zolac_no_miko: (feet!)
*O Lorin Gill, we will cherish our special love for you

Kink's Obit:

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About 38 years ago, Lorin Tarr Gill took Samuel Gon to the barren summit of Mauna Loa, opening the teenager's eyes to the unique environment of Hawaii.

"He refused to teach me the plants on the way up the mountain because it would be too confusing, so we hiked all the way up to the top," said Gon, senior scientist and cultural adviser for the Nature Conservancy. "He taught me the plants, one by one, as they made their appearance as you're coming down the mountain.

"He was the one who awakened me to a real appreciation of the native plants and animals and ecosystems in Hawaii and the need to conserve them that led me to a career in conservation," said Gon, 54.

Gill, a naturalist, founder of the Hawaii Chapter of the Sierra Club in the 1960s and considered by many as the father of environmental education in Hawaii, died of cancer Friday at his home in Pohai Nani in Kaneohe. He was 82.

As director of environmental education at the Moanalua Gardens Foundation in the '80s and '90s, Gill helped create the curricula and outreach programs to teach geology, natural history and botany to schoolchildren.

As a social worker and director of the Palama Settlement in the 1950s and 1960s, Gill introduced thousands of youngsters to camping and hiking.

Although he had no children of his own, Gill nurtured many Hawaii youth who showed an interested in the environment, some of whom, like Gon, went into the environmental field.

Gill began the local Sierra Club's High School Hikers Program and the Hawaii Service Trip Program, which was initially for college students.

"It was his belief the way you protected the environment was to educate the young and what was in their own back yard, so when they were old enough to understand it, they would protect it," said Ken Kupchak, longtime friend and early Sierra Club leader. "A lot of kids went into protecting the environment."

Gill was also like a second father to brother Tom Gill's six children.

Gary Gill, son of former Lt. Gov. Tom Gill, said, "When my dad was in the heat of politics, my uncle often would take us on trips to the neighbor islands," trekking the Na Pali Coast, Mauna Loa and Haleakala. Their appreciation for native plants and animals and the natural and cultural history of the islands was shaped by their uncle, he said.

Gary Gill attributes his uncle's interest in cultural uses of native plants and Hawaiian history, in part, to Lorin Gill's mother, also named Lorin Tarr Gill, a writer for the Bishop Museum (as well as the Star-Bulletin) whose museum books and periodicals were at his disposal.

Annette Kaohelaulii, 71, a former Sierra Club outings leader, said, "Lorin was an inspiration to me. I think that was Lorin's greatest gift: He could share what he knew. I think he was an inspiration to a lot of people."

His teaching ability was enhanced by his photographic memory, she said.

Rick Barboza, co-owner of Hui Ku Maoli Ola Native Plant Specialists and founder and director of Papahana Kuaola, a nonprofit dedicated to natural history and cultural education of which Gill was a board member, was amazed at his ability to retain knowledge, even of the obscure locations of plants in the wild.

Barboza said Gill was in his 70s when he accompanied Gill to his favorite hiking spot, Wailau Valley, Molokai.

Gill's commitment to protect native plants also led to the conveyance of 4,000 acres of conservation land in the Honouliuli Preserve to the state, Gary Gill said.

Born in Honolulu, Lorin Gill graduated from Roosevelt High School in 1946 and earned his bachelor's and master's degrees in social work from the University of Hawaii.

He is survived by hanai son Harry Lee Kwai and the family of late hanai son Pat Murata.

Memorial services and a celebration of his life will be held 5 p.m. Nov. 20 at Palama Settlement.

Contributions may be made in Gill's name to the Sierra Club Hawaii Chapter, P.O. Box 2577, Honolulu, HI 96803.

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Source at the Honolulu Star Advertiser has some lovely comments. I got teary-eyed at one of the Palama Boys' wish to Kink for "Fair winds on a following sea", for some reason.

Also, Sierra Club Hawaii has a nice memorial and tribute page. People have written some lovely oli and mele for him.

I need to start making travel arrangements for November.

