Mt. Lebanon High School Class of 1962 In Memoriam
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Raymond AliMay 19th, 1944 - December 2nd, 2021
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ObituaryAge 77, of Mt. Lebanon on Thursday December 2nd, 2021.
Beloved son of the late Raymond and Mary Ali; loving brother of Marilyn Ali and Richard (Mary) Ali. Also survived by many cousins and friends. Ray was a loving and kind person, he was an avid animal lover especially the family dog Napoleon. Funeral arrangements by Beinhauers. Family and friends are welcome at 2630 West Liberty Ave, Dormont, 412-531-4000. Monday 2-4 6-8 PM. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Tuesday at 10:00 AM in St. Michael the Archangel Parish/St. Bernard Church. Interment will be held at the Calvary Cemetery. Family suggest memorial contributions to the Humane Animal Rescue, humaneanimalrescue.org Please view and add tributes at www.beinhauer.com |
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Mary Beth Baxter (Anderson)November 17th, 1943 - June 15th, 2011
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 25th, 2012 | |
Mary Beth Baxter Mary Beth (Anderson Baxter,67,died at Cape Cod Hospital after complications recovering from heart surgery on June 15, 2011. Mary Beth was born in Buffalo, New York on November 17, 1943 to Benjamin H. and Martha J. Anderson and grew up in Syracuse, NY, Youngstown, OH, and Pittsburgh, PA. She graduated from Mt. Lebanon High School in 1962 and in art education in 1966. She married Donald W.Baxter in 1966 and raised her family in Northville, MI. Mary Beth was rarely without art supplies in her hands. She became an early American folk artist as an extension of her love of early American country life. She collected antique baskets, quilts, early American pottery and colonial furniture. She used these themes in her artwork. Mary Beths artwork and style became known throughout the country. Mary Beth was an active member in PEO, chapter EA, Questers, No. VI, Suburban Junior Womens Club, Alpha Xi Delta and Hospice volunteer. She loved playing bridge, gin rummy and dominos with her grandchildren. Mary Beth took great pleasure in life and loved musicals, antiquing, travel, talking to and learning about people, decorating her gift shop, gardening, lobster and living near the sea. One of Mary Beths greatest strengths was her entrepreneurial spirit. While raising her family in Michigan, Mary Beth began her own home-based business, Walnut Hill Crafts where she had a devoted following. Mary Beth sold her artwork by traveling around the country to primitive art shows. Mary Beth bravely took a great risk leaving Michigan and fulfilled her lifelong dream of moving to New England and settling in her paradise, Cape Cod. In 1991, she opened her first gift shop in Brewster called Mary Beths. Everyday she painted at her easel looking out her window at an abandoned early American building. In 1994, an opportunity arose to purchase the building which had a long history with the Mayflower Hopkins family. She realized the new gift shop should be named the Hopkins House. Her daughter, Heather completed her baking degree and started the bakery in a building attached to the gift shop in 1995 followed by her daughter, Amy opening a garden antique shop. Mary Beths artistic eye and decorating sense transformed the Hopkins House Gift Shop, Bakery, and gardens into the Cape Cod destination it is today The greatest loves and joys of her life were her children and grandchildren. Mary Beth was a beautiful, caring, loving and generous human being. She enjoyed life to the fullest and was always interested in others. Mary Beth shared herself through her inexhaustible empathy, sympathy, a listening ear and her warm enveloping embrace. Mary Beths customers became her friends and they all have warm memories of her sitting in the comer of the bakery folding boxesor painting on her canvases. She greeted everyone with a warm smile and a hello. She touched thousands of lives with her warm sunny disposition and her generous nature. Mary Beth performed many selfless acts of kindness with her concern for others and diligently provided encouragement through letters and phone calls to countless family and friends. She is survived by her three sisters, Janice Gay Mcindoe of Wyckoff, NJ, Lynette Sell of Pittsburgh, PA,and Martha Currie of Doylestown, PA, her two daughters, Heather Baxter and Amy Reiber and her husband Tom Reiber. She is also survived by her grandchildren Katherine Reiber, Molly Reiber and Benjamin Reiber and many nieces and nephews. Thank you Mom for your boundless love, support, laughter and joy. Thank you Mom for your creativity and love of gardens. Thank you Gam for your fun nature and your ability to care and laugh. Thank you Gam for listening and caring, teaching us how to paint, playing games and watching movies with us.Thank you mother for your shining light that illuminated the world around you, filled with love, kindness, caring, joy,friendship and your beautiful laughter. You will be missed each and every moment of everyday, but we are all better for knowing and loving you. A memorial service will be held September 24,2011. The time and location will be posted at the Hopkins House at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the American Diabetes Association Research Foundation 1701 North BeauregardStreet, Alexandria, VA 22311.
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| From susan Schindler on February 14th, 2012 | |
| Mary Beth was truly an original. Great artist, hilarious jokster and a wonderful friend.Every teenage girl needs a Mary Beth!! | |
Robert AndersonDecember 6th, 1943 - October 8th, 2020
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Robert Anderson
1943 - 2020
Robert Udden Anderson
Robert Udden Anderson, age 76, passed away on Oct. 8, 2020, after fighting ill health for nearly a year. Bob Anderson was born on December 6, 1943, in Baltimore, MD, and grew up in Mount Lebanon, PA. He was a Russian translator in the U.S. Air Force during the Vietnam War. Bob first came to love New Mexico as a Scout at Philmont Scout Ranch. He returned in 1969 to make New Mexico his home. Bob attended UNM and was director of UNM's Division of Government Research for more than two decades. He was able to retire at age 50 to enjoy a life of playing racquetball, buying/selling books, traveling, and reading. He lived with his wife, Sandy Schauer in Los Lunas, NM, for 30 years. Bob is survived by his wife of 36-1/2 years, Sandy Schauer of Los Lunas; his sister, Sue Anderson and husband Shamel Shawki of Naperville IL; niece and nephew, Nora Shawki (Ehsan Sheikh) and Sharif Shawki (Sean Serluco), of Chicago, IL; and other relatives. Bob fell short of his goal of voting for Biden / Harris, but he'll be there for the ballot counting in spirit no matter how long it takes. Interment will take place at Santa Fe National Cemetery at a later date. Please sign Bob's online tribute at www.romerofuneralhomenm.com Romero Funeral Home, 609 N. Main St., Belen, NM To Plant Memorial Trees in memory, please visit our Sympathy Store.
Published in Albuquerque Journal on Oct. 15, 2020.
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Geary AndrewsJanuary 15th, 1944 - December 11th, 2008
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| From Pat Andrews on August 20th, 2012 | |
Geary and I were married 29 December 2001 in Aldie, Virginia. It was a second and wonderful marriage for each of us. Geary passed away 11 December 2008, less than 2 and a half months after being diagnosed with malignant melanoma. Geary was a truly special man in every sense of the word. About a year before his death, we shared a weekend in Washington State with his longtime friend, Tony Davia. Geary lived life to the fullest and touched the lives of those who knew him. |
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Alice Watson (Arth)- - January 22nd, 1969
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Betty Guy (Beardshall)June 29th, 1944 - January 15th, 2011
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Bill BeckOctober 10th, 1942 - March 7th, 2007
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 27th, 2012 | ||
x the agency was acquired by a larger brokerage firm, which then merged with even larger firms. Bill rose to become President of the succeeding firm, Willis Corroon Corporation, now trading simply as Willis.During his career Bill served both the insurance and construction communities with committed devotion. Over the years he served on countless committees and boards , representing both insurance and construction interests at the local, state and national levels. He was considered a true "professional" in the field of casualty insurance as it relates to construction. Whether it was his family, his four grandchildren, his professional colleagues, his sailing "mates," his golfing pals or his clients, Bill was a devoted friend. He was always available and always ready to help. On long distance sailing adventures, Bill would always stand the worst watches so others could get more rest. He had a big heart and a bigger smile. He will be sorely missed by all who knew him.There will be a Celebration of Life service on Sunday, March 11, 2007 at 3:00pm in Sunset Hills United Presbyterian Church. 900 Country Club Drive, Mt.Lebanon, PA Burial will be & |
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| From Rick Toucey on February 17th, 2012 | ||
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Bill Beck, my dearest friend from first grade on. Bill taught me how to do the butterfly and his brother got me playing the guitar. Our families were like one and we shared the same maid Laura who kept us straight when we were young. South Hills CC as kids all summer in the pool to sailing with Bill in the Chessie and in the Windward Islands....to playing golf the last few years in Naples and Boca. I will never forget him and miss him all the time.....so fond many memories. George, I will be hoisting a scotch for him on the 7th of March and will call his brother Dick too. God Bless Bill Beck.....never angry, never a bad day and never said a bad thing about anyone. Wish we all could be more like Bill Beck. |
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| From "George" Beck on January 31st, 2012 | ||
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Bill loved the class of 62! He loved you all. It's hard to believe its been 5years (on March 7th) that Billy has been gone. |
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Jay BergOctober 1st, 1944 - -
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| From Julia Nicholas Weeker on September 24th, 2022 | |
| After College Jay and I became friends again. I belonged to The Young Republican, I Greeted people at the door. Jay appeared one night and we connected. He had a party at his "Cool" Apartment. I loved the wall of Beer. Jay and his friends had to drink a lot of beer for Jay to make the wall. It was a great piece of Art. As I entered I Saw the wall, walked over and pick out a Beer Can which caused the whole wall to collapse! Surrounded by beer cans .. I was surpried and wanted to hide Jay said, Julie it time for a change. Everyone there was laughing as we gathered the cans for the trash. I miss you Jay..running all over Pittsburgh . Jay was a gentle soul who loved life. Love, Julia |
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| From Tom Doorley on January 31st, 2012 | |
| Ay The Jay Berg, my friend. One of the first of us to move on. You were surprisingly tender for a "wrassler". We have and use still that green all-purpose pan you gave us for our wedding. Each time we use we say...aww Jay we miss you guy. Tom Doorley |
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Kathy BinghamMay 8th, 1944 - April 9th, 2007
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on September 6th, 2012 | |
May 8,1944- April 9,2007 "She had everything but years" shared one friend on learning of the Easter Sunday death of Kathryn Roby Bingham of Norfolk, Virginia. Known as "The Book Lady of Ghent," Ms. Bingham is survived by her son, J. Littleton Glover Ill of London, United Kingdom; daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Kreeger Ulsh (Bingham) and their son "Drew" of Newnan, GA; her golden retriever companion "Lily''; niece Christine Van de Mark and nephews John and Michael Mitchell. Choosing a career move to Virginia, she chose Norfolk, living a stone's throw from the birthplace of her beloved father, Christopher Frank Bingham. A loyal aficionado of the fiber arts, Kathryn could make or do anything with a piece of cloth. Her keen interest in the arts drew her to pursue programs at the Chrysler Museum, where she assumed various volunteer and professional positions, as well as the Moses-Meyers Museum House in historic downtown Norfolk. Many a visitor remarked, "we could always rely on Kathryn to do a stunning flower design in the entryway." Her knitting friends added, "The walls of the home she cherished serve as a backdrop for a treasure trove of artistry she produced over several decades. We'll miss her style, her robust sense of humor at our shows and what about those great treats she could whip up on cue? Rachel Ray had nothing on Kathryn!" Christened in the Episcopal Diocese of Pittsburgh, PA, Kathryn began her lifelong faith journey with a loving God. Throughout her life, all recall her overwhelming compassion for those less fortunate, with a focus on children. "She didn't just talk the talk but walked the walk. When you needed it, Kathryn would give you the shirt off her back or the homemade soup in her kitchen." Many a congregant at Christ St. Luke's Episcopal Church rave about the homemade treats she has shared over the years after the services. Kathryn graduated high school as a National Merit Scholar. After receiving her B.A. in 1966 from Sweet Briar College, she pursued an M.A. in social work at the University of Virginia. She married J. Littleton Glover Jr., father of Littleton & Bingham, on June 9, 1967 at Grace Episcopal Church of Cismont, VA. The young couple moved to Newnan, Georgia. Kathryn's career with children began as an elementary teacher at Western School as the first grade teacher and she continued in this same position at The Heritage School thereafter. She later finalized her earlier graduate work at the University of Virginia by enrolling at Smith College, earning her Master's in Social Work (MSW) qualifying as a | |
| From Jean Small on June 11th, 2012 | |
| I remember how you always were dancing as if it was just a natural part of your being. Rest in peace. | |
Kathy Frommeyer (Birris)November 21st, 1944 - October 8th, 2022
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Jerome (Jerry) Bokan- - January 6th, 2020
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David BrearleyJuly 20th, 1944 - December 18th, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 27th, 2012 | |
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James BreierDecember 17th, 1944 - January 20th, 2022
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JAMES "JIM" C. BREIERAge 77, of Bethel Park, passed away on January 20, 2022, after a valiant four-year battle with various health issues. Born December 17, 1944, in Pittsburgh, PA to the late Joseph and Marie (Schwendeman) Breier. Beloved husband of 47 years to Barbara (Kyle) Breier; devoted father of Michael James Breier of Bethel Park, Steven Wesley (Rochelle) Breier of Mt. Lebanon and Lisa Ashley (Jason) Brown of Canonsburg; proud grandfather "Buppy" of Jolene, Claire, Nash and Wesley Breier, and Landon and Caden Brown; brother of Donald (Sharon) and the late Richard (survived by Carol (Kubiak)) Breier and Nancy (Jim) Zdrale; son-in-law of Barbara (the late Ethan) Stroh; brother-in-law of Rebecca (Wayne) Milam, Bonnie (Ray) Mesing, Robert (Melissa) Kyle and Andrew (Jill) Stroh; and uncle of many loving nieces and nephews. Jim was a 1962 graduate of Mt. Lebanon High School and a veteran of the U.S. Army. He devoted his entire 46-year working career as circulation manager at the Pittsburgh Press and later with the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. He never missed reading a newspaper. Jim loved cars, especially Corvettes. He enjoyed taking long rides with his wife Barb in his own Corvette. Jim loved to travel, especially to the beach. He also loved Mt. Lebanon High School football and served as a member of the team's chain crew for 40 years. He was thrilled to see the team recently win the 2021 state championship. What Jim loved most was spending time with his family and friends. Jim will be greatly missed by all who knew him. Arrangements by BEINHAUERS. Friends and family welcome Tuesday 2-8 p.m. at 2828 Washington Road, McMurray, 15317, 724-941-3211. The family invites everyone to meet at the funeral home Wednesday 9 a.m. for final viewing, then eulogies in the Beinhauer Chapel. Immediately followed by procession to St. Catherine Laboure Parish, St. Louise de Marillac Catholic Church for Mass of Christian Burial at 10:30 a.m. The family requests that everyone wear masks at the funeral home and church. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations in Jim's memory be made to either St. Louise de Marillac - Disability Committee, or to Mt. Lebanon School District - Athletic Department. To add and view tributes visit www.beinhauer.com.
