Remembering Louis Edward Beveridge
On the Saturday before our dear friend Louis Beveridge died from a massive heart attack on Monday, June 11, 2018, we had a wonderful conversation just about things in general and something I had said the previous Saturday at our men's fellowship gathering at church that was meaningful to him. (He was always saying stuff like that.) He also promised to review this website and share his comments with me when next we had time together.
I don't remember whether I ever asked him to make a formal comment that we could publish on our Kudos & Comments page. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me when he first started serving as our videographer. He saw more of our interpretations of Twain than any one single person, particularly when you count the times he patiently endured my attempts to perform without an audience before the camera to gain clips to use here. During those sessions I remember his gentle coaching: Just relax and don't think too much, he would say. I wish I had what he would have said specifically for the site, but following is pretty close to what he said to others in my presence on more that one occasion about our performance before the League of Women Voters Piedmont Triad:
- Man! You should have heard him trace the women's rights movement all the way back to their first national convention in 1848 and then bring the whole history of the Suffrage Movement up to gaining the vote and through the League's work fighting gerrymandering and other forms of voter suppression down at the General Assembly in Raleigh! I'm here to tell you: It was something!
For Louis, love was an action verb. He lived to love his God and his fellows and to serve all without reservation or hesitation. Everyone who knew him misses him inexpressibly without ceasing: We miss his wise counsel and loving criticism and his staunch support. But mostly we miss him because he was just plain wonderful to be around!
May we all aspire and strive to be like Louis Edward Beveridge!
With great love, affection and sadness,
Bob Foxworth (aka Mark Twain)