...In other news, yesterday's big cooking project was grilled tilapia with blackened cajun seasoning and garlic aioli, purple mashed potatoes, steamed kale with lemon juice, and sweet vermouth with mango juice.

So it goes.

Oct. 2nd, 2010 02:28 pm
zolac_no_miko: (pay attention to the strangeness)
So last night was interesting. As I mentioned, Kink's death didn't hit me right away. Apparently what I needed to do to process was cook a gourmet dinner first.

My theory while Dar is gone is to cook big meals on the weekends and spend as much of the week as possible eating leftovers. Good plan, yes? Last night I made berry barbecued pork sword loin roast with raspberry sauce (raspberries, sugar, orange juice, apple maple barbecue sauce) and roasted vegetables (beets, five colors of carrots, and Yukon Gold potatoes tossed with olive oil, sage, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper). It was AMAZING. That's what you get for leaving me, Daria. XP I opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Grayson Cellars (heh~!) and watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy (WITHOUT YOU, DARIA! XP).

After dinner and well into my second glass of wine, I reread a bunch of the emails from my family about Kink's last week. That was when I started breaking down. I ended up sobbing into my wine. I tried to call my mother, but she was out. I lit a candle, turned off all the lights, put on sad music, had more wine, and just cried for a while. I went to bed drunk and soggy, but not before making my bed with clean sheets. This seemed terribly important at the time.

It's a beautiful sunny day today. I'm playing phone tag with my mother... expecting a call from her in a few minutes, once she gets off the highway.

...

Oct. 1st, 2010 09:34 pm
zolac_no_miko: (feet!)
My Uncle Kink is dead. I've been reading the family emails over the last two weeks as he succumbed to the cancer that's been eating him for over a year. I found out a few hours ago and I thought it was fine but I've had a couple of glasses of wine and it's just hit me. God I'm gonna miss this man.

...I need to call my mother.
zolac_no_miko: (feet)
It turns out Kink's heart is strong enough for chemo, so the doctor has revised his prognosis from 2-3 months to something more like 6 months. ...Not great, but better. I hope, anyway. Chemo is rough; I hope the quality of life will be good enough to be worth extending the time a few months. It's definitely a plus that he will have time to go to the Danube in August with his friend. And hopefully I'll get a chance to see him once or twice before the cancer catches up to him.

Cancer

Jul. 1st, 2009 12:05 am
zolac_no_miko: (feet)
I should be asleep, but I glanced at my email just now and got some bad news. My Auntie Lauree's chemo did not succeed, and she's got to do another dose.

Worse (bad on top of bad), my Grandpa Tom's younger brother Lorin, my Uncle Kink, has been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer. He noticed a lump in his groin area a week and a half ago, and got it checked out. The cancer has spread to his liver and lungs. He's been given 2 or 3 months to live.

Jesus.

I love my Uncle Kink. He is every bit the great man my grandfather was, another pillar of strength and an inspiration to the whole family. His knowledge of Hawaiiana, botany, history, politics, geology, and so many other subjects is unmatched and invaluable. He is a true living treasure of Hawaii. I meet so many people, in the field of conservation and many other walks of life, who speak of Lorin Gill with awe and respect, and tell me how proud I should be to be his grandniece. I already know.

Kink has long been a role model for me. I can remember from small-kid time, following him around at his very heels on hikes, soaking up every story for every plant, every insect, every sacred place... a habit I have never lost. I wish I could remember even a tenth of what he's told me.

Gary's going to try to get the rest of the oral history recorded. Kink intends to continue with his plans to travel on the Danube and in Sicily, and to expand his bookshelves to hold his Hawaiian book collection. He wants his ashes to be with his mother Lor's (a truly great woman, though I never knew her; no surprise her sons turned out so well) on Konahuanui.

Gods. I'm glad I got to see him, albeit briefly, when I went over for Grandpa's funeral. We got to chat a bit. ...Hell. I hope that's not the last time I'm going to see him.

This sucks.

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