09/18/2021
Dear Members,
Temple Grassi passed away last night, surrounded by his family. Haven was able to visit him yesterday and to tell him how much he is loved by everyone in the game. We are so privileged to have known Temple and to have so many wonderful memories of him. I know we will all miss him very much.
I am passing on a message from Haven below. I will pass along details of the funeral arrangements when I know them.
Best,
Vern
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Temple Grassi died at home at three this morning. His brother and sister, Ellie, Melissa, Charlotte, Helen, sons-in-law and grandchildren were with him from his noontime return from the hospital through the night.
The Grassi family kindly invited me to share a moment with Temple in the late afternoon, which I used to “share the love” of the court tennis community for him. I told him of the honors and accolades that will be forthcoming.
His granddaughters put the Prince’s Court tattoos I gave them on his arm because they knew how.
As yet, arrangements are to be determined.
Here is one of Temple's favorites. Please see especially the last three lines.
Vitai Lampada
("They Pass On The Torch of Life")
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)