Showing posts with label Lloyd Hitt. Show all posts
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Friday, December 9, 2022

Village Poets Say Farewell to Lloyd Hitt in November 2022

Maja Trochimczyk, Marlene Hitt and Lloyd Hitt at the 4th of July Parade in 2018

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga have said their farewells to Dr. Lloyd Hitt, a retired pharmacist, community activist, poet, and a recipient of our 2019 Lifetime Achievement Award shared with his wife, Marlene Hitt. 

The Celebration of Life ceremony took place on Saturday, 19 November 2022 at the New Hope Church in Sunland, with over 100 people in attendance.  The event included live music played on flute, keyboard, prayers and speeches, the presentation of the flag to the widow of this Korean War veteran, complete with Taps beautifully played on the trumpet, and a luncheon during which the attendees could share their memories of Lloyd and his impact on their lives. 

During the "official" part of the event, Joe DeCenzo read the Eulogy, prepared by Lloyd's son Robert.  It is here reproduced in its entirety.


Lloyd Hitt  (1932-2022)  

     Lloyd Hitt was born February 18, 1932 in San Jose California. His father was Bill Hitt, mother Lorraine and sister Marilyn.  He was born during The Great Depression. He grew up in a Christian home and his childhood was primarily during the wartime effort. His father, Bill, was an aircraft mechanic, pilot and chief inspector for McDonnell aircraft.  Lloyd’s family, like most families at that time, did not have a lot of money, lived a frugal life, and moved often following wherever his father’s expertise was needed.

           He often talked about the various places he lived as a boy. Oklahoma, where his father promptly had Lloyd dig a long ditch for a place to shelter in case of tornados. Or Daggett, where they had a nice house provided right on the airbase. Because it was only a two bedroom, like most homes of that era, his father converted a tool shed out behind the house to a bedroom for Lloyd. He remembered how cold it was in the winter and enjoyed the kerosene heater. They had to move again because, as a Christian woman of that era, his mom did not like how the other ladies enjoyed evening cocktails. His father found a small one room cottage in the nearby town of Newberry Springs. He often spoke of the one room schoolhouse where the teacher was about 90 and pulled from retirement to teach his class.

     Lloyd picked, dried and shucked a large sack of walnuts and sold them to the PX on base for $7 and used that money to buy his first .22 rifle. He felt like he was in heaven wandering the vast desert with his .22 and would look for turtles, rabbits and snakes. He also would ride his ex polo pony and said that horse would turn and stop so fast he could hardly hang on.

     He lived in many other areas like Pacoima, Canoga Park and finally Sunland where his father always would convert a chicken coop, garage attic or even have Lloyd live in a tent out in the yard so his younger sister, Marilyn, could have her own room. But he never complained about any of that. We believe it was part of the adventure of life to him.
    
      At the age of 16, he started working at Sunland Pharmacy. He would clean the floors, burn the trash and was finally promoted to soda jerk. I don’t believe he paid much mind to the owner’s daughter at that time as she was 4 years younger, more to follow on that.  Lloyd attended Verdugo Hills High School, where he learned to play the saxophone and joined the band.  He went on to Glendale College where he worked for his associates’ degree. He also attended UCLA.
     
      Growing up with a father in the aircraft industry, he signed up to be a pilot in the air force. While waiting for that call, he was drafted into the Army. He said when he was in boot camp the call for the Air Force came in, unfortunately his commanding Officer informed him he was now Army property. He said he never regretted it.

     
      The Korean war had been going on for some time when he was shipped to an outpost named pork chop hill.  While en route, he would tell Bobby, “The trucks were coming down with the dead and wounded as fast as the trucks were going up with fresh troops.”  He would say, “not a guy in those trucks could spit, their mouths were so dry from fear and not a word was spoken.”

     He befriended a Corporal named White. They shared a machine gun nest together. The tripod on the .50 cal machine gun was broken and White told Lloyd that he saw one laying on the side of the road a few miles back. Lloyd found the tripod but was spotted by the enemy. Mortars came in and somehow, other than some shrapnel in his arm, he was spared. He delivered the tripod and was sent to medical for treatment. That night his nest took a direct hit and his friend White was killed.  

