Memorial to Ben Pooley.
I do not recall formally meeting Ben. He arrived at parties with Lizzy and was just always “Ben”. Like many cousins in law, he was part of the swirl of family at any “Good” get-together.
However, after defending my Ph.D., I needed a break from writing and drove to Nova Scotia, with my bike, and was warmly welcomed into Ben and Lizzy’s home for some R and R. Over time I spent a bit more time with them, but it was the Whirligig festival that brought out Ben’s creative and generous side, and he would show me the kits he had built for the local school kids. I would say he showed them “with pride”, but Ben was very much old school in that he never displayed it.
Over the last few years I have visited Lockeport and always been welcomed into the Pooley home. We had considered a possible trip to the UK, and I will return for the Whirligig festival, sadly without Ben. Perhaps a Whirligig is an appropriate symbol. Inventive, meant to please others, colourful, drawing from the ocean breezes.
Ben was a gentle giant. Too often we judge someone’s presence by their forcefulness, but these are poor measures of a man. Intelligent (after all he chose an excellent name for his son!), supportive, gentle, kind, interesting in so many ways, an in so many things, and always looking to the future. This was Ben.
Ben, I will miss you. You were in so many ways, one of the “good” guys and at least I know where to find you in the afterlife.