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Bruce BrunswickAugust 14th, 1944 - March 24th, 2019
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 Bruce Marshall Brunswick Lancaster - Bruce Marshall Brunswick, age 74, passed away on March 24, 2019. He was born on August 14, 1944 in Canandaigua, NY to the late Paul and Hester Marie (Noe) Brunswick. He is survived by his loving wife of 51 years, Sylvia (Kinney) Brunswick; daughter Jennifer (Mike) Headlee; son Mike (Tara) Brunswick; grandchildren Kaitlyn and Courtney Brunswick and Brian Headlee; and a number of siblings, nieces, and nephews. Bruce graduated from Muskingum College in New Concord, OH with a Bachelor of Arts degree in June, 1967. While at Muskingum, he was a member of the Sphynx Club (later to be known as Kappa Sigma Fraternity). Bruce later graduated from Xavier University in Cincinnati, OH with a Master's Degree in Corrections. When his children were young, he enjoyed being a leader in the Indian Guides and coaching boys soccer. He was an avid Cincinnati Bengals and Pittsburgh Pirates fan, and he passed on his passion for the Ohio State Buckeyes to his children and his grandchildren. Bruce spent much of his free time bowling, golfing, and riding his motorcycle through the countryside of southeastern Ohio. Bruce retired from the Ohio Department of Corrections after 30+ years of service in 1996, and he became a servant who sat on various committees for the First United Methodist Church in Lancaster, OH. A visitation will be held on Friday, March 29, 2019 from 1 – 2 PM at the SCHOEDINGER WORTHINGTON Chapel, 6699 N. High Street, where a memorial service will begin at 2 PM. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made out to donor's favorite charity. Visit www.schoedinger.com to view Bruce's tribute video and express condolences to his family. |
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Bruce BrunswickJanuary 1st, 1944 - December 2nd, 2021
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Bruce Marshall Brunswick Lancaster - Bruce Marshall Brunswick, age 74, passed away on March 24, 2019. He was born on August 14, 1944 in Canandaigua, NY to the late Paul and Hester Marie (Noe) Brunswick. He is survived by his loving wife of 51 years, Sylvia (Kinney) Brunswick; daughter Jennifer (Mike) Headlee; son Mike (Tara) Brunswick; grandchildren Kaitlyn and Courtney Brunswick and Brian Headlee; and a number of siblings, nieces, and nephews. Bruce graduated from Muskingum College in New Concord, OH with a Bachelor of Arts degree in June, 1967. While at Muskingum, he was a member of the Sphynx Club (later to be known as Kappa Sigma Fraternity). Bruce later graduated from Xavier University in Cincinnati, OH with a Master's Degree in Corrections. When his children were young, he enjoyed being a leader in the Indian Guides and coaching boys soccer. He was an avid Cincinnati Bengals and Pittsburgh Pirates fan, and he passed on his passion for the Ohio State Buckeyes to his children and his grandchildren. Bruce spent much of his free time bowling, golfing, and riding his motorcycle through the countryside of southeastern Ohio. Bruce retired from the Ohio Department of Corrections after 30+ years of service in 1996, and he became a servant who sat on various committees for the First United Methodist Church in Lancaster, OH. A visitation will be held on Friday, March 29, 2019 from 1 – 2 PM at the SCHOEDINGER WORTHINGTON Chapel, 6699 N. High Street, where a memorial service will begin at 2 PM. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made out to donor's favorite charity. Visit www.schoedinger.com to view Bruce's tribute video and express condolences to his family. |
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Bob BurdickMarch 24th, 1944 - January 25th, 1993
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| From Kathie (Williams) Miller on October 11th, 2012 | |
| I met Bob in 9th grade and he was the life of the party. His antics cheered our classes but didn't upstage the teacher. I will never forget his "WRAP" that he spread with glee. His friendship, his outgoing personality, his smile will always be remembered. God keep you Bob and we'll send prayers your way. | |
| From Sue Burdick on September 17th, 2012 | |
| Bob was diagnosed with Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma and Polycystic Kidney disease. He fought tough but lost the battle on January 25, 1993. Your smile, your warmth, your wit, your funny stories are sadly missed. We shared many adventures and amazing times all teaching life lessons. Though your time with us was brief there is gratitude for the time we had. You touched the lives of many who became better for knowing you. A life well lived will never be forgotten. Lovingly submitted... Bob's wife, Sue Burdick |
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| From Frank Concilus on February 19th, 2012 | |
| Bob was my neighbor when I lived in Sunset Hills. He was a tall, funny, wacky guy. We'd go to Pitt or Steeler football games and he'd smack his hand on one of the steel girders and fall to his knees holding his head, eliciting cries and looks of concern from passing fans. Bob became a psychologist and I talked with him at the first reunion I attended (the 30th?). He told me he had had brain cancer but was hoping to be around for the next reunion. He wasn't... |
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Mary Jo Ard (Button)February 14th, 1944 - July 22nd, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 25th, 2012 | |
| Mary Jo Button Ard, wife of Dr. F. Michael Ard, mother of Dr. Michael Colin Ard and Cameron Carroll Ard died onThursday July 22,2010 in Tucson, Arizona at the Tucson Medical Center Hospice following a lengthy battle with breast cancer. Mary Jo was born in Columbus, Ohio on February 12,1944 to Carroll Clarence Button and Marjorie Eult Button. She was raised in Mt.Lebanon, Pennsylvania. Mary Jo earned a BME degree from Indiana University (1966), a Music Therapy degree from the University of Kansas (1970) and a M.S. degree in Special Education from Baylor University (1976). She was a Board Certified Music Therapist with the National Association for Music Therapy, Inc. On August 9, 1969 she married F. Michael Ard in Waco,Texas where her husband had accepted a teaching position in the Piano Department of Baylor University. They would remain in Waco while raising their two sons, Cameron and Colin, both of whom reside in San Diego, California. Colin works in statistics and data management as a Postdoctoral Fellow in the Department of Neurosciences of the University of California San Diego. Cameron is preparing to enter Engineering School. Following an adjunct teaching position in the Baylor University Music Education Department, Mary Jo accepted an appointment as Music Therapy Coordinator for the Waco Independent School District -a position she held with distinction for twenty five years. For her work, she was recognized as Outstanding School Coordinator for 1991-92. In 1995, she was able to secure a Clinical Training Site for Music Therapy Interns at WISD after her proposal was approved by the National Association for Music Therapy, Inc. She held her position until January 2001 when she and her husband retired from their respective jobs and moved to Tucson, Arizona, a city they had grown to love years earlier while her husband pursued a DMA inpiano at the University of Arizona. _ From January, 2001 until a short time before her death she continued her work as a Music Therapist with the State of Arizona and as an independent contractor. The commitment most dear to her for the past eleven years was her tireless dedication to ending the persecution by the government of China of the spiritual cultivation practice, Falun Gong (also know as Falun Dafa). Her efforts on behalf of fellow practitioners, who follow the principles ofTruthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance, took her throughout the country to centers of state and national government where she presented the dilemma engulfing a peaceful meditation practice and raising awareness in this country of the little known or understood persecution. To quote the mother of one of the children with whom she worked as a music therapist, "Your pervasive generosity and genuine compassion toward others, particularly those who are unjustly marginalized and deprived of basic human dignity, have been nothing short of an inspiration to me.• This is the story of a beautiful human being. She will be missed by all who knew her presence. |
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| From Sandy Blumfeldt on June 14th, 2012 | |
| Mary Jo, You were the nicest gal. So smart and kind. Your mom taught us sewing at school. {Mrs. Button :o] } When I moved to a house near you I was invited to walk to school with you and your friends. I so appreciated that. I'm so happy to have known you Mary Jo! |
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J. Craig CameronJanuary 1st, 1944 - October 12th, 2013
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| From lex gray on November 17th, 2013 | |
Craig lived down the street from me. Arrowwood Dr. He would pick me up and take me to school in his 55 or 56 Buick. Craig would prepare to take off once i was in the car. That procedure included reving the engine with the shift in neutral and then ripping it into gear. It produced a great patch out which he loved. You could see it in his eyes. He loved cars. We had to field a home room basketball team and i told Craig he would be a big part of our potential success. Craig said i don't play basketball and i told him he would have only one job, big man under the basket. He said fine. Our homeroom dominated inter-mural basketball in 1960 and in 1962. He was without a doubt a big part of our winning. Craig only knew when he saw the ball he got it. Then he passed it back out to whomever at warp speed. I told him slow down on the kick out. He said i only know one way. Craig was a really good guy and as George and Cliff know we talked about what happened in 10th grade when we won our fifst championship. Every one is trying to remember how we won. Leave it at this, without Craig we would have lost. Great Guy.
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| From Tom Doorley on October 31st, 2013 | |
We'll all miss this one--big of spirit! big of heart!
Craig touched us with humor, loyalty and friendship. He convinced me to "abandon" Wednesday nights at St Bernard's to rally with his unruly crowd (Dave Manoogian, Nick Mager...) because he promised it would be better. He was right.One summer when my job fell through he found me a better job where he worked. I needed the $. He was looking out for me...no surprise there...that was his essence.
Somehow I believe we'll have his spirit with us for a long time. Craig, you are not gone to us, just repurposed. Rest in peace Friend.
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| From Cliff McMillan on October 25th, 2013 | |
I am saddened to hear of Craig Cameron’s passing. Craig had been in my life since 1957 when we were both assigned to Mr. McDermott’s Mellon Junior high homeroom and later in May Kay Sneary’s homeroom all during high school. He was a close friend in high school often double dating with Bonnie Dean, Janet Geist and I. After high school we drifted apart only to be reunited when Craig began dating my sister Carol and later marrying Carol in 1966. They had two children, Cheryl and Corey. Carol and Craig had many dogs over the years, each with names such as Chap, Champ, Chance, etc. Long before marrying Carol, Craig had developed a love affair with Cars.
My first Craig/Car experience came when I visited his house in 1959 and there before me in the drive was a brand new 1959 Cadillac El Dorado Convertible, ermine white with a red leather interior. It was one of the most beautiful cars I had ever seen. During those years, Craig’s dad Jim, a car lover himself, took Craig out of school each year to go to the Indianapolis 500 Race in 1959, 1960, and 1962, to see the race and the development of the rear engine Ford’s by Colin Chapman, the English race manager and his famous English Formula 1 driver Jim Clark. Craig was not bashful about his love for his cars, and in 1961 Craig bought and sold so many cars (12) in the same year, the State of Pennsylvania made him take out a dealer’s license. Laying tire and burning out may have been the cause for some of the car turn over.
After college Craig joined Vanadium Steel Company, and shortly thereafter he extended his love of cars professionally by joining Ford Motor Company, later with Motocraft, a division of Ford. When Craig and Carol married, they moved to Carnegie, PA and Janet and I often played cards with them until the wee hours of Saturday morning. Craig was very skilled at cards, as the legend goes; he partially financed his college education and his 1957 Chevy Bel Air by hustling his classmates in a friendly $$$ game of cards.
If you hadn’t noticed, the letter “C” has now become a prominent first letter in defining Craig’s life. While still with Ford, Craig acquired a Ford Cobra KR500 Mustang, the fastest thing on the planet at the time. So much engine, the batteries were in the trunk. Later while working for Modine, a primary manufacturer of car and truck radiator’s, Craig bought and sold many hot rod cars such as a highly modified Chevy II. Never straying too far from Ford, Craig had a love affair with classic Mustangs, and he and Carol enjoyed entering their classics at car shows and meets around the mid-West and in Phoenix.
Craig could be depicted by words and adjectives starting with the letter “C”. Craig was Canny when it came to card games and the buying, selling, and trading cars. Craig was comedic and colorful (remember the pink tuxedo), competitive (his homeroom basketball play), and his positions as sales manager and Vice President.
A short golf story about Craig and his son Corey exemplifying his pride he had for his children. Craig, Carol and Corey came over to San Diego to visit Janet and I, and Craig, Corey and I were going to play a round of golf at the famous Torrey Pines Golf Course, the site of the PGA Buick Open. After checking in at the South Course First Tee, we were approached by a single golfer asking if he could join us, making it a foursome. Craig and I were average golfers (duffers if you will) while Corey was an accomplished golfer at the age of 18. We must have looked like easy marks given that we were not dressed in traditional golf togs, and me, a left handed golfer with only irons in my bag. So moments before Corey tees up his ball, the guest asks if we would like to begin wagering on each hole. I found out later, he was an attorney, playing the course at least twice a week, and had a reputation of hustling unsuspecting duffers like us. Before answering the wager question, Corey drives his tee shot. We were driving directly into the wind off the ocean about 1,500 yards above the beach and sea. The fairway rises so that you can’t see the green below, and then falls off for a 450 yard Par 4. Corey hit the ball so hard and so far, you would have thought it was going in the ocean. Not noticeable to our guest, Craig turned and gave me a wry smile of pride, and the attorney guest never said another word for the rest of the afternoon. Corey finished the day not far off the pace from the famous pro golfers who come there annually.
Craig was always so proud of the accomplishments of his children, Corey in the golfing world and his physician daughter Dr. Cheryl Cameron. I will miss tinkering with Craig’s classic cars, or riding shotgun in the dead of winter with the convertible top down, heater blasting and the radio belting out Rock and Roll tunes on the way to another car show, and the reverb of the throaty rumble of the classic V-8.
I wish you God speed, always with the top down, wind in your face and the road rising up to meet the horizon.
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| From Bob Chilcoat on October 14th, 2013 | |
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Thanks for posting the remembrance. Carol called me yesterday to let me know of Craig’s passing. Very sad.
Craig was an absolute original. His dad had been a professional toastmaster and, as a result, Craig was the only person I knew who owned a shocking pink, high quality tuxedo. Craig, Dave Manoogian, Nick Mager and I were the unholy quartet in the Beverly Heights UP Church youth group, and the tuxedo got some use several times in the various skits we put together for youth nights, summer camps, etc. I can’t believe that Dave and Craig are now both gone.
The film the four of us put together (The Sculptor’s Daughter, or A Day in the Life of a Chiseler) was originally for the BHUP youth group, but we had it blown up to 16mm so that it could be projected in the Mt. Lebo auditorium for the Senior Variety Show. Craig wrote the lion's share of the script with me, and played the part of Little Nell Burnit, daughter of Dad Burnit, in a dress with a mop on his head as a wig (Little Nell, right!). When we were filming the scene where Black Jack O'Diamonds (Manoogian) ties Little Nell to the railroad tracks (film location was the Castle Shannon streetcar tracks), Craig was all tied down on the tracks when the streetcar decided to come along. We had to scramble to get him off the tracks!
Craig and I were crazy about cars (so was Manoogian, but that’s another story). One memorable (read stupid) stunt one afternoon was a backwards drag race down Crestvue Manor Drive from Beverly Heights to my house with each of us sitting on the driver’s window sills of our respective cars, racing in reverse. Someone else must have been in each car working the accelerators and brakes, but I can’t remember that detail. I do remember that one of the fathers on our street (might have been Frank Concilus’ dad) ran out and yelled to his kids to get inside because there were “crazy people” out there. Surprisingly, my parents never heard about it.
Craig loved to lay tire. His favorite technique was to back up pretty fast, drop the transmission into Neutral, floor the accelerator, and then drop it into Drive while still going backwards. This was pretty spectacular. For some reason his dad never did figure out why he was getting such poor life out of his rear tires. He also had to get his transmission rebuilt surprisingly frequently. Craig did this one night in front of Nick Mager’s house on the bricks that were the pavement on Park Entrance. Left a world record patch, but Nick’s dad heard it and was so mad that Nick nearly got grounded, and all he did was stand outside and wave goodbye!
Craig and I had managed to stay in touch over the years, and I still consider him one of my best friends. I am sure he will be missed by everyone who knew him. As I said above, he was one of a kind. A true original. Godspeed, Craig.
Bob
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| From George Watt on October 14th, 2013 | |
I knew Craig well in our early years as he and I were in the same homeroom, Miss Sneary's 7s for 4 years. We played on our homeroom basketball team together and Craig was one of the "big guys" underneath who literally crashed the boards and everyone else in the way to get rebounds. In homeroom he mostly flew under the radar relative to contributing to Miss Sneary's daily discipline challenges as they were dominated by other homeroom mates. However, Craig was never shy about throwing a little gasoline on the fire once it started. I also remember he and Bob Chilcoat made a spoof of a silent movie for our senior talent show. When we learned that we were both going to Grove City College, we decided to room together and did so for the first 2 years - until I transferred. Grove City, in it's infinite orderly wisdom, thought it made sense to house all the freshmen men in the same hall, which was somewhat isolated from the main campus. Although I would not classify Craig as a ringleader, in our quad room with Stu, Whit and I, his H.S. apprenticeship with gasoline and fire, in support of Miss Sneary's greatest challenges, served him well in college as Craig was an eager participant in regular hall shaving cream and water balloon fights. And, he soon graduated to more sophisticated hijinks like the time we and a few of the other hall "leaders" had just enough of one of the freshman problem children and with Craig's help, rolled him up in a rug and taped it closed, just before dinner, and left him there until the dining hall closed, or, the time Craig, who always loved cars, neutralized a couple of the cylinders on Bruce's (our RA) ancient 6 cylinder Plymouth before Bruce took off on the weekend to visit his girlfriend in Meadville and caused the car to sputter, lurch and jolt all the way to Meadville and back, or, the best one was when we decided to convert Bruce's room to a small zoo and Craig was the key figure in momentarily putting his foot in Bruce's door, and quickly unlocking and closing it as Bruce tried to pull it closed as he raced out of his room Easter weekend to drive to Meadville. After Bruce left, Craig helped stock the room with chicks and ducks with plenty of water and feed to last the weekend until Bruce returned to find his new friends had made themselves at home in his room for a few days. Best part was Bruce never found out who did it so we didn't have to clean the disastrous room - a major "clean" getaway! Between good deeds, Craig and I spent time pining to each other over special girlfriends lost, falling to sleep to Johnny Mathis records and me acting as a sounding board for his jokes for his standup comedy routine (his secret passion). His favorite one, with an accent that would make Sylvester Stallone proud, was when he played a punch drunk boxer and said, "ah was a fightuh once and one night ah climb inta da ring an took off mah robe an realize ah forgot mah trunks - dat was da night ah fought Max Baer!" In the summers we cut lawns and painted house numbers on curbs to earn a few bucks. After I transferred we lost contact with each other except at H.S. reunions and then communicated from time to time on the e-mail network. I understand he had a successful career with Ford where he had a chance to put his love for cars to work. He was a great and fun loving guy and will be missed by all who knew him.
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Ronald ChappellJanuary 17th, 1944 - July 23rd, 2013
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Like Bob Bennett, I had not communicated in nearly 50 years with Ron, but when we did, vivid memories came flooding in. Ron sent me a recent photo and he had this sheepish grin on his face and I commented by e-mail at the time that I had seen that "look" before. There was a certain football play that Ron (our tackle) pulled from his position and got a running start and led the running back up threw the hole and many times blindsided the opposition. Ron always got that "look" when that play was called in the huddle because he loved to blindside and flatten an unsuspecting opponent. When I called him on the "look" in his recent photo, he told me later he was waiting to pull a surprise birthday party on his wife. Typical Ronnie.
In HS Ron always was the prankster and free spirit never taking life too seriously. Over the past few years while I knew Ron was struggling with a long term illness, he exhibited that same free spirit and courage that I had once known many years before.
Thanks Flicka for reminding me to stay in touch with Ron.
Be at peace my friend and thanks for all the blocks and friendship on and off the field.
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| From Bob Bennett on July 28th, 2013 | |
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We met in 1953 in the fourth grade at Jefferson Grade School. We became friends, playing two years of football next to one another, you the tackle and me the skinny end. I loved watching you continue your football in high school and valued our friendship over the years. Then we lost contact for nearly 50 years. I will cherish the memories of the last two years when we reconnected and corresponded regularly, sharing hopes, dreams, regrets and bucket lists. I stood by helplessly as you fought a brave fight against the cruelist of illnesses. Rest easy, dear friend. Your struggle is over. But you live on in our thoughts, the memories of good times solid in our minds.
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Bob ClinedinstJanuary 12th, 1943 - September 14th, 2009
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William ConleyNovember 9th, 1942 - December 23rd, 2020
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William J. Conley III
1942 - 2020
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William J. Conley III, 78, of Penn Township, went to be with the Lord on Wednesday, Dec. 23, 2020. He was born Nov. 9, 1942, in Pittsburgh, to the late William J.and Ellen J. (Coolahan) Conley. Bill was a member of St. Barbara Catholic Church. He was proud of his honorable service in the Air Force during the Vietnam Era and was a member of American Legion Post 290 in Scott Township. Bill retired from TransCare Ambulance Service as operations coordinator. He was a life member of Paintertown Fire Department and Westmoreland County Firemen's Association, and was past EMA director of Penn Township. Bill is survived by his beloved wife of 47 years, Patricia (Youhouse) Conley; loving daughter, Amber (husband Nick) Lewis; two cherished grandchildren, Bailey and Cody Lewis; a brother, Ronald (wife Barbara) Conley; sister, Eileen (husband Remo) Gabriele; and many nieces and nephews. Friends will be received from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. Monday, Dec. 28, 2020, at LINDSAY-JOBE FUNERAL HOME INC., 3343 Route 130, Harrison City, 724-744-2721. Due to current pandemic guidelines, visitation is limited to 10 people at a time and face masks are required to be worn. Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 11 a.m. Tuesday, Dec. 29, at St. Barbara Catholic Church, 111 Raymaley Road, Harrison City, with Father Michael P. Sikon officiating. Everyone please meet at church. Interment with military honors will be in Penn Lincoln Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Paintertown VFD at 1010 Tray Road, Irwin, PA 15642.