      He had shared his stories with the family over the years without much emotion, but it wasn’t until his dementia was advanced and he was blindly expressing things that they discovered for all those years, he had mastered the suppression of his PTSD.  You never heard one regret about the Army, it taught him so much about life and made him a strong man. He was deeply appreciative of the Army GI bill affording him the chance to attend USC and become a pharmacist. 

     Something else happened when he was overseas, the boss’s daughter I mentioned earlier, her name was Marlene.  She had been writing him letters. Now both mature with some life experience, a romance evolved. They were married in 1956 at St Mark's Church in Glendale.  Married 66 years, she was his only love as he repeated again and again-that he loved her dearly.


     Lloyd was always a leader. When studying at USC, he became president of his fraternity and class president of the USC School of Pharmacy where he graduated with honors. Many hours were spent at the dinette table of the newlyweds studying. 

     Lloyd was a great father to Jeanette and Bobby, their words.  He took them to ride the family horses through the Wash and through the hills, and he and Bobby took the horses backpacking in the wilderness of the Sierra.  He would take the family camping and fishing and was always supportive... Both Bobby and Jeanette worked with him at Hober’s Pharmacy, the store opened by Marlene’s parents. It was a nice way to be together after school or during vacations. Always busy at the Pharmacy, they looked forward to every other weekend at home with him. It would usually be a workday around the house and church on Sunday.  For many years, during this time, Lloyd devoted himself to leadership and fellowship at Sunland Baptist Church of course, now called New Hope Community Church.

     Upon retirement, like most new retirees, he searched for a new direction. He did things like 
making Lincoln logs for the grandkids. He made a miniature adobe mission, walking sticks, and he loved to work in the garden. Marlene donated her time as a docent and historian at Bolton Hall Museum and Lloyd joined her. Once again, him being the leader, he soon became the President of the Little Landers Historical Society that runs Bolton Hall.  There he fought for upgrades to the building such as a new flagpole that hadn’t been replaced since 1914; a new roof and re-landscape the surrounding park prompted him to correspond with city dignitaries sometime to their chagrin. There he also started a movement to preserve local landmarks such as the castle style homes and original structures in our area.  He also spent years on a movement to preserve a place at the local Verdugo Hills golf course as it was previously a WWII internment site.  Tuna Camp Detention Station now has historical status.

With so much energy and so much willingness to give, he became interested in poetry, writing, some travel, paleontology, home improvement, community activities, and family life. Lloyd Hitt spent the last 18 weeks of his life in Montrose Health Care facility, suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease. A devastating end to 90 years of love, devotion, fortitude and service. Lloyd’s was a life well lived.

~ Eulogy by Robert Hitt, presented by Joe DeCenzo

Lloyd and Marlene as Grand Marshalls of the Parade
     
 All attendees of the Celebration of Life received a booklet with a brief biography, photograph, program and a lovely poem by Marlene Hitt. Here's her poem:
  

To You, W.L.H

On the shore once we stood
watching waves take the sand
I close to you
holding my hand

The back of our future
a long time ago
we see clearly now
passed quickly, passed slow

Herb and poultice
salve and balm
gentled soft on wounds
healed, now are gone

On the far shore of the future
still together we stand
I - close to you, you -
holding my hand

Marlene, Dublin, July 10, 2000


There were many speeches at the community-hall part of the Celebration of Life, many memories, many tears.  As representative of Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga, a group somewhat not well remembered by other attendees, Maja Trochimczyk recalled Lloyd's help during Monthly Poetry Readings at Bolton Hall. Even though he had served as the President of the Little Landers Historical Society, Lloyd was not afraid of the broom: he swept crumbs left by poets after the refreshments were served, and made sure that everything was in good order when the poets left Bolton Hall in the evening. That's "Servant Leadership" at its best! And a great example to future generations of community activists. 

Maja also read two poems by Lloyd from a book of poetry The Earth Time that Moonrise Press published in 2018 and Marlene Hitt edited.  These insightful poems show Lloyd's gifts of observation and reflection about life. 


