Buddha ( tommy) was my second boyfriend we Attended flushing high together and after school we would take the train to the city and shop for stereo equipment that was his passion. My best childhood memories are of times spent with Buddha, Shaw-née Mrs. Smalls and tahnee. ive passed on so many stories to my four children about my high school years in east elmhurst, most include Buddha, he was so nice but I was young and didn't really appreciate him. I was so sad to hear he passed I learned of his death when Delores was on a competitive bueaty tv show. reading what Vivian calendar wrote reminded me of our unique teenage years so many wonderful memories. Thant you Buddha and the smalls family for your influence and kindness. Very sorry for your loss.
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| Barbara Cancryn | Esq. | February 3, 2021 |
Buddha ( tommy) was my second boyfriend we Attended flushing high together and after school we would take the train to the city and shop for stereo equipment that was his passion. My best childhood memories are of times spent with Buddha, Shaw-née Mrs. Smalls and tahnee. ive passed on so many stories to my four children about my high school years in east elmhurst, most include Buddha, he was so nice but I was young and didn't really appreciate him. I was so sad to hear he passed I learned of his death when Delores was on a competitive bueaty tv show. reading what Vivian calendar wrote reminded me of our unique teenage years so many wonderful memories. Thant you Buddha and the smalls family for your influence and kindness. Very sorry for your loss.
| All is Well... |
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland
~ Henry Scott Holland
| Memories from Ditmars.. |
My name is Vivian Callender. I grew up right across the street from Shawn-nee, Laura and of course, Buddah...I became friends with the Smalls family in 1966 when I was eight years old. Buddah was a unique friend to me for essentially, I was tight with his sister, Shawn-nee and sometimes, Laura! Mrs. Smalls was my idol. I wanted to be her. Uncle Bobby, Aunt Penny, Ronald, the Feddah, Freida and Fritz (the dogs) and Mr. Smalls was the kindest, funniest person (besides my own crazy father, Rupert Callender) I had ever met. I remember the day, he passed away..Never forget it. I remember Tommy was such a mix of pride for all that his father had accomplished and so sad that his Dad had suffered and was gone from the earth. I do remember him waving the banner from James Brown that had been on the wreath at his father's funeral. Still cry. I will never forget Tommy but for me, he is Buddah and I see him and feel him hanging on the stoop of 108-28 Ditmars with Mike, Waynnneeeee, Pam (when allowed to hang), Veronica, Monica (Bobby's girrrlll) Nathan, Avery walking by, Melvin, Anthony Cromer, Mark Clark, and on and on...Mrs. Smalls would come home from work and could barely get in her door for all of us on the stoop.. Rusty and Lee Moody. OMG.. It was such a blessing to read about the wonderful life Tommy created with God's love and grace and guidance for himself and his family and this world. He is still with us and will always be in my heart and soul forever. . Vivian Mildred Callender of 108-21 Ditmars...
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| The Warriors Prayer |
My Grandfather is the Fire
My Grandmother is the Wind
The Earth is my Mother
The Great Spirit is my Father
The World stopped at my birth and laid itself at my feet
And I shall swallow the Earth whole when I die,
and the Earth and I will be one.
Hail The Great Spirit, my Father, without him no one
could exist because there would be no will to live.
Hail The Earth, my Mother, without which no food
could be grown and so cause the will to live to starve.
Hail the wind, my Grandmother, for she brings loving,
life-giving rain nourishing us as she nourishes our crops.
Hail the fire, my Grandfather, for the light, the warmth,
the comfort he brings without which we be animals, not men.
Hail my parent and grandparents without which,
not I, nor you, nor anyone else could have existed.
Life gives life which gives unto itself a promise of new life.
Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the Wind, the Fire
praise my parents loudly for they are your parents, too.
Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life please accept this
humble offering of prayer, this offering of praise,
this honest reverence of my love for you.
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