GAMMON, DONALD BYRON Donald died on August 7, 2004 at the Dr. Everett Chalmers Hospital, Fredericton. He was 79. Son of William Gammon and Alfretta (Ronalds) of Bathurst, he was born December 12, 1924 in Bathurst where he graduated from high school with honors in 1942. Already a poet and scholar, Donald received a 4-year Beaverbrook scholarship for studies at the University of New Brunswick including the overseas Beaverbrook to London, England. An active student, UNBers of the 40's will remember Donald as the first editor of THE FIDDLEHEAD -Canada's longest existing poetry magazine. He was also editor of the UNB newspaper, THE BRUNSWICKAN. His flaming red hair and searing wit were his hallmarks. After graduating with an M.A. in English he married Frances Allison Firth of Campbellton, also a UNB M.A. grad, in 1951. The newlyweds attended Library school together in Toronto. Don then received a position at the Legislative Library, Fredericton, before switching to be the head librarian for Agriculture Canada at the Fredericton Research Station where he worked until his retirement. Predeceased by his brother Gordon of Bathurst, Donald is survived by his brother Harold, also of Bathurst, his 4 children: Geoffrey of Fredericton, Peter of St. John's, Newfoundland, Jennifer Douglas of Sardis, B.C. and Carolyn Gammon of Berlin, Germany; and by 5 grandchildren; Krista, Scott and Shauna Gammon of St. John's, Eric Douglas of Sardis and Noel Gammon Oguntoye of Berlin. A memorial will be held on Saturday, August 28th, 2004 from 2-4 PM at the Alumni Memorial Building (13 Bailey Drive UNB campus). If you wish to attend please respond by contacting the family. For those who wish, a memorial donation may be made in the name of the Fredericton Public Library by calling 1-866-453-3442. Perhaps the best tribute to Donald is his own poetry. The following poem appeared in the 2nd issue of UNB's poetry magazine, The Fiddlehead in April 1945. The Fiddlehead Fusing earth and rain Unfolding scroll of green Symbol of the sun You are the brain of harmony Tender fingers stretch And midget leaves unfold Subtle dream of Truth You are a many fingered thought www.bishopsfuneralhome.com