More Jim Kitson!
It only took a box of kleenex to get this short
distance. I thought I had lots of photos and letters tucked away, but it
seems I don't have very much after all. Here are a few.
I met Jim shortly after I turned 19, the beginning
of 1969. We became instant friends. I am sure that his gentle soul
and artistic self helped to guide my life for the better. How to
describe our adventures on and off for the next 40 years? Nothing earth
shattering, really.
We collated his calendar one year in the 70's and
drove all over the Bay Area, charming book stores into carrying them. I
remember when he "did up" his blue pickup truck, turning the cab
into a wonder of leather complete with pockets and dash. I loved riding
around in that truck. I always loved things like flowers and feathers,
but Jim taught me the beauty of wood and rocks. To this day, much to the
amusement of my family, I gather rocks along my life's route and carry them
home.
I am grateful for all the years of joy, jokes,
tickling, artistic support and encouragement, the sharing of food, news,
family, story telling, smokes, camping, wishing on white horses with a spit
and pounding of the fist, and love, the knowing I was loved for the past 40
years by one of the dearest people of all time.
Catherine Brickley Harris
We were in Kyoto when we received the shocking, sad news about the death of our dear friend, Jim Kitson. You inspired us in ways you probably never realized, and we miss you terribly! A toast to a life well lived:
Kompai!
Mark & Liza