Comments from Rose Ann's sister, Margaret:
Rose Anne Crimmins, served in India from 1965-1967. She died Feb.1. 1967 from carbon monoxide in her hotel in Iran. She was on her way home to N.Y.C. Rose Anne's group trained in California and left for India from JFK airport. My parents hosted a party for the group and family and friends at our home in N.Y. the evening before. My parents are now in their nineties and we all cherish the pictures from that party and letters and pictures sent from fellow volunteers and staff after her death. I attended the 25th anniversary and am still moved by the memories of the service at Arlington and how the Peace Corps family honored those fallen. Last winter, my brother visited the orphanage in Hyderbad where Rose Anne worked. We have a picture of the children planting a tree in memory of "the pretty blue eyed girl…" and a picture of the tree in 2004! This project is amazing and please add our name to those who hope for and would contribute to a memorial to all who lost their lives when they left us to "trod the path of peace in a distant land".
Thank you so much.
-Margaret Crimmins Fitzgerald
Skaneateles, N.Y. mafitz@adelphia.net
The following poem was written by one of her fellow volunteers and shared with this project by Rose's sister Kathleen.
RoseAnne: In Memoriam
February 1, 1967
Sleep softly child, sleep softly
The winds of change blow slowly
And we are a small moment in time
That builds slowly and passes swiftly.
In our long and troubled history
Movements have been made, revolutions have come to pass
And men rise to carry the banners
And take the blame and the praise.
Civilizations rise and fall, cultures and traditions pass
But we the people continue on
Living and learning and building and dying
We individual blocks of humanity
Are the stuff from which civilizations rise
We are the spiritual and physical beings
That occupy time and space
And produce a world of life and death
A world of growth and change.
It is not ours to know the time
Nor to determine the place
We enter a world of life
We travel a path of change
We commit our lives to causes
That we had no part in beginning
That we will have no part in ending
But it is ours for one brief moment
To hold the banner – to carry the flame
And our duty is done.
Sleep softly child, sleep softly
The dust that reposes is more than what we have known
More than a laugh and a blue-eyed look
And a way of thinking and being
The dust is of a people touched
The dust is of the soil and water
Of the place traveled and food eaten
Of a life giving and taking what passes
A democratic dust dust lies in peace
Dust of New York and California
Dust of India and even of the place
Where the last breath of life came in darkness – in sleep.
We shall all pass this way and our dust will be of these places
And of the people we have known
And of the lives we have led
The time will pass and what we did – even our tombs and dust
Will be blown away by the winds – the winds of change
Sleep softly child, sleep softly – And Adieu…
– Charles Lindsay Griffen, Jr. PCV