The Earth Time is a unique poetry collection documenting a lifetime of service of Dr. Lloyd Hitt, a Californian, pharmacist, USC graduate, Korean War veteran, writer, and community activist. The book of 46 poems is divided into five sections, focusing on: the contemplation of natural beauty and power (The Earth Time), dramatic experiences of WWII (The War Time), memories of the past that passed away too quickly (The Memory Time), milestones of a well-lived life (The Life Time), and the time of love, primarily for his wife, poet and historian Marlene Hitt (The Love Time). Dr. Hitt received many awards and honors for his tireless and dedicated community service.

ISBN 9781945938320, paperback, $16.00
ISBN 978-1-945938-33-7, ebook, in ePub system, $10.00 

Alone in Paris


Standing at the top
a million miles away
 I’m alone

Below, Paris
glows with a million lights
I sense you near

The Eiffel is crowded,
exotic voices everywhere
Your voice is silent

Lovers walk hand in hand,
far below, and
I feel your touch

Lamps, light
the River Seine
Your breath on my cheek

Headlights circling ever faster 
the Arc de Triomphe
As a racing heartbeat

Steel girders feel cold to my touch
 but I know
I’m not alone
 
(c) Lloyd Hitt, from "The Earth Time" by Moonrise Press, 2018

The Eiffel Tower, photo by Maja Trochimczyk 

The Color of Life


You and I rode
a grain of sand falling
through the eye of the glass

You and I sat
by a yellow crackling fire
sunrise lit the valley below

You and I felt
the golden warmth of a smile
from across the room

You and I saw
the love of our newborn…
a blue velvet lullaby

You and I wandered
through fields of orange poppies
on a desert floor, wondering why

You and I looked 
at the darkness of night
the blackness cradled the stars

You and I listened 
to a rainbow of verse,
when first read
 
You and I succumbed 
to the eye of the glass, grain by grain
leaving yesterday’s sand behind

All this, you and I were 
 full of life because
you were there. 


(C) by Lloyd Hitt, from "The Earth Time" (Moonrise Press, 2018).


Among other speakers, Pamela Shea of Village Poets read her poem written for this occasion:

Well Done, Lloyd, Well Done!

 by Pamela Shea

In remembering Lloyd, I think of a strong oak tree,

Protecting, serving, providing shelter wherever planted.

Family, friends, country, and community are all blessed.

His legacy lives in all of us through good deeds and planting seeds.

Look around, Lloyd lives on among us; hear his song, he is never gone!

(c) 2022 by Pamela Shea

In 2019, Village Poets presented Marlene and Lloyd with a Lifetime Achievement Award for promoting poetry in the foothills. He got plenty of other honors, medals and distinctions, but we want to remember that he shared the world of poetry with us. 

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2019/08/marlene-and-lloyd-hitts-lifetime.html

Lifetime Achievement Award for Marlene and Lloyd Hitt from Village Poets

Celebration of Life Programs and flag with medals.


A selection of Lloyd's honors and recognition










Thursday, August 1, 2019

Marlene and Lloyd Hitt's Lifetime Achievement Award from Village Poets


Marlene and Lloyd Hitt with Village Poets. Photo Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

On July 28, 2019, at the Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga, Village Poets presented its "Lifetime Achievement Award" to Dr. Lloyd Hitt and Marlene Hitt during a crowded poetry reading, MC-ed by poet Joe DeCenzo, and filled with loving tributes and gifts to the wonderful couple, retiring from their active duties as members of Village Poets, an organization that they co-founded in 2010 with Dorothy Skiles, Joe DeCenzo and Maja Trochimczyk.




After the initial warm welcome by Joe DeCenzo and tribute poem by current Poet Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga, Pamela Shea, a representative from the office of State Senator Anthony Portantino, presented the Senator's Resolution in praise of the lives and achievements of the distinguished couple.  In addition to their volunteering efforts for the Sunland Tujunga Neighborhood Council, Bolton Hall Museum and Little Landers Society, they served as Grand Marshalls of the Sunland Tujunga Independence Day Parade in 2017. 



Photo Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

The manifold achievements and contributions of Dr. Hitt and his wife, Marlene to the local community were summarized by Sunland-Tujunga Poet Laureate, Pamela Shea in her poem that opened the proceedings. 


Marlene and Lloyd Hitt with their award, poets Beverly M. Collins, Dorothy Skiles, 
and Mira Mataric. Photo by Maja Trochimczyk



POEM FOR MARLENE and LLOYD HITT
7-28-19 by Pamela Shea


Marlene and Lloyd Hitt, Two accomplished halves,
One amazing whole, Achieving noble goals.

