Staten Island's most famous photographer died 60 years and on this morning I will go to her grave to remember her life, her visual legacy and to read Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar."

Please join me.

From the book Alice's World:

June 9, 1952, On a sunny morning, Gertrude Tate is making he way from Jackson Heights, Queens to visit when the phone rings. Alice was wheeled onto the porch of 102 Bard and simply died quietly.

Gertrude wrote to Oliver Jensen, My heart is so full of sorrow at my deep sense of loss. She was a rare soul, and her going leaves me bereft indeed. Shes at peace now. And, too, I feel that he gave us just one more friend in you Thank you always.

Obituaries appeared in all city newspapers. Now at the age of eighty-six she has passed on to the family and friends who people her cherished scenes of long ago. Herald Triboune.

A simple funeral service was conducted in the Moravian Cemetery at the Austen family plot. Alice requested the Rev. Alexander Frier of St. Johns read Tennysons Crossing the Bar.