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The Lincoln Highway National Museum & Archives 102 Old Lincoln Way West Galion, Ohio 44833 (419) 462-2212 Voice |
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Dear Friends,
We're almost home now,
I stopped by to visit with Fred many times
In its day,
We always met in the kitchen,
The kitchen was small,
There was an old gas stove for cooking,
Always we would sit at the table and talk.
Turns out,
At 86 his eyes were getting bad,
He seemed to be writing constantly,
On occasion,
It seemed as though thing were not good between them.
I did not pry.
One day I volunteered to transcribe
He was thrilled!!
Several days later,
All excited,
Then one day while reading the local paper,
Soon there after he took ill and moved out of the house.
Almost two years pass,
I remembered the guardianship proceedings,
He'd been in the hospital for some time,
It was good to see him again.
One day to my surprise,
It was very fruitful and when she left,
It's now several days before Christmas 1989,
I stopped by to see Marie
They always referred to the houses as 448 and 452.
She invited me in,
It was the beginning of a wonderful 13 year relationship,
We began to work together cleaning and sorting
You couldn't believe it.
There was stuff every where...
One day I came across an onion skin copy of a Discourse titled:
I felt if of such significance,
I remember reading it to Fred,
He paused for a moment and said,
The attorney was brought in,
Thus began the long and difficult process of sorting it out.
I was amazed at the volume and scope of the material.
You name it he had it...and in spades.
Soon there after he had a stroke,
He could listen and understand as always,
I told him not to worry,
Not long after that he passed away,
Marie called to give me the news..
His daughter asked if I would speak at the funeral.
Of course, but what to say...
I thought back to the time when Marie and I first met,
Wouldn't it be cool to read his own words??
I looked high and low,
OK, so now on to plan "B"
Not long before his passing,
It was perfect.
I stayed up half the night and prepared
At the funeral,
We laid him to rest later that day....
This is his obit from the Shipmate.
Warmest Regards,
Since November 9, 2003
so hang in there.
after that first encounter.
the house was quite the show place,
and center of activity,
but was now showing signs of neglect and decay.
he did not permit travel into other parts of the house.
10x8 and sparely furnished.
a built in refrigerator from the 40's,
an old style sink with drain board,
a small canning table in the center of the room,
two wooden chairs with foam pads tied together with rope,
and a small wood burning stove.
he went to the US Naval Academy from 1917-1922,
and traveled all over the world,
living in both China and Haiti
for extended periods of time.
so on many occasions I would read to him one
of his many writings...
on just about anything.
his wife, Marie would stop by...
she lived next door.
one of his writings to computer.
I returned to read the completed work.
he began to speak of cataloging his books and writings
into a library for those so inclined.
I noticed he petitioned the Probate Court
for appointment of a Guardian.
it's now 1989 and one day I feel nudged to
"Go see Fred Biehl."
and called his attorney.
and was resting comfortably in a private home,
but was now blind in both eyes.
I called and made an appointment.
Marie showed up and we had a chance to speak for the first time.
I said, "If there is anything I can ever do...let me know."
and Santa...that's me,
was out on his appointed rounds delivering coca mats.
and was startled by her presence
on the back stoop of 448.
and the rest is pretty much history.
which lasted until her death this last year at the age of 99.
material in both 448 and 452.
"Follow the Star"
written by Frederick Harmad, aka Fred Biehl
while in China back in the late 20's.
I immediately began to copy it into the computer.
and he was pleased I'd taken the initiative.
"Perhaps it is time to pass the torch
and give you all my books and papers."
papers were signed and box after box of material
was carted away.
his motor skills were fine, but he lost his ability to speak
When he did try it would come out in gibberish.
so we began to asking yes or no questions
and waited for a nod or squeeze of the hand for acknowledgment.
He seemed frustrated, there was so much yet to do.
if he wanted to go,
I would "Endeavor to Persevere"
and continue with
"The Great Work"
as he called it.
three days before his 91st birthday.
she showed me the eulogy Fred had read at his mothers funeral.
but it was not to be found,
Fred came to me in a dream and said,
"Always remember...Follow the Star".
copies for all those in attendance.
I read the forward and was surprised
at how similar it was to my own experiences.



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