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Memorial Service for Anne AEtheline Pillsbury (Gripp)

Service of Remembrance
Anne Pillsbury Gripp
July 22, 1934 - April 16, 1994
Friday, April 29, 1994
First Congregationalist Church
2101 State Street
Santa Barbara, California
Anne AEtheline Pillsbury Gripp
July 22, 1934 - April 16, 1994
     Anne died in her own room on April 16th surrounded by family and friends.  Her niece, Dawn, was reading to her  from Pride and Prejudice, her favorite novel.  Her bed was covered with her favorite Laura Ashley sheets and her dinosaur friends and Hello Kitty peeked out from pillows and bed.  She was 59 years old. 
     Anne was the eldest child of Dr. Arthur Francis Pillsbury and Mary Alice Reasoner Pillsbury.  The young family moved often in the early years, relocating from one town to another as Dr. Pillsbury worked towards a full professorship in the engineering department of the University of California.      
   In 1936 they settled in Los Angeles where Anne lived until her marriage in 1956.  Anne graduated from Venice High School and four years later, 1956, received her B.S. in Mathematics from UCLA.  Her first job after college was with General Electric as a mathematician. 
In 1957 Anne relocated to Santa Barbara while continuing to work for General Electric.  Anne started her first Blue Bird group in 1961.      
     In 1963 her daughter, Alice Elizabeth Gripp was born.  Alice was an early come-along for first Blue Birds and then Camp Fire.  For the next fifteen years Anne lead two different groups taking them from Blue Birds to adulthood.  Her son, Parry Pillsbury Gripp joined the fun in 1967.
     Anne was always involved.  She worked on the PTA of her children's schools, acting as an aide, and in the Library.  Anne could always be counted on to do whatever was needed.    
     Anne never lost a child's delight in all things, savoring her children's excitement in an ever changing parade of enthusiams starting with Snoopy and Micky Mouse and ending with Star Wars and the more sedate pleasures of Jane Austin.       Along the way she was honored for her work at Dos Pueblos High School where both her children attended. 
       People were always a large part of Anne's life.  Helping those in need was her constant concern and to this she gave long hours. Anne hosted students from Japan and learned to love Japanese food for breakfast.  Three of these students, Munikazu, Motowaki and Akiko, have remained close friends.  Her home was a constant riot of happy activity.
     In 1987 Anne became sole owner of the Santa Barbara Orchid Estate.  Anne loved orchids and enjoyed the people who she met in this work as well. 
      After her death Anne's corneas were donated so that someone else might see.  Her eyes went for research.  Anne loved and was loved by many, many people.  We will miss her. 
    Anne is survived by her children, Alice Elizabeth and Parry Pillsbury Gripp and her brothers Charles Arthur Pillsbury of Stanford, Stephen Martin Pillsbury of Sugar Loaf and her sister Melinda Pillsbury-Foster of Santa Barbara.  Carol Sylvia Pillsbury Holbert, another sister, died in 1974. 


To Remember With Love
Anne Pillsbury Gripp
Born July 22, 1934 - Died April 16, 1994
Friday, April 29, 1994             6:00PM
Greeting:            The Rev. Gwynne K. Schultz
Leader:  Friends, we gather here in the protective shelter of God's healing love.  We are free to pour out our grief, face our emptiness and know that God cares.  We gather here as God's people, conscious of others who have died and of the frailty of our own existance on earth.  We come to comfort and support one another in our common loss.  We gather to commend to God with thanksgiving the life of Anne Pillsbury Gripp.  We come to remember and to rejoice.  

Hymn:   For the Beauty of the Earth (No. 66)

For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies. 
For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour Of the day and of the night.
Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun andmoon, and stars of light.
For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's
For the mystic harmony Linking sense to sound and sight.
For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild.
For each perfect gift of thine Unto us so freely given,
Graces, human and divine, Flowers of earth and buds of heaven,
For thy Church that evermore Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore Her pure sacrifice of love,

Prayer:  Holy God, whose ways are not our ways and whose thoughts are not our thoughts, grant that your Holy Spirit may intercede for us with sighs too deep for words.  Through the veil of our tears and the silence of our emptiness assure us of your favor and of the hope for life eternal.  We pray in the name of Jesus, Amen. 


Reading:  Dawn Ellen Pillsbury, Anne's Niece
``Giants, Wizards and Dwarfs"
by Robert Fulghum
from Everything I Ever Needed to Know I learned in Kindergarten.

