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Post by Michelle on Mar 9, 2006 9:50:21 GMT -5
I didn't know Nan very well, or at all really, but I certainly knew of her. Really, who didn't know about Nan's wonderful stories? I am very sad to hear that she has passed away, and I'm choking up as I read the touching tributes to her. Her passion, her talent, her refreshing outlook on life. I didn't know Nan, but I certainly wish now that I did. I thought there may be others like me curious to know more about this great lady. So I'm listing some links pertaining to Nan that I found this morning. I hope this doesn't seem too intrusive. If this offends anyone, please let me know, and I'll modify the post. But what I'm hoping is that others who did know Nan contribute a list of their own. I think that would be a great way for those of us who didn't know her to learn more. Profile of a S’cubie: Nan DibbleNan’s profile on the message board and links to some of her last postingsNan’s Fantastic FanfictionNan's LiveJournal Plot: Elements of Fiction Writing, a book she wrote under the name Ansen Dibell
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 9, 2006 9:54:41 GMT -5
I didn't know Nan very well, or at all really, but I certainly knew of her. Really, who didn't know about Nan's wonderful stories? I am very sad to hear that she has passed away, and I'm choking up as I read the touching tributes to her. Her passion, her talent, her refreshing outlook on life. I didn't know Nan, but I certainly wish now that I did. I thought there may be others like me curious to know more about this great lady. So I'm listing some links pertaining to Nan that I found this morning. I hope this doesn't seem too intrusive. If this offends anyone, please let me know, and I'll modify the post. But what I'm hoping is that others who did know Nan contribute a list of their own. I think that would be a great way for those of us who didn't know her to learn more. Profile of a S’cubie: Nan DibbleNan’s profile on the message board and links to some of her last postingsNan’s Fantastic FanfictionNan's LiveJournal Plot: Elements of Fiction Writing, a book she wrote under the name Ansen DibellThis is wonderful, Fotada. Thanks for adding it to the thread.
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Post by Karen on Mar 9, 2006 11:16:29 GMT -5
Oh, our dear, dear, Nan. Gone too soon from us and the world. Nan had such a presence on the board, and even though she didn’t post often, when she did it was golden. I haven’t read her fanfic and don't have that connection to Nan that a lot of you do, but her analysis of the final season of Angel brought a lot of joy to my life. Her gentle grammar prodding also enriched my life, and even though I still struggle with expressing myself, her occasionally reminders made me aware of how important correct grammar, spelling and punctuation really is and because of that I make more of an effort to make my posts easier to read and understand. That is good. Nan’s valiant struggle with the job she hated but continued to come to terms with and do her best, while always leaving room for hope to continue with her writing in the future has given me a greater appreciation for my job. The courage and dignity she projected as she managed to live her life alone – but not really alone – by reaching out to her S’cubie friends and her good friends George and Mary gave me the courage to take a huge leap of faith in my own life. All of you here mean the world to me. Each one of you has touched my lives in your own special way. This song has been singing to me this morning, so I thought I’d share it with you. Artist: Wicked Song: For Good
(Elphaba) I'm limited. Just look at me - I'm limited And just look at you. You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda So now it's up to you. For both of us - now it's up to you...
(Glinda) I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them And we help them in return Well, I don't know if I believe that's true But I know I'm who I am today Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you I have been changed for good
(Elphaba) It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime So let me say before we part So much of me is made of what I learned from you You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart And now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine by being my friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you
(Glinda) Because I knew you
(Both) I have been changed for good
(Elphaba) And just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the thing I've done you blame me for
(Glinda) But then, I guess we know there's blame to share
(Both) And none of it seems to matter anymore
(Glinda) Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood (Elphaba) Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood
(Both) Who can say if I've been changed for the better? .....I do believe I have been changed for the better
(Glinda) And because I knew you...(Elphaba) Because I knew you...
(Both) Because I knew you...I have been changed for good.
[/color] Nan - because I knew you...I have been changed for good. Good-by to our precious William’s Minion and S’cubie Mascot, Nan - Peace and God Bless. May you be enjoying as much Italian Wedding Soup as your heart desires.
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Hesadevil
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It's all in the poetry
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Post by Hesadevil on Mar 9, 2006 11:18:13 GMT -5
Fotada, thank you for the link to Nan's writing. I'm working on a new laptop and have lost all the bookmarks I once used to have.