A lifetime of love, Giving and living,
Creating strong family, Involved in community.

His-story, her-story— Combined, a tale of glory;
Gifts for posterity, Together, legacy.

Both were educated locally;
Lloyd worked long and hard in Hober’s Pharmacy;
Marlene was an adored preschool teacher;
Their strong work ethic is a lifelong feature.

Lloyd was a Neighborhood Council Founding Member,
Established the local Land Use Committee,
Championed Overlay Zones and “Only the Oaks Remain”;
Lloyd’s years of service have been our gain.

Marlene, our inaugural Poet Laureate,
Writer, literary ambassador, and advocate;
She is the ultimate “career volunteer”;
Her influence extends both far and near.

Beloved Bolton Hall Museum
Became their home away from home—
Marlene, Director and Archivist;
Lloyd, President—their love is in these stones.

So we now salute and applaud them
As the outstanding people they are;
We are indeed the fortunate ones
Sharing their great space under the sun.


More information about the honorees may be found in the previous blog with announcement of this ceremony. http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2019/06/village-poets-honor-marlene-hitt-and.html

Pamela Shea, photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Pamela Shea brought to the event more than a poem, she ordered a wonderful chocolate cake from Backdoor Bakery.



Photo by Maja Trochimczyk


Chocolate cake from Backdoor Bakery


The manifold achievements of Marlene were later highlighted by poet KATHABELA WILSON in her post on Colorado Boulevard: 

https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-simple-beauty/



Kathabela Wilson writes: "Marlene Hitt was recently honored, along with her husband Lloyd, for their decades of service to the Sunland-Tujunga poetic and historical community. Working as hosts and volunteer docents at Bolton Hall Museum there they host Village Poets and the Poet Laureate program. Marlene, an accomplished poet, tells me “I love to learn.” Her tanka in our Simple Beauty Salon are new. Inspired when I introduced tanka at Bolton Hall, a few months ago, her unique voice, so sensitive to detail, shines through like the moon through clouds. In her interview with Kath Abela, in 2015, she tells the story of her grandmother who was a fine poet. She called Marlene, as a child, “The Sunland Rose.” She recognized Marlene’s poetic talent speaking her “inner voices” aloud. Marlene went on from there, inspired to be a poet. She has published in anthologies and journals and her recently published book Clocks and Water Drops, published by Moonrise Press, is available on Amazon."

Kathabela presented Marlene with a copy of the interview she published with her on Colorado Boulevard:


https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/mapping-the-artist-marlene-hitt/



Lloyd and Marlene Hitt's Wedding Photo

The covers of Marlene's Hitt books and anthologies that included her work were portrayed on the large banner from her Independence Day Parade ride, an old pick up truck. It served as the centerpiece for the ceremony.


Joe DeCenzo presents Marlene's banner from the Parade.
Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

Marlene read an excellent selection of her poems, selected to serve as a counterbalance to poems by her husband Lloyd, read  later by Joe DeCenzo.  Many of these poems were never published, though some came from her 2015 book, Clocks and Water Drops (Moonrise Press).   After a joint reading of a poem "The Remembering" with Joe DeCenzo, who represented the voice of Lloyd, he remained on the stage to present Lloyd's own poetry. 


Marlene and Joe DeCenzo read "The Remembering." Photo by Maja Trochimczyk 



THE REMEMBERING

She says she remembers
the dark meat of grouse
chunky with bites of buckshot,
cabbage fried in bacon grease,
one pot of potatoes for eleven children.

He says he remembers

sugared tomatoes stewed in the warm kitchen,
flour-and-milk pudding on a snowy day
with brown sugar and nutmeg.
The days they salted the pork.

She remembers

the root cellar full of salamanders,
chickens and peas and jams in jars,
muddy prints on the scrubbed floor,
hot water on the side of the stove.

He remembers

digging the well. Twilight harvests.
Piling manure on the side of the house,
ferrets in the henhouse,
the cow that nearly gored his mother.

She remembers

the one tin dipper in the wooden water bucket,
the babies coming one after the other,
the grandmother, the hired hands,
Sunday dinners, so many pies.

