Obituary of Lynn Graham-Lynch

Lynn Arden Graham-Lynch was born on November 24, 1943 to William and Margaret (Graham) Heyne. She was a graduate of Alliance High School in 1961, attended Mt. Union College in Alliance, Ohio, and in 1966 was one of few women to obtain her J.D. degree from Case Western Reserve in Cleveland, Ohio. Upon graduation, she married Donald Hagenbuch Lintz Jr. in Cleveland and they moved to San Diego, CA. She worked as a social worker in San Diego before becoming a homemaker after the birth of first daughter in 1968. Her second daughter was born in 1973. Donald Lintz Jr. passed away at the age of 47 in 1988.Lynn re-married twice after her daughters finished high school. She married Nick Aquino in Florence, OR. In 2003, several years after her divorce from Nick Aquino, she married Martin Lynch in Eugene, OR. They were married until her death on October 13, 2013.Lynn had a wicked sense of humor and was a prolific poet, writer, and painter. She wrote thousands of poems and a book called Letters from Goldfarb based on her childhood escapades with her best friend Carol Goldman. Lynn loved to garden and cook. She was a huge "Star Trek" fan and also an American History buff, with particular interest in Abraham Lincoln and Native American culture.She is survived by her husband Martin Lynch of Springfield, OR, two daughters Heather Lintz of Corvallis, OR and Sharon Lintz of New York City, granddaughter Zeah Frederick of Corvallis, OR, sister Joan Sprandel and Joan's children Susan Mullen, Sally Powell and Judson Sprandel, and sister Carol McFall and Carol's children Rick and the late Timothy McFall. She was preceded in death by her mother, Margaret "Sally" Louise Heyne, her father, attorney William P. Heyne, and her beloved grandfather, Herman "Pap" Phillip Heyne. A website created in Lynn’s memory can be found here: www.musgroves.com We ask you to visit and sign the guest book. The family respectfully requests any donations in her memory be directed to the Portland-based nonprofit organization, Native American Youth and Family Center (nayapdx.org).For YouBy Carl SandburgThe peace of great doors be for you.Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs.Wait for the great hinges.The peace of great churches be for you,Where the prayers of loft pipe organsPractice old lovely fragments, alone.The peace of great books be for you,Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages,Bleach of the light of years held in leather.The peace of great prairies be for you.listen among windplayers in cornfields,The wind leaning over its oldest music.The peace of great seas be for you.Wait on a hook of land, a rock footingFor you, wait in the salt wash.The peace of great mountains be for you,The sleep and the eyesight of eagles,Sheet mist shadows and the long look across.The peace of great hearts be for you,Valves of blood in the sun,Pumps the strongest wants we cry.The peace of great silhouettes be for you,Shadow dancers alive in your blood now,Alive and crying, “Let us out, let us out.”The peace of great changes be for you.Whisper, Oh beginners in the hills.Tumble, Oh cubs—tomorrow belongs to you.The peace of great loves be for you.Rain, soak these roots; wind, shatter the dry rot.Bars of sunlight, grips of the earth, hug these.The peace of great ghosts be for you,Phantoms of night-gray eyes, ready to goTo the fog-star dumps, to the fire-white doors.Yes, peace of the great phantoms be for you,Phantom iron men, mothers of bronze,Keepers of the lean clean breeds.