The Tonal Landscape - Tom R. Selby Memorial

Ash Scattering Memorial for Tom R. Selby - July 2010

Tom R. Selby

Tom R. Selby

February 8,1927 - May 7, 2010

An ash scattering memorial for Tom R. Selby was held on Puget Sound on board the historic passenger ferry Virginia V (http://www.virginiav.org/). The Virginia V picked up the family at Bainbridge Island and took us to the center of the sound where, under a beautifully clear and warm autumn evening sky, the ceremony took place with Seattle and Mt. Rainier providing a dramatic backdrop as the sun set. The ceremony was followed by a catered dinner. Pictures of the event are in the slide show below.

The historic passenger steamer Virginia V approached it dock on Bainbridge Island.

The Virginia V docked prior to disembarking its afternoon charter.

The family gathered to await boarding.

We headed out into Puget sound. Mt. Rainier arose in the background.

Seattle provided a backdrop to the ceremony.

One of the modern passenger and car ferries on its run between Seattle and Bainbridge Island.

Captain Dale M. Pederson conducted the memorial ceremony.

Tom's son Doug read a poem.

Tom's son Tom read the eulogy.

The disposition of the ashes to the deep.

Tom and Doug took a sip of their father's favorite whiskey before emptying the bottle into the sound.

Toms's children Tom, Linda, and Doug at the end of the ceremony.

Afer the ceremony the family enjoyed a catered dinner.

Family photos were on display.

We approached the entrance to Salmon Bay.

Moonrise over the locks on Salmon Bay on our way to the Virginian V's dock on Lake Union.

Crossing the Bar

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me.

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the

boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark.

For though from out of bourne of time

and place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.