Rose Anne Crimmins*

Comments from Rose Ann's sister, Margaret:

Rose Anne Crimmins, served in India from 1965-1967. She died Feb.1. 1967 from carbon monoxide in her hotel in Iran. She was on her way home to N.Y.C. Rose Anne's group trained in California and left for India from JFK airport. My parents hosted a party for the group and family and friends at our home in N.Y. the evening before. My parents are now in their nineties and we all cherish the pictures from that party and letters and pictures sent from fellow volunteers and staff after her death. I attended the 25th anniversary and am still moved by the memories of the service at Arlington and how the Peace Corps family honored those fallen. Last winter, my brother visited the orphanage in Hyderbad where Rose Anne worked. We have a picture of the children planting a tree in memory of "the pretty blue eyed girl…" and a picture of the tree in 2004! This project is amazing and please add our name to those who hope for and would contribute to a memorial to all who lost their lives when they left us to "trod the path of peace in a distant land".

Thank you so much.

-Margaret Crimmins Fitzgerald
Skaneateles, N.Y. mafitz@adelphia.net

 

The following poem was written by one of her fellow volunteers and shared with this project by Rose's sister Kathleen.

RoseAnne: In Memoriam

February 1, 1967

Sleep softly child, sleep softly

The winds of change blow slowly

And we are a small moment in time

That builds slowly and passes swiftly.

 

In our long and troubled history

Movements have been made, revolutions have come to pass

And men rise to carry the banners

And take the blame and the praise.

Civilizations rise and fall, cultures and traditions pass

But we the people continue on

Living and learning and building and dying

We individual blocks of humanity

Are the stuff from which civilizations rise

We are the spiritual and physical beings

That occupy time and space

And produce a world of life and death

A world of growth and change.

 

It is not ours to know the time

Nor to determine the place

We enter a world of life

We travel a path of change

We commit our lives to causes

That we had no part in beginning

That we will have no part in ending

But it is ours for one brief moment

To hold the banner – to carry the flame

And our duty is done.

 

Sleep softly child, sleep softly

The dust that reposes is more than what we have known

More than a laugh and a blue-eyed look

And a way of thinking and being

The dust is of a people touched

The dust is of the soil and water

Of the place traveled and food eaten

Of a life giving and taking what passes

A democratic dust dust lies in peace

Dust of New York and California

Dust of India and even of the place

Where the last breath of life came in darkness – in sleep.

 

We shall all pass this way and our dust will be of these places

And of the people we have known

And of the lives we have led

The time will pass and what we did – even our tombs and dust

Will be blown away by the winds – the winds of change

 

Sleep softly child, sleep softly – And Adieu…

 

- Charles Lindsay Griffen, Jr. PCV

 

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