The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-William Butler Yeats
James S. Eakin
Funeral for James S. Eakin, a retired riverboat pilot who died Thursday of a heart attack, will be at 2 p.m. Monday in Peake Memorial Chapel. He was 57.
Interment will be in Lincoln Memorial Park.
Born Jan. 17, 1916, in The Dalles, Mr. Eakin was a lifetime resident of Oregon. At his death, he lived in Clackamas.
A riverboat captain for 28 years, Mr. Eakin worked for Gray Line Co. until his health forced his retirement in 1972.
Survivors include his wife, Eleanor; three sons, Robert of Portland, Neil and Michael, both of Clackamas, and two daughters, Phyllis and Sharon, both of Clackamas.
*Published in The Sunday Oregonian, June 17 1973.
*James was the Captain of The Columbia Sightseer for many years.
*James married Virginia Florence Adamson on March 7 1938 in Skamania County, Washington.
They had 1 Child:
Robert James Eakin
1939-1979
*James married Eleanor Olive Hawes On July 24 1943.
They had 4 Children:
Neil Roger Eakin
1945-2011
*James died at home of a Heart Attack.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-William Butler Yeats
James S. Eakin
Funeral for James S. Eakin, a retired riverboat pilot who died Thursday of a heart attack, will be at 2 p.m. Monday in Peake Memorial Chapel. He was 57.
Interment will be in Lincoln Memorial Park.
Born Jan. 17, 1916, in The Dalles, Mr. Eakin was a lifetime resident of Oregon. At his death, he lived in Clackamas.
A riverboat captain for 28 years, Mr. Eakin worked for Gray Line Co. until his health forced his retirement in 1972.
Survivors include his wife, Eleanor; three sons, Robert of Portland, Neil and Michael, both of Clackamas, and two daughters, Phyllis and Sharon, both of Clackamas.
*Published in The Sunday Oregonian, June 17 1973.
*James was the Captain of The Columbia Sightseer for many years.
*James married Virginia Florence Adamson on March 7 1938 in Skamania County, Washington.
They had 1 Child:
Robert James Eakin
1939-1979
*James married Eleanor Olive Hawes On July 24 1943.
They had 4 Children:
Neil Roger Eakin
1945-2011
*James died at home of a Heart Attack.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-William Butler Yeats
James S. Eakin
Funeral for James S. Eakin, a retired riverboat pilot who died Thursday of a heart attack, will be at 2 p.m. Monday in Peake Memorial Chapel. He was 57.
Interment will be in Lincoln Memorial Park.
Born Jan. 17, 1916, in The Dalles, Mr. Eakin was a lifetime resident of Oregon. At his death, he lived in Clackamas.
A riverboat captain for 28 years, Mr. Eakin worked for Gray Line Co. until his health forced his retirement in 1972.
Survivors include his wife, Eleanor; three sons, Robert of Portland, Neil and Michael, both of Clackamas, and two daughters, Phyllis and Sharon, both of Clackamas.
*Published in The Sunday Oregonian, June 17 1973.
*James was the Captain of The Columbia Sightseer for many years.
*James married Virginia Florence Adamson on March 7 1938 in Skamania County, Washington.
They had 1 Child:
Robert James Eakin
1939-1979
*James married Eleanor Olive Hawes On July 24 1943.
They had 4 Children:
Neil Roger Eakin
1945-2011
*James died at home of a Heart Attack.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-William Butler Yeats
James S. Eakin
Funeral for James S. Eakin, a retired riverboat pilot who died Thursday of a heart attack, will be at 2 p.m. Monday in Peake Memorial Chapel. He was 57.
Interment will be in Lincoln Memorial Park.
Born Jan. 17, 1916, in The Dalles, Mr. Eakin was a lifetime resident of Oregon. At his death, he lived in Clackamas.
A riverboat captain for 28 years, Mr. Eakin worked for Gray Line Co. until his health forced his retirement in 1972.
Survivors include his wife, Eleanor; three sons, Robert of Portland, Neil and Michael, both of Clackamas, and two daughters, Phyllis and Sharon, both of Clackamas.
*Published in The Sunday Oregonian, June 17 1973.
*James was the Captain of The Columbia Sightseer for many years.
*James married Virginia Florence Adamson on March 7 1938 in Skamania County, Washington.
They had 1 Child:
Robert James Eakin
1939-1979
*James married Eleanor Olive Hawes On July 24 1943.
They had 4 Children:
Neil Roger Eakin
1945-2011
*James died at home of a Heart Attack.
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