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Rick CouchSeptember 6th, 1943 - June 30th, 1985
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| From Sandy Sterling on July 8th, 2012 | |
| Dear Ricky, You wouldn't know my name now..but I hope you would remember my old name. We were in the same Mt. Lebanon class. You were such a nice polite guy Ricky. It was hard for you to be in our class because someone as special as you needed special love and intertvention to make you the best that you could be...I don't think that you got it. But we so appreciated your presence and friendly wave..always. You were part of us Ricky!! |
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Lynne CroffordFebruary 8th, 1944 - January 15th, 2011
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 27th, 2012 | |
| Lynne S. Crofford Lynne S. Crofford, age 66, of Greentree, PA. on Saturday, January 15, 2011. Beloved daughter of the late Ted and Shirley Crofford, loving sister of Eric, Dave and Bev Crofford (Dave Peteet); aunt of Hailey and Courtney Candier and the late Joshua Russell; great aunt of Paige Russell. Lynne retired from US Airways and was active with the Greentree Garden Club and Men's Garden Club. A memorial service will be held Saturday, January 22, 2011 at 11am in the Wallace Memorial Presbyerian Church, Greentree. Interment private. Memorial contributions may be made to a charity of one's choice. Please add and view tributes www.beinhauer.com . Send concolences at post-gazette.com/gb. |
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Janice Lefler (Crouch)January 13th, 1945 - August 20th, 2002
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Diane Wood (Cusmano)July 4th, 1944 - November 14th, 2015
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Diane Cusmano WoodJuly 4th, 1944 - November 14th, 2015Diane Cusmano Wood, artist, dreamer, creator, problem solver, conversationalist, lover of coffee, chocolate and cigarettes. She was undeniably energetic, upbeat and cherished her children and grandchildren more than anything else in the world. Deede died on Saturday November 14, 2015 of complications from Multiple Sclerosis at 71 years of age. Born on the 4th of July in Melrose Park, Illinios, Deede grew up thinking the Independence Day fireworks were in celebration of her. Unshakably full of life, she had a love of meeting new people and experiencing new things, a passion for learning and an openness to the world with a rare mix of wisdom and naiveté. She was an optimist who looked for the best in people and always had a strong sense of curiosity, conviction, kindness, and compassion, as well as an incredibly strong will. Deede was never one to be told she couldn’t do something. She was a seeker, a searcher, and a passionate creator who thought outside the box and did things her own way. Good at most things she set her mind to and humble to a fault. With her bright, beautiful, light blue eyes, Deede had a calm sense of serenity, a patient ear and a wide-open heart. There was something inherently special about her. She had an unspoken energy that transcended words, an undercurrent of connection to the world and those around her. That force remained in tact even in her most difficult days. Growing up as a young girl in Huntington, New York, on the North Shore of Long Island, Deede spent her summers at the Yacht Club and Country Club. She and her sister Susan and brother Scott would swim and take sailing lessons during the day and enjoy formal dinners and Shirley Temples with their family at night. She adored sailing, the smell of the water, the breeze, the snap of the sail and the seagulls drifting through the setting sun. During her high school years in Coral Gables, Florida Deede would often take her fathers’ 36 foot sailboat out by herself, something other girls of that era rarely did. She held those memories close to her heart for her entire life, often joking that squinting into the sun was the cause of the wrinkles on her forehead. Her other passion from a young age was making art, excelling in a variety of mediums. Deede would take the train into Manhattan and visit her aunt Antoinette and uncle Stefano, on the Upper West Side. Stefano, an acclaimed artist, would immerse her in his home studio with oil paints and canvas where she poured into it, surrounded by his inspiring work. Deede loved the excitement of New York City and eventually had an apartment there when she was working as a stewardess for United Airlines, where her father was a pilot. Greenwich Village folk music and Harlem jazz, dancing, museums and poetry, inspiration was everywhere. She adored travel and flying with a passion. A cross Canada train trip with her beloved aunt Junie at age 13 had whet her appetite. Working as a flight attendant expanded those horizons, literally and figuratively, exploring different cultures and meeting a wide variety of people. Learning to ski in the Swiss Alps was one of many memories she cherished from that time. Decades later she would still reminisce about the fun and excitement of air travel in its golden age. Deede had boundless curiosity, ideas, plans and inspirations, which, much to her parents dismay, seemed to distract her from sticking with one college long enough to actually graduate. Florida, Pennsylvania, Virginia, New York, Chicago, and Minneapolis. She bounced around the country taking classes, working, making art, meeting people, and exploring life. An artistic visionary who felt comfortable around people of all walks of life. Deede finally fell in love with San Francisco. Surrounded by the ocean and a creative culture, she dreamt of buying a warehouse in which to live and make art. She was a social person who loved conversation but she also cherished her alone time, sitting in calm reflection or coming up with new ideas. A self described “Night Owl,” evening was the time her creativity flourished. Deede defied definition and always marched to the beat of her own drummer. She began dating surfer and California native Robert Wood before he left to serve in Vietnam. They continued their courtship during his service overseas and upon his return to the states she moved to Southern California to be near him while he was stationed at Camp Pendleton. Deede and Rob married and moved back to Northern California where she worked as a graphic designer for small publications in the area. They had their first child, Bentley in Santa Rosa, California. A couple years after his birth they loaded a truck and moved to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, a small ski town nestled in the Rocky Mountains. There they pooled their imagination, skills and hard work, designing and building their own house. In the years to come they had their second and third children, Jessica and Prescott. Deede absolutely lived for her kids. She was a loving, nurturing mother who encouraged creativity, contemplation and resourcefulness as well as kindness and respect towards others. She enjoyed working on projects around the house, gardening, reading, sewing clothes and Halloween costumes, knitting, cooking, astrology, making art, going for walks in the woods, skiing, or taking classes at the community college in a variety of subjects including Japanese. Deede and Rob also created beautiful sandblasted signs for local businesses. She was a member of various local community organizations, including the League of Women Voters, PTA and a Cub Scouts den leader as well as regularly volunteering for local events such as Art in the Park, the Winter Carnival and hand painting banners for the Soda Pop Slalom, a ski race for little kids. While not a joiner of groups she felt a desire and duty to be involved in the community, especially when it related to her children. In her late 30’s, following the death of her father, and dissolution of her marriage, Deede began experiencing problems with her eyesight, fatigue and balance, but it was not until her mid 40’s that she was finally diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Deede pushed forward with a calm optimism, despite the depression and exhaustion that comes with a debilitating disease. Seeking a change, she moved to Ojai, California for a time before eventually moving to Loveland, Colorado where she spent nearly 20 years. She volunteered her graphic design skills at the Thompson Valley Art League and helped build HUD houses. She did her best to continue living with as much energy and enthusiasm as she had before her diagnosis. As time went on her gradual deterioration from MS further effected Deede’s mind and body. Her loss of the ability to walk was the most devastating. Every day became a battle of her will over her body and it was increasingly difficult to maintain what she referred to as a “normal life.” So much of the person she had always been became eroded by the disease. Her non-linear thinking, once an asset, became at times hard to follow. As a result long distance friendships became strained, some eventually fading out entirely, adding an aloneness to the already distressing battle she was embedded in. Somehow though, throughout it all, Deede maintained a strong sense of humor and willingness to help others, often placing the needs of family, friends and co-workers over her own. She spent the last years of her life living with her daughter Jessica and family in La Mesa, California. She cherished being so close to relatives again. Enjoying meals together or having her grandchildren excitedly run into her room to tell her stories. Diane Wood lived a driving and vivacious life for the vast majority of it. She had more spirit, force and flare than most of us and the confidence that enabled her to lead a life fiercely following all that aroused her interest. Although over time her disease slowed her outward activity down, she remained as interesting and interested in the world as she always had been. She was a truly loyal mother, daughter, sister and friend. Her warmth, generosity, humor and curiosity transcended even her most difficult days. She cared about people, all people and the world at large. That was simply the type of person she was and why those that knew her were deeply touched by her. Deede is survived by her beloved children Bentley, Jessica and Prescott as well as her Grandchildren Haley, Nathan, Jacob and Aislin. She also leaves behind her sister Susan and brother Scott. Deede was preceeded in death by her parents August and Elaine Cusmano. For more information contact her family at Bentley.wood@gmail.com
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Douglas Lee DavisSeptember 1st, 1944 - May 4th, 2008
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John DeeringNovember 20th, 1943 - March 25th, 1999
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 1st, 2012 | |
JOHN DEERING JOHN DEERING, 55, of Sapulpa died Thursday, March 25, 1999 at his home. Mr. Deering was born in Stillwater November 20, 1943 to Fred and Mary Robinson Deering. He moved to Sapulpa from Sand Springs about 12 years ago. He married Debbie Murphy on November 26, 1968 in Glencoe. Mr. Deering was a veteran and served in the U.S. Marine Corp. He was vice-president of the Jensen Construction Co., Tulsa and a member of the Agape Chapel in Bixby. Mr. Deering was a member of the Association of General Contractors and president of the Board of Governors of that organization. He was an avid golfer and boating enthusiast. Funeral services are scheduled for 1 pm. Monday, March 29, 1999, at the Agape Chapel, Bixby. The Pastor George Shafer will officiate. Interment will be in the Bethel Cemetery, Glencoe. The family will headquarter at the family home at 732 Country Wood Way in Sapulpa. Owen Funeral Home is in charge of all arrangements. Taken from the Sapulpa OK Herald |
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Richard DeweesSeptember 16th, 1944 - November 26th, 1998
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| From Mary Kay Dewees Pietris on September 4th, 2012 | |
He was one of the key leaders in working with the Pennsylvania legislature continuing care retirement communities, serving frequently as a resource to legislative staff. Richard was one of the key "Untie the Elderly" program. Richard is remembered at Kendal as an excellent teacher, generously sharing his knowledge and expertise with others in the field. He easily demystified the complexities of continuing care retirement community finance for anyone who asked. Richard also served Stratford Friends School for many years as the Clerk of the governing School Committee. He shepherded the Committee ( and therefore the School) through many changes, including A major capital campaign. He gently trained Committee members in efficient use of meeting time. He also taught them how to decipher the monthly financial statements and the proposed annual budgets. He helped establish the current Business Office at the school and wrote many of the computer programs used for billing. He also provided technical support for the computer network at Stratford. He is remembered by Committee members and staff for his humor, his willingness to take a stand on issues, and his complete confidence in others's abilities. | |
| From Maria (Revesz) Humphrey on May 11th, 2012 | |
| Dick was such a sweet boy, and I regret not having been more kind to him when he tried to woo me. He was a Friend, and his family was such a rock of strength to him. They had no TV, and I should have seen more clearly how important that was. We met and talked at length at the last Reunion we both attended about where life's currents had taken us. I will miss seeing him at LEBO 50/50. He would have been the first to share his story with the Seniors of '13. Love to you, Dick |
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Julie DiekmannDecember 8th, 1943 - December 12th, 1964
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| From Kathy Foley (Taylor) on August 17th, 2012 | |
| Dear Julie, Can you believe it's been 50 years since we graduated from high school?! We certainly had some good times together. I'm glad we became friends when you moved in up the street. It was great having a friend living so close by. We were very different in a lot of ways. You were out-going and I was on the shy side- maybe that's why we got along so well. You loved sports and were good at many of them (probably better than a lot of the boys in our class.) Do you remember teaching me to water ski at Cheat Lake? I never thought I'd get the hang of it- but I did. You were a great teacher! Too bad girls didn't participate in varsity sports like swimming or basketball back then. You would have been good at many of them. And remember those one piece white gym suits we had to wear- and those ugly stretched out swim suits?! One thing we had in common was that we both liked to sew. You made a dress for me for one of our dances. We had such fun designing and making that dress. I stll remember the dress and the cameo necklace I wore with it. I still have that necklace. You went to Iowa State (following in your parents' footsteps) to major in merchandising and textiles. As it turned out, I also majored in merchandising and textiles. I still remember all the good times we had together. I'm so glad you were my friend. Julie, I miss you. Your friend, Kathy An article appeared in the newspaper following Julie's death. I have included some exerpts from that article. Julie Diekmann enjoyed the outdoor life and- rather unusal for a girl-- also liked to hunting. This pastime cost Julie her life. Julie, 20, who lived in Mt. Lebanon was a sophomore at Iowa State University and went out hunting yesterday near Ames with three male students. The four were after rabbits in the vicinity of Skunk River, about three miles from campus. One of the shots fired went wild, striking Julie and killing her instantly. Police said the shooting was accidental and indicated no charges would be filed. Julie was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L. C. Diekmann, of 1287 Folkstone Drive, Cedarhurst Manor, and a 1962 graduate of Mt. Lebanon High School. At the university, Julie was studying merchandising and textiles. |
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| From Sandy Blumfeldt on June 14th, 2012 | |
| Julie...we were in many classes together. Your mom and my mom were friends and we all mourned the accident that took you from us. I remember you so well and I can still hear you talking to me as I sat behind you laughing. You have been missed for a long time. |
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Judi Sefton (Dimock)April 21st, 1944 - June 7th, 2016
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Judith Dimock Sefton went to be with Lord on Tuesday, June 7, 2016.
Judi was born on April 21, 1944 in Newton, Massachusetts to Donald F. and Eleanor L. Dimock. Hometown, Mt. Lebanon, PA was dear to Judi and she cherished her 1962 graduating class from Mt. Lebanon High. A consummate care-taker, Judi was a nurse by profession and committed her life to the helping of others. As a Registered Nurse, a volunteer and an entrepreneur, she served in many capacities to help make life better for people in her life and in her Chandler community. For several years she supported the works of the Chandler Christian Community Center serving on the board and helping in the best ways she could. She served on the City of Chandler, Mayor's Committee for the Aging advocating for services and programs for elderly neighbors city-wide. Judi is survived by sons, Don and John, Jr. (Michele); and brother David Dimock (Helen). "Nana" has three grandchildren; John Robert, Samantha Lee and Ryan Kyle. Beyond the bloodline, Nana adored the family of close friend Lila Williams, including her children Michael and Tiffany and Tiffany's children. Services will be held Saturday, June 11th at Faith Community Church – 1125 N. Dobson Rd, Chandler, AZ 85224. 1:00 p.m. viewing, 2:00 p.m. Service with refreshments, desserts and fellowship following. The Chandler Christian Community Center contributed to mom's wellbeing; both in years past when she served on the Board and most recently in her time of need. Donations in her honor are greatly appreciated. Click here to give. Online photo gallery, condolences and guestbook can be found atvalleyofthesunfuneralhome.com |
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on June 14th, 2016 | |
| Judi was one of my closest friends. I met her at Mellon Jr. High. She had just spent months in a full body cast to correct her severe back problem, while being tutored at home. Athough she had a heart of of gold,.....a compassionate heart, she was feisty! She said what she meant and meant what she said. I admired her for that! She must have been a good nurse.....compassionate, but firm with her patients. She married John Sefton, class of '57, a friend of my husband. They had two sons, John Jr. and Donald. They moved to Arizona in the early 70s, but we never lost contact. We took vacations together, celebrated, along with Lillian Sowa Simpson, our 60th birthdays and of course saw each other at the reunions. As the song goes, "Friends are friends forever if the Lord is Lord of them......Its hard to let you go, but in the Father's hands we know that a liftime is not too long to live as friends," Our next reunion will be in heaven! | |
| From Andi Gamble-Smith on June 9th, 2016 | |
| Judi attended every reunion that I was involved in. She was always a pleasure to talk to and looked forward to seeing her every 5 years. She endured a lot but always kept her upbeat attitide. Her very good friends, Lillian Sowa and Connie Kilb were a blessing to her. I will miss her. Andi Gamble Smith |
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Phil DorranceJuly 20th, 1942 - November 17th, 1964
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| Phil was one of my best friends. We raised a lot of hell in our day! In the Army he was stationed in Ethiopia and while going to visit a girl at a Peace Corp camp over the local mountain, on his motorcycle, he lost it on a sandy curve and sadly lost hjs life. I was like the 5th brother in the Dorrance family. I went to Phil's funeral with Franny Ortale who was also killed on a motorcycle two weeks after Phil's funeral. | |
| From Court Chandlee on May 19th, 2012 | |
| Phil was an interesting, nice-looking young fellow; smart, but probably didn't, or didn't ever have a chance to, reach his full potential. When Phil was allowed to use the family 1956 black and white Olds coupe he was told to bring it back full so he quickly learned how low the gas tank could be and still read full on the gauge. He and his three brothers grew up on Vernon Drive just down the street from John Potter. He joined the Army and was stationed in Ethiopia where, it is my understanding, he was the victim of a fatal motorcycle accident at a very young age. It is unfortunate nobody ever got get a chance to see what Phil could have been and done, had he had a chance to live longer. |
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Gail DoyleDecember 15th, 1944 - March 27th, 1992
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Bonnie Redenbarger (Ehlers)March 30th, 1944 - December 3rd, 1998
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| From Nancy Detwiler Jones on December 3rd, 2020 | |
| Bonnie, my dearest friend in high school, what wonderful adventures we had. We shared our deepest longings, our hopes for the future & our shared faith in God. You were my greatest blessing then. | |
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| Walking Bonnie home from school was about the biggest detour I could make, but she had me walking on air. A princess to my drudge, Bonnie gave me a vague idea of what sophistication meant. Later, she met Lt. Maston at Duke and treated me well, even though she was dating a well-known basketball star. Bonnie - a classy lady all the way. | |
Michael FawcettJune 25th, 1944 - March 4th, 2022
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| From Ken Coleman on July 9th, 2022 | |
| Mike was a close friend since Markham School, and I always thought of him as one of the friendliest, smartest, wittiest, and most articulate guys I knew back then. I also think of him now as one who had a great influence on my life. The first instance was when we were applying to colleges in the Fall of 1961. He came back from a campus visit to Yale with stories of wild parties with free-flowing alcohol and, though there may have been some other reasons to go there, that was probably the tipping point. Later in life the influences were somewhat more mature. In the early ‘70’s when I was living in Cambridge and he had moved to the Boston area to become a very successful venture deal lawyer, we had some great times socially and also began to develop a network of business friends. This eventually led to a couple of venture deals in which Mike was instrumental. Even more recently in the 2010’s, after he and his wife Hedy had founded their business advisory firm, he was generous with their time to advise me on the last startup of my business career. In the last few years, I stopped for a couple of visits to see Mike and Hedy in Savannah on my way down the coast to Florida. They were great hosts, and I’m pleased to say that Mike remained the same warm friend he always had been. In June, 2022, I attended a “Celebration of Life” for Mike at the home of his daughter Madelaine in Ipswich, MA. It was organized by his widow Hedy and was the combined efforts of his large extended and blended family, which includes three sisters, three wives, and children of two marriages with their families, and was attended by about 100 friends from his life in the Boston area, many who had been in businesses with Mike and many who had played polo with him at the Myopia Hunt Club and around the world. It was heartwarming to hear the tributes given by his children and wives that he was a great father and husband, loved and admired by all. Mike was an extraordinarily gifted entrepreneur and deal maker, and many of his friends had stories to tell about his business and polo exploits. Mike had many passions that he shared with his family and friends, but polo was arguably the most noteworthy. He formed tournament winning teams at Myopia and also in Argentina and Palm Beach, and he even imported some high-goal Argentines to play on his teams in the US. I was astounded to learn that at one point he owned 55 horses! At the Celebration I was able to share, with people who didn’t know him back then, some of my boyhood memories of Mike - Cub Scouts, Markham School, Miss Milligan’s math class at Mellon, freshman football, his eloquent renditions of Shakespeare in Miss Elliott’s AP English class, the Boy’s Pep Club hi-jinks at high school football games, and so much more from our teen years. I am sure many of our classmates have their equally strong memories. I will miss him dearly. Ken Coleman |
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| From Tom Doorley on June 29th, 2022 | |
| Mike and I were casual friends back in the day. He became an attorney with Sullivan and Worcester in Boston. A strategy consulting firm I co-founded, Braxton Associates, needed a lawyer. We found Mike. He was awesome. He negotiated, with me, a succesful merger with the far larger Deloitte Consulting. Mike was both an excellent transaction attorney and a man with style. He wore French cuffs and suspenders. We called him 'slick' an honoriifuc. RIP, counselor. |
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| From Kenneth Kurtz on March 14th, 2022 | |
| The year was 1955, and the Markham grade school football team was being assembled. I was new in town and played end, and was running around on the field with no idea what to do. Our best receiver was a tall kid in jeans and hip pads -- Bucky Hamilton. At quarterback was -- Jim Daniell (Jim's dad was quarterback coach). In the middle of it all -- hiking the football and calling the huddles (as I remember it) was -- Mike Fawcett, at center. That squad was a championship team.... | |
Tony FerryApril 18th, 1944 - November 25th, 2006
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Kathleen Madda (Flaherty)November 11th, 1944 - February 23rd, 2011
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Kathleen Ann Madda Kathleen Ann Madda, nee Flaherty, passed away on Feb. 23, 2011, in Los Altos, CA, after a sudden illness. Kathy is survived by her loving husband of 42 years, Michael Madda; son Brian Madda; and grandson Leo Madda of Oak Creek, WI; son Timothy Madda; daughter-in-law Adrienne Madda; and granddaughter Jacqueline Madda of Chicago, IL; brother Robert Flaherty; and sister-in-law Na-Young of South Korea; and brother-in-law Joseph Madda; sister-in-law Mary Madda; and nieces, Mary Jo Madda, Lea Madda and Alexandra Madda of Sherman Oaks, CA. Kathy was born in New York, NY on Nov. 11, 1944, where her father Robert Flaherty, a nuclear engineer with advanced degrees from Carnegie Mellon University, was working on the Manhattan Project at Columbia University. Shortly thereafter the family returned to the Pittsburgh, PA area and settled in Mt. Lebanon, PA where Kathy lived through high school graduating from Mt. Lebanon High School in 1962. Kathy was especially active in equestrian events, show jumping and horse shows through high school and subsequently in college and developed a lifelong love for horses, dogs and all other animals. Kathy attended Georgetown University in the Nursing School from 1962 to 1966, graduating with a BS degree in nursing in June 1966. It was at Georgetown in her freshman year that Kathy met fellow freshman Michael Madda who also graduated from Georgetown in 1966 with an AB degree from the College of Arts and Sciences. After graduation, Kathy commenced her nursing career in Chicago where Mike was attending Northwestern Law School. Kathy worked at Passavant Hospital and later taught nursing at Illinois Masonic Hospital until 1971 when she left nursing after the birth of her first son Brian. Kathy and Mike married in Pittsburgh, PA on June 15, 1968. They returned to Chicago and lived there until 1973 and then in Evanston, IL until 1988. Brian was born in 1971 and Timothy in 1976. In 1988, the family moved to South Pasadena, CA when Mike transferred to the Los Angeles office of Baker & McKenzie. In 1994, Kathy and Mike moved to Los Altos, CA when Mike moved to the Palo Alto office of Baker & McKenzie where he continues to practice law. In both South Pasadena and Los Altos, Kathy was very active as chair of the area Alumni Admissions Program Committee for Georgetown. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that in light of Kathy's lifelong love of and involvement with animals, donations be made in Kathy's memory to the Humane Society of the United States. Funeral arrangements for Kathy will be held in Chicago, IL and Oak Park, IL on March 6 and 7, 2011. Funeral Monday, March 7 from Peterson-Bassi Chapels at 9:15 a.m., 6938 W. North Ave. to St. Giles Church in Oak Park. Mass 10 a.m. Entombment at Queen of Heaven Cemetery. Visitation Sunday, March 6, 2 to 8 p.m. at Peterson-Bassi Chapels. Information: 773-637-4441. |
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Jane Anderson (Flemm)March 8th, 1944 - February 7th, 2009
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on July 29th, 2012 | |
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ANDERSON Jane Flemm Altman Anderson lost her thirteen year battle with metastasized breast cancer on February 7, 2009 at the Hospice at the Chaplaincy in Kennewick, Wash. Jane was born in Drexel Hill near Philadelphia, Pa. on March 8, 1944. She grew up in Mt. Lebanon near Pittsburgh, Pa. and lived most of her adult life in Columbus, Oh. She moved to Richland, Wash. in 1999. She valued her family and friends. She nurtured and enjoyed her friendships and put her energy into maintaining them. Her family and friends will miss her smile, her conversation, and her love. Jane had a 41-year career as a registered nurse, primarily in obstetrics, before she retired in 2006. She graduated from the Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing in Pittsburgh in 1965, and then graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Pittsburgh with a Bachelor of Science in nursing in 1969. She earned a Master of Science in nursing from The Ohio State University in 1981. Jane developed a Lamaze birth techniques course for mothers to be, and taught it with her team of nurses in the Columbus, Oh. area for more than a decade. Jane completed her career working in the Pre Admission Services Unit at Kadlec Hospital in Richland, Wash. starting in 2001. She championed rights for personal decisions about life from its inception to its end. Jane exhibited great skill and thoroughness as a nurse. She had compassion and caring for all of those in her care over the years. She is survived by Frank, her husband for the past ten years; her sons, Gregory and Adam Altman; her brother, Paul Flemm and his wife, Vicki; her step-son, Jim Anderson and his wife, Traci; and daughters, Greta and Emily; and her step-son, Brendan Anderson. A celebration of her life will be held at the Community Unitarian Universalist Church in Pasco, Wash. within the next few months. Notice of this service will be provided at a later date. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made on behalf of Jane to The Hospice at the Chaplaincy in Kennewick, Wash. Visit www.HillcrestMemorialCenter.com to sign the online guestbook.