       Giants, Wizards and Dwarfs was the game to play.
     Being left in charge of about eighty  children seven to ten years old, while their parents were off doing parenty things, I mustered my troops in the church social hall and explained the game.  It's a large-scale version of Rock, Paper, and Scissors, and involves some intellectual decision making.  But the real purpose is to make a lot of noise and run around chasing people until nobody knows which side you are on or who won.
      Organizing a roomful of wired-up gradeschoolers into two teams, explaining the rudiments of the game, achieving concensus on group identity--all this is no mean accomplishment, but we did it with a right good will and were ready to go.
   The excitement of the chase had reached a critical mass.  I yelled out: ``You have to decide now which you are--a GIANT, a WIZARD, or a DWARF!"
   While in frenzied, whispered consultation, a tug came atmy pants leg. A small child stands there looking up, and asks in a small, concerned voice, ``Where do the Mermaids stand?"
    Where do the Mermaids stand?
   A long pause. A very long pause. ``Where do the Mermaids stand?" says I.
    ``Yes. You see, I am a Mermaid."
`    `There are no such things as Mermaids."
    ``Oh, yes, I am one!"
      She did not relate to being a Giant, a Wizard, or a Dwarf. She knew her catagory. Mermaid. And was not about to leave the game and go over and stand against the wall where a loser would stand. She intended to participate, wherever Mermaids fit into the scheme of things. Without giving up diginty or identity.  She took it for granted that there was a place for Mermaids and that I would know just where.
     Well, where DO the Mermaids stand? All the``Mermaids"--all those who are different, who do not fit the norm and who do not accept the available boxes and pigeonholes?
     Answer that question and you can build a school, a nation, or a world on it.

Words of Remembrance
Sylvia Camiel - Counsellor, Dos Pueblos High School
Anne was a wonderful woman!  Always there, always willing to help!  One of her talents and great joy wasin making arrangements for other people.
Now, Ann was a very hardy individual and in her love of travel would bear any discomfort to enjoy experiencing different cultures.  Ann knew that I loved to travel.  She did not know that I was a `novice' traveller and can't deal very will with cold weather.  So, one year, she convinced me to travel with my husband and daughter to London for the two week winter vacation and she would make the arrengements for us to trade houses with a couple whem she knew.
That year, it was a very balmy winter here and horrendously cold in London, so the couple arrived in Santa Barbara a week early to enjoy the sun.  We dicided to meet this English couple and had them over to dinner one evening.  The conversation went something like this:
`And you'll need to take blankets, or down sleeping bags as we are on central heating.  The heat is turned off at 10:00PM and we have stored our blankets.'
     `You take a hot bath before 10:00pm or if it's after that hour you heat water and fill the tub and jump into bed.'
      `And in the morning, will we be ablt to take hot showers?'
      'Oh, we don't have a shower or hot water in the morning.'
      `Is there room for the three of us?'
      `Oh, one of you will have to sleep on the floor - it's a studio flat rented to us by a monastery.'
        Needless to say, the couple enjoyed our home for one week while we went to Del Mar and graciously spent the remaining week elsewhere so we could return to our home in sunny Santa Barbara.

     Dick Prigge - Principal, Dos Pueblos High School 1977-1990

      One's greatest gift is the gift of self - to give of your time, your salf, to help others - this characterizes Ann Gripp and her many contributions to the local public schools, not only DPHS, but also Goleta Valley JHS, and the Golets Elementary School District.
      She contributed both directly and indirectly, assisting hundreds upon hundreds of students from the Goleta area, particularly at DPHS.  We will always remember her positive and `Upbeat' personality.
        Whether it be assisting a student at registration to dind that class needed to coplete his or her classschedule, or organizing parents to help the school staff, or serving on a committee, or making sure students were recognized for their academic successes through her effotrs in establishing the honor society, she was there.
       Many days Ann would be at school early (before 7:30) and stay late working on a variety of projects, making sure the details wer taken care of.  Ann didn't just delegate; she did the work herself.  She was always available to help out. 
     There are hundreds of students and their parents as well as members of our school staff who say, `Thank you Ann Gripp.  Thank you for giving of yourself to help us.  Ann Gripp was truly a member of the DPHS family.

