DAVID
CUMMINGS SANBORN
September
5, 1941 – June 2, 1961
From the Memorial Service for David Cummings
Sanborn
Sunday, June 11, 1961
The First Baptist Church
Nyack, N.Y.
Reverend Arthayer Sanborn
In the brilliant dawn of a September morn, David
was born on September 5, 1941 in Framingham, Mass. a scant nine miles
from his first parsonage home in Woodville, Mass. In his very first weeks
of life he was known as "The Journal Baby" for he was the first baby to
be featured in the HOW AMERICA LIVES Series of the Ladies Home Journal.
He grew to be proud of the honor and the title.
His first steps were taken in his next parsonage home in Woonsocket,
R.I. where, later as a student at Harris School, he won many honors. In
the fall of 1953 he came to Nyack – the town which was his home in these
maturing years – and the name which was to endear him to his classmates
at Carson-Newman College in Tennessee where he was known as "Nyack – the
Yankee Rebel."
Having just completed his sophomore year at college, he had returned
to Lake Sunapee in N.H. to work for the summer – when death reached
out suddenly and grasped his young life just before midnight on Friday,
June 2.
Always hampered by the breathlessness of asthma, he never shielded
himself from living life to the full. He ran when he should have walked.
He played hard at every game - be it soccer, hockey or football. Despite
his handicap, he was never content to be a mere spectator; but thrust all
his energy into living as he drained from life the fullness of joy.
He found happiness in little things – the songs of the birds – the
arms of a mighty pine tree swaying in the wind – the spray of the lake
beating against his face – the glow of the evening sunset streaking across
the mountains standing neighbor to the N.H. home he loved so much. He loved
life and was ready to carve out of it a thing to be cherished. With such
contagious enthusiasm he enjoyed the wonders of God's world – on the farm
caring for his pet calves – on the sands of Maine searching for sand dollars
– skiing down the trails of his beloved Mt. Sunapee in winter and in summer
skimming along on his water skis on the lake nestled in the foothills of
the mountain. Life, indeed, was brimming full.
He was a restless youth burning with desire and learning from his
mistakes. He hurried along the roads of youthful adventure seeking the
landmarks of truth and honesty. In his few years he was caught up in a
compassion for those in need. He walked with those who needed someone to
share a burden. His words, though few, resounded with a depth of understanding
and in his eyes was the twinkle of humor which brightened the lives of
many. But he saw in life a challenge - hard and daring. The lines of truth
etched in his mind caused him to see good in those about him. Within his
soul stirred a desire to help others and to find peace for himself and
all mankind.
He struggled with the complexities and conundrums of life. But he
was determined to make something of himself. And in his quest he had found
his way to God - the God of wisdom, of truth, of love and of hope. And
now he speaks to reassure us of this same God who moves mysteriously to
perform his miracles of love.
And so the memories that flood over us all, ripple over cascades
of unforgettable moments as he learned to accept a physical weakness and
master it - almost. But he did go out to meet the challenges of his dreams
and had turned to art to express his love of beauty and color. His hopes
for the tomorrows are not ended. For other hands and hearts will carry
on to fulfilment his unfinished hopes and dreams.
Though his body rests 'neath the outstretched arms of a giant pine
tree in his beloved New Hampshire, his spirit moves on to claim the wideness
of the earth he longed to travel. His love shall never die for it is eternal.
And through that love he shall inspire and strengthen us that we may remember.
And remembering we might so live that we may complete that which he did
not have time to do.
Text
provided courtesy
of
Bob Zehner.