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October 16, 2018

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September 25, 2017
Nathan, Departed 9-15-2017

I know David Doktor as Nathan. Not sure where/when he got that name. Nathan had 7 years on me, which was significant at the age we met, way back in 75. I was 22; formative years. He was a larger-than-life kinda guy He was a well-seasoned hippie at that point; myself, an ardent feminist, fresh out of college and a year on the American roads, continuing my education. I'm going to need help with this, but what I recall, is that the Tennessee Farm had been a special place for him. He was friends with Wavy Gravy, and had traveled with the famous Hog Farm. He had an elevated and deep sense of justice, and caring along with a wild n whacky sense of humor and irony about the madness, complexity and beauty of life. Don't know what came first but he was a deeply confirmed Vegan, back before we called it that. Today, its more about health. For Nathan, it was because he loved and cared for our animal friends, and friends, you don't eat. He was reknowned for his big plates of fried onions, garlic, tofu and Farm Yeast [that's what we called nutritional yeast back then, as we bought it from the Farm]. Smile

I consider him one of my foremost teachers in this lifetime, and do mean that as a high tribute. When I joined Twin Oaks, in early 76, we were comfortable enough to be able to offer affirmative action in the mechanical world, though, even there, were some objections as it wasn't egalitarian'. Fundamentalism knows no bounds Nathan, Dexter and Carrol were the prime mechanics, they all had it in their blood. Joyce n I were the willing and lucky ones to be their students; our subjects, the extensive TO fleet of old vans and trucks. Our shop was called Modern Times'.

Dexter was the intellect. Carrol the gnome. Nathan was the mystic intellect who took us beyond nuts n bolts to the cosmic underlying truths waiting to be unveiled. I recall time and again meeting a dead end, calling out to Nathan, who was always willing and beyond able, to dispel the mystery of the enigma du jour. Joyce n I rebuilt a couple of engines under their tutelage. Nathan had no doubts [a comment on him, not me] about having me rebuild the hydraulics on the backhoe, [many times, as someone had left the cap off the hydraulic oil filling cap] We worked on the flat bed Higher Yellow all the vehicles had names, and naming parties a real hoot.

A wild memory when we decided to add a hydraulic lift to the auto bay at Modern Times. We had to drill under the building from the west, direction of the Central Field. The day came, and with it, rain. It was a Virginia red clay muddy mess, and we were all consumed by/in it. At the job's finish for the day, we all shed our caked skins and ran down to the Courtyard, where there was a gutter that poured the continued heavy rains from Harmony's roof and was aptly used as an outdoor shower.

As Nathan steered the community towards organic agribiz, he drew me into working on the farm equipment. I came to know how to fix them, but not how to use them, or much about the larger picture. That would change, as Nathan recommended I read Malabar Farm, One Straw Revolution [seeds of Permaculture], and Wendell Berry. Farming would become my pathway to enlightenment too. Unfortunately, our 3 farm managers, Nathan, Brian n John, all suffered dire personal difficulties early into the startup, leaving TO farm faltering. But! this gave Corb and me the extraordinary opportunity of managing the scaled back farm, which I dove into with my whole heart n soul, deeply fulfilling and heartbreaking as it was

Nathan was a meta, a Kibbutz term for childcare-er. In those days it was communal. He loved the children. The only 2 photos I can find of mine of Nathan are of him in front of Degania, the childcare home for the kids. Unfortunately, he's in the background. January 76. Then times was a lull in picture taking for me as I fully embraced living in the moment.

Our lives were meshed in other fun n synchronistic ways. I have a deep connection with Swami Satchidananda, and currently live in the community of the world headquarters of Satchidananda Ashram, Yogaville, VA. When I reconnected with Nathan about 5 years ago, he briefly stayed with my husband Rishi, and me. He told us that he had met Swamiji before joining TO, and had done Integral Hatha Yoga. I was clueless in the early 70's as to the who's who in the Yoga world, albeit I had read Ram Das and Alan Watts before joining TO. During this same summer of reconnection with Nathan, and also Vinny Zagar, who had taught yoga classes at TO, I found out that Vinny had been teaching us Integral Yoga. We are the weavers, we are the woven ones

Nathan cared for his mother, as she lived with him for a number of her last years. I was soooo impressed, as I know a lot about how rewarding and challenging it is to embrace that path, as my mom lived with us the last year of her life as her motor functions waned.

I was also so moved and thrilled by Nathan's activism with the differently abled'. I remember calling him one time, and he was at the Capitol in DC with his wheel chair-riding buddies, ADAPT, raising some conscious/conscience. Again, we connected, as my activism has consumed me on the frontlines of fighting the Atlantic Coast Pipeline in Virginia for the last 3 years. Nathan's caring for his community included setting up programs and teaching about renewables at the local tech school, and creating a sustainable homestead for himself. He would employ differently abled' folks to help him with his biodiesel processing project, gathering used cooking oil from restaurants in the community. What did he call his self converted biodiesel truck, painted like a Holstein cow? Bessie? Bertha? His spirits sought support and comfort with his men's drumming group, and the Quakers, and I would love to hear more about his many worthy and uplifting cares and causes.

I know Nathan's health was ravaged in his last years; in his last months, he knew it was sketchy. I regret that we did not connect more at the 50th Twin Oaks Anniversary this year in June, as I was struggling with the heat, and by what was dragging me down, and very soon to hit a wall, with Lyme's. We were both in our own survival modes at that time. My good guess is that the trip to TO took a lot out of him. And he knew it would. His dedication to community and service is inspiring. Nathan, I am happy to remember you, and share these fond memories with others and thank you through eternity for your enlightening and powerful influences on my life. Did I thank you enough? Probably not. Now I do, and I know you can hear me. Thank you!!! Beam on big bro!

May the long time sun shine upon you, all Love surround you, and the pure Light within you, guide your way on. Ommmmshanti shanti shanti

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September 20, 2017
Peace Be With You David and all who read these words. I'd like to witness that David's Obit was well done. I might add he loved living in Phelps NY and loved his Phelps community.