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fi eld. Since inception the Gettysburg Founda- tion has raised over $140 million dollars. In addition to these more public examples of his generosity, I could tell you dozens of stories of more private acts of kindness and generosity. And for professional reasons there are several dozen more that I couldn’t tell you about. A mutual friend and I were telling “Bob stories” yesterday. He mentioned to Bob that on his commute to work, he had driven past the very quaint, very old AME Church on Old York Road, near Bob’s farm and that a recent storm had caused roof damage. Parishioners were on the roof trying to make repairs. Two days later my friend was once again commuting to work and there was an army of red trucks around the church repairing the roof. Bob had an unparalleled energy level that was exhausting just to watch and left much younger men struggling to keep up. When we would organize crews for the annual Hardly Able trail clearing eff ort, some of our volun- teers would comment – “I only want to do this if I can be on Bob Kinsley’s crew.” Oth- ers would say “if you put me anywhere near that crazy man, I will leave immediately. He runs circles around me and no matter what I do I just can’t keep up.” One thing about Bob that I will never understand is how he kept so many balls in the air at the same time, yet never seemed to be bothered by it. No one will ever know the full extent of Bob’s contribu- tions to EHHC in his 30 plus years as a mem- ber and 16 years as a Joint Master. As with his charitable giving there is some more public evidence like the hundreds of thousands of dollars raised from his donations to the bi- annual auctions, and probably a like amount raised from items he purchased at auction. But then there is the far more subtle “red truck brigade.” Hardly a week would go by without seeing red trucks at the hunt club, or mow- ing, fence building or jump building projects all over the hunt country. Loads of stone and stacks of fence boards and pole jumps mysteri- ously appeared exactly where needed. We have all crossed the steel fabricated bridges that are scattered throughout the hunt country. Guess


where they all came from? But more important than all of that is the life


Bob Kinsley led as a man, a husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather and friend. He was a role model. He is, was and will always be my hero. I admired and respected him truly more than anyone I have ever met in my life. His morals. His work ethic. His leader- ship skills. His generosity. His kindness. His love of animals and children. You rarely saw Bob without his rescued dogs glued to his legs or hanging out of a vintage truck. I was so fortunate to be able to be- come good friends with Bob Kinsley. It changed my life. Hunt Club politics and all the associated drama can be quite challenging. T rough the 20 years I was privileged to serve as President we certainly had our challenges. I could always turn to Bob for help, and frankly, vice versa. T e phone would ring. I can hear him now. “Hey, can I stop by, we have a situation”. I have never met anyone in my life with such


an acute sense of his mortality, especially in re- cent years. He literally did not want to waste a second of time. He understood how precious life is more than anyone I have ever known. I thought he was going to win this battle. If any- one could it would be Bob. And he oozed that sense of invincibility. He kept buying farms, horses and green bananas. I know the Doctors told him not to ride, especially after he lost the use of his arm. Fat chance Doc. We all knew better. We worried, but we knew there was nothing anyone could do to stop him from liv- ing life to the fullest. Full throttle. We knew he would live until he died. And now he is gone. And the world, our world, my world will never be the same. I am just thankful to have had as much time with him as I did. My heart breaks for Anne and the whole family. Goodnight Master and God’s speed.


Eleanor Ferguson Mackintosh of Adam- Eleanor Ferguson Mackintosh


stown died on June 1 at her winter home in Vero Beach, Florida. She was 93. Mackintosh was born in Statesville, North Carolina, and was raised with her three sisters on a farm in the rural village of Ferguson located in western North Carolina. T e farm has been in the Ferguson family since the late 1700s, and re- mains so. She was educated in Wilkes County public schools, and later attended the woman’s college of the Uni- versity of North Carolina and Flora MacDonald College in Red Springs, NC. After World War II, she left the farm to fi nd employment in Washington, D.C., where she met US Navy veteran Earl M. Mackintosh, Jr., at a so-


cial event. T ey were married in Lenoir, North Carolina, on December 4, 1948. T e Mackin- toshes settled in Bethesda, where they raised six children. After purchasing a farm in southern Frederick County in 1959, they made Loch Moy Farm their permanent home in 1972. Over the years, Mackintosh was active with


the Florence Crittenton Services of Greater Washington, a non-profi t which provides a helping hand to single mothers and their chil- dren. She was a member of the Order of the Good Samaritan associated with Frederick Health, and a valued Trustee and Vice Presi- dent of Stronghold, Inc. at Sugarloaf Moun- tain since 1994. Mackintosh was artistically talented, and


those skills were displayed in her gardening, fl ower arranging, antique furniture refi nishing and needle pointing to name a few. She was the original volunteer and course decorator for the Maryland Horse Trials at Loch Moy Farm, which is owned and organized by her daugh- ter Carolyn Mackintosh, from its inception in 2006. She made lunches, washed pinnys be- tween events and was tireless in her support of making the horse trials the best they could be.


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