He says he remembers

the day they brought the Rumley home,
the joy of an easier days’ work,
the calving, the horse with colic,
the Northern Lights.

She says she remembers the story

of her father coming home
over unmarked prairie,
the horses leading through blizzard,
the dot of lamplight in the frosted window.

He remembers the story

of the day a mother loaned blankets
to fevered, trail-weary men.
In a month children died,
throats closed, breath trapped inside.

She remembers

her first sight of the city
the day after they eloped,
the room they stayed in,
the frame garage that became their home.

He remembers

the job that took him from her,
the full, sweet moments of coming home,
their small corner drug store,
built together. The children.

They say they remember

as they hold hands,
speak about the new ways of things,
and of their old world
which has passed away.



(c) Marlene Hitt, from Clocks and Water Drops (2015)



Joe DeCenzo reads, Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Grandfather Clock


I sip my coffee, the clock chimes six. 
In that slow, honest pensive way, the brass pendulum swings. Stops. 
The early morning sun reflects
when time stands still.

When I was eight, I believed
I could enter that split second,
that time was frozen and I could live forever. 
When I was young
there was so much time.

When I was fifty,
time was filled with family and work, 
now my children are me.

I watch and remember.

Dad was eighty, wan and bent,
one hand gently pulling the clock chain 
the other cradling the weight 
in white cotton gloves, as if to nurse 
the minutes, that time might
                                                    stand still.


(C) 2018 by Lloyd Hitt, from The Earth Time (Moonrise Press, 2018)


Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Joe DeCenzo read an extensive selection of poems from The Earth Time, Lloyd Hitt's first poetry collection, published in 2018 as a surprise Christmas gift from Marlene, and edited by her, with help from Maja Trochimczyk (Moonrise Press, 2018).  Since Lloyd, during Village Poets readings, contented himself with setting and putting away chairs and with reminding the poets not to make a mess, the quality and scope of his poetry surprised and delighted the audience. 


Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

The Presentation of the "Lifetime Achievement Award" concluded the first half of the proceedings.  On behalf of all Village Poets gathered on the stage Maja Trochimczyk thanked Lloyd and Marlene for establishing the Poet Laureate program and helping organize and manage the monthly Village Poets readings at the Bolton Hall Museum, held since 2010.  


Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.


Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

Photo by Kathabela Wilson

Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

The intermission was filled with sweets, congratulations for the honorees, and wonderful chocolate cake from Backdoor Bakery and organic fruit tart on almond-flour crust by poet Chris Cresset.


Organic fruit tart with almond crust, by Chris Cresset 

The second half of the celebration brought in tributes and thank-yous to Lloyd and Marlene, for their lifetime of efforts to unify, protect, and beautify the community and enrich the literary scene of the foothills.



Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

JOE DECENZO, the talented MC and the Fourth Poet Laureate of Sunland Tujunga wrote a villanella, based on the famous poem by Dylan Thomas. 


You'll NOT Go Gentle into That Good Night


~ after Dylan Thomas,"Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night"


You'll NOT go gentle into that good night,

Your dreams to build this town inspired all;
Your lantern of the village burns too bright.

Your passion and persistence did ingite

The challenge to look past the boundary walll.
You'll NOT go gentle into that good night.

The power of your love and inner light

Will resurrect the circle should we fall.
Your lantern of the village burns too bright.

We;re grateful for the depth of appetite

You nurtured from the moment we could crawl.
You'll not go gentle into that good night.

Examples of your deeds will guide our flight

To grow our future ventures strong and tall.
Your lantern of the village burns too bright.

The spirit of your lessons we'll hod tight

Beyond the mortar's strength of Bolton Hall.

You'll NOT go Gentle into that good night

Your lantern of the village burns too bright.

(C) 2019 by Joe DeCenzo. To honor Village Poets founding members Lloyd and Marlene Hitt on the celebration of their achievements, 28 July 2019  "A Life of Love, Leadership and Literature." 



Dorothy Skiles, Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

DOROTHY SKILES thanked Marlene from getting her out of a writer's block and read two poems from the book they published together, Riddle in the Rain (2003).