Arlene Guess - Camp Fire Girls

                            Melinda Pillsbury-Foster - Anne's sister

     My first clear memory of Anne must date from when I was around three.  She occasionally took me along with her to her ballet class, although I have no idea now where she took lessons.    This particular occasion must have been the first time, because I was so astonished when Anne disappeared into the curtained dressing area to reappear looking like someone else.  She approached me.  I retreated.  She laughed.  She was dressed in pale pink tights and leotard with a white and pink tutu sticking out stiffly around her hips.  She looked like a princess, not like Anne at all.  Her hair, which then hung down past her waist, was up like a crown on her head.  `Anne?' I asked in a very small voice. 
      In response she began to pirouette.  Faster and faster she spun.  I was amazed.  Anne was Anne, and yet something else as well, something I had never suspected.  Anne, I thought, was a top.    I remember Anne, laden like a pack horse, guiding me and my two brothers down the rickity steps to the beach in Santa Monica.  We spent many such days picnicking, just us.  Such occasions were punctuated by trips with Anne to the movies in Westwood, where we watched dozens of cowboy epics, a favorite of Anne's. 
          It always seemed perfectly normal to do things with Anne.  She later discribed the three of us as `her first children.'  The ones she practiced on.  This is not too far off.  She did a fair amount of mothering, as older siblings may do. 
       She sewed for all of us, not just us three.  On one occasion Anne purchased for the extremely, incredibly, cheap price of 5 cents a yard enough cloth to make outfits for all of us.  The fabric was striped.  Red and white stripes about an inch thick.  The cloth must have been meant for awnings because it felt like canvas.  But Anne washed it, and washed it and then, when it was a little less stiff, made outfits.            She made outfits for weeks.  She made outfits for me and my brothers, our sister Carol, Carol's husband, a friend of theirs, my parents, her fiance, and several of her friends.  On one occasion many of us got dressed up in these outfits at the same time.  We missed only the field of blue to be perfect for the fourth of July.  Anne did her work well.  None of those garments ever wore out. 
       I had that dress for ten years.  I couldn't wear it after a while, but I kept it.  Anne had made my doll a dress to match.  She also made me a jacks bag.  Made my doll one, too. 
    When my parents moved from that house twenty years later  we discovered several yards of the material in a closet.  I kept it.  I thought someday I would make my children dresses, maybe. 
     I remember Anne making things, always for someone else.  One Holiday season it was little Christmas  trees with many tiny presents for each of us.  Once it was Advent calendars. 
     Life with Anne was an adventure, no day ever quite the same.  Never quite the same Anne.  Anne also was an adventure. 

A time to share memories of Anne
Hymn:  Kum ba Yah
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!  Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!  Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah, Someone's crying my Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah! Someone's crying, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!  Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!  Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!  Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!  Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Prayer of Thanksgiving and of Commendation
Leader:  O God, giver of life and conqueror ofdeath, with faith in your great mercy and wisdom, we entrust Anne to your eternal care.  We thank you for all that she was to those who loved her.  We thank you that for Anne all sickness and sorrow are ended and death itself is past and she is at peace.  God of all comfort, in tender love and compassion, embrace those who sorrow at her passing.  May they find inspiration in her life and consolation in their memories and comfort in each other.  And now, into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend Anne Pillsbury Gripp.  May she know herself as a sheep of your fold and a lamb of your own flock.  Receive her into the arms of your mercy, and into the blessed rest of everlasting peace.  AMEN

Solo: Amazing Grace          Peggy Alexander
Leader:  And now may God bless and keep you.  May God's face shine upon you and be gracious to you.  May God look upon you with kindness and give you peace,  AMEN

The Rev. Gwynne K. Schultz, Interim Minister
Dr. Michael S. Burnette, Director of Music
Flowers:  Carol Laporte
Anne's sister Melinda and her family would like to invite you to tea at their home immediately following the service.  Their home is located at 2028 Anacapa Street. 
A poem by Bonnie Orr
That fragile shell of your vigil was not her
yet gathering small fragments is our joy
as if collecting precious reminders
beautiful, glad gifts from the sea
The foreign exchange of her heart
harkened to us in Heathrow
a helium happiness, bouyant balloons
chasing demons with her Skywalker passion
Her best gift was sunshine and smile
and that glowing charm she wore
the little golden Coke bottle all bubble
and fizz framing her frackled face

  Oh mourn for Anne's death
but do not mourn her life, its legacy
so richly gilded in the memory
of her uncommon goodness    
Anne's Recipe for Pumpkin Pie

 2 unbaked pie shells
4 eggs
1 can (29 oz.) solid pack pumpkin
1 1/2 Cup sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
2 cans (12 oz. each) undiluted evaporated milk
Method: (Preheat oven to 425 deg.)
BEAT Lightly in large bowl.  Stir in remaining ingredients in order given.  Pour into pie shells.
BAKE  For 15 minutes at 425 deg.  Reduce temperature to 350 deg. bake for 40 to 50 minutes or until knife inserted in center comes out clean.  Cool on wire rack.