CALEB C. HANSON

Very sad to come across this. He was my neighbor in Williamstown, Massachusetts, and fellow classmate at Mt.Greylock Regional High School, where he was the valedictorian (the Latin portions of his speech were lost on me, I'm afraid). Quoted Tolkein for his yearbook entry, as I remember it (long before the films, of course), alongside a picture of him standing with a walking stick. I think. It's been a long time.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the...

Harlansson herds us / To wood heat's welcome
Skald carries stories / Conjures history's heroes

Red-bearded Rus / Worked Felding word-hoard
Gotland's son gifted / Loved library lore

By Carolus River / Has hung up his harp

Harlansson tongue-tales / Live long in word-fame.
Tell us a saga, Uncle Kali!

It has been far too many years since I last saw him, but, when I think of my home away from home in Carolingia, Kale always stood forth as the avatar of the best and brightest in the barony of my (relative) youth: as seneschal, as thespian and --- perhaps above all --- as the Latinist and teacher at Carolingian University that only another Latinist could fully appreciate it. My world is a bit poorer today knowing that I will never see him tread the boards or get to exchange Latin puns with...

May the pain fade in time, and the lovely memories take their place. My sincere condolences. Mistress Keridwen Gwennmarch

Kali (Caleb) will be missed; though I have not seen him for long years, I have many fond memories of him from my early years in the SCA in Carolingia. He was always a gentle kind soul. My condolences to his family. Kate Waterous

We are so very sorry to hear of Caleb's passing. We will both miss him.

The world is Indisputably a poorer place without Caleb in it. The comfort may well lie in the reality that he will remain with us all as long as his stories are retold. May his memory ever be a blessing to Carol, David, and Bethany, to Caleb's family, and to all who mourn him.

"Tell us a story..." And he always would, taking us on adventures to distant times and places. His warmth, wisdom, and humor was often a comfort to me and his many other friends. It was a joy to perform with him; he was so talented, and he could do pretty much everything. He knew so much, and was always willing to share it in the nicest way. He was one of those rare people you could count on to know the answers back in the old days before we carried internet libraries in our pockets. I'm so...

Oh how sad... Caleb was a year ahead of me at Mt. Greylock, and I as such I only knew him tangentially. Still, I am beyond saddened to learn of his demise. He was so young!

~Tommy Marshall