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| Jane, I arrived on the scene in 1958, unknown and alone. You touched me then and helped me find my way into what became a wonderful experience. It is a dear and caring person you were. You live on... |
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Jean Styen (Focer)May 1st, 1944 - April 26th, 2014
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on June 4th, 2014 | |
| STYEN JEAN F. Suddenly on Saturday, April 26, 2014, Jean, age 69, of Squirrel Hill. Loving wife of Earl Styen; beloved mother of Kristina (Jason) Munchel, Tiffany (Drew) Jennings, Matthew (Edie) Styen; sister of Nancy Carroll, Elizabeth Repman, and Bill Focer; also survived by six grandchildren. Jean was a dedicated nurse at Allegheny General Hospital for 50 years and a member of the Nurses Alumni of Allegheny General Hospital. Friends received at the JOHN F. MURRAY FUNERAL HOME, INC., Butler at 52nd St., Lawrenceville, where services will be held Thursday at 11 a.m. Visitation Wednesday 2-8 p.m. Send condolences at post-gazette.com/gb |
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Janet McMillan (Geist)March 28th, 1944 - November 22nd, 2004
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| From Cliff McMillan on August 20th, 2012 | |
Janet was a devoted mother, wife, sister, sister in law, daughter, and friend to many in San Diego and Pittsburgh. She was the center, the "rock" of her own family. She was a principled thinker, often placing others ahead of herself, a strong personality but always very kind. "When I watch an old movie, take in another stray, visit the zoo, or hear a loud infectious laugh, I will remember Jan. Thanks for being a part of our lives, we are richer for knowing you." Barb Banai (McMillan)
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A fun person to be around. I remember fun times with Janet, Cliff McMillan, Sue Lamont and myself. |
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| From Kathie (Williams) Miller on October 11th, 2012 | |
| A quiet, solemn fellow who perked up at the Sadie Hawkins dance with me. We had a lovely evening, dancing and just talking alot. I'll never forget the memories. I felt so bad that you were having such a hard time between leaving home and going away to college. How I wish you had given it more time. You're sadness in life should not have been. You are missed. I'm sending more prayers your way in the hope that they help your spirit. | |
| From Rick Johnson on September 29th, 2012 | |
| A gentle, soft-spoken young man, too soon gone. Rest in peace, Bobby. | |
Georgia Franklin (Gribschaw)January 3rd, 1944 - September 21st, 2017
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| From Andrea Smith on November 3rd, 2017 | |
| Georgia was one of my first playmates before highschool. She was a very gentle soul and I am glad that her life was a happy one. I hope I am blessed to see her in my next life. | |
Alfred "Bucky" HamiltonJanuary 1st, 1944 - September 20th, 2014
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Obituary from Pittsburgh Tribune Review, Sept. 22, 2014 Athletic man filled his life with friends, fun Bucky Hamilton was never one to sit around doing nothing. "If it was a nice day, we were always doing something. We rode his motorcycle, we rode bicycles. He was an avid skier. He had a boat and we water skied. He just never quit," said his longtime girlfriend, Carol Kee. "Everything we did was a ball. His life was fun." Alfred E. "Bucky" Hamilton III of Crafton Heights died in his home on Saturday, Sept. 20, 2014, of leukemia. He was 70. Mr. Hamilton met Kee about six years ago in Atria's restaurant in Peters when they both were out with friends. "He said, 'You're with me,' and he was right. I fell for him," Kee said. "He was very, very athletic, just a solid mass of muscle, and an unbelievable athlete - and handsome." The pair attended several Steelers, Pirates and University of Pittsburgh games when they weren't on the ski slopes, in the rivers or on a bike. "He was always pushing it. He loved that thrill. Everything he did was at 90 mph," Kee said. Mr. Hamilton was the son of the late Anna Mae (Thoma) and Alfred Earl Hamilton, Jr. He grew up in Mt. Lebanon and graduated from high school there in 1962. He later joined the Army Reserve. Most of his working career consisted of working for Entertainment Books as a truck driver and helping develop the business. But mostly he enjoyed spending time with friends and family. "In the summer we'd go down to Stonewall Jackson Lake in West Virginia with the boat, pitch a tent and spend a week there, Kee said. "We'd have a party on the lake. With him, it was always the more, the merrier." He bought and renovated an old elementary school on Obey Street in the 1990s, where he lived and rented out space. "He always used to say he was the headmaster of the Obey Street School," said his sister, Marcia Clark of Bethel Park. "He had 400 people's phone numbers in his cell phone, and he could tell you what they all did. He was very, very sociable." Mr. Hamilton is also survived by Kee's three children, Christopher, Jon and Elizabeth Kee; nephews, Brian and Rob Clark; and many cousins. Friends are welome to visit from 3 to 8 p.m. Monday in William Slater II Funeral Service, 1650 Greentree Road, Scott, Twp. A funeral service will be held there at 7:30 p.m. Monday. |
| From Court Chandlee on September 21st, 2014 | |
| I am guessing many people don't know you spent time in the early 80s in Orlando as a principal partner and part-time bouncer at the largest nightclub in Orlando, J J Whispers. I remember when you stayed with us in St. Petersburg and we then drove to Orlando to see you at the club. What a hoot. Your life was so varied and adventuresome that most anybody would have welcomed the opportunity to have justa few of your many and varied experiences. From one motorcyclist to another ... you will truly be missed. | |
| From Cliff McMillan on September 21st, 2014 | |
| "Bucky" Have you ever met another Bucky? Plenty of Jim's, Bobbies, or John's, but never once, another Bucky. If you never met him, but just heard his name, you had to guess he was going to be a one of a kind, and he lived up to that distinction all of his life. Living away from the Pittsburgh area, I missed most of his after high school antics, but have lived vicariously through the stories and photos of Bucky from George. Even 50+ years removed from the Mt. Lebo experience, he was and is a memorable icon of an era, always an impish smile, black leather jacket, engineer boots and on a motorcycle with a beautiful blond on the back. The Fonz before the Fonz. The first guy to tint his hair. While most of us wore Chino pants, penny loafers, and crew neck sweaters to go with our crew haircuts, not Bucky. While I and many others strove to fit in and be well the "norm", Bucky seemed to revel in his anti-teen demonstration, and of course TOTALLY UNPREDICTABLE. Who else would show up at a Friday night football game in a black braided wig, waving a Go Lebo Go placard? Bucky portrayed the bad boy image, not the tatooed gang members of today, but with a scary similar trait. Why do beautiful girls and women seem to be attracted to Bad Boys, like moths to a flame? I'm sure thousands of hours have been expended on Psychiatrist's Couches trying to figure that one out. Whatever it is or was, Bucky had it, as evidenced by his dates at our reunions. Usually blond and considerably younger, that seemed to be another signature of Bucky. Whether you knew Bucky well or not, he was an icon of our youth, an unforgetable character from our School Days at Mt. Lebo. Close your eyes, remember the toothy grin, knowing that something unpredictable was about to happen. I wish I had known Bucky better. Rest in Peace, your struggles are over. |
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John HawkeAugust 17th, 1944 - March 30th, 2011
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Jeanne Bereznicki (Heid)September 25th, 1944 - September 20th, 2021
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Become the owner of this obituary to manage the guestbook, edit the notice, and more. JEANNE' (HEID) BEREZNICKILoving, fun, joyful, generous, adventuresome — those are just some of the reasons her family and friends cherished Jeanné Georgette (Heid) Bereznicki, 76, of Mt. Lebanon, who was taken into the presence of her beloved Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, on Monday, September 20, 2021. A 1962 graduate of Mt. Lebanon High School, Jeanné worked as office manager and executive assistant at Kossman Development Company for over 40 years, retiring — as much a family member as an employee — in 2014. Jeanné celebrated her faith as a born-again Christian through her beautiful, alto singing voice. She performed, as a soloist and in groups, at her home church, Bethel Bible Chapel, McMurray, as well as in many places throughout the eastern United States. She was a speaker for Stonecroft Ministries for many years and was still processing mail-in exams for Life's Key prison ministries as of June. A multitasker before the term was coined, Jeanné was always on the go. She was delighted to spend time with friends and family to laugh, dine, hear music, or just enjoy each other's company. She loved the fellowship of her chapel family as well as her bevy of friends and "chums", many of whom she'd known since high school. Jeanné loved to explore new places and re-visit her favorites, especially Puerto Rico and Northern California. She enjoyed baseball (Go Bucs!), Scrabble, Jeopardy, Judge Judy, Masterpiece Mystery, George Gershwin, kitties, Friendly's ice cream, and chocolate. Loved ones who preceded her to Glory include her husband, William "Bill" Bereznicki; two sisters, Margie (Heid) Williams and Heidi Heid; her parents, George and Margaret (Raynak) Heid; and her partner, Dennis Ross. She is survived by her daughters, Kim (Stanske) Quish, of Mt. Lebanon; and Jeanné (Bereznicki) Costopoulos, of Siesta Key, FL; her brothers, George, of Aspinwall; Bill, of Allendale, VA; and Jim, of Albion, CA; her grandchildren, Maggie and Conall Quish; great-grand-daughter, Lexie; 5 nephews and nieces; and many grandnieces and grandnephews who affectionately knew her as "Auntie Grandma". A celebration of her life and faith will be held on Monday, November 8, 2021, at 7:00 p.m. at the Beverly Heights Presbyterian Church, 1207 Washington Road, Mt. Lebanon, PA 15228. The service will also be live-streamed at http://beverlyheights.org/live. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in her memory to Life's Key, P.O. Box 98100, Pittsburgh, PA 15227.
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| From Julia Nicholas Weeker on October 2nd, 2021 | |
| Jeanne was a great Friend to all! She treated each of us with kindness, joy and compassion. I loved going to the Bart Christmas Lunches in December of each year, working on Reunions together, chatting on the phone and sending messages during the years. Jeanne loved to sing! Her talent was amazing. Your faith helped you deal with life's struggles. Your courage was stronge. You will be missed. Julia |
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| From Jane (Ferguson) Niwa on September 29th, 2021 | |
| Jeanne always brought happiness, positivity and energy into any space she entered. I have wonderful memories of the many hours we spent in the alto section together as part of Ms. Sneary's Triple Trio. Jeanne loved her family, and had a special place in her heart for Heidi, her sister with Down Syndrome. She brought joy to everyone whose life she touched. RIP, dear friend. xo Fergy | |
| From George Watt on September 29th, 2021 | |
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If any one classmate could be described as the symbol of the Mt. Lebanon H.S. Class of 1962, it would be Jeanne Heid Bereznicki. Jeanne loved the Class of ’62 and was always ready and willing to do whatever was needed in support of Class activities – and especially reunions. Jeanne was a charter member of the Reunion Committee and always willing to take on more than her share of responsibilities to assure successful reunions and optimize attendance – no small task since we have had a reunion every 5 years since graduation! In addition to arranging the photographer and organizing the Sunday Prayer Breakfasts, Jeanne could be found decorating for our Friday Night at the Rec and Picnic activities, helping select the dinner/dance music and then greeting everyone with her great smile at the Saturday Night Dinner/Dance reception table. A number of years ago Jeanne and I started an annual Christmas Lunch with Bart (special classmate Barton Will – the class disc jockey and former neighbor of Jeanne’s). At first it was just Jeanne, Bart and I, but over time it grew to include about a dozen classmates. Jeanne made it a point to be at every Christmas Lunch. Even when declining health made it physically very difficult, she came with the help of friends Cindy and Amy. Perhaps her most memorable contribution was made near graduation day when she wrote the lyrics to our Class Song to the music of “Moon River”. Her lyrics appear below. Classmate Fred Sargent described her passing as “A beautiful light went out”. We Bid You – Goodbye Jeanne. Rest in peace. George Watt MT. LEBANON H.S. 1962 CLASS SONG We’re Leaving High School Days are Through In June, Our Year of ’62. Our Fond Memories Remind us of Our Dear Alma Mater of Gold And Blue. Teams Fighting for a Victory, Ours Would So Many Times Succeed. So, as Our Days Here Finally End, We Always Will Defend Our Dear Mt. Lebanon High We Bid You – Goodbye. Tune: Moon River by Henry Mancini Words: Jeanné Heid Bereznicki |
| From Art Tripp on September 26th, 2021 | |
| It's hard to believe that Jeanne is gone. I remember her from H.S. as if it were only last year. Friendly, vivacious, bright, and as pretty in the 21st Century as she was in 1962! It was always a pleasure to see her, and I hope our spirits cross in the afterlife. | |
| From Julia Nicholas Weeker on September 23rd, 2021 | |
| Jeanne had a strong sense of kindness for everyone! She had a way of making every student at Mt. Lebanon High School feel accepted. Her smile was geunine. A Voice that stood alone, creativity and talent to write Songs for our class. I will miss you dear Friend |
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Geoff HeronJune 3rd, 1944 - August 20th, 2016
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Dr. Geoffrey Heron died on Saturday, August 20th, following a brief battle with an aggressive form of lymphoma. Geoff was born in Pittsburgh, PA, on June 3, 1944. He attended the University of Chicago, where he received his BA in 1966. He went on to graduate from the University Of Chicago School Of Medicine in 1971. Geoff completed his psychiatric residency at the University Of Colorado Health Sciences Center in Denver in 1976. He graduated as a psychoanalyst from the Denver Institute of Psychoanalysis in 1987. Geoff practiced psychiatry and psychoanalysis for many years in Denver and Boulder. Dr Heron was committed to inpatient and outpatient psychiatry. He served as President of the medical staff of Mount Airy Psychiatric Center in 1982, and the Medical Director of the North Valley Hospital Medical Staff from 2005-2006. He went on to become a Distinguished Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association in 2003. At the time of his death, he was the President of the Denver Psychoanalytic Society beginning in 2015. Geoff taught at both the University of Colorado Health Sciences Center and the Denver Institute for Psychoanalysis. He was the Assistant Medical Director for Medical Education at Centennial Peaks Hospital, 2007-2013. Geoff had a lifelong passion for his family, sports and the outdoors. He was an accomplished skier and avid basketball player. He enjoyed biking, fishing, and hiking. He reached the summit of many of the 14,000-foot peaks of Colorado. In his 50's, he also became an excellent snowboarder and tennis player. He remained active in many of these sports until his death. Geoff is survived by his wife Joan, his son Ted, his step-sons Sam and Harrison, and his sister Cathy. Geoff was a cherished source of inspiration as a devoted father and step-father. He supported the wide array of interests and strengths of his sons. A memorial service will be held for Geoff on Sunday August 28th at 10:30 AM at The Wedgewood Inn (formerly The Red Lion Inn) in Boulder Canyon. To send condolences please go to www.cristmortuary.com. | |
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William HertelMarch 16th, 1943 - January 30th, 2015
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Bill, a member of the Class of '61, was a special friend of our class as he always attended our reunions and frequently came to social events. Bill was a fighter as he had more than his share of health issues over the years but could always be counted on to never give in and make it to any occasion having to do with the Class of '62. In high school I remember Bill as a mainstay at the "Rec" , always chit chatting with anyone and everyone. Just an all-around nice guy. A few years ago he had dinner at my house with Bob Bennett and it was a great night reliving old memories. A couple of years ago Bill, probably sensing his health issues were catching up with him, called me and suggested we go to lunch. He arrived with a large bag with 100s of photos he had taken at previous reunions that he said he wanted me to have to share with our class. Without those photos, many of the good times we had at those reunions and photos of classmates from years gone by would have been lost forever. Unselfishly Bill took photos of anyone who happened to come into range of his camera so many, many classmates were captured on film. Most of those photos appear on our Webpage under their respective reunion number. Bill will be missed by all who knew him and his absence at Reunion 55 will be especially noticed. Thanks Bill for your contributions to our class and RIP.
