Steve Holst on Les and Geezerhood

Les was into parasailing. His sail fit into a 25 pound backpack. He had a habit of seeking out high places. Sometimes he took the bus. He would get the bus to stop. He would get off the bus and he would take a running jump off a cliff Into thin air. That’s the image I see whenever I think of Les.

A young woman friend of mine is going to interview Ben and me for a radio show about the history of the Home Farm. We are officially old geezers now. Also I am plugging away at a paper I am writing for a college class I audited about fugitive communities. The subject of the paper is what made us make the Home Farm and what made us quit. I may be calling some of you all for stories and advice. It does my heart good that we all love and talk to each other still.

Sharon Sinderbrand on Les

So many memories flood in…Here are a few

Helping Linda care for the horses and looking outside to see a scraggly new guy, an ordinary sight, but this guy has a Don Quixote grin and is walking with a horse behind him.  Les is wondering if there might be a place for Josie to relax at the farm.

Les as a Tipi mate…Eureka had been up to his favorite pastime of licking cows’ noses and gotten a cut on his leg in the barbed wire.  Brian and Leonard had decided that they could sew it up efficiently, after all that’s what a vet would do.  Several weeks later Eureka went to the vet with a larger wound and was given a cast that went from his shoulder all the way down his leg.  We were told it had to stay on for several weeks and we had to keep him from running and pulling it off.  Sure!!  Daytimes were not too bad, but the nights were hard, listening to him trying to bite it off.  Leonard had taken a part time job at night, washing dishes for our evil counterpart S.A.G.A.  (the university food service) and I was in charge of Eureka.  Les would promptly appear each night to help care for my charge, regardless of what was going on with the group.  We’d talk and laugh about all things trivial and serious while taking turns keeping a hand on that cast.  Pup Dog was generally there keeping watch as well.

The Monogamy Talk…It was a hot summer afternoon at Jory’s home in Corvallis.  We were laying on a cot or something like that, on her porch shooting the breeze when Les decided that he wanted me to help him learn about being monogamous.  After I stopped laughing, I realized that he was very earnest about this and attempted some reply.  How do you explain to a free spirited bird how to be a wolf?  We talked for a while and then slowly dozed off in the heat of the day.

Reunion chat…Hadn’t seen Les in a long time and wanted to reconnect with this “new confident person”.  Humor had always worked so I decided to give it a try.  I was teasing Les about his “Rock Star” image and how hard it was to believe that from a scruffy potter and artist rose a successful entrepreneur.  Les gave me that wonderful grin and said… I couldn’t help it Sharon.  I’m a N.Y.  Jew and it’s just in the “genes/jeans”.  I really didn’t try.  It just happened!!  I told him that my drawback must have been that I was from Brooklyn and he Manhattan.  After that all was good.  The next morning we were having breakfast at a wonderful restaurant with a large amount of choices.  I felt overloaded.  Les came over with his bagel and lox and laughed at my identical choice.  I guess, he explained when you get overwhelmed you just go back to your roots.

 

Your roots are with your family now, dear Les, may your spirit fly free!

 

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Brian Barhaugh on Les

Riding with Les –

#1 -On the road to the wilds of Arkansas
In the Mustang filled with Jory, Larry, and dates
Pupdog ducking at every overpass
#2 -1st pick-up ride to our new Ozark home
into the old McGowan place
dodging huge downed walnut trees
wading in juicy, stickery blackberry patches
thousands of seed ticks headed toward our cojones
doused with kerosene from the waist down
slippery truck seats on our naked kerosened butts
Visions of Les –
wild hair flying
muscles flexing
loose as a goose
whispering to horses and women
muddy pants with deep pockets
gypsy in a Mustang
looking to fly higher
Thank you Les.
Brian B
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Tom Graves on Les II

