Evening star., 1960-08-11
LETTERS TO THE STAR
ForeweI|s to Charles farewell and Temp Jones'

Before leaving for the
funeral of my very dear
friend, Charles Tracewell, a
fellow Hoosier. I wish to write
something. While l am not
as q rule at a loss for words,
I wish now that I could say
what I would like to but
words are inadequate. I
gathered a little bouquet in
my back yard for Mr.. Trace
well and tucked in a cluster
Of pokeberries I had watched
bloom, then form into little
berries. I remember reading
an article of his about the
intricacies of the forming Of
the pokeberry, a n d the
geometrical design Of Queen
Anne's Lace. He spoke of
the redbird so much, and so
many times used my contri-
buttons.
For Mr.. Tracewell
"And If there be no meeting
past the grave,
If all be silence, darkness,
yet It's rest,
Be not afraid, ye grieving
hearts that weep.
For God still giveth his
beloved sleep.
And if an endless sleep He
wills-so best"
Lucille AgnieI Gaines.
I have subscribed to The
Star since my 18th birthday
and ] am now "a years Of
age. During that time I
never missed one issue of
Charles Tracewell's whole=
some Column.
I feel a personal loss in
his passing, but I also feel
that our lives have been
made richer and fuller from
having known him. After
reading of murders, rapes,
robberies and the Russians,
what a blessed relief it was
to turn to his wonderful COL
umn-sometimes humorous,
sometimes a touch Of pathos.
always human. No one can
take his place in our affec-
tions nor take up where he
left off. May God bless this
wonderful man.
S. C. Hutton.
I am so sorry I could not
write "Mr. Jones" while he
was i'll, but I respected his
wishes. But what a shock to
learn he has left us. I only
wish he knew how many
hearts are sad today because
Of his leaving. I wrote him
often that his This and
That" column cheered many
in hospitals, rest homes and
orphanages, for I sent it
every place where I thought
1t might help people. It went
all over the United States,
Cana a. Japan. China,
Czechoslovakia and Hawaii.
1t seems our mockingbirds
are not singing so sweetly
as before. How Mr.. Trace
well must have loved them to
have written so often about
them. I shall never hear them
singing without thinking of
him and how he loved all of
Gods little creatures.
Edna HI. Reber.
I have Just read, and with
genuine sorrow, of the pas
sing of your splendid colum-
mist and our dear friend,
Charles Tracewell. No doubt
there are some readers who
have read his column This
and That" for a longer period
than I have, but none have
enjoyed or appreciated more
Mr.. Tracewell's wonderful
insight into the minds and
ways Of the little feathered
friends, and other pets. His
thorough understanding of
nature, to say nothing of his
wonderful sense of humor.
tend to make his Small
World" reach out and touch
us all.
Irvenne d. Griffith.
y Il 4
It was with shock and real
grief that / read Charles
Tracewell Dies. :" 1 am
sure that thousands are
mourning him. His sensitive
nature could and did bring
forth that touch that
makes the whole world kim"
Those of us who loved him
and were refreshed by the
greatness of his simplicity
will try to find words to de-
scribe him, to tell of our
appreciation of his under
standing and great depth of
feeling for the real things of
life-the range of song of
the mockingbird, his loyalty
or defense of the cicada, his