Hope Tinn Clark

Birth date: Mar 18, 1917 Death date: Apr 1, 2014

Hope Tinn Clark, age 97, of Brooklyn, NY, passed away peacefully on April 1st 2014. Hope was born in Bay Ridge to the late Gilbert Tristan and Catherine (Laird) Tinn. She attended Bay Ridge High School and graduated with Honors fr Read Obituary

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Jamie Checkett Mclaughlin

626w ago

Hope Tinn Clark's Eulogy - Part II

I am so grateful for my family. I am so thankful that I got to grow up with ALL my remarkable grandparents. What a gift! And now, you are all together – a band of special angels to watch over us. My heart bursts with love and pride when I imagine all of your familiar and loving faces peering down on us. How blessed we are.

I have your Bible here Grandma – the bible that Mom & Dad gave to you Christmas 1961. I have had the honor of holding on to it for the past few years. This precious Bible of yours became the diary of your life. When I look through these golden-tip pages there are so many things hidden inside them. So many memories you wanted to press closely into this precious book. Some happy, some sad, all a part of the life that made you the resilient, unique, strong, and special woman you were. I can gaze through this book and know what was important to you, and it was and always has been your FAMILY.

This is Isaiah 46: 3-4
“Listen to Me, My precious child, you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth. Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”
Life was so good, but it also broke your heart more than a few times. I don’t know why life has to be so hard sometimes; I don’t know why parents have to lose their children. I don’t know why the burden of sorrow has to weigh so heavily at times, but I DO know we have an awesome God. HE showed us how to find comfort in each other. HE showed us how to help each other put one foot in front of the other in those times of unbearable sadness and loss. HE showed us how to take those tentative steps into the future time and time again. And HE has rescued you now in the most glorious way of all. He has called you home.

The following is a poem that Grandma has been reciting her whole life… since a young girl in grade school. In honor of her and all the joy she brought to us in hearing her say these words I will recite
Trees , by Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

… and only God could make someone as precious and remarkable as our beloved Hope. A woman who also intimately lived with the rain of life but chose to raise her eyes and her strong arms to the sun and march bravely on. ?Grandma was our strong oak. At times bowed by the winds, but never broken. Always growing stronger -- always growing heavenward where your gaze often looked with hope to a promise of eternal peace with those you missed so dearly.

Grandma, we will never stop loving and honoring you. We are eternally grateful for all of your sacrifices, for all you gave to us, and for how much you loved us. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Rest in sweet peace until we meet again. You will live in our hearts forevermore.

Jamie Checkett Mclaughlin

626w ago

Hope Tinn Clarks Eulogy - Part I
Good Evening. I am honored to stand here before you, Hope’s oldest grandchild, on behalf of her children: my Mom Carol, my Aunt Dawn and Uncle Jack and indeed my entire loving family.

First let me thank you all for being here to help us celebrate Grandma’s life. Although our hearts are sad to lose such a cherished part of our lives, we know that Grandma was ready to go home. And there is great peace in knowing she is now in the arms of God and in the embrace of all those who were patiently waiting to be reunited with her again. ?

And oh, how many people were there to welcome you when you went home Grandma! Your mom & dad, your beloved Granny –oh how you loved her! All your precious brothers and sisters, your sweet son Jimmy who left this earth far too soon, your loving husband Jimmy (my wonderful Pop-Pop), my brother Chet, and more recently your grandniece Vicki. I am sure Vicki was especially glad to have you arrive to comfort her and help her in the grand transition from this early home to our promised eternal home. I can’t even imagine how hard it was for Vicki to leave so suddenly, and much too soon. As your niece Mille said, “I sure hope there is a lot of tea in heaven”! I hope it is a grand reunion that lasts for eternity.

What a rich and vibrant life we all had together! I feel especially grateful to have lived upstairs from you and Pop-Pop & Aunt Dawn and Uncle Jackie on 59th Street. We had so many laughs! I have such vibrant & cherished memories of sneaking downstairs for pudding, raisins, or a cup of tea. Chet, Julie, and I were always welcomed – whether we were listening to music in Pop’s big comfy chair, or having a snack, or playing with Otto, or having a sleepover. Playing in the backyard was especially fun –splashing in the baby pool, barbeques, waiting for Chet’s tortoise, Oscar to come out of hibernation, playing with the Checkett’s when Ed and Gail moved in next door, catching butterflies -- it was paradise. So many celebrations and birthday parties!
And so many pictures were taken beneath the beautiful fragrant trees in the back. All our milestones captured and surrounded by familiarity and pride. Life was SWEET.
I remember all the Sunday dinners and conversations around your dining room table! So many spirited, passionate, LOUD discussions! Your home was alive with intelligent discourse, respect for each other, and always LOVE. The wonderful Easters, Thanksgivings, Christmases in your beautiful home on 59th Street. All of us gathered on your couch – capturing your growing family and all my precious cousins. The joy of watching the seeds you planted grow into the beautiful family that we are all grateful to be a part of. Every home you built, whether it was in Brooklyn, Tennessee, Arizona or New Jersey held within its walls all the same ingredients of integrity, faith, hope and love.

And then there was summers @ Riverside Cottages in Barryville! A child’s absolute delight! Canoeing and rafting on the Delaware – paddling over with Pop-Pop to drink the crisp, mountain water from the dented silver cup on a string. The pool, the diving board, the ice cream cones, and movies in town. I can literally smell all the smells and hear all of our laughter. I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard or so long since then. They were treasured and memorable days. All of these days, all of these memories live inside all of us and have become part of the fabric that weaves us all together.

YOU were a remarkable and inspiring role model. Your fierce determination to help make the lives of your family better along with your strong will to personally excel and achieve was inspiring. I remember the proud day you received your college degree. What an accomplishment! We were so proud of you.

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626w ago

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Jennifer & Ralph Bingham

626w ago

We were honored to meet and spend time with Hope on our visit with Carol and Nick. We so enjoyed her cheerfulness and charm. Hope let me know she thought Carol and I knew how to choose handsome men and she liked that! We had such an enjoyable visit and speak of it often.
We are thinking of Hope and all of her loving family. We are sending love and joy and are happy that Hope is at peace. Many blessing being sent your way.