CORNWALL
Rick was born and raised in Cornwall, UK. He was enormously proud to be Cornish, and always kept Cornwall in his heart. After his death, the Cornish people have embraced Rick's memory... and they have embraced me. They have let me know, by word and deed, that they love Rick as much as he loved them.
God bless them.
Kernow Bys Vyken! -- Cornwall Forever!
Susan Rescorla
Rick's hometown of Hayle erected this magnificent monument in his honor
The Cornish Stannary Parliament honored Rick with The White Cross of Cornwall.
"An
Grows Wyn a Gernow",
"The White Cross of Cornwall"
Made from pure Cornish tin embedded in Cornish Delabole slate in a hand-made
presentation box of Cornish elm.
A Tribute to Rick Rescorla's courage and bravery at the World Trade Center.
Below are pictures of the Rick Rescorla Wildlife Garden at the Penpol School in Hayle.
Below is the Cornish Arms in Hayle where Rick would meet up with all of his family and friends every time he came home to Cornwall.
Notice that the St. Piran's flag - the national flag of Cornwall - flies proudly above the Cornish Arms.
Rick's cousin, Jon Daniels, landlord of the Cornish Arms pub in Hayle, has organized an annual triathlon, named the Rick Rescorla Memorial Triathlon. Pictured is a competitor wearing the T-shirt.
Jon Daniels, pictured center, presenting the cup to the winners of the Rick Rescorla Memorial Triathlon.
HERO
A little clutch of veterans share a table in a bar,
There's
a guy off in the corner coaxing tunes from his guitar.
They
watch the Hudson River as it rolls towards the bend
And
they talk of Rick Rescorla as a comrade and a friend.
While
out across the water, many ocean-miles away
Within
a Cornish Tavern by a sandy Cornish Bay,
Another
group are gathered, reminiscing as a clan,
And
their thoughts are all of Tammy, from the schoolboy to the man.
And
every head among them has a picture in its mind
Which
time and place and memory have captured and consigned,
Now
the pictures weld together until only one remains,
Of
a sturdy, selfless hero guiding others from the flames.
It's
a picture which unites them in their glory and their grief,
More
eloquent than eulogies, confirming their belief
That
theirs had been a privilege to saunter at his side
And
in the way he'd lived his life had Rick Rescorla died.
The
veterans recalled him in the killing fields of war
As
a man whose potent presence would inspire and reassure,
Just
one among his brothers when the skies began to fall,
Yet
one whom they regarded as a father to them all.
And
now their eyes will moisten at the mention of his name
And
the sources and the substance of the legend he became,
When
mayhem drove the best of men to crave their mother's love,
He'd
stand and croon an anthem to the gory gods above.
And
on that evil morning, so deceptively serene,
Amid
another carnage, just as callous and obscene
Again
he took the mantle of the sainted and the strong
To
save the lives of others with a blessing and a song.
Between
the Hudson River and the sandy shores of Hayle,
Though
eyes encompass differences of latitude and scale,
All
hands are linked together in the testament they bear,
They
are but Rick Rescorla’s friends, united by a prayer.
By David Prowse – 2001 - WESTERN MORNING NEWS – Cornwall UK
