January, 2000 
SCAMIT Newsletter 
Vol. 18, No. 9 
Finally, and as Rick mentioned in his 
announcement, Gary was perhaps most of all a 
Naturalist in the spirit of Ed Ricketts and Joel 
Hedgpeth. It seems it was this philosophy that 
influenced everything he taught. In fact, the 
last ‘course’ I took from Gary in the Spring of 
1982 was a seminar on the life of Edward F. 
Ricketts, not the typical biology fare. Our 
texts, so to speak, were John Steinbeck’s ‘The 
Log from the Sea of Cortez,’ ‘Cannery Row,’ 
and ‘Sweet Thursday,’ and Joel Hedgpeth’s two 
volume ‘The Outer Shores’. What a fun and 
thought provoking experience that was! As 
part of the seminar, Gary (a.k.a. Waren Stauls) 
penned the poem below in honor of Ed 
Ricketts. It seems appropriate to reproduce it 
here.” 
Tim Stebbins 
City of San Diego Marine Biology Laboratory 
‘ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS 
DEATH’ 
Cling too tight to a memory 
and it will fold upon itself, 
Ffiding all there is to see 
as pages on a dusty shelf. 
My memory of you is second hand, 
yet we are bound by sea’s life blood 
By being drawn where tide meets land, 
revealed to us by ebb and flood. 
Is that where true things rest forever 
out of range of understanding? 
Defying all of man’s endeavors 
to glimpse beyond the surface trappings. 
To walk at best along the edge 
of some deep thing just out of sight, 
Afraid to look beyond the ledge, 
comprehension may not make it right. 
Unplumbed depths that beckon for us, 
we cannot fathom it from here, 
To step inside where one bright choms 
reveals it simple, crystal clear. 
But then with all the tmth unveiled 
those absolutes become our bonds, 
We are only free by what’s concealed 
and cannot search for that which has been found. 
And if within the deep thing one resides, 
and all the interwoven threads unraveled, 
It cannot be explained to those outside 
who’s mystic paths to truth remain untraveled. 
Were these the things you tried to say, 
as creatures told them once to you? 
To listen to the voice of death one day 
that says, my friend it’s time for breaking through. 
— Waren Stauls, 1982 
[reprinted with Dr. Stebbins permission from 
the CrustL list server] 
RAYMOND B. MANNING 
“I am very saddened to inform you that in the 
early morning hours of January 18, Dr. 
Raymond B. Manning, Senior Zoologist, 
National Museum of Natural History, 
Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C., 
passed away at Arlington Hospital, Virginia. 
He was 65, and had been suffering from lung 
cancer and a severe heart condition over the 
past several years. Despite his frail health he 
continued working until the very end. The void 
left by Ray is immense. His invaluable 
expertise, contagious energy, and warm 
friendship will be sorely missed. Details of a 
memorial service will be announced separately. 
Ray Manning received his BS (1956), MS 
(1959), and PhD (1963) from the University of 
Miami, and was immediately hired in 1963 as 
Associate Curator by the Smithsonian 
Institution. He married Lilly King Manning 
who was his life-long illustrator, and they had 
3 daughters, Marian, Barbara and Elaine. 
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