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| From Bob Bennett on January 7th, 2016 | |
Bill was my friend. I never came back to Pittsburgh without spending as much time with Bill as possible. He was the first to have "all" the Oldies on CD in his car. Bill had two passions, cars and photography. I can't count the number of times we treked out to Scheneley Park for the car races and show. Bill was partial to the Ferraris, even owned one for a time. George already commented extensively on his use of the camera. The first two photos of me in action on the Lebo basketball court came to me curtesey of Bill. I still have them. Much of the time we enjoyed together was spent in silence. If two words would cover it, Bill never used three. He was sometimes seen as blunt. I saw it as plain-speaking, and Bill elevated it to an art form. But he saved the best for those whom desperately needed a taste of humility. I said at his memorial service that Bill was an acquiured taste and that I had acquired it--early on. At Coach Black's Tribute Dinner in 1999, Bill took a number of truly great pictures and placed them in a beautiful 4x6 wood and metal album. He gave several of them as gifts the next night at dinner. Coach Black and I were among the lucky recipients. Mine sits on my desk in a place of honor. I think of Bill every day and I will the rest of my life. He was loyal to those who were loyal to him. He respected those who respected themselves and others. He was never boring. Did I mention that he was my friend? |
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Nancy Taylor (Houser)January 1st, 1944 - May 19th, 2014
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on June 5th, 2014 | |
| May 22, 2014 Nancy L. Taylor Meadville Tribune MEADVILLE — Nancy L. Taylor, 69, of Meadville, passed away Sunday, May 18, 2014, at her residence following an unexpected illness. She was born Sept. 20, 1944, in Pittsburgh, a daughter of the late Elwood William and Edna Mae Langsford Houser. She married Charles L. Taylor on March 9, 1969, and he preceded her in death Nov. 18, 2013. Nancy was employed at Kmart in Meadville for 30 years. A very artistic woman, she enjoyed painting, sewing and doing crafts. She also enjoyed traveling, including going on mission trips, but her greatest enjoyment was time spent with family and friends. Survivors include two sons, Stephen Taylor and his wife, Diane, and William Taylor, all of Pittsburgh; a sister, Donna R. Han and her husband, Hewon, of Winston Salem, N.C.; two brothers, Larry W. Houser and his wife, Annette, of Pittsburgh and George W. Houser of Pittsburgh; three stepgrandchildren, Tyler, Hunter and Bailey; and several nieces, nephews, great-nieces, great-nephews and cousins. A memorial service will be Saturday at 11 a.m. at Robert W. Waid Funeral Home, 581 Chestnut St., Meadville, with the Rev. Alberta Smith, friend, officiating. Memorials may be made to a charity of the donor’s choice. Memories and condolences may be shared at waidfuneralhome.net |
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Nancy Howe (Hovorka)December 2nd, 1944 - May 12th, 2012
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| From Susan Schindler (Lammert) on September 12th, 2012 | |
| Admired Nancy soooo much. Always thought she was so pretty and sophisticated. Spent alot of time at her house and Mary Beth Anderson's on Vernon Dr. (still my favorite St. in Mtl.) Will always remember Nancy,Joan Archer and me sitting on her front steps debating whether we would put our middle name in the graduation program. We all hated our middle name and none of us would tell the others what it was.After 20 min. or I said mine began with L. Joan said hers did too. Nancy rolled down the steps laughing so hard. Turns out we all had the same hated, horrible middle name....LOUISE !!!! We all put it in the program !! Nancy was a trusted,dependable good buddy. I'm sure we'll all get together to celebrate Louise Day in Heaven. | |
| From Cliff McMillan on June 10th, 2012 | |
| I did not know Nancy well, but we started each class day together climbing the chorus risers in Ms. May K. Sneary's homeroom. I rarely saw Nancy that she didn't have a smile and she was a proud member of the Rockettes who survived the drilling on those ugly August days on the dusty practice field. The smile, fur blend sweaters, and saddleshoes are my lasting memories of Nancy. | |
| From Ron Chappell on May 20th, 2012 | |
I had several classes with Nancy during our four years at Mt.L. She was always very friendly, had a great sense of humor and a fabulous smile. I'm sad to learn of her passing. My heart goes out to her family and friends. R.I.P. |
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Dan IamsOctober 13th, 1943 - June 12th, 1996
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 28th, 2012 | |
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C. DANIEL IAMS Of Mt. Lebanon, on Wednesday, June 12, 1996, beloved husband of Sandra Burger Iams; Father of Melissa Marie and Amelia Lynne Iams; son of Charles W. and Louise Iams; brother of Nancy Walsh and Dr. William B. Iams. A Memorial Service will be held in the Main Sanctuary of Southminster Presbyterian church, 799 Washington Rd, Mt. Lebanon, Sat. evening at 7:30. Family will receive friends immediately following the service in Southminster House. Interment will be private. Memorials may be made to the Baptist Homes of Western PA or a charity of one's choice. LAUGHLIN FUNERAL HOME. Ltd. |
Peggy Jobin (Jones)August 3rd, 1944 - November 15th, 1995
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| From Ron Chappell on January 31st, 2012 | |
| A very nice girl from a very nice family. Peggy Jones was my first "official" girlfriend, circa 1959. She was in my homeroom (Mrs. Furlong) throughout our time at Mt.Lebo. I'm sad to learn of her passing. | |
Ned KellerMay 19th, 1942 - November 6th, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on September 18th, 2012 | |
Coleman-Taylor Funeral Services 3378 Millers Run Road Cecil, PA 15321 724 745-9510 Obituary Edward Keller, 68 years old of Cecil, died Saturday, November 6, 2010 in St. Clair Hospital, ER. He was born May 19, 1942 in Pittsburgh, Son of the late Edward Leonard and Martha Hilty Keller. Mr. Keller served in the Vietnam War as a Navy Seal. He was a former member St. Bernard Church, Mt. Lebanon, where he attended school, he was a Volunteer Firefighter in Mt. Lebanon for 25 years, a member of the Cecil American Legion Post 793, and the Transit Union. Mr. Keller was a HAM Radio operator, and enjoyed listening to Police and Fire scanners. he also enjoyed fishing, hunting, the outdoors, yardwork, and his Jackrussell Terrier-PJ.. He worked as a Switchman for Port Authority of Allegheny Countyfor over 25years retiring in 2005. Surviving are his Wife, Debbie Keller of Cecil, PA, Daughter, Chelsea Keller of Bulger, Son, Sean (Crissy) Keller of Dormont, Step-daughter, Heather Fenk of Mt.Lebanon, Sister, Katie (Jim) Flaherty of Red Lion, Nieces & nephews, Mark, Michael, Mary, Maureen, Molly. He was preceded in death by Parents, son-Edward James Keller, Oct. 21, 2010. Friends will be received 2-4 & 6-8 P.M., Tuesday, November 9 at the Coleman-Taylor Funeral Services, 3378 Millers Run Road (Rt 50) Cecil, PA.where a blessing services will be held Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 10:30 AM with Reverend Stan Gregorek officiating. Interment will follow in the National Cemetery of the Alleghenies,Cecil Township. Military Honors Accorded by the VFW 191 and American Legion Popst 92 Honor Guard, and the US Navy. |
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| From George Watt on February 7th, 2012 | |
| Ned: Always in a hurry - a great guy many never got to know. Remember when you rode the back of my motor scooter and yelled, "goose it, goose it" and I did and had to choose a pine tree vs. a car on Lakemont and hit the tree as you flew over the top and slid down the street - resulting in a broken collar bone (me) and lots of blood (you), but we healed. And remember you gave Mr. Kobosky some golf balls to soften him, but he gave them back - said he really couldn't use the orange striped balls that said "Fabians Driving Range"! You were a hoot Ned, we miss you. Thanks for serving your country in the Navy. God rest! |
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Natalie Costamagna (Kempa)December 24th, 1943 - July 4th, 1992
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Martha McCullough (Kimmel)January 1st, 1945 - March 28th, 1986
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Shirley Hollenshead (Kimmel)January 1st, 1945 - May 22nd, 1997
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Pennie KraberApril 18th, 1944 - December 9th, 1993
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 1st, 2012 | |
| In searching for information about Pennie, I came upon the fact that Pennie's name was credited on 2 Grateful Dead albums. She was a member of a group called "The Tailors". I didn't know whether that meant she was a costume designer or a back-up singer or ? But once I found the attached obituary, I think she probably was connected with the Grateful Dead group as a seamstress. Just a guess tho. | |
| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 1st, 2012 | |
PENELOPE G. KRABER San Rafael deli clerk Services were yesterday for Penelope G. Kraber. The well-liked clerk of a San Rafael deli died December 9 of injuries suffered when a truck crashed through the window of the shop and pinned her. She was 49. The San Rafael resident was an accomplished artist and seamstress. Her Afghan wedding dress was exhibited in the Smithsonian Institution. Many of her designs are in different galleries in New York. “She was well-known throughout the artisan scene,” said her son, Timothy Yaw. “She was a kind and gentle mother and grandmother. Very loving.” The Richmond, Australia, native was a counselor on the Marin Abused Women Services hotline. She is survived by a daughter, Ariana M. Yaw of Van Nuys and a son, Timothy Yaw of Sonoma and two grandchildren. Memorial services were yesterday at the Mount Tamalpais Mortuary Chapel. Burial was private. A trust fund for her grandchildren will be set up soon. |
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Louis (Corky) LanfrankieOctober 17th, 1944 - January 12th, 2017
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Richard LaytonApril 11th, 1944 - January 16th, 2019
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| From "george" Beck on January 27th, 2019 | |
| “George” Beck: the wife of Bill Beck. I met Rich at 15 and remember him running up and down steps, out of the garage to get food or more drinks at all his house parties at Xmas. I truly believe I was at that party already when he didn’t remember the party was at his house. As the years went by, Rich would stop by and do magic tricks. He would never tell me how the card I shuffled and picked (which I put back in the deck) got stuck in the middle (OUTSIDE) of my sliding glass door!! Still blows my mind. Fast forward in time, my husband tricked me into going on one of the guys Caribbean sailing trips with Rick and Rich in the Caribbean. Rich entertained the locals with magic tricks. Their smiles stuck in the laughter of surprise will always be present in my mind When my son moved to Tahoe, I got to spend time with Rich and Mary at their club pool on the Lake with my grandkids. Rich gathered the kayaks for the kids, fed them well and I have a special memory of him playing cards with my grandson. He didn’t cheat but he did tell me the story of the first time he played poker with the Tahoe Tennis guys. He magically whipped their butts until they caught on he could make cards appear and disappear. I can hear him laughing now. |
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| From Rick Toucey on January 26th, 2019 | |
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Dear Family and Friends of Dr. Richard Layton…….Rich Layton………..Dr. Magic, One of my first recollections of Rich was on a Saturday morning pick up football game our sophomore year on the high school grounds. I was running around the end with the football and bang down I went from this skinny kid. So I asked for the ball again and went around the end again to meet this guy again…….this time I went down harder and my nose started to bleed………that is how this special friendship started. Rich went to all Catholic schools until he joined us at Mt. Lebanon High School and that is when our friendship began. We did so many things together including the Chrystal Ball dancing place I think in Bridgeville. During college we always saw each other at all the parties at The Christmas break and listening to the latest Beatles Album.…..one of those parties was at his home. When I was home in the summer we hung out or I went to South or North Park where Rich was a life guard. I remember one summer he had some Playboy Bunnies from Chicago join us at one of his keg parties at the park. After we graduated from college……Rich was busy studying to be a dentist and I was in pilot training getting ready for Viet Nam. So there was a large gap from 1966 until Rich came back to his first high school reunion….sometime in the late 70’s. We had a great group of friends from high school and Rich was doing his magic for all of us and there were three of us playing our guitars. It was a special reunion of so many special high school friends. I remember Rich crying at that reunion when we were saying goodbye……we could not believe how special our bond was and we were sad so many years went by without even exchanging Christmas cards as neither of us knew were the other person lived. Since the mid 80’s I made many trips out to San Diego to visit Mary and Rich and have met so many special friends of the Layton’s and wish I was there now to say hi. Rich and I had two special Back Road Bike Trips, one with Mark Massey who is reading this, which was in Napa Valley and Rich and I did one in Martha’s Vineyard that happened to be when the tragic 9/11 attack occurred. We sailed with High School friends in the Chesapeake Bay and had a 10 day sail trip out of Grenada. These are just some of the high lights of our special friendship………the most fun, were the tennis tournaments in Boca Raton put on Northwest Air Lines. The trophies we won are still proudly on display down here in Boca Raton. Without a doubt each of our high school reunions were very special too. Our high school friends are very close and we have all stayed in touch. To Rich Layton…..a professional when working, an entertainer and sometimes even in the office, and a friend who would do anything for you. He loved his family and took such great care of them……..Mary, the love of his life….so many times the two of us have spoken of how Mary is still here and the only surviving double cell transplant patient…He called me crying when her harvested stems cells were ruined when the refrigeration unit quit working…he was crying because he knew he would be losing the special dear love of his life. I was afraid to call back for weeks……but Rich called me with the exciting news they were able to harvest some more stem cells and Mary was doing great…Praise the Lord for sure…… I remember reading the newspaper article on Mary at the 10 year anniversary of her recovery as the only survivor of a double stem cell transplant……..anyhow…….he loved Mary…….he love life….and he sure made all of our lives better by his upbeat personality and humor. He was a joy to be around. We have lost a very very dear friend and special person. Thanks Rich……we had one hell of a run and you left me with memories that will make me smile till I join you…….God Bless the Layton Family……..Miss you Rich, Love, Rick. …. |
| From George Thuransky on January 26th, 2019 | |
| The part about Rich and his parties. remined me of a story.. It was a Friday night and Rich picked me up at my house. Rich said "I heard there is a party on somewhere in Lebo" So we started out going to various homes of friends we knew. Ed Russ, No Ed is not home went out for the evening. Then on to Mitch Youngling house , Rich was certain that Mitch would know where the party was being held. Again the same thing sorry Rich Mitch isn't home he went to a party. Off to Doug Booz's house and his mom told us I thought he was with you guys. We were told Doug had gone to a party. The saga continues , Larry Shekell, Dave Howe and Bill Beck . We found no party and it wasn't because we didn't try. Rich tell me " what the hell lets go over my house and drink a few beers after we lift weights. As we come down Lakemont drive to the Layton house we see cars parked everywhere. Rich turns to me and says "oh shit that's right the party is a my house. We go in and never said a word about our collective stupidity. So many great memories. George Thuransky |
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Alexander LewisNovember 25th, 1944 - September 29th, 2021
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November 25, 1944 - September 29, 2021 Dr. Alexander Lewis III, age 76, passed away at home in Lafayette, CA on September 29, 2021. Alex was born on November 25, 1944 in Long Beach, CA and grew up in Pittsburgh, PA. He attended Ursinus College then received a Doctor of Medicine (MD) degree at Hahnemann Medical School (now Drexel University - Hahnemann University Hospital). Dr. Lewis returned to California and completed a residency in dermatology at Stanford University, where he went on to serve as an Adjunct Clinical Associate Professor of Dermatology at Stanford School of Medicine for many years. He was a Fellow of the American Academy of Dermatology and the American Society for Dermatologic Surgery. He maintained a private dermatology practice in Walnut Creek, CA until his retirement in 2016. On top of Mt. Tamalpais one rainy June day in 1976, he married Cecilia Wilson Lewis, with whom he spent the rest of his life. Dr. Lewis was a healer, an adventurer, and an artist. He cared for countless patients over the years, and took pride in performing exquisite surgeries. He loved sailing the waters of the San Francisco Bay on his boat the Seal. Dr. Lewis traveled extensively, from boyhood through his final years. Visits to Rome and the island of Capri in the 1960s gave him a lifelong appreciation for la dolce vita and Italian culture. Nothing made him happier than planning the perfect trip. His travels included exploring classic destinations and off-the-beaten-path corners of Japan, Canada, England, Ireland, France, Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Russia, Czech Republic, Slovenia, Croatia, Greece, Italy, Turkey, and Armenia. Back in Northern California, he loved driving the beautiful backroads of the Bay Area in his Porsche. He especially enjoyed visits to Point Reyes, Tomales Bay, and other spots along the Pacific coast. Even closer to home, you could see him buzzing down the winding wooded roads of Lafayette on his mint green vintage Vespa scooter. Dr. Lewis possessed a deep sense of curiosity and unwaning desire to learn, especially about the past. He felt a deep connection to his mother Alice's Armenian heritage, which he honored through research into her family's genocide survival story and involvement with Armenian causes. He shared his love of history with both his children, visiting countless archaeological sites, monuments and museums with them over the years. Dr. Lewis was also a talented photographer, a cinephile (what a Fellini fan!), a car aficionado, an avid astronomer, and the author of a true crime novel set in the 1970s Bay Area. Above all else, Dr. Lewis was an immeasurably loving husband and father. He was predeceased by his parents Alexander Lewis Jr. and Alice Kabakjian Lewis. He is survived by his wife Cecilia Lewis, children Allison Lewis and Alexander (Sander) Lewis IV, granddaughter Clara Wertheimer, and brothers Dennis Lewis and Brady Lewis. Funeral service and burial will take place at 11:00 AM on Thursday, October 7, 2021, at Oakmont Memorial Park & Mortuary in Lafayette, CA. The family asks that memorial contributions be made to the Armenian Missionary Association of America (https://amaa.org/donate/). |
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Jim LynchJuly 9th, 1944 - September 14th, 2021
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| From Bob Bennett on September 30th, 2021 | |
I met Jim Lynch in the fourth grade at Jefferson School. We remained friends for the rest of our lives until he left us. There were years of interruptions but when we reconnected, each time it was as though we had spoken just the day before. From the beginning everything we did together was fun. There was always a lot of laughter and that big smile on Jim’s face.