What a sad shock.
I’m not on Facebook so I’m writing here.
Despite all the years that have passed Les will always be a big part of\ the fabric of my life. Our commune was such a curious thing. The closeness and in such a crazy environment.
Just this afternoon, before seeing Leonard’s email, I was walking with my daughter Rose (Les‘s daughter’s name also, I think) and she brought up her upcoming teaching job in Indonesia. She jokingly talked about the perils of salt water crocodiles and I immediately brought up poisonous snakes in Arkansas and the time Les, Rick and I were coming back from checking out the ‘James Taylor Place’ (the old homestead we ended up living in for the summer) and saw our first copperhead in the road, the dirt county road. We were so pumped up by the locals about how dangerous they were we all said ‘kill it!’ and Les drove back and forth over it squishing it. (looking back, sadly). Nevertheless the point is, Les springs right into my mind at any moment. I’m going to miss not knowing when he might suddenly show up in Santa Cruz and stay a few days, go out and have a beer with me, whiling away the afternoon chatting down by the yacht harbor. Last I knew, at the reunion, Les planned to stay ‘forever forty years old’. I hope you were and still are successful Les.
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Stephen Cummings on Les

Les ate oranges anyway.
Hundreds of them, oranges only, nothing else for weeks, wrapped in a shawl.

Just three or four years later he was gunning a stock Mustang, 65-66 model I remember, running pottery up and down the west coast.

Sprouts and tofu ice cream and big real estate deals and golf clubs.

Les he does have style.

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Heidi Skolnik on Les

Here is a photo of Les on the farm.
Les on farm From the background, maybe he was out with the horses when that person visited us and took those beautiful black and white photos.
I remember how much Les loved oranges!
I remember his way with animals – and his devotion to Pupdog; how he called out to her to come along, Ms Brown.
One time Les and I took a road trip, stopping at Clear Lake and hiking in Armstrong Redwoods.
Thanks for the memories, everyone, and let’s keep in touch.
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Larry Whitted on Les

My fondest memory of Les is from our last reunion in 2012 in Santa Cruz.  I was sitting on the sofa in Tom’s house when Les entered, came directly to me, and told me what a big influence my grandmother had been in his life.

I had forgotten that Les had even met my grandmother, who died in 1994, but I imagine that he met her in February 1974 when we were driving from Santa Cruz to Arkansas in Les’s Mustang.  We were going to pick up some Medjool dates in the Coachella Valley and my grandmother was living in Palm Springs so he must have met her then.

As I remember that 2012 conversation, Les said that my grandmother had told him something to the effect that “health is your only true wealth” and he said that he had always kept that in mind when making major decisions about his life.

I also remember Les speaking very clearly at the reunion about how he wanted his body handled after he died.  He said that he wanted a sky burial, which I had never heard of before.  If you didn’t hear Les’s description and want to know more about it, here is a link:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sky_burial

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Benny Childs on Les

It has been a sad few days digesting the tragic way such a truly kind and gentle spirit with such a wonderful light could just be extinguished! I pray his transition was peaceful. Now I must put that part behind me and focus on Les, so this morning I took a walk down to the old house, I had to cut a black locust limb that came down in a wind storm last week. As I passed by the old house I gazed upon ( as I have done many times)Les‘ old pile of bricks for his kiln. I used a small portion of them many years ago on road fill. I actually can still see 2 or 3 on the road right below the house.
    I still have 1 Bowl and 1 Vase from Les and should Les‘ daughter Rose ever want them they will be here for her, they are both so beautiful and heavy duty pottery.
   After cutting that locust limb, I got busy setting up a memorial in front of the old house, I stood up a 75 lb. rock, around the rock are 2 different kinds of brick from the kiln. I also found 3 cast iron window weights to complete the memorial. ( I thought we used all of those window weights for beer?) apparently a few got away from us! lol.
   Love to All… Rest in Peace My Brother…Benny Childs
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Chris Lejeune on Les

Here’s one from the next generation-
Living in Tucson with my Mom and Les  4years old I went to a preschool on 4th avenue.
As the bell rang at recess I was around the corner with a girl friend (always loved the ladies)
We came out and everyone was already in class so I led my date out through the front gate where I was tall enough to reach the latch and down the block to the corner store to buy us some Candy.
When we came back the teachers were looking for us worried and took away the candy.
Les picked me up from school on his motorcycle that day and when he heard the story he laughed and we sat out in front of the school on his motorcycle eating the candy together like true rebels. I remember him being in shorts and a tank top and no shoes as he always was.
Every memory I can think of, Les was the embodiment of cool.
Les called me Frog head and I called him Turkey Brains.
One day I found a blank check at Unicorn sprout company and I asked if I could have it.
Les wrote the check out to frog head and took it to the co-op across the street with me and tried to cash it.
Fly High Les! keep wearing those short shorts and tank top!
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