Thursday, October 23, 2025

The Rev. Larrimore C. Crockett; March 2, 1933 - September 10, 2025

The Reverend Dr. Larrimore C. Crockett, 92, died in his home in Dummerston, Vermont on September 10, 2025, surrounded by family. 

Larry was born March 2, 1933 in Aurora, IL, and spent his early years living in the Midwest. The son of the Reverends Barney C. Crockett and Olga Winter Crockett, he carried the family’s ministerial tradition into a long and respected career as a religious scholar and beloved preacher in the United Church of Christ. After completing seminary at Chicago Theological Seminary he was ordained to the Christian ministry in 1957 in Dummerston, Vermont. He divided his time serving church communities in Vermont and Rhode Island, earning a Ph.D. from Brown University in 1966, where he also served as Chaplain.  

In the early 1970s he was Associate Professor of Religion at Keuka College (Keuka Park, NY), and Visiting Professor of Religion at Lawrence University (Appleton, WI). In 1973 Larry moved with his family back to Vermont where they built a home on the side of Black Mountain in Dummerston, a place he loved very much. Between 1973 and 1994, he enjoyed a rich employment experience in area churches and higher education. He taught and served in administrative roles at Windham College and Southern Vermont College. He served the Vermont Conference of the United Church of Christ, as Moderator of the Windham-Union Association. He helped create the Vermont Academy of Spiritual Training (VAST), and served on its faculty for several years. In later years he was the Pastor-in-residence at Chicago Theological Seminary and adjunct faculty at Bangor Theological Seminary. 

In 1980 he was awarded the honorary degree of Doctor of Humanities by the College of St. Joseph, Rutland (VT) in recognition of his contributions to higher education in Vermont. From 1985-1997 he was Assistant Minister of the Guilford Community Church, serving with his wife, Shirley, who was the minister. This partnership and ministry in Guilford was one of the most satisfying experiences of his life and led to his writing a history of the Guilford Church, Safe Thus Far, which was published by Black Mountain Press in 1998 and dedicated to Shirley. He subsequently published books of Shirley’s children stories, The Mended Cup (2003), I Invite the Children to Come Forward (2010), her pastoral prayers, Be Present Here (2008) and several volumes of family history. 

Larry enjoyed researching and writing about his understanding of religious thought and published articles in academic journals throughout his early life. Later, he turned to writing about people who had an impact on his life and in 2010 he wrote and published a history of the Blanche Moyse Chorale, More Than Thirty Years of Glorious Sound. For over seventeen years he maintained this blog at vividreports.blogspot.com. His sermons were grounded in scholarly research but he was able to convey his messages of radical love, inclusion, and forgiveness through language and stories that connected meaningfully to his parishioners’ lives. Larry continued to be active in local congregations for the entirety of his life. His kindness, his thoughtful manner, and his sincere interest in others were blessings to all who knew him. 

One of Larry’s greatest passions in life was his love of music. He served as director of church choirs in Guilford and Dummerston and brought his resonant bass voice to many music projects in the region. He was a longtime member of the Blanche Moyse Chorale and participated in several world music groups such as The River Singers where he met his second wife, Ellen Tolles. On June 19, 2005 they were married and embarked on a musical adventure with their shared passion. Immersed in a loving church and music community they explored multiple genres of choral music from classical pieces to hymns and traditional folk song and brought comfort to people in Hospice care, senior homes, and hospitals through their work with the Hospice-related chorus, Hallowell.  

Larry was active in his community, serving on several boards in the Brattleboro Area including Brattleboro Hospice, the Brattleboro Music Center and Sojourns Community Health Clinic. He was deeply concerned about local, national and world issues. He participated in the Selma-Montgomery March in 1965, was a frequent participant in anti-Vietnam war demonstrations in the 1960s and 1970s and supported environmental and sustainability issues. 

He was predeceased by Shirley Harris Crockett, his wife of 43 years; his brother Stewart Crockett of Elgin , IL; and his daughter, Betsey Crockett Shay. In addition to his wife, Ellen, he is survived by his son, John Crockett (Cynthia Hughes), of Westminster West, VT; his granddaughter, Katherine “Katie” Shay of St. Louis, MO; several nieces and nephews and their families; and, through Ellen, a large family of children, grandchildren and siblings.  

