Klemme March 13, 1940 - July 2, 2010

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My uncle was an inventor and a sailor. He thought deeply. He lived every second with appreciation and his wonderful laugh. Everything was an adventure; everything was of fine quality; everything had been earned. He came from a prairie shanty made of sod with no electricity or plumbing and a religion that condemned movies and music as sinful. He received the highest accolades and awards possible in motion picture and sound technology. He loved his family, and he loved his friends. He loved me and did all he could for me, helping me to become whatever good I am today. His middle name signified the North Star, and this pleased him.

This is his favourite poem. He named his boats after it.

Invictus - William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Here he is, laughing with his friends on his boat last October with little Snapey, who was dear to him, small as he is.



Thank you for all your kind good wishes. I will respond very soon. If you light candles, please light a candle for him, or take a drink, if you drink at all.

How he loved the fourth of July. He held it de rigeur to have fried chicken, potato salad, bean salad, fireworks and beer. I shall have those things tomorrow (except the fireworks, which are illegal here and thus a wee bit tricky.)
  • Your uncle sounds like a splendid and inspiring man who had wonderful taste in poetry.

    {{hugs}}
    Irish
  • Sounds like a fine man, may he rest in peace.
  • I love this picture of Uncle. I remember it from Lil!Snapey's journal last year. Whenever you speak of your Uncle, I think of this picture - it's so full of joy and light. I'm sorry you're hurting so deeply, but that's the price of loving deeply. :'-(

    Peace to his memory, and comfort to you and your family and loved ones. *hugs*
  • (((Hugs)))

    “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”

    Eskimo Proverb
  • Death be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not soe,
    For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
    Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
    From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
    Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
    And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
    Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
    Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
    And dost with poyson, warre, and sickness dwell,
    Ans poppie, 'or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
    And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
    One short sleepe past, we wake eternally,
    And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.

    John Donne
    written in the English of his time.
  • I am so sorry for your loss, my dear. He sounds like he was a man of courage. You will both be in my prayers.

    xx
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