SIMEON LOCKE

Thank you for your beautiful comments Larry. We too will miss this wonderful, enigmatic man. We spent many joy filled hours with Jean and Simeon on Norton Island, we celebrated holidays at their beautiful home in Boxford, and warm quiet vacations at their place on Big Pine Key in Florida. Everything Jean and Simeon did was touched with creativity and excellence, like the Christmas Shop with it's toy train running through all of the rooms and the man sleeping, with his fan driven breathing almost imperceptibly in one of the corners. They were incredible, creative teachers. They were mentors of excellence to our family, enriching our lives in more ways than we could ever recount. They were dear, dear friends who won't be forgotten and will always remain close to our hearts.

(From Patty) I remember once when Simeon was coming in from outside... He had figured out some problem with the door to the large shed that was ostensibly for cars but instead held a chaotic mixture of chairs, Christmas paraphernalia, and ancient rusty lawn care implements.
He said "Joanie. You'd be proud of me".
Without a second beat Jean said "Not in that shirt I wouldn't" (it was one of the patchwork Brooks Brothers button ups with more holes than actual shirt).
He turned to me with a big ear-to-ear grin and said "Patty, dear. Never marry a wit."
So many moments like that. Talking about where all of the human potential had been lost. Why music was the highest form of intellect. I had a 4 letter correspondence with Simeon when I was at Swarthmore that centered around, and assumed the character personas of three toed sloths. Drawing cartoons to his specifications. Talking about the right way to learn. We children thought that Simeon and Jean built a magic place wherever they lived. That was probably pretty accurate.

The Pesavento family

To Simeon's family and friends - Larry Murphy - this is so beautifully written and from it I can see you knew Simeon very well. We too are wondering when, what
, where, who and how.
We have been to his house in Boxford in August and left a note attached to the door. We went to the local police and the neighbours and no one knows anything, nor have we heard from anyone.
We are Jeans cousins- our father was Jeans cousin and we visited them from Canada every August.
Do you have a phone number or email and maybe we can try to solve the mystery of the diapearance of Simeon from our lives. Vanished with out a trace!
Laura Patton 416-694-3966 or [email protected]

For Simeon

He is gone. He is dead. He exits no more.
But what of us who truly cared for him? What of us?
How will we show our grief for this loss?
No death notice, no ceremony, no moment to grieve with others.
The end of a time when integrity was foremost,
When the mind was for creating new perspectives,
New solutions to complex conundrums of life.

Where did he come from? How was he raised?
Who were his heroes besides Derek Denny-Brown?
Perhaps his companion, Jean, as close a friend as he could ever have.
He was for many a long-lost father, a guide to proper being in the world.
Always distant, never a pal, rarely sentimental and always complex.
Leading by example, guiding by reserved encouragement
For a deeper analysis of the problem at hand.

What shall we do now that the meta-physician is gone?
We shall remember his genius and his civility,
The vastness of his mind and the gentleness of his irony and humor.
Where are his remains? How was he grieved? Where does he rest?
He would not presume to distract our time or attention
In mourning his passing from this Earth.
But he has passed from this Earth. And we are mourning indeed.

His passing from this Earth is to be felt most in our hearts.