Contributions to the tribute of Arthur C Rediske

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Maitri posted a condolence

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

"To my one and only Wabbit. We have been married for 28,105 days. It has been a wonderful trip. I do not know how many days we may have together, I will always love you. No matter where I shall be. If we are parted, I will come to you and whisper in your right ear "I am ok and we will again be together for eternity." From your one and only Squirrel. 8-6-2019" (one of the many love notes from Art to his wife, Lois)

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Maitri posted a condolence

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

A February 14, 2020 love note from Art ("squirrel") to Lois ("wabbit"): "I have not forgotten Valentine's Day, I just could not get to a store and buy you a proper card. Therefore, I will attempt to make a card especially for you. A squirrel is making this Valentine card, would you believe that? Happy Valentine's Day to the only Wabbit in the completely wide world. I will always love you, wherever we may be. Happy Valentine's Day! 2/14/2020"

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Maitri posted a condolence

Thursday, April 8, 2021

GHOST FLIGHT by Maitri Sojourner I saw you out of the corner of my eye I turned and here you floated in With a singularity of purpose Spread largeâ€”nearly four feetâ€”breeze fluttering your wingtips Like riffles in a stream I saw you come so quickly Iâ€™m not sure I could have described you yet You landed atop the fence post Your toes curling over the weather-worn wood You stretched your neck And swiveled it around on its axis, looking Disembodied from the rest of you Your yellow beak and earless head Narrowed the field as to your identity Burnt umber streaks among the cream were Daubed down your chest, Cream on cocoa brown on your back Like a Seurat painting left in the rain Two large circles, touching like an Infinity sign, cradled the eyes Those eyesâ€”so inquisitive, so attentive, so Alive! Why were you here in daylight? I thought you haunted at night A silent ghost among the branches My breath catches I remember now I told my father he could fly That he could go now And he did But last Novemberâ€™s letter said Heâ€™d come back to me if he could And whisper in my ear And then you came Flying in And then you were gone

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Maitri posted a condolence

Thursday, April 8, 2021

BROWN LAMENT by Maitri Sojourner There he hangs, on the wall I kiss my fatherâ€™s portrait An imperfect image Burnt umber, cadmium red follows one cheek Light peach glows on the forehead Lips thin, pursed gently Dimples Mona Lisa would be proud of There he hangs on the wall Opposite my motherâ€™s chair Shall I take it down? I ask her Is it too raw to look at? Leave it, she says Better than the hospital bed The one he played with last month There he hangs on the wall In his gray suit and tie He looks at me as I enter the room I reach up and touch his cheek I didnâ€™t get the eyes quite right How do you capture that shade of brown? Brown like a cup of cocoa I could fall into There he hangs on the wall His eyes changed near the end Changed to my hazel When all I ever wanted was his brown

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Maitri Sojourner posted a condolence

Monday, February 8, 2021

Art's wife, Lois, wanted the family to add the following: Art published several professional papers during his tenure at Hanford. They can be accessed in the Hanford library, or through the Instrument Society of America of which he was a member. He also had articles published in several jewelry magazines, and also in woodworking and archery magazines.

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