The first time I had dinner at the Lynch house, Jim poured salt in his mother’s coffee when she wasn’t looking. She winced when she took a sip and then laughingly blamed Jim’s older brother, Bill. Jim just smiled that big smile.
At Jefferson one day coming back into the building from recess, Jim spit on the sidewalk. (We were all in the “little boys spitting” phase in those days.) The sixth grade teacher, Ms Oleman (sp?), the playground monitor, immediately accused me of doing it and sent me to Mr. Rogers’ office, the principal. (No, not that Mr Rogers.) I explained the situation and said I hadn’t done it. After making me deny it 3-4 more times, he sighed and said he guessed it wouldn’t do any good to ask me who did do it. I said no. I was sent out into the outer office for a few minutes to reconsider and then sent back to the classroom. I saw Jim as soon as I returned. He just looked at me and gave me that big smile. Are we beginning to see a pattern here?
Jim was a very fine athlete. He just understood the sports sooner and better than the rest of us and was blessed with more natural talent. In fifth grade we were allowed to play football but not basketball. Basketball had to wait until sixth grade. I still don’t get that. Anyway, in fifth grade Jim Daniell’s Dad coached the Jefferson football team and right away correctly assessed the talent. Jim Daniell was installed as the quarterback and Jim Lynch was made the starting halfback, both ahead of all the sixth graders. As a halfback, Jim was very fast and very elusive. He was also very determined. He scored almost all of our touchdowns that year and the next. I’ll never forget one of them. Jim got around the left corner and started down our sideline with a guy from the other team on his heels. Mr Daniell ran along side him just out of bounds yelling in Jim’s ear to run faster. I won’t quote exactly what he said to avoid an R rating, but you get the idea. After Jim scored, he came back to our huddle with that big smile on his face, and I’ll never forget his words. He said: “I was more scared of Mr Daniell than the guy chasing me.” We all cracked up. We also nodded our heads in full agreement.
In sixth grade basketball Jim was the point guard. He brought the ball up the court and either drove to the basket or shot from 12-15 feet out. None of the rest of us knew what to do with the ball if it came to us, so we were happy to watch Jim shred the defenses and score. I think we won every game that year. At that level, teams rarely scored more than 6-8 points a game. Jim averaged about 10.
One day after high school basketball practice, I was walking home with Jim and Charlie Cobaugh, as I did probably 100 times junior and senior year. We went out the back of the high school and got past the tennis courts to that long concrete ramp that went steeply down to the football field. The only problem was that it was snowing and the ramp was covered in ice. Jim was like a gazelle sliding down to the bottom. Charlie had a bit of trouble here and there but he too made it to the bottom upright. I made it maybe fifty feet when my legs went out from under me. I slid the rest of the way on the back of my neck. I had a semester’s worth of books, notes and papers cradled in my arms at the top of the ramp. They went flying all over the place when I threw my arms up to try to regain my balance. When I looked up at the bottom, it was snowing books and papers and Charlie and Jim were bent over double laughing. I joined them. After a couple of minutes, Charlie and I recovered enough to start gathering everything up. I looked over and Jim was on his back in the snow still laughing uncontrollably. Finally he recovered and, you guessed it, gave me that big smile, pure joy on his face. That’s how I choose to remember Jim.
Jim remained a talented high school basketball player, but somewhere along the way he discovered golf. I remember going to South Hills Country Club with Jim and Lex Gray the summer after sophomore year when we were 16. They were both really good. I just walked around with them. Jim shot a 76 that day and narrowly missed a hole in one on a par 3. We thought the ball was in the hole and ran up to see. The ball mark was one inch from the hole and the ball lay just behind the hole. Jim tapped it in for a birdie. Jim went on to captain the golf team at Mt Lebanon and become one of the best players in WPIAL history, earning a golf scholarship to Bradley University. After a year, Jim transferred to Maryland, again on a golf scholarship, where his high school sweetheart and future wife, Diane Kessler, Lebo class of ’61, had gone two years earlier. He then made the PGA tour. Lex once told me that from tee to green Jim struck the ball as well as anyone on the tour.
Jim and Diane were wed in 1965 and married for 56 years. They had a son and daughter and three granddaughters, all living in southern California. Near the end Diane asked Jim the first thing he was going to do when he got to heaven. Without hesitation, he said: “Play a round of golf with Arnold Palmer.” I’ll bet he gave Arnie a run for his money.
Jim Lynch was my friend. I loved him like a brother, and I will miss him every day. I hope I get to heaven, because the first thing I’m going to do is carry his bag while he plays another round with Arnie.
God saw he was getting tired. A cure was not to be. So he wrapped His arms around him and whispered “Come with Me.” His spirit and faith did not bend. He faced his pain with courage until the very end. He tried so hard to stay with us, but a golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. |
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Judith Elias (MacDonald)September 8th, 1944 - March 4th, 2022
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Visitation Funeral Mass Judith M. Elias
September 8, 1944 - March 4, 2022
Judith MacDonald Elias, 77, Of Seminole died Friday, March 4, 2022. She died peacefully with family by her side. She was born in Pittsburgh, PA on September 8, 1944 to the late Herbert P. and Bernice E. Jorgensen MacDonald and has been a resident of Seminole since 1974.
Mrs. Elias graduated from the University of Kentucky, in 1966 with a Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. She was a member of Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church. She enjoyed playing bridge, following all of the Tampa sports teams, her grandkids and she was a lover of dogs.
She is survived by son Michael Elias, of Fairfax, VA and daughter Beth (Alan) Suan of Tomball, TX, grandchildren Brady and Emily Suan of Tomball, TX.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, John M. Elias on May 31, 2020, sisters Nancy Walzer on August 9, 2021 and Eleanor MacDonald on November 3, 2021.
Visitation Monday March 14, from 5-7pm
Mohn Funeral Home
9700 Seminole Blvd
Seminole, FL 33772
Funeral Service Tuesday March 15 10am
Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church
11565 66 Ave N
Seminole, FL 33772
Burial to follow at Calvary Catholic Cemetery
5233 118th Ave N
Clearwater, FL 33760
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| From Hildy Hoffmann Boespflug on February 1st, 2023 | |
| Judy was a very good friend in High School and was always able to 'drive'. She was kind and faithful and always lots of fun. | |
Dwight MagowanOctober 10th, 1944 - March 30th, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 27th, 2012 | |
| Dwight Magowan Jr., age 65, passed away peacefully at the McCarthy Care Center in East Sandwich, MA. on March 30, 2010, after a battle with primary brain cancer. Dwight is survuved by his wife and kindred soul mate of 28 years, Carolyn A. Magowan of Marstons Mills; three stepchildren, Scott C. Canning of Marstons Mills, Jennifer A. Patterson of Bermuda, and Maureen Baretherton of Acworth, GA; and two stepgrandchildren, Curtis H.P. Patterson and Megan L. Patterson, both of Bermuda. Dwight is also survived by his stepmother, Ruth Magowan of Pittsburgh, Pa; as well as various aunts, uncles and cousins located throughout the Uniten States. A memorial service to honor Dwight will be held at 11am. Saturday, April 10, 2010, in the John-Lawrence Funeral Home, 3778 Falmouth Road (Route 28), Marstons Mills. Friends, family and guests are invited to share their remembrances of Dwight at the service. In lieu of flowers, donations may be given to the McCarthy Care Center, c/o Hospice & Palliative Care of Cape Cod. Excerpts from Ottaway Newspapers |
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Dave ManoogianJuly 2nd, 1944 - September 4th, 2004
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The summer we graduated, Dave and I were hired by my father to tear down a house on a property next to Dad's office on Castle Shannon Boulevard. This seemed like the perfect job for a couple of crazy adolescents: pick up a sledge hammer and knock down a wall! Once we got past breaking the windows and smashing in a few plaster walls, however, we both began to realize that this was going to be hard, and long, work. To make things worse, Dave had just had his knee operated on, and was supposed to take it easy all summer.
The work progressed slowly, We were occasionally helped by friends who stopped by and smashed something in, but it took us the whole summer. Dave managed to not re-injure his knee, but only just. One day I was in the living room crowbarring up the floor while Dave was upstairs in what was left of one of the bedrooms, taking up the floor up there. Suddenly I heard a yell and something crashed down behind me. I looked around in time to see a bunch of plaster on the floor, and Dave's (bad) leg protruding through the plaster ceiling above. He had slipped off the joist and landed right on the plaster ceiling of the living room. Fortunately, he was able to prevent himself from falling completely through. Except for some scrapes, he was uninjured, but was a lot more careful after that!
We finally got the whole house removed, and Dad was able to cancel all the insurance he had taken out. It was a great summer, but we didn't earn enough to make it all worth while, considering all the time it took. Great summer, though. I miss Dave.
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On Saturday, September 4, 2004, David E. Manoogian, of Silver Spring, Maryland, passed away suddenly. David leaves behind his beloved wife of twenty-eight years, Mary K. Manoogian, his son, David Charles Manoogian, his daughter, Mary Elizabeth Manoogian, married to Tim Chewning and their grandson, Griffen Chewning. David is also survived by his brother, Vincent Manoogian and his sister, Phyllis Manoogian. David was born on July 2, 1944, in Arlington, Virginia. He received his Bachelor of Arts degree in 1966 from Dickinson College and was a third generation graduate from the George Washington University Law School in 1969. Upon graduation, David served as Jaw clerk to the Honorable Charles Awdry Thompson of the Maryland Cow1 of Special Appeals. David's bar admissions include the United States Supreme Court, U.S. Court of Appeals for the Third, Fourth, Sixth, Seventh and Ninth Federal Circuits, U.S. Districts of Maryland, D.C., Eastern District of Michigan, Nevada, Utah, Middle | |
| From Tom Doorley on January 31st, 2012 | |
| Manoog--from early days, in our wedding party, a visitor in our home...What was it about those red slacks every Thursday? You made an impact during your time with us. You linger close in our memory. My guess is you'd have loved the 2011-2012 Republican deabtes. You'd have trumped even the Newtster! Rest easy my good friend. |
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Van Johnston ManuelMarch 14th, 1944 - October 22nd, 2010
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| From Jay Cheney on August 15th, 2014 | |
| Van and I went through Lincoln, Mellon, and High School together. He was one year behind me but we played on the same football and baseball teams. My memories of him are a bit different. He was just one of us guys playing sports and hanging out at the Rec. We used to go at one another at Lincoln - never afterward. Armed wrestled him once at the Rec and we tied. Other than that he was a good and talented teammate. Sad to know that he's gone. |
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| From Cliff McMillan on October 8th, 2013 | |
Van was a very private guy and not easily approachable. Even though I played football and baseball with Van for 4 years, and he was an excellent athlete in both, I was never very close to Van. His serious nature made him seem like he was older and more mature than the rest of us. Van was a guard on our football team and was one of Coach Fife's messenger guards. Coach Fife called all the plays from the sidelines, so he would ferry the guards in and out with his play selections. Van also excelled in baseball playing mostly 1st Base. If I had to select a professional baseball player of a similar nature, it would be Steve Garvey of the LA Dodgers. The were both short of stature, uniforms always cleaned and pressed, never seeing any dirt on their uniforms, both strong hitters.
Perhaps his maturity and serious nature came from his homelife. Once I was invited to Van's home and met his dad. He was quite formal, dressed in a smoking jacket and bow tie, ala Father Knows Best. He seemed older (grandfather age), but then anyone over the age of fifty seemed like a grandparent in those days.
I hadn't seen or heard from Van since 1962, but a memorable part of my youth and I was sad to hear of his passing.
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| From lex gray on September 29th, 2013 | |
A very private guy who I remember as a very good football player. I used to bowl with Van on occasion. He never made himself as available as some of the other guys. I do remember a couple stories about Van. Somehow he and Bucky Hamilton got crossways. As I remember it Bucky challenged him to meet him in the parking lot. Big mistake! We all ran to the parking lot and it was over pretty quickly. Van was a very strong young man. One night as we were crusing around in Feb. with the top down in my dad's 1960 Buick Electra 225 Conv. we came up on Van on Washington Blvd at a stop light. In my car Sandy Berg and Richard Rubin. In Van's Cindy Hussing. Van's car was his own a 1958 Chevy Belair hardtop with a 3-speed and a 348 c.i. 250 horsepower engine. I thought my 325 hp engine could take him. Big Mistake. We raced toward St. Clair CC. We passed a policeman going the other way at about 100 mph. Van in the lead turned in to the road to the CC. We both pulled into the parking lot and got out to discuss the the situation. We decided to wait a decent amount of time and then go back up Washington Blvd. and go home. Big mistake. We were stopped by the cop we had passed at speed. He went back and forth between the cars asking questions that would implicate the two of us in drag racing. He asked Van if he knew me and me if i knew Van. Van said he knew me and i said i did'nt know him. I finally said i knew he was in my High School class but i really did'nt associate with with him. It worked and he let us go. I don't know if Sandy or Cindy remembers but i can say Sandy was scared to death during the race. She jumped into the back seat and got on the floor.
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I got to know Van mostly during my junior and senior years at Lebo. We started out not liking each other too much, but through Trinity Club and Varsity Football all that changed.
Van was a very good student and athlete. He could be cold and curt at times, but occasionally would allow you to get close to him, where you would find a heap of love and kindness.
I felt honorded and humbled to be one of Van's friends...especially because I was fortunate enough to see that loving side of him more than most people. Van always felt like my brother.
My heart is broken with the news of his passing. He was actually the next person on my "bucket list" to contact before my cancer takes me...just to say "Hi" and "I love you".
I waited too long. So as a reminder to myslef, and to you, please allow me to end this note with part of a Robert Herrick poem...a warning to ALL of us!
