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MHope
Big Wall climber
Scarsdale, New York
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Topic Author's Original Post - May 28, 2010 - 01:43pm PT
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FRANK SACHERER
his last trip
Loyaly, love and friendship
Carried him on his way
To the heights, they spread him
The seventeenth of May
Returned from the shroud as powder,
Remains in reddish clay.
Now,returned to heart''s home
His memory here will stay.
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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May 28, 2010 - 02:15pm PT
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Thanks for sharing your poem, Hope. It was great fun to hang out with you and Jan. Please post more poems and recollections from your golden Valley days as you and Jan were some of the few women that were in the mix in the sixties!
Sorry that your Saturday night ended up being such an epic! I went over to the jail on Sunday morning to see if you might have needed busting out of there! I gave you even odds at mouthing off to the powers that be under the circumstances as you display no lack of backbone! LOL
Cheers- Steve
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Sport climber
Will know soon
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May 28, 2010 - 02:26pm PT
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It was a Giant treat to meet you Hope !!! Hearing your story about you climbing the Golden Gate Bridge was Awesome.
Sat. Night ?? Did you add another Epic Adventure to your lifelong repertoire ?
I love your poetry. Hope soon you can have your own readings. Peace and Joy to you, Lynne
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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May 28, 2010 - 10:16pm PT
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It was great meeting you Hope, thanks for sharing your poem.
What a wonderful weekend it was all around.
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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May 28, 2010 - 11:25pm PT
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Thanks a lot Hope!
I knew Frank in the sixties. I am glad he is finally home and glad too that many of us could participate in this event. I missed out.
Perhaps now, we will have yet another new era with Frank ensconsced on high at the rim of the Valley. No one else established more clearly, the Free Climbing Imperative. After him, ever single climb on earth has become or was, a free climbing question.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 29, 2010 - 01:19am PT
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hey there hope, say, thank you so very kindly for a poem for jan... at times like this these kind of poems are memorie markers, beyond all other treasures...
god bless...
:)
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MisterE
Social climber
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May 29, 2010 - 02:19am PT
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Very nice, a fine tribute to a fine man.
Thanks, Hope
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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May 29, 2010 - 11:34am PT
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Hope is like a fine wine and only gets better with time.
She came up to me, laid her hand across my calf and said, "nice legs joe".
She hasn't changed a bit. So nice to see her again.
Sat night???? the hook is set, what is the story?
cheers
Guido
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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May 29, 2010 - 12:22pm PT
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the story?
believe it or not, Hope (driver) and Jan (passenger) seemed to have been pulled over by a LEO as they left the party at the E. Auditorium... that's all I know...
I guess Hope must be on their list of bad ass climbers to watch out for... all 89 lbs of her!
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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May 29, 2010 - 12:28pm PT
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As Spencer Tracy once said of Kate Hepburn, "not much meat on her but what's there is cherce!."
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Sport climber
Will know soon
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May 29, 2010 - 01:02pm PT
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School me please, what is an LEO. Law enforcement officier ?! What type exactly would that be?
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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May 30, 2010 - 05:00pm PT
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Bump for poetry's sake.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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May 31, 2010 - 01:38am PT
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After the show, Jan and Hope offered to drive me back to
Camp 4. With Hope at the wheel, we were weaving around those
many streets near the east auditorium, trying to find our way
to the road back to Camp 4 near midnight or late, and she wasn't
paying undue attention to the road, but the ranger pulled us over.
Mind you, Jan had crawled into a tight slot in the back of Hope's car,
on her hands and knees, to let me sit in the passenger seat, so we
first thought they didn't like that arrangement. Hope was asked for
her driver's license and registration, insurance, and all. He asked
if she realized she had swerved into the other lane. I told the
ranger I distracted her trying to figure out where the road was. He
asked me where I was from, and I said Colorado. He went back to his
vehicle with the license and stuff, and he returned. He handed the
license and stuff back to hope, asked if there was any alcohol or
if there had been drinking. I said, emphatically, no. He then said,
"Pat I just wanted to tell you
how much I liked your film." He said, "I missed the first showing, because
I had to be lowered down El Cap to El Cap Spire, and then we had to
rappel down the rest of the wall." I think I knew at this moment we
were not going to get a ticket. He said his name was Jeff Webb, and he
shook my hand and wished us well, Jan still on her hands and knees
stuffed into the back...
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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May 31, 2010 - 01:45am PT
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talk about a storied group of people!
another great one...
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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May 31, 2010 - 12:17pm PT
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Dam-great story, surprised Hope didn't try to pick him up!
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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May 31, 2010 - 12:30pm PT
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Thanks for the update, Pat! Saved by celebrity yet again...LOL
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Mighty Hiker
climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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May 31, 2010 - 05:31pm PT
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Thanks, Pat - a nice story! Nice also to finally meet you, and of course Jan, Hope and everyone else who was at the memorial.
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MHope
Big Wall climber
Scarsdale, New York
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Topic Author's Reply - May 31, 2010 - 06:13pm PT
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The rest of the story....
REQUIEM
Jim Baldwin from Washington Column 1964
Mating calls hung from frosted stars:
the Valley’s granite walls held them in tension.
Bucks in spring bugled renewal.
Unzipping our sleeping bag you left me
in a crackling blue midnight shivering.
You pissed your name in the snow
and then returning you warmed me
‘til, like the river, warmer than the air
we spread above us misted sweet breath.
Like angels going home we climbed Middle Cathedral that day.
Bridal Veil Falls put pearls in your beard.
You laughed as I licked them away.
I was gone from the valley the day you went wheeling,
caroming off granite falling,
raining beeners and pitons in your dead face.
for those of you who don't know Frank is the one who brought Jims body out and why I was there to honor Franks memory.
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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For the record, Hope and I weren't just stopped by the park police once the night of the memorial, but twice more outside the park as well. The charge? Driving too slow at 2 am on a carless road! We also got into trouble with our bear locker and had to pay a fine to the "Central Violations Bureau" in North Carolina.
Good thing we were trying to behave ourselves! Otherwise we could have gotten into some real trouble.
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Jul 25, 2010 - 01:23pm PT
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I was trying to keep an eye on you two knowing what may lay ahead! LOL
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