JOURNEY



Perhaps wind gusted
across rooftops
to the dive onto that balcony
and through the white dress
left all day to dry,
caught that one white thread.
Perhaps a rag tied on a fence rail
frayed and dropped away,
night-blown across fields,
or maybe this light thread
drifted all the way from Tory
where a little girl
climbed a fence in a rush,
ripped her dress. Perhaps.
Maybe.  No way to know.
How far did it travel,
this piece of thread
come to rest beside my boot?

Marlene Hitt

From Riddle in the Rain (Copyright 2003 by Marlene Hitt and Dorothy Skiles) All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Dorothy picked a line from Marlene's poem “and through the white dress / left all day to dry” and wrote her response as follows:

NAVY BLUE SKIRT

On a day like this
with nothing in the
way but blue sky
and memories of

            my mama’s
            navy blue skirt
blowing in the
wind, while
she hung the
white cotton
sheets out to dry.
I’d get lost
between the sheets
and Daddy’s boxer
shorts smelling of Tide.
She calmed my panic,
once I found her
and buried my head
in her navy blue skirt.

Dorothy Skiles

From Riddle in the Rain (Copyright 2003 by Marlene Hitt and Dorothy Skiles) All rights reserved. Used by permission. 

Elsa Frausto's Bouquet

ELSA S. FRAUSTO brought to the reading some of the earliest publications by Marlene, Poetry Calendars published by Chupa Rosa Writers in the 1990s.   She read one poem of her own and one by Marlene. She also brought a lovely bouquet of  small flowers from her garden as a token of appreciation. The layout and the vase, were designed to remind the audience of an inkpot with a feather pen in it... 



PAINTER

The eye likes what it sees.

It doesn’t want to become
the thing looked upon.
Her ample hip carrying a child
moves to an old music
in her bones.
The feet are two large fans
that cool the crusty earth.
The meeting is halfway
between the eye that loves
and the call of her swaying hips.

by Elsa Samkow-Frausto

Chuparosa Calendar Diary 1994


TAKE ME WITH YOU


Picaflor,

      (four babies fit in a teaspoon),
              drink deep the deep nectar from the deep cup.
                             behind you the mountains stand
              before you, flowers of sage and the chuparosa.
Dive,
                     dart,
                                          then fly,
                                                                     buzzing like the bee
               your colors shine in the sun and in my eye.
               Colibri, picaflor, touch every blossom
As you fly.
                                  Take me with you


By Marlene Hitt

Chuparosa Calendar Diary 1993


Photo by Maja Trochimczyk 

MAJA TROCHIMCZYK talked about the role of Marlene and Lloyd in the start of the Village Poets and Poet Laureate Program in Sunland-Tujunga. She thanked the  honorees for years of poetic inspiration and community involvement. Instead of reading her own poems, she presented Marlene's "Fifteen Ways of Hearing the Wind Chimes" published in the Chopin with Cherries anthology that Maja edited in 2010  as her own Poet Laureate project, celebrating the 200th birth anniversary of Fryderyk Chopin.

Photo Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

Peter Larsen, Photo by Maja Trochimczyk 

Other poets also read Marlene's poetry instead of her own. Village Poets regular member, Peter LARSEN read the wonderful poem "Silence" from Clocks and Water Drops (Moonrise Press, 2015).

SILENCE


There is something about 

silence...its weight,
the way it inhales,
leaves the room clear 
for thought.
Though quiet is never pure
as all the world knows.
Take away the whirr of fans,
traffic’s drone, 
and leave the sky
clear and quiet. 
Turn the voices off,
quiet the old record.
Sound still creeps in 
with the call of birds,
scrambled scree 
on the hillside,
bees, or a night 
full of crickets. 
Without these, 
the beating sound 
of one’s own heart.
One evening 
we sat moon-bathing, 
listening for nothing. 
But the silence,
so light, so fragile,
just slipped away.

(c) 2015 by Marlene Hitt, from Clocks and Water Drops


Standing room only. Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Many poets expressed their gratitude by reading their favorite poems dedicated to the honorees. We heard from Dr. Mira MATARIC, Alice PERO, Ed ROSENTHAL, Beverly M. COLLINS, John ASKEW, Chris CRESSET, and other guests - including artist Cory STEIN and muralist Gerardo BARRIENTOS - that came to congratulate Lloyd and Marlene for their impact on the poetry world and the community. 


Cile Borman, Photo by Emil "Gene Schulz Jr. 