Nan was one of the first fanfic writers I ever read on the Web and was an inspiration to so many others, myself included. My thoughts, yesterday, turned to death and how, for a while at least, the dead 'live on' in the memories of those whose lives they touched. Nan's spirit will live on for many years through her work as a teacher and her writing. I tried to find the words to sum up my thoughts, as I listened to 'Out of this Word' by Bush. I couldn't put it any better than the opening lines of that song.
'When we die,we go into the arms of those who remember us. We are home now.'
I posted the following on my Live Journal, from the writing of Rabbi Kenneth A. Stern Park Avenue Synagogue New York, NY, in 'Moment Magazine' [my changes in square brackets].
"Whatever we believe about the afterlife, our loved ones and we, ourselves, will continue to live in the memories we leave behind, in the stories we pass from one generation to another, and in the wonderful tradition we have of naming [things] in memory and honour of [the deceased.]
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MichelleBelle
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It's just an object. It doesn't mean what you think."
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Post by MichelleBelle on Mar 9, 2006 11:51:01 GMT -5
Vlad, thanks for sending out the email message. I wouldn't have know about Nan otherwise.
I've been gone so long... but I've always held a place in my heart for the S'cubies, and especially for Nan. Her reviews were ALWAYS so insightful. She inspired me to better writing.
My condolences to those who knew her better than I did. She was an amazing, thoughtful, big-hearted, funny woman.
(Raising a glass) Here's to Nan!
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Post by Karen on Mar 9, 2006 12:03:49 GMT -5
Fotada, thank you for the link to Nan's writing. I'm working on a new laptop and have lost all the bookmarks I once used to have. Nan was one of the first fanfic writers I ever read on the Web and was an inspiration to so many others, myself included. My thoughts, yesterday, turned to death and how, for a while at least, the dead 'live on' in the memories of those whose lives they touched. Nan's spirit will live on for many years through her work as a teacher and her writing. I tried to find the words to sum up my thoughts, as I listened to 'Out of this Word' by Bush. I couldn't put it any better than the opening lines of that song. 'When we die,we go into the arms of those who remember us. We are home now.'I posted the following on my Live Journal, from the writing of Rabbi Kenneth A. Stern Park Avenue Synagogue New York, NY, in 'Moment Magazine' [my changes in square brackets]. "Whatever we believe about the afterlife, our loved ones and we, ourselves, will continue to live in the memories we leave behind, in the stories we pass from one generation to another, and in the wonderful tradition we have of naming [things] in memory and honour of [the deceased.] 'When we die,we go into the arms of those who remember us. We are home now.'I like that very much! Thank you, hesadevil. And thank you fotada for the links to Nan's work. When I finally have time to do more reading, I'll have a lot to look forward to.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 9, 2006 12:51:15 GMT -5
Silly and trivial sentiment, I know: but for any of us who ever got an e-mail from her, and for those of us who only got IM's, this is how her e-mails were always signed.... dug it up last night when I found the "Hi." avatar.
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Post by Lola m on Mar 9, 2006 13:23:19 GMT -5
A link to the comments that friends, fans and fellow writers from LiveJournal have left. Live Journal
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Post by Onjel on Mar 9, 2006 13:59:33 GMT -5
Quite honestly, I don't know what to say. I'm going to miss Nan. In fact, I miss her already. I miss her posts about her day, about her challenges and about her friends. I miss her posts about Spike and the Jossverse and I miss the way she would encourage every one of us to voice our thoughts, while being kind to each other. She was a hell of a woman and she touched me deeply. Rest in comfort and peace, dear one. We'll never forget you. I'll never forget you.
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Post by Dev(Rob) on Mar 9, 2006 14:46:17 GMT -5
IMMORTALITY by Robert Hepburn
Do not stand on my grave and weep... I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry... I am not there. I did not die.
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Post by Cal on Mar 9, 2006 15:10:59 GMT -5
Silly and trivial sentiment, I know: but for any of us who ever got an e-mail from her, and for those of us who only got IM's, this is how her e-mails were always signed.... dug it up last night when I found the "Hi." avatar. Last night I went back and re-read the emails I've received from Nan over the last two years. Seeing her signature like that started the tears flowing again. I hadn't had a proper conversation with Nan for some time, but I often came across comments from her on the RR thread or on livejournal. RL issues had kept me away from the internet and the board for a while, but I always knew she was there. Seeing a comment from her always made me smile. She was never afraid to tell people exactly what she thought, but in her own unique way. I loved that about her. I loved her. Nan was a remarkable woman. She was someone who I admired, and whose opinion I valued and respected. I wasn't as close to her as some of you were, but I always considered her to be a friend. I hope she felt the same way about me. I still can't believe she's gone. The world is an emptier place without her. I miss her already. Rest in peace, Nan.
