Tom Ponds passed away on Thanksgiving 2011.
Services were held by his family in Washington DC on Saturday December 3, 2011.
Bay Area Memorial:
Tom Ponds Memorial
Monday December 19, 2011
Ashkenaz Music & Dance Community Center 7 pm to 10 pm
1317 San Pablo Ave Berkeley, California 94702
(510) 525-5054 ♥
He was part of our tribe, a Deadhead, someone you would see at many a show, Bay Area and beyond.
He was a very sweet and kind soul, a gentle man. He is already missed.
If there’s a Heart of Gold Band tour goin’ on in Heaven, Tom will be vending on the Golden Road, and Dancing in The Streets.
Recently, several of Tom’s poems from the late 70’s were shared online, and I re-share them here for the world to enjoy, and to remember and honor the spirit of our brother Tom.
Ride on Tom.
I saw Tom On Wed the day before Thanksgiving. What a bummer!
Tom Ponds Memorial Monday December 11, 2011
Ashkenaz Music & Dance Community Center 7 pm to 10 pm
1317 San Pablo Ave Berkeley, California 94702
(510) 525-5054 ♥
Thanks Topher, I’ll add this to the original post, and then republish it.
The Date should be: Monday, December 19th , 2011
Tom will be missed. He watched football and we had a great Thanksgiving dinner and great pumpkin pie. When the leftovers were parceled out and the required photos taken, Tom died of a hear attack. There is an online guest book to sign that is for comments to his family at Washington Post Thomas C. Ponds. The poster for “The party Tom would not have wanted to miss–Mon Dec 19 7-10pm FREE live music and desserts at Ashkenaz is up already on Telegraph Ave. People’s Park, Long Haul etc.
My sincerest condolences to Mr. Ponds’ family. Like others, I shared a hug and smiles with Tom right before Thanksgiving. Such a kind hearted and sweet spirit. As it is, I just got back from a couple weeks in DC>Dupont Circle, and wished I’d known about his memorial there, for I’d have surely crashed it to pay kind cosmic respects to one of us. Such a kind brother…
“If I were an Eagle I’d dress like a duck, Crawl like a lizard and honk like a truck, If I get a notion I’ll climb this tree, or chop it down, and you can’t stop me… Freedom, ooh ooh, Liberty, Oh Oh leave me alone, to find my own was home, (where) their walls are built with cannonballs, their motto is don’t tread on me…Come hear Uncle John’s Band playing to the tide…He’s come to take his children home…”
Utmost Respect and Perpetual Blessings,
Jedi
!, having known tom for some years, I choose to note that he apparently went out the way he would have preferred to; full belly , & among friends.–(always enjoyed hitching tru Co with u on phil tour, tom), it was a heck uva ride.-rob.