Beryl, love, luv, you god-sped traveler, you Brit, you gift, you all– our bequest from the angels. Sharing truth, alive with passion, driving your chariot of fire, giving love, love given unsought. Your stage without bounds: Village School across the pond, the global village beyond the Globe, this scepter’d isle, this ever-quirky world. You Milnes, our Beryl, still savored, still loved. Always to me, fair friend, you never can be old, ever. –Rick from across the pond

Paul, Grant, and I send so much love the Milnes family. Paul has such wonderful memories of the hospitality you all showed to him and his wife when he 'ventured across the Pond'. Grant and I remember our 4th Grade year at Village School. I was the teacher and we all took a field trip to the San Fernando Mission. I told the children how old the mission was...several hundred years! Beryl scoffed at me saying that a few hundred years was nothing compared to the monuments in England!!! What a wonderful woman and friend....even though we were thousands of miles apart!! I feel very blessed to have known Beryl. Much sympathy and love, Dodie (Skibitzke) Bushee

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Beryl. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.