Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction is holding me fast how How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
He was "Greenspring Farm", and "affected ... in a positive manner" was the story of his life. He was ALWAYS a positive influence.
No Name Man and Ben and I were hanging out in our motel room at York this past January, just talking about stuff. We got into a heavy political and sociological discussion, in which it soon became obvious that Ben and I had diametrically opposite beliefs. We talked it all out, both said everything we wanted to say, shook hands, and went on to talk about something else. He was just that kind of guy. Wise about SO many things about life! I'm really going to miss him; he never missed a gathering of Britbikers ...
Ben, AKA GreenSpringFarm, is the purest, nicest, sweetest person I may have ever known. And I mean that straight from the heart for all time and not just in the emotional moment glow of this current state of shock. He's genuine in the deepest, realest sense that the word conjures.
I'm just looking thru my photos- what an emotional ride this is... Weird but so far I can't find all that many photos of him! I mean to put that in context, I have a few thousand pics to sort thru in photo albums at photo bucket and at zenfolio. And more in my external hard drive!
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"It is no measure of health, to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society."
Alas I can never find the right words at times such as this.
There are acquaintances and there are friends, there are good friends and to quote Mistress Peggy there are friends for life and Ben is one.
In his own quiet, unassuming way Ben was the friend who encouraged us to do things we never dreamt of, helped us along in many ways and ……… and ..…. It is just eleven years that Ben and Peggy have been a part of our lives. The last thing we ever expected was for our friendship with Ben to end in such a way
Our thoughts and prayers are with Peggy, sons Dave & Rob, daughter Beth and their children
Ben old friend may your roads be smooth, the byways twisty and the sun always shine on you
Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures
I've only gotten to know Ben through you gents' touching posts. I'm all the more saddened by not having the opportunity to have met him. To each of you and family, prayers for you all, Godspeed to Ben.
Rich and Rose
1977 T-140V 1973 T-140V 2011 Bonneville SE Author of "Relics and Reminiscing."
Lannis is correct. Obit in the Observer Reporter after 4 AM. Viewing hours Sunday from 4-8 and Monday from 2-4 and 6-8 at Lee and Martin Funeral Home. 73 Highland Ave, Burgettstown PA. Funeral Tuesday 11 AM at Paris Presbyterian Church. Same town. Luncheon following.
Ben's son Dave would like to know if any of us could ride bikes in the procession to the cemetery. I would be willing. Anyone else? That would be (correction) Tuesday after the luncheon. About 1/2 hour away.
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I've only met Ben twice - the two times I attended the TSMR - and had the privilege of a half an hour alone with him at the 2015 gathering. I came away thinking: now here is one of the nicest men I have ever met in my life - I hope he considers me as one of his friends as that is certainly what I consider him. I was thinking that one of the worst parts about missing this year's ride is losing the chance of chatting with him again. Now I will miss that chance forever and it is very saddening. Can't imagine how his family feels. My most heartfelt condolences to all his family and friends.
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I'm devastated to hear this, Ben was such a sweet and caring person. My heart goes out to Peggy and their family. After 17 years of the Three State Ride you guys are like family to us and losing any of you is like losing a part of our own family. This coming weekend won't be the same without Ben and Peggy. I'll miss seeing Peggy taking photos throughout the weekend and hearing Ben playing music in the gazebo.