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"Up, up the long delirious burning blue; I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.

Where never lark, or even eagle flew; And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

The high, untrespassed sanctity of space; Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."

JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. '40, FROM THE POEM "HIGH FLIGHT"

Archie J. Cochrane ’65

Man of Avon: Archie J. Cochrane ’65

On October 5th, Archie "Chi" Cochrane, formerly of Mystic, CT, passed away at his home in St. Augustine, Florida. He is survived by his wife of 52 years, Alison Cochrane, and his daughters and their spouses, Rebecca Cochrane and Dan Bubie; Abbe Warren and Randy Warren. Chi was a loving grandfather to Jacob Warren, Nathan Bubie, Matthew Bubie, William Warren, and Oliver Warren. He also leaves two brothers, John Cochrane and George Cochrane. Archie achieved the rank of Chief Master Sergeant in the Connecticut National Guard and served his country for thirty years. He retired from Electric Boat in Groton, CT. He was an avid sailor and volunteered his time after retirement at the St Augustine Lighthouse. His quick, dry wit and love of words and language entertained everyone around him. He took great pleasure in welcoming Lighthouse visitors "to the top" and snapping photos for them. Archie was a kind and generous soul, and in honor of him the family asks that you perform one random act of kindness in his memory.


Casting Off
Sometime at evening when the tide is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away
With no response to the friendly hail
of Kindred crafts in the busy bay.
In the silent hush of the twilight pale,
When the night stoops down to embrace the day.
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail
O're the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,
I shall fare me away with the dip of sail,
and ripple of water to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager sailing away
To the Mystic Isle, where at anchor lay
The craft of those who sailed before
O're the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore.
A few who have watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay.
Some friendly barques that were anchored near
Some living souls that my heart held dear
In silent sorrow will drop a tear...
But I will have peacefully furled my sail
In moorings sheltered from the storm and gale,
And greet the friends who have sailed before
O're the unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore.
–Author Unknown

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Published in St. Augustine Record from Oct. 7 to Oct. 8, 2020.

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