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Post by Rhonda Collins on Mar 9, 2006 15:46:33 GMT -5
Nan and I go way back to Beauty and the Beast fandom. In fact, she was the one who introduced me to fandom, and there's a cute story about my initiation. I'd never heard of fandom or fanzines, but I had already written three zines for myself and a friend. Then, I found one of Ed Gross' books that listed Nan as the head of the Helpers' Network and gave her number. I was so excited! I called her, and was on the phone with her for something like two hours! What was so funny was that when I mentioned I had written three books on the characters, she said, "Oh! You've written three fanzines! How wonderful!" Totally perplexed, I asked, "What are fanzines?" I thought she'd never stop laughing. After that, she became mentor, writing coach, editor, big sister and dearest friend. I doubt if she could quite believe the impact she has made on so many peoples lives. She never saw herself as others see her. Always modest about everything--except her writing, which she knew damned well was 'good' (HAH! Shall we say 'incredible'?)--somehow she always seemed to feel she was not all that important in the scheme of things. We all knew differently and told her so often. She always accepted the compliments modestly and with a quip to hide her embarrassment. Nan sincerely believed that ' Words and what you did with them' was a sacred and precious thing. It seems fitting, then, that all the people worldwide who loved her and cherish HER words have the opportunity to leave an amazing legacy of their heartfelt mourning on the worldwide web. I have always felt the greatest thing that can be said of anyone is that they left this world a better place than they found it. There is no doubt that Nan Dibble, aka Ansen Dibbell, did just that. And damnit Nan! How are we ever to know what happened to Spike, Buffy, Dawn and Mike, and all the rest of the cast of our favorite characters? You took the story and the words with you, and I guess we'll have to wait to hear it until we join you. If nothing you do matters, then all that matters is what you do. You done good, Nan. We love you. Rhonda
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Post by Wendy on Mar 9, 2006 16:19:44 GMT -5
Nan and I go way back to Beauty and the Beast fandom. In fact, she was the one who introduced me to fandom, and there's a cute story about my initiation. I'd never heard of fandom or fanzines, but I had already written three zines for myself and a friend. Then, I found one of Ed Gross' books that listed Nan as the head of the Helpers' Network and gave her number. I was so excited! I called her, and was on the phone with her for something like two hours! What was so funny was that when I mentioned I had written three books on the characters, she said, "Oh! You've written three fanzines! How wonderful!" Totally perplexed, I asked, "What are fanzines?" I thought she'd never stop laughing. After that, she became mentor, writing coach, editor, big sister and dearest friend. I doubt if she could quite believe the impact she has made on so many peoples lives. She never saw herself as others see her. Always modest about everything--except her writing, which she knew damned well was 'good' (HAH! Shall we say 'incredible'?)--somehow she always seemed to feel she was not all that important in the scheme of things. We all knew differently and told her so often. She always accepted the compliments modestly and with a quip to hide her embarrassment. Nan sincerely believed that ' Words and what you did with them' was a sacred and precious thing. It seems fitting, then, that all the people worldwide who loved her and cherish HER words have the opportunity to leave an amazing legacy of their heartfelt mourning on the worldwide web. I have always felt the greatest thing that can be said of anyone is that they left this world a better place than they found it. There is no doubt that Nan Dibble, aka Ansen Dibbell, did just that. And damnit Nan! How are we ever to know what happened to Spike, Buffy, Dawn and Mike, and all the rest of the cast of our favorite characters? You took the story and the words with you, and I guess we'll have to wait to hear it until we join you. If nothing you do matters, then all that matters is what you do. You done good, Nan. We love you. Rhonda Rhonda, thank you so much for sharing that with us.
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Post by RustyGoode on Mar 9, 2006 16:56:08 GMT -5
I posted on the main thread that i feel very sad about Nan. I truly hope this wasn't the result of not being able to afford her medications. I know that was an issue in the past.
She was a wonderful writer and deserved much more recognition than she got in the outside world. I met her at the fan fic convention in Las Vegas and she was as much a character in person as she was on-line.
I will let everyone know when her story comes out in the anthology. The invite to submit was the result of the con and unfortunately it's been a long process--almost two years and counting and still no final date. But I know it will happen. I just wish Nan was here to see it.
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 9, 2006 17:31:51 GMT -5
Here is a photo of the flowers being sent to the funeral home for Nan: card: Nan was a cherished member of our web community, whose wit and wisdom, strength and gentleness, will always be remembered. With love - The S3 website
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