William Edmund Lisenby

Doc was a great man. I got to know him through NAFEX. I found out that we had an interest in shooting...although he was about a thousand times better at it. I will always be grateful for the help he gave me as I mastered reloading centerfire rifle ammo.

Doc was a hell of a man. He always was there with supportive comments, keen of wit, and gracious in demeanor. My world is a little dimmer with his passing. Tonight I toast in the memory of a friend. And ol' Doc would not even recognize my real name, so I'll sign with my "net" persona. I’ll miss you my friend.

I got to know Doc through the North American Fruit Explorers discussion group. He was always generous in sharing his horticultural knowledge and later, when we found that we were both Vietnam War veterans, we found our mutual concerns about the effect Agent Orange and other chemicals used in warfare continue to affect veterans. I am glad I got to know Doc and am saddened by his passing.

Doc was a gracious friend who freely shared his knowledge and his plant materials - gifts that will live on with others although he is no longer with us.
Although I never met him in person, he was a kindred spirit,
and reminded me very much of my own departed father - two men whom I can only aspire to emulate as I journey into maturity.
I mourn his passing, and identify with the sense of loss felt by his
family and friends.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.

E-Mail Friend and trees friend. Met at NAFEX (National Fruit Exploreres
Gordon C. Nofs
I missed your e-mails for the last few months, and feared what had happened.

Doc was a wonderful person , I had the pleasure of him teaching me some of his judo skills. at the time he was around 65 years old and could throw me around like I really wasnt 200 lbs but 10 lbs

When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may...

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.