The poetic and artistic tributes ended with wonderful poet and song-writer, CILE BORMAN Vice President of Lake View Terrace Improvement Association, who wrote and presented a tribute song.

LLOYD AND MARLENE SONG


~ To the melody of "It's a wonderful world, "as sang by Louis Armstrong


(Verse 1)

Today is your day and we are all here to say
Lloyd and Marlene, we love you, for your many giving ways
What  you've done for the community can never be repaid

(Verse 2) 

The smiles on your faces are wonderful to see
There's no other place that we'd rather be
then here with the two of you on this special day

(Bridge) 

The love on the faces
Of the people that are here
Say that you both are very special
We all hold you dear
Are so glad to know you
As a relative or a friend
Are were lucky to be with you again

(Verse 3)

What you have contributed to Bolton Hall
can never be repaid
Your time given unselfishly in so many ways
Is an example for us to follow in the coming days

(Repeated Bridge)

The love on the faces
Of the people that are here
Say that you both are very special
And we all hold you dear
Are so glad to know you
As a relative or a friend
Are all so very lucky to be with you again

(Verse 4)

Lloyd and Marlene we all looked forward
to being here today
To return the love
That you've shown in so many ways
WE gathered here to let you know
Just how much we love you
And we will always hold you dear

(C) 2019 by Cile Borman. Used by Permission


Cindy Cleghorn photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr. 

Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Mark Siegel, Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

In addition to the poets and artists, many community activists and organizers thanked Lloyd and Marlene Hitt for their multitude of achievements in building up the twin cities of Sunland and Tujunga.  Someone even quipped that they should be called "Mr. and Mrs. Sunland-Tujunga." The speakers included Mark SIEGEL, past president of the ST Neighborhood Council; Cindy CLEGHORN, local business owner, past president of the STNC and its current Secretary; as well as representatives from  Tuna Canyon Detention Station Coalition (where Japanese Americans were imprisoned during the war) - Nancy ODA, President and Kanji SAHARA, Vice President.  They read haiku written by Lloyd Hitt (President Emeritus of the organization) and Marlene Hitt, that were printed on posters with biographies  in order to provide a poetic commentary about lives of individuals associated with the Camp's history, such as its commandant and a local pastor who strongly opposed the internment. 


Mr. Kanji SAHARA of the Tuna Canyon Detention Station Coalition
Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

Roger KLEMM of the Sunland-Tujunga Rotary Club presented a certificate of appreciation from the Rotary, the organizer of the Sunland Tujunga Independence Day Parade and many other community projects.  


                              Roger Klemm of the ST Rotary. Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.



Artist Abby DIAMOND gave the honorees a print of her torn-paper mosaic Yucca, that was earlier used on the cover of the California Quarterly 44:1 edited by Maja Trochimczyk and including poems by Marlene among other Californians. 



                                                   Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.



Local community activists Jon and Karen Von Gunten, long-time members of the Sunland-Tujunga Neighborhood Council wrote funny limericks to honor Lloyd and Marlene. 



Jon and Karen Von Gunten, photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

Jon and Karen Von Gunten sent in their presentation:

"This is a pretty intimidating crowd! I know... Karen and I can't hope to compete...with poets who think in rhymes and feet. So if we offer some modest treat, we only hope it keeps your beat.


Karen to Lloyd...

There once was a man we call Lloyd
Whose passions were never alloyed.
Instead of just yelping
He always was helping
To make this a place we've enjoyed.


Jon to Marlene...

  Marlene and I have occasionally talked about the pros and cons of using rhyme in poetry, so...

This lady we love named Marlene
Thinks my limerick rhymes are obscene.
No charging equestrian...
They're completely pedestrian
And sometimes they don't rhyme at all.

With huge affection and a nudge in the ribs!"

   - Jon & Karen von Gunten

The Hitts with ST community activists. Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.

The proceedings completed with presentation of huge bouquets of roses by current President of the ST Neighborhood Council by Lilian Sanchez who credited her involvement in civic affairs to lessons from Lloyd and Marlene. 



Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.


Photo by Maja Trochimczyk





Marlene and Lloyd with their children. Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Village Poets with Lloyd and Marlene Hitt. Photo by Emil "Gene" Schulz Jr.