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying." R.I.P. Van
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Willard MarrMarch 1st, 1943 - October 1st, 1988
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| From Cathy Anderson McDuffie on September 21st, 2012 | |
| Willard was a truly good friend in high school. He was honest, dependable, kind and thougtful. He had an easy manner and was so much fun to dance with. In a sense, he set the bar for future relationships. I was sorry to hear that his life was cut so short. |
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Jim McCaslinNovember 12th, 1944 - July 2nd, 2019
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Jim was a good friend in HS, and, over the years, although separated by geography, he in Philadelphia and me in Pittsburgh, Bel Air, MD (Baltimore) and FL, we made it a point to get together from time to time. Photos attached. I was just one of Jim’s many friends. He was such a great guy, everyone liked him. Lloyd Armstrong, who lived just around the corner from Jim’s Cochran Rd. home, was probably his longest and closest. Jim was very low key and easy to get to know and I never saw him get upset about anything or anyone. Before some of the fun stories from the early years, to better appreciate something of Jim’s true character and why he was special to me, let me fast forward from HS days to 1986 when my wife, Georgeann, suddenly passed away while we were living in Bel Air. For weeks after her passing Jim called me from time to time just to chat and check if my 4 girls and I were ok. I cannot tell you how much those calls meant. Jim was a special kind of friend! On the lighter side, a few years earlier Jim was in town and stopped by to show me the car he had purchased. Now he was never one to show off a new hot car, so I assumed it was a ’58 Chevy or some other vintage pair of wheels from our era. Wasn’t I surprised when Jim pulled up honking in an old Rolls Royce! Don’t remember where he got it or how long he kept it but it was just like Jim to surface with the unexpected. On another occasion we visited with Jim in Philadelphia and he was anxious to show me his “new”, (at the time), gadget. He said he had just purchased an invisible fence for his Irish Setter. So he switched it on and said, “watch this”! Well if you have ever been around an Irish Setter you know they are a little crazy – strike the word little. Jim opened the door and the Setter bolted across the lawn like a rocket and broke through the invisible fence with a jerk of his head at the highest point of intensity and took off into the neighborhood. It took Jim and me 2 hours to corner him and get a leash on his collar. Nice fence Jim! When I was in MD and Jim in Philadelphia, we met from time to time at a golf course and played for a few nickels. Jim had this awful looking self-taught low sweeping hook that always seemed to go around the trouble and find the fairways and greens. Not sure how he controlled it but the result was he won most of the nickels. I always told him not to spend them as I was coming for him. Never did win them back so now the incentive is to be half the guy he was to try to get up there and win back some of those nickels I expect he’s still holding – practicing hitting a hook, Jim. During HS in addition to spending time doing things guys did who couldn’t get dates, we played cards, went bowling at Bowling City, played a little tennis and some basketball at the MtL Park courts. One weekend night when I had one of my rare dates, Jim and the “guys” decided we should go bowling. When I said I couldn’t because I had a date, Jim leaned on me pretty hard to cancel the date and go bowling with the guys. You could only resist Jim for so long so I finally gave in and called my date and made up some lame excuse as to why I had to cancel. At the bowling alley, bowling right next to us was, of course, my date’s sister! Needless to say, that was my last date with my former date and over the years, whenever I see her she still reminds me of what a &$%*$@? I am – all your fault Jim! Anyway, we formed a pickup basketball team with Bruce Harris, Lloyd Armstrong, Jim a couple of other classmates (the memory is a challenge) and Jim Slavish from South Catholic. Now none of us were good enough to make the varsity but we were at least decent intramural players. So for kicks we entered a couple of competitions. First we needed uniforms and since we didn’t have the money to buy anything respectable, and we didn’t think the refs would go for skins vs. shirts, with us as the all time skins, everyone came up with a ratty t-shirt and my Mother dyed them in a kitchen pot. They came out some awful shade of early tye dyed blue. We all looked somewhat alike so we entered a tournament in Bethel or Baldwin – there goes the memory again. So for our first game, out trotted the Baldwin HS Varsity, looking cool with their color coordinated uniforms and especially their high Jumpin’ socks! They took one look at us and I’m sure thought we were the ball boys. They went through their pre-game drills lookin’ sharp and well coached, and so we decided to lineup and do some layups – even made some! Just wanted to give them something to think about. So this long story doesn’t get any longer – we WON! The 2 Jims were awesome – Slavish for dropping them in from the corners and McCaslin for his rebounding put backs and defense. JM was expert at positioning for rebounds and slyly grabbing the taller opponents shorts, unnoticed by the referee, so he couldn’t jump, giving Jim an easy rebound. What happened in the next round would have been embarrassing except we never had a chance, but thought we did, as our next opponent was “The Clowns” and if we could beat the Baldwin Varsity Jim and I reasoned, why should we expect to have trouble with “The Clowns”? The reason – “The Clowns” were made up of the best senior HS players in the WPIAL that year, including classmate Bob Bennett. With JM our tallest player at 6’ or 6’ 1” it didn’t matter as he had to reach up to tug on the shorts of guys like Bennett at 6’ 8” or another 6’ 8” player named Brown from Midland HS and then I think Fleming Reynolds from Fifth Ave. HS (one of the best to ever come out of the City League) and more and more and more. Final score – 99 – 33, Clowns won going away. The summer following graduation we decided to give basketball another go for one last hurrah. We entered the MtL Summer League and early on came up against the MtL Varsity for the following year. Of course not one of us would have ever made that team and our only advantage was we were a year or so older and guys like Jim just a little more cunning. To make it even more fun, the referee that night was Mr. Black – the Varsity Head Coach. Well our “big man”, Jim McCaslin, out foxed them all night with great positioning and a few extra curricular “tugs”, and Jim Slavish peppered them from the corners, and, WE WON! That was our last hurrah but I always wondered what it was like for the MtL players to be part of Mr. Black’s post game review. Jim McCaslin was clearly our MVP! We never played again as a team and Jim went to U. of Maryland on a scholarship for diving (not to collect fouls, although he was pretty good at that too), and then served in the Air Force and Reserves and National Guard retiring as a Lt. Colonel, married his college sweetheart and fathered 2 daughters, Heather and Katie – Katie was a swimmer at Grove City College. Jim was a good athlete and a natural at almost anything he tried. Few know that he was a highly ranked squash player – something he took up later in life. My greatest regret is after attending his Dad’s funeral and his daughter Heather’s wedding that I didn’t find out about his passing until now so was unable to personally pay my respects – so this is the best I can do. Jim, yours was a life well lived – everyone who knew you has lost a special friend. 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Janet Jones (McCormick)November 10th, 1944 - May 7th, 2004
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 27th, 2012 | |
Janet McCormick Jones She is a graduate of Ohio University and a member of the American Association of University Women. She was a member of the First Presbyterian Church of Naples where she was active for many years. Janet was generous, caring and had a great sense of humor. She was a devoted mother to her three sons and always welcomed the neighborhood children in her home. She enjoyed gardening, boating, and loved her dogs, Piglet and Samantha and her new puppies, Maggie and Spike. Janet is survived by her three sons; Falconer Jones III, his wife, and Brigette daughter, Fallon; McCormick “Mac” Jones and his wife, Renee; and Todd Jones and his wife, Gry Dawn, all of Naples. Relatives and friends are invited to attend the memorial service that will be held on Friday, May 14, 2004 at 3:00 p.m. at the First Presbyterian Church of Naples at 250 Sixth Street South, in Naples. In lieu of flowers an expression of sympathy in Janet’s memory may be made to the Youth Ministries Program at the First Presbyterian Church of Naples, 250 Sixth Street South, Naples, Florida 34102 Excerpts taken from Naples Daily News |
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Mike McKeeDecember 9th, 1943 - June 21st, 2010
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This was the musical tribute to Mike after the funeral at his home. We used all of his guitars and banjo and his daughter joined us. It was very special for sure. Semper Fi, Rick |
| From Connie Kilb Algeo on July 29th, 2012 | |
BLACKLICK – Michael Lloy McKee, 66, died June 21, 2010. He was born in Long Beach, Calif., on Dec. 9, 1943, to James and Marjorie McKee. Michael grew up in Pennsylvania. He served in the Marine Corps during Vietnam. Michael retired from the Dominion of East Ohio Gas Company after 33 years of service. He was involved in Rotary, the United Way and served as president of the Mt. Lebanon School Board. His many loves included his family, cars, music, painting, traveling, sailing, movies, guitar, Pittsburgh sports, and cherry pie. He cared about everybody, and would do anything for anyone. To know him was to love him. Michael was preceded in death by his parents and brother Dennis McKee. He is survived by his wife, Susan; children Mattie (Michael) Klein, Benjamin (Leslie) McKee and Cynthia (Michael) Martin; grandchildren Loren Klein, Maya Klein, Colin McKee, Anna Martin, Alexander Martin and Joseph Martin; sister Jo Ann McKee; mother-in-law Marcella Sitomer; sister-in-law Ellen McKee; special aunts Peg Griffith and Liz Giakas; and other family and friends. A memorial service will be held at noon and the family will receive friends beginning at 11 a.m. on Friday, June 25, 2010, at the Schoedinger Northeast Chapel, 1051 E. Johnstown Road. Interment will follow at Green Lawn Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, contributions can be made in his memory to Chalmers P. Wylie, VA Ambulatory Care Center, Voluntary Services, (Checks payable to Columbus VAACC), 420 North James Road, Columbus, OH 43219, or Donate Life America, 700 N. Fourth Street, Richmond, VA 23219. Visit www.schoedinger.com to share memories and condolences
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Mike McKee........Semper Fi soldier.......Viet Nam Vet.......more importantly a special husband to Sue McKee and one of a kind father to three special kids. My times with Mike were very special and many times included Bill Beck and Clem English and lots of guitar music. At his funeral I was able to play his guitar with his daughter and Dick Beck and his close friend Bob who played his banjo. Another special friend I truly miss......God Bless Mike Mckee and his Family........Semper Fi Mike......... |
Lynn McLeisterApril 18th, 1944 - February 1st, 1980
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| From Marcia Service Fryday on September 3rd, 2015 | |
| Lynn and I were good friends early in high school. She was diabetic and had to take insulin shots every day and I really admired her bravity in this chore. I remember spending the night in her home where we had cereal at night for a snack before we went to bed. She did not offer me sugar for my cereal, so I ate it the way it was with the milk. We always had sugar at my home on cereal, but I learned that families serve food differently many times. And, the cereal tasted just fine! I've always wondered what happened to her after graduation. Am saddened to learn that her life was cut short. | |
Clifford McMillanFebruary 16th, 1944 - June 15th, 2020
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| From Dawn McMillan on June 28th, 2020 | |
| Dear Friends to Clifford McMillan: It is with great sadness that I am writing you. But I am so honored to have the best Father in the world. Even though I have not met most of you, you all played a fundamental part in his life. The stories, laughter and joy were quite evident. He was a great story teller and listener. He left no detail out and wanted to share every moment that we shared with him. My mom and dad, along with the Cameron family shared many good times with all of you. As a child I only remember being able to relate a night at the malt shop, and the hop from the movie Grease or Happy Days. But one thing I knew was they were truly happy days! He cherished all his memories and was so proud of his glory days. His pride used to make him puff up his chest and smile from ear to ear. His quirky little dance and outward joy made him so easy to be around. He loved to laugh and was always positive. My Dad was so creative, loving and patient. Truly a good person. I am so forever grateful that he was so proud of me and that we shared many stories and journeys together. As he used to say to me when I lost a beloved friend “Godspeed sweet friend”. I say the same back to you and will carry you with us always. May there be many more touchdowns, wind in the sails, fast cars and high-flying plane rides. Thank you for being a part of the McMillan family. Sincerely, Dawn C. McMillan |
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| From James Cheney on June 27th, 2020 | |
| I played football with Cliff my senior year. He was quiet, had no temper that I could see, and could flat fly. He is one of the main reasons our 1960 football team was so good. I enjoyed playing football with Cliff and am sorry I never took the time to tell him that. I am now. |
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Gay von Staudach (McMillen)April 19th, 1944 - April 22nd, 1991
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| From Gary Christensen on December 13th, 2012 | |
| Gay and I met at Penn State and discovered we were both Mt Lebanon grads --her 62 and me 64. Gay was a tremendous help my freshman year and it is great to see she had the pleasure of having and raising children. Unfortunately we separated with my transfer to U of I, so Gay if you can read this sorry to see cancer struck and so glad I knew you. Gary | |
| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 31st, 2012 | |
| Grace von Staudach of Naples, Florida, formerly of Mt. Lebanon, Pa on Monday April 22, 1991; Grace McMillen von Staudach beloved wife of Matthew L. von Staudach, loving Mother of Kersten, Alexandra and Gabrella Victoria, sister of Marilyn DiSalvio of Fort Walton, Beach, Florida. Friends may call at Laughlins Inc. 222 Washington Rd. Mt. Lebanon Friday 2-4 and 7-9 pm. Services will be held in Jefferson Memorial Park, Pleasant Hills Saturday morning at 11 o'clock. Memorials may be made to Naples Hospice 6th Ave. Naples, Florida 33942 |
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| From Gay von Staudach (McMillen) on July 2nd, 2012 | |
| We all knew her as a slim classmate with a droll and impish sense of humor who was kind and generous to all. It was such an honor to remain steadfast friends throughout high school, college and young adulthood until she died in her early 40s. She fiercely loved her husband and three daughters. We learned about courage |
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| From Gay McMillen on February 19th, 2012 | |
| Gay was a good friend of mine. She was very witty. Her parents were very protective and refused to let her wear bermuda shorts. Gay would put her shorts on under her regular slacks and "Strip down" as soon as she got into my car. She was a very good wife and mother to 3 girls. She was a true Christian. I have no doubt that she is with God and I hope to see her again too. Miss you Grace. Andi Gamble Smith |
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Mary Alice Davis (Mooney)November 27th, 1944 - February 4th, 2017
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Mary Alice Davis, age 72, of rural Shelby, died peacefully Saturday, February 4, 2017 at her home. Mary Alice was born on November 27, 1944 in Gary, Indiana. She was adopted by Frank and Helen (Mahoney) Mooney who preceded her in death along with her brothers, Frank Mooney and Jack Mooney. Later in life she was able to find her birth mother, Mary Elizabeth Leonard who also preceded her in death. On June 15, 1968 in Shaker Heights, Mary Alice married William E. Davis. Bill survives along with a son: Michael (Heather) Davis of Dublin; a daughter: Maureen Jones (Mark Haake) of Chicago; 3 grandchildren: Brayden, Tori, and Erik; two sisters from her birth family: Rosemary (Mike) Nolan and Helenann (Gary) Paruta; and a sister in law: Margie “MiMi” Mooney. Mary Alice was a nurse. She graduated from St. John College of Nursing in Cleveland with a Bachelor of Nursing. She worked at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit and later worked at Shelby Memorial Hospital where she was in charge of the Caring For You Home Health Care Agency- a job she loved. Following Caring For You, Mary Alice became the Director of Nursing at Dale Roy in Ashland from where she retired. In her off time, she was a country nurse who would occasionally evaluate an abrasion or take out the random stitch or two for the neighbors. Mary Alice was a woman living in the digital age with her feet firmly planted in the analog world. She had a smart phone that left the charger two or three times during the four years she had it. Mary Alice preferred daily planners to calendar apps and talking on the phone to texting. The only exception was her Nook, which saw hundreds and hundreds of digital books. She was a reader. She was a lover of all things four legged and furry as well as high thread count sheets and anything bedazzled. Those that knew Mary Alice and received her Christmas cards will appreciate that she was also preceded in death by the “damn horse in the barn.” Mary Alice was one of the most optimistic people around. If someone wondered whether the glass was half empty or half full she would take the pitcher and fill the glass so there was no doubt. She liked movies as long as Disney produced them. Mary Alice powered through many difficulties but refused to be a victim. She always saw the positive, always.
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Rosalie Smith (Moran)January 1st, 1944 - November 19th, 2020
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Become the owner of this obituary to manage the guestbook, edit the notice, and more. ROSALIE ANN SMITHAge 76, of O'Hara Township, passed suddenly on November 19, 2020, at her home. Born in Pittsburgh and raised in Mt. Lebanon by Regis and Rosella Moran, Rosalie taught high school math before meeting her husband, Fred Smith (O'Hara) while he was attending dental school at The University of Pittsburgh. She and Fred moved to England shortly after they were married in 1965. In England Fred practiced dentistry in the Air Force. There, her first son, Ryan (Bethel Park), and second son, Bradley (married to Lisanne Smith - daughter-in-law) (O'Hara) were born. After returning to the United States, Fred was accepted into the Loyola University School of Orthodontics. While living in the suburb of LaGrange, IL Rosalie welcomed her first daughter, Shannon (O'Hara). Rosalie and Fred returned to Pittsburgh, PA and settled into the suburb of O'Hara Township to welcome their next son, Reed (Boise, ID) and youngest daughter, Megan (married to Terry Piper - son-in-law) (O'Hara). It is here that Rosalie would spread her infectious love of life and people for the next 40 plus years. There are some individuals like photos you snap which never fully capture the impact of the "real thing". They are impossible to describe adequately. It is as if all the beautiful words; love, selflessness, kindness, loyalty, laughter, GENEROSITY, faith, compassion, and commitment are insufficient. Her spirit preceded her presence wherever she went and the breadth of people she touched was as wide as her limitless heart. Everyone was her equal. Everyone was special. If you were standing in front of her, you were wrapped in something warm, safe, and rare. Her concentrated interest and attention to you were the hallmarks of her soul. Be it her family, friends or the new cashier at Trader Joe's (a favorite place for her to take a special trip across the bridge and browse for dark chocolate peanut butter cups and an "interesting" new item to try) she greeted all with elevated graciousness, rapt attention, and a genuine smile. Charmingly proud of her Irish heritage, she was also half German, a mix of formidable strength and playful joyousness. A prankster who loved to tease and taunt, often surprising one of her five children as they walked in through the kitchen after school by popping around the corner yelling "CATCH!" and whipping a piece of fruit across the kitchen at them, cackling with glee as her startled child scrambled to secure the apple or pear. Yes, she was first and foremost, passionately, a mother. Her most cherished role, one she was born to "play". It would be hard to find someone who embodied the word MOM more fully, competently, lovingly, joyfully, ardently, and steadfastly as "Ro". New to technology, she learned to love her "Alexa". Alongside her nightly Manhattan, she regularly asked the little black tower to play one of her favorite songs from a handwritten list she kept in the kitchen drawer. "Alexa! Play "Peace Train by Cat Stevens", as she did her telltale jig around the island. Yes, her yellow, wallpapered kitchen was a hub of music, dancing, belly laughter, buttery chocolate scents and constant conversation. There was no idle chit chat with her. She did not want to talk about the weather. It was YOU she was interested in. She was always cooking up something delicious and documenting the experience in the margins of her many cookbooks; "Very good. Fred commented on how much he liked it. Add extra butter." She delighted in reading these back to whomever was around. She adored the sharing of selves. Connecting was her superpower. Devoted to Meals on Wheels and the local homeless kitchen, she never encountered a homeless person or human in need without giving. She did not simply hand them some money. She took their hands in her own, looked them in their eyes and asked "What's your name?" (and usually a few other inquiries, too!) Rosalie SAW YOU, each of you, with riveted interest and sincere curiosity as to what you were all about. A voracious reader, she kept notebooks replete with favorite quotes from the periodicals, books and journals she read daily. She wrote letters to her loved ones each day often ending with something in quotation marks that had recently moved her. It is not hyperbole to say she may have singlehandedly kept the United States Postal Service afloat. So close to Mark the Mailman, he daily drove down the driveway to personally hand deliver Rosalie her lot and give Gus a bone. Above and beyond all else, Rosalie loved Kindness. She epitomized it and the gentle caring hearts she witnessed in her five children and 13 grandchildren who gave her deep joy and pride. She delighted immensely in each grandchild and loved to talk about "just how GOOD" their compassionate hearts are. They are, Kara Smith, Sam Smith, Tyler Smith, Caroline Smith, Charlie Smith, Lucy Smith, Addie Piper, Cooper Smith, Max Smith, Stella Smith, Molly Piper, Will Piper, and her angel in heaven Benjamin Piper. Rosalie also leaves behind her husband, Fred; children, Ryan, Brad, Shannon, Reed and Megan; as well as her two brothers, Jack Moran (The Villages, FL) and Will Moran (Port Hadlock, WA). If you are able to do something kind today, please do. She believed we have the power to heal our world, one laugh, smile, and tender touch at a time. #bekindlikerosalie. Donations in lieu of flowers may be made to St. Vincent DePaul of Sharpsburg - Greater Pittsburgh Community Food Bank, https://www.pittsburghfoodbank.org/agency/st-vincent-depaul-sharpsburg/. Arrangements entrusted to BURKET-TRUBY FUNERAL HOME CREMATION & ALTERNATIVE SERVICES, INC., Oakmont.
Published on November 29, 2020
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John MorrisMarch 5th, 1944 - December 15th, 2010
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Memorial for Fire Chief John A.Morris Born in Orlando, Florida on Mar.5,1944 Departed on Dec.15,2010 and resided in Berlin Center, OHIO.