Larry found his highest fulfillment in caring for and nurturing others, both individually and in organizations, through his beloved family, his many friends, his vocation as a minister, teacher, counselor and administrator, his community involvement, and through his singing. His family extends their deepest gratitude to those who brought Larry delight and peace in his last days through companionship and song.

Details of services

A music-filled service of remembrance and celebration will be held for Larry at 2:00 PM on Saturday, November 15, 2025 at Centre Congregational Church in Brattleboro, VT. A reception will follow at the Guilford Community Church in Guilford, VT.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Summer without a summer

We had an unexpected visit from my godson, Tom McKean 
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  We are well into August and it  hasn't felt like summer yet. Not only has it been cool, but we have not been to a single Music Festival event, which makes summer summer for us.  That's mainly because of me. I have not been outside the house for probably six weeks.  As I get weaker, I have increasing concerns about walking up stairs.  I have sat on the deck a few times. We'll be into cold weather again before we know it. But it just hasn't felt like summer. We were concerned about humid, hot days in the 90's, but they have not materialized even though we had installed a free-standing AC unit just in case.   Now the weather will be increasingly fallish. We  don’t have to worry about being overheated anymore this yea. Gosh! Have I experienced my last really hot humid day?  

Later:******

Now it’s August 20! Still - in the mid 50s. Still haven’t left the house. But lots of of visitors. David and Wendy Baker brought vegetables today,

 It’s.Aug 25th.Still cool  but nice.  Jerome visited today. Helen brought him. 

Monday, July 21, 2025

Doing ok..

Hi,
    Still dealing with some phone issues but basically doing okay physically and emotionally . Sleeping better,  Bayada hospice is very helpful.  Hope to be back to regular blog posts soon .

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Problems with email

 These past few days  I've had problems with Sover.Net -I'm getting a message saying the account has been disabled. How can that be? It doesn't tell me how to "enable" it. Stay tuned!

Saturday, July 5, 2025

A. Stream of visitors and events

A few days ago, I had five visitors - Bill Warriner, Fred Breunig and Patrice Murray, Elizabeth Christie and Margie Serkin. That could have been very tiring but wasn't. Three stayed a very short time; that helped.
Fred and Patrice.************************************* Ever since I posted the new era blog, I've seen a lot of people. They may sense the time may be short. The big thing that has happened is that I was visited by a Hospice nurse, Sy, and she interviewed me extensively and I am signed up with Bayada Hospice. This is going to be a huge help in terms of personal care, equipment (like a good wheelchair), meds, etc. This will support Ellen especially. So I'll be seeeing a lot of Bayada staff in coming weeks. The other big thing is that I was featured on a Zoom Higher Ground session Thursday in which I elaborated on things I said in a previous session about my "journey into dying." People really appreciated what I said and wanted to hear more. Here are some notes made by Mike Mayer. "Larry’s sharing with the group last week was evocative for us all. Excerpts include: “I think that dying is an amazing journey. And I have entered it with a lot of questions and uncertainties; now I’m beginning to understand better what it’s about. It’s definitely a discovery of a lot of goodness and wonder, and love and forgiveness, and sharing, and so, it’s an amazing journey!” Larry reflected on what he called a “practice for dying,” entering a new phase of his illness with major fatigue, but generally feeling better. He spoke glowingly of ways others have enriched his process: the Guilford church singing group coming by, and a group of ministers who have gotten together to discuss the book Aging with Wisdom and Grace by Dr. Wilkie and his wife Noreen Cannon Au. “It sees the dying process as a very special, wonderful, important part of life… not to be feared or avoided… not to be denied. It’s to be fully embraced! And open oneself to new opportunities! It’s just a whole different way to think about the process of dying. And to see it as something, which is really in many ways, possibly the most important part of your life. I can’t say I’ve achieved that 100%, but I have a better understanding, and I’m evolving, and changing, and growing, and learning… Who knows what is yet to be discovered in this process.” Others have come on Wednesdays to support Ellen’s care-giving process to give her time for other things in her life. One of her many gifts to him has been her frequent reading aloud—“medicine” for helping calm him down and rest amidst the tremors of Parkinson’s. In Hallowell, the hospice choir, co-founder Kathy Leo refers to it as the “don’t-know-mind”, that comes from The Five Invitations by Frank Ostasetski, that Fred also referred to in readings related to his own illness. “It’s a mind free of all expectations and presumptions, and just completely open to what is there,” Larry went on to say. “What is real and true right now in this room—the people, the thoughts, the fears, the hopes, the postures that people are assuming, the way people are touching the person who is in the bed. We try to be completely aware and open to that, and then respond to that in our singing. It’s an amazing, amazing experience to go into a situation, totally unknown, with that kind of openness and attitude of not knowing. It goes contrary to a lot of things that maybe we were taught in another part of our lives. We’re told we should know, or we should be arming ourselves in some way, but it’s good to be vulnerable, and to be open, and to let the reality of a situation wash over us, and then respond to that in an authentic way.” Reflections from the group came up about Larry’s life well-lived, and how much his process is a gift for the rest of us, helping us to die to the things in our lives we’re ready to let go of. Andrea related this to her experience of training in soul-midwifery, where she’s been learning how to be totally present with what’s happening with others as they approach death."************************* Meanwhile, things are happening wuth Bayada. Today an oxygen machine was delivered. I haven't tried it yet. I'm hoping it will give me extra energy.