Visitation:Wednesday,Dec.29,2010 Funeral Service:Wednesday, Dec.29,2010. John A Morris of Berlin Center passed away Wednesday, December 15,2010 at 4:56 p.m in Hospice House in Poland. He was 66 years old. John was born on March 5,1944 in Orlando,Florida, the only son of the late Jack E. and Alice(Ayers)Morris and moved her from Pennsylvania in 1960. John was a graduate of Mt.Lebanon High School in Pennsylvania and furthered his education with an Associate Degree in Electrical Engineering. After working for other companies, including IBM, John owned and operated his own business, RadionicTechnology in North Jackson, where he worked for many years. He was an active member of the Berlin Center Volunteer Fire Department for 30 years and was fire chief for 10 of those years. While working for IBM in Endicott, NewYork, John was a member of the Endicott Fire Department, something in which he was very proud. John was a member of Berlin Center United Methodist Church and was loved and respected by his many friends locally and across the country. A testament to this are the many cards, letters, prayers and good will wishes he received during his illness. One of John's passions was his love of animals. Over the years he made a home for dogs or cats that had strayed or had to begiven up by their owner. John was a member of the PetTalk, a website for animal lovers. He was also a supporter of Angels for Animals in Canfield, Best Friends in Utah and kept in touch with animal rescue shelters throughout the internet. John was a NASCAR enthusiast. John is survived by a sister Nancy Morris of Auburn,ME ;his "FurFriends" Cinder, Smokey and Heidi; and by a host of friends. Calling hours for John will take place on Wednesday, December 29,2010 from 10 until 11 a.m in the Berlin Center United Methodist Church 15611 Akron Canfield Road, Berlin Center, Ohio 44401, where a funeral service will take place immediately following at 11:oo a.m. with Rev. Russ Libb officiating. In lieu of flowers, friends are asked to direct donations in John's name to Angels for Animals or to PetTalk |
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Carole MortonApril 11th, 1944 - January 5th, 2004
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Dave NicholasFebruary 5th, 1944 - October 17th, 1969
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| Dave was smart and industrious. He could have found a way to circumvent serving his country; but, he choose to serve and paid the ultimate price. I will always remember him as a team mate and friend. He made it cool to be a hard worker in the classroom as well as in the pool. | |||
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| My fond memories are the hours with Dave on the '62 swim team. A correction from above -- Dave kicked home the state championship MEDLEY relay, with the Sheik, TT, & wa-Touc; the winning freestyle relay was CMcG, KK, JB, & SE. Besides the sweaty walls of the natatorium, I'll remember our frantic round-robin weekend ping-pong games with Dave and Eddie Weil. It is so true -- the Good die way too young. |
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LJG. Dave Nicholas One of the first to go. The good die young, yet that repulses him. He captures the moment; he embraces life as it comes. No doubt he is smart going to Dartmouth. An athletic member of the Mt. Lebanon swim team on the state winning freestyle relay and member of the number one swim team in the state for his 4 years in high school number 3 swim team in the nation, and member of the swim team for 4 years at Dartmouth. After college he volunteered for the Navy and went to OCS. The following is his carrier bio from the Navy? David Lamprey Nicholas PERSONAL DATA Home of Record: Pittsburgh, PA Date of birth: 02/05/1944 MILITARY DATA Service: United States Navy Grade at loss: O2 Rank: Lieutenant junior grade ID No: 165364993 MOS: 1105: Unrestricted Line Officer (Surface Warfare) Length Service: 03 Unit: SEAL TEAM 1, TF 116, USNAVFORV CASUALTY DATA Start Tour: 12/15/1968 Incident Date: 10/17/1969 Casualty Date: 10/17/1969 Age at Loss: 25 Location: An Xugen Province, South Vietnam Remains: Body recovered Casualty Type: Hostile, died outright Casualty Reason: Ground casualty Casualty Detail: Gun or small arms fire URL: www.VirtualWall.org/dn/NicholasDL01a.htm ON THE WALL Panel 17W Line 087
A true hero buried at Arrington National Cemetery, is a friend, who tried to be a tough guy but had deep feelings. Nick, Tomass, Grabass and I walked to school together much of the time. Not enough room to describe the real Nick, his stories, his feelings, those who interacted with him, and have been enriched by his karma. There are many who still morn, yet think of him, in the present. Woefully inadequate are and attempts to define Dave. |
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Adele Delisi (Orr)- - December 20th, 2019
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| From Nancy Detwiler Jones on December 3rd, 2020 | |
| So sorry to see of your passing. My conversation with you & Don at our 40th reunion was the highlight of my night. May God keep you in His care, Don. | |
Ron PattersonMarch 22nd, 1944 - December 8th, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on September 18th, 2012 | |
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John PostelonJuly 12th, 1944 - July 22nd, 2007
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| John was employed as a social worker. He was interested in archaeology, and persued this interest in California before he died. You may remember him for his interest in progressive Jazz. | |
John PotterMay 8th, 1943 - May 27th, 1989
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| From Ginger Potter Damiani on September 11th, 2012 | |
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I was asked by Connie Algeo to tell you about my brother, John. With regret and still heartache he passed away in May 1989 from cancer. He graduated from Bradley U, in Peoria Illinois and went to work for the Defence Intelligence Agency in Washington. He married late in life to a wonderful girl from Virginia and they had one son, Miles, who was 2 when he died. We lived on Woodhaven Drive in Mt. Lebanon and my brothers (John and Ken) were known for their cars and motorcycles. In fact, Court Chandlee mentioned John's 1973 Moto Guzzi that he drove all over town. I just happen to have that bike in my garage now. I look at it fondly, remembering what wonderful years my brothers and I had growing up in Mt. Lebanon. |
| From Court Chandlee on March 14th, 2012 | |
| John was a good guy and friend. We sometimes hung around his house on Vernon Drive and talked with his mother and brother, Ken. John worked for the Defence Intelligence Agency in Washington, DC. doing something secretive during the Vietnam War years. When he was home on weekends we would race cars (John had a super-quick 1969 Plymouth Fury III with a 383 Commando engine) and ride motorcycles .. John had a Moto Guzzi V7 Sport, which was a pretty interesting machine for the time. He and I lost contact when my family and I relocated to Florida in the early 1980's. John always seemed to be upbeat and enjoying life. I was sad to learn of his passing at such an early age. You can see a picture of John in the Reunion 10 album. |
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| From Mel Schlentner on March 6th, 2012 | |
| A super nice guy. I didn't know John that well in high school, however our paths crossed at Bradley University. From time to time we would run into each other walking across campus or at the student union. We would always stop and chat about our classes, Mt. Lebanon or whatever. He was always pleasant and enjoyable to talk to. It was nice to see a friendly face from your hometown when you're hundreds of miles away from home. After graduation we went our separate ways and didn't stay in touch. When I saw his obituary in the alumni news, I was shocked and sad. He was way too young to die. |
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Nick PsilosNovember 9th, 1944 - February 16th, 2007
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 1st, 2012 | |
Nicholas C. Psilos Age 62, of Canonsburg, PA, on Friday, February 16, 2007; Beloved Husband of Carol A. (Denham) Psilos; Loving Father of Nicholas Psilos and Steven Psilos both of Pittsburgh, Stephanie Bush of Greentree, Stacey Christian of Pittsburgh, and Sandy Psilos of Bath, PA; Devoted Grandfather of 11 children; also survived by his mother Anna Psilos of Boca Raton, FL, and a brother John Psilos of NC. Friends welcome on Monday from 1-8PM in the BEINHAUER FUNERAL HOME, 2828 Washington Road, Peters Twp. (724-941-3211), where service will be held on Tuesday at 11AM. Family request in lieu of flowers that donations be made to the Diabetes Association, 960 Penn Avenue, Suite 1000, Pittsburgh, PA 15222. Please add or view Tributes at www.beinhauer.com |
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Maria Eigerman (Revesz)July 8th, 1944 - September 28th, 2020
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Maria Révész EigermanColumbus, OH - Former Newburyport resident Maria Révész Eigerman died at home from glioblastoma, on September 28.
Maria was born in Pittsburgh, Pa., to Mary (Topor) Révész, of Detroit, Mich., and Coloman Révész of Kassa, Hungary. Her mother was a teacher and librarian; her father was president of the William Penn Fraternal Association and chairman of the American Hungarian Federation. Maria graduated from Mt. Lebanon High School (Pa.) and from Radcliffe College three years later. In between, she married Joel Eigerman, then of New York, N.Y., her best friend from Cambridge. Careers for women were limited. Maria started editing history textbooks for Houghton Mifflin Co., under D'Arcy Van Bokkelen of Newburyport. She, her husband, and their toddler daughter moved to Fair Street, drawn by the city's history, faded beauty, and affordability. A "carpetbagger" during Newburyport's urban renewal, Maria was an active citizen and volunteer. Through the Greater Newburyport League of Women Voters, she organized a symposium in 1969 on the nuclear station proposed at Seabrook, N.H. She and her children attended the First Religious Society (UU), and she served on the parish board. Maria's first marriage ended quickly. While raising her two young children she started a career in environmental and strategic planning, first at the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers and the Merrimack Valley Planning Commission, and later consulting. Her early projects included building wastewater treatment plants upriver from Newburyport. Maria left town decades ago for a job near Cleveland, Ohio. When the Soviet Bloc collapsed, she moved again, this time to Budapest, Hungary, working on economic development and democratization. She remarried to the late György Libik, returned from exile in Sweden. Widowed in Hungary, Maria came back to Newburyport for her daughter's wedding. She reconnected with old friends, including the late Harold F. Humphrey Jr. of Salisbury. They married and lived happily in Haverhill and Ft. Myers, Fla. Maria was a voracious student of history, an unforgiving critic of malfeasance, and startlingly articulate. She owned property on Plum Island, mostly open sand, for 44 years, only selling due to her illness. She loved the island, ocean, rivers, and salt marshes. Maria was fortunate to survive over two years after her brain surgery. She was robbed of her eloquence, but her mind kept rewiring itself to restore speech, until cancer overwhelmed her. She is survived by her daughter Hannah Eigerman, her son-in-law Sean O'Sullivan, and their children Rory and Eve O'Sullivan, all of Columbus; and by her son Jared Eigerman, her daughter-in-law Andrea (Gaut) Eigerman, and their children Imre and Beatrix Eigerman, all of Newburyport. Services will be private. Donations in Maria's memory may be made to League of Women Voters of Massachusetts (http://lwvma.org/donate/). Published on September 30, 2020
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| From Tom Doorley on October 16th, 2020 | |
| Ah Maria, It is a special person you were. Obviously very bright--enough to go to Radcliffe College (aka Harvard College) before women could be full members of a Harvard class. Then graduating in three years! We reconnected for our 50th Reunion. Naturally, Maria had more in mind than partying. She recruited a group of us to give back to the class of 2012 by organizing an event with many moving parts. The highlight was putting us in teams of two to share our life experiences with Seniors and Juniors. What a good idea, Maria. I kept in touch with her as she fought through her cancer. She maintained her spirit. I expected no less. Rest in Peace, Lady. |
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Sally Buchanan (Ringham)March 21st, 1944 - October 6th, 1998
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| From Diane Kline Tylka on November 3rd, 2012 | |
SALLY RINGHAM BUCHANAN Sally Ann Buchanan, 54, of Ligonier, died October 6, 1998, in Latrobe Area Hospital. She was born March 21, 1944, in East Chicago, Indiana, a daughter of Evelyn Browley Ringham of Fort Lauderdale, Florida and the late Richard Ringham. Sally received her B.A. in Education from Fairleigh-Dickinson University. She was employed by the Needle Nook in Ligonier. Sally was multi-talented with many different forms of arts and crafts. Her gentle spirit and love for children made her the “perfect” baby-sitter for many families. Sally was a women whose beauty and love, both inside and out, was contagious and refreshing to all who knew or met her She is survived by her husband of 31 years, Dwight L. Buchanan; three daughters: Mrs.Joseph (Carolyn) Labik of Somerset, Mrs. Michael (Cindy) Collins of Bridgeville and Christie Buchanan of Philadelphia and a granddaughter, Megan Collins. Also two sisters, Mrs. Daniel (Nancy) Streiff of Winnetka, Ill. And Mrs. William (Janet) Tyson of Acworth, GA and a brother, William Ringham of Fox Chapel and numerous nieces and nephews. Friends will gather at the J. Paul McCracken Funeral Home Inc., 144 E. Main St. , Ligonier from 6p.m. Sunday until a Celebration of Sally’s Life at 7:30 p.m., with the Rev. James B. Simons officiating. The family requests that memorial contributions be made in her memory to the American Cancer Society. Daily American, October 8, 1998 |
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Gordon RoeJuly 21st, 1944 - May 19th, 1986
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Judge Gordon A. Roe Judge Gordon A. Roe, 41, of 2436 Wildon Drive, of the York County Court of Common Pleas, died at 9:47 p.m. Monday at University of Maryland Shock Trauma Center following a tractor accident on his farm in Peach Bottom Township. He was the husband of Denise (Bailey) Roe. The service will be 10 a.m. Friday at Aldersgate United Methodist Church, 397 Tyler Run Road. Burial will be in Slateville Cemetery, Delta. There will be no viewing. Visitation will be 7 to 9 p.m. Thursday at the Etzweiler Funeral Home, 1111 E. Market St. with Masonic Rites by Free and Accepted Masons White Rose Lodge 796 at 8:45. Memorial contributions may be made to the Shriners Crippled Childrens Hospital, in care of Zembo Temple, 2801 N. Third St., Harrisburg. 17110 or to York Hospital Shock and Trauma Unit, 1001 S. George St, York, 17405. Judge Roe was born in Houston, Texas, the son of Warren A. Roe, Houston. He was a 1966 graduate of Lafayette College, of the University of Pittsburgh School of Law, of Temple University Law School and earned a masters degree in tax law from Temple. He was included in Marquis’ “Who’s Who in American Law.” Judge Roe was a veteran of the Vietnam War and was a lieutenant in active duty for the 28th Infantry Division as chief defense counsel. He currently was a lieutenant colonel in the Pennsylvania National Guard. He was a former assistant district attorney for York County Children and Youth Services, attorney for York County, Winterstown Borough and other groups, and was elected as a judge last fall starting his 10-year term five months ago. Prior to becoming a judge, he was a partner in the firm of Kain, Brown and Roberts. A member of the board of directors for nine years of the United Way of York County, he also was on the board of York Transportation Club seven years and a member of the American Legion and of Aldersgate United Methodist Church. Affiliated with Masonry, he was a member of Free and Accepted Masons White Rose Lodge 706, of Harrisburg Consistory, of Tall Cedars of Lebanon York Forest 30, of Zembo Temple and of the York County Shrine Club. Judge Roe also is survived by two daughters, Melissa A. Roe and Abigail A. Roe, both at home; two half-sisters, Ann Roe and Pamela Roe, both of Houston. Officiating at the service will be his pastors, Rev. J. Paul Taylor and the Rev. Alyce M. McKenzie. 5/10/1986 |
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Wayne RowswellFebruary 7th, 1944 - March 10th, 1979
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 1st, 2012 | |
Obituary for Wayne A. Rowswell WAYNE A. ROWSWELL, beloved husband of Margaret (nee Wilson); step-father of Kathleen, Robert, John and Patrick; son of Dan and Fay (nee Varble); brother of Nancy Hyde, Linda Morrison and Don. Friends may call at the FERFOLIA and SONS FUNERAL HOME, 5386 LEE RD Near BROADWAY, MAPLE HEIGHTS, where services will be held on Wednesday, 11 A.M. Visiting hours Tuesday 2-4 and 7-9 P.M. |
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Jack SaraccoDecember 6th, 1944 - March 12th, 1999
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JOHN A. SARACCO CONSCIENTIOUS CIRCULATION MANAGER FOR POST GAZETTE Pittsburgh Post-Gazette (PA)- Sunday, March 14, 1999 Author: ELEANOR CHUTE, POST-GAZETTE STAFF WRITER |
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| Jack was my first dancing partner. He was my cousin and for the 1st 5-10 years of our lives we vacationed together. He was like the brother I never had. He was one of the kindest, big-hearted persons I have ever known. He was a great father, brother and friend. I'm sure he keeps God smiling. Andi Gamble Smith |
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Robert SatterfieldSeptember 25th, 1943 - December 24th, 2020
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| From Nancy (Detwiler) Jones on December 31st, 2020 | |
| We were family friends as children & classmates. I never saw you without a smile, a true gentle, good man. Fond memories. | |
Joseph Anthony (Tony) SchaferNovember 3rd, 1944 - September 9th, 2013
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| From Mary Mansfield (Alexander) on March 12th, 2016 | |
| I grew up with Tony. He lived across the street and two down. He was a good guy. I cared about him. This is so bland for someone who had an impact on your life! I wish I were more poetic. We lost touch after my moving away after high school. I hope he had a fruitful and happy life. MiMi | |
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Elizabeth "Betsy" ScottMarch 30th, 1944 - December 16th, 2010
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on November 20th, 2012 | |
Elizabeth Ann Betsy Scott, 66, of Point Chautauqua, N.Y, passed away Thursday, December 16, 2010 at the Bradley Bay Health Center in Bay Village, OH. She was born March 30, 1944 in Pittsburgh, PA and raised in Mt. Lebanon, PA Betsy attended Penn Hall Academy in Chambersburg, PA and Robert Morris Business School in Pittsburgh. She was employed as a Sales Representative with Mallet & Company of Pittsburgh. Having spent her summers at Chautauqua Lake in N.Y. she moved to Point Chautauqua permanently in 1985. She dearly loved the Chautauqua Lake community and was a member of the Point Chautauqua Historical Society and the Chautauqua Lake Association. Some of her favorite interests included gardening, genealogy and Point Chautauqua history. She was given the honorary title of Mayor of Point Chautauqua! Betsy also enjoyed her work at the Mar Mar Wine and Spirits Store in Dewittville. Betsy is survived by her sister Jean (Frank) Schembs of Avon Lake, OH, a brother John (Susan) Scott of Clearwater, FL, nephews; Stephen Schembs of Washington, D.C, Keith (Polly) Schembs of Gig Harbor, WA, Kellen (Shannon) Scott of Safety Harbor, FL, a niece; Kristin (Rich) Feronti of Avon OH, great nephew; Richie Feronti of Avon OH, great nieces; Ella and Lucy Feronti of Avon, OH, Lauren and Morgan Schembs of Gig Harbor, WA. and Karina Scott of Safety Harbor, FL. She is preceded in death by her parents, John and Jean McIiwain Scott. A Memorial Service will be held on Friday, January 7, 2011, at noon at the Busch Funeral Home in Avon Lake, Ohio, followed by a reception lunch. Internment will be at Allegheny Cemetery in Pittsburgh, PA on January 8, 2011 In lieu of flowers a Memorial contribution may be forwarded to the Hospice of Chautauqua County, 20 W. Fairmount Ave, Lakewood, NY 14750 or to the Point Chautauqua Historical Society, P.O. Box 129, Dewittville, N.Y. 14728
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Ann Skiba (Sherman)January 17th, 1946 - March 22nd, 2012
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Clyde SmithJanuary 1st, 1944 - January 1st, 2019
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Obituary of Clyde Nelson SmithPlease share a memory of Clyde to include in a keepsake book for family and friends.
Clyde Nelson Smith passed away at his home in Santa Cruz at the age of 74 from complications from a stroke, with his wife, Linda by his side.
Clyde was born in Pittsburgh, PA to Donald C. and Audre M. Smith. He graduated from Mount Lebanon High School in Pittsburgh, PA in 1962. He attended Yuba City College and served in the US Army during the Vietnam War.
Clyde and Linda were married in 1981 and lived in Sacramento until they moved to Santa Cruz in 1984. Clyde worked at Furniture Warehouse and Home Space in Soquel where he worked for over 25 years until his retirement in 2012. Clyde's hobbies consisted of crossword puzzles and online billiards. He loved being with his family, especially watching granddaughters, Rayna and Danica's, Junior Sharks ice hockey games and cheering them on.
Clyde is survived by his wife of 38 years of marriage, Linda; daughter, Shannon (Jared) Beck; brother, Donald (Linda) Smith; three granddaughters, Brianne Smith, Rayna Beck, and Danica Beck; and many nieces and nephews. He will also be missed by his dog, Elli. A celebration of his life will be announced at a later date. |
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Bill SolerDecember 31st, 1943 - May 8th, 1988
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| From Cliff McMillan on August 25th, 2014 | |
| Tribute to Bill. Bill was in