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Birthdays .

Today is Betsey's 67th birthday and tomorrow is Stewart's 98th. Bless you both - I miss you.
Elizabeth Crockett Shay (1958-2016)
Me, with my brother, Stewart (1927-2013). ****************************** LATER: The 24th and the 25th turned out to be record-breaking hot days, in the 90's. So we stayed at home. John found an AC unit at Mr. G's Discount Store in N. Walpole, NH and installed it in the livingroom, so we haven't suffered.
The AC unit in the LR. It vents hot air out the Window and drains water into a pan which has to be emptied every four hours or so.*********** Jim and Mary Tolles were visiting from Maine but they stayed in a motel at night. I spent a good portion of those hot days napping. Suzie McQuen, my niece, called to mark the day of her dad's birthday, but I was asleep when she called. Stewart and Betsey, you are remembered with love!

Monday, June 16, 2025

A new era.

This past week or so has been different physically. Last Monday I woke up and was suddenly extremely weak and could hardly move. I was unable to get to the bathroom, or get out to my recliner chair in the livingroom. Fortunately we had an easy fix for the toilet issue - a port-a-potty that can be placed right next to the bed. Similarly, I can brush my teeth and use the water pic with a pan sitting on the edge of the bed. Eventually I was able to get out to my chair. But even though I'm better now, it feels like a new phase of the illness - more terminal. My PCP wants to test for a UTI, but we are also going to apply for Hospice care. The main change is that it makes "going out" sort of problematic. So I've mostly been home. I've had a lot of visitors and calls and texts, expressing support. My granddaughter, Katie, is here right now - she flew out from St. Louis last Thursday. I've had two "small choir" visits from Guilford Church - that has been wonderful. And it has also cracked me open more - I've been talking a lot more about dying with Ellen, John and others. I've also been sleeping more during the day. All this has affected my sense of time - especially of free time. and that has had an effect on this blog. So here we are! I have no idea what the future holds, especially whether I'll be alive. That makes living very interesting. Every day is a gift, for sure. Here are some photos - I'll organize and label them later.
This year's rhododendron crop - some winter-kill is evident when you compare this photo with last year.
Dummerston Center cemetery has been un-mowed all spring leaving a profusion of wild flowers which enhance but also almost hide Betsey and Shirley's grave flowers.
A new development! We've moved the TV downstairs to the livingroom so I don't have to use stairs to watch TV.
Katie Shay, visitng for a few days and thus here when a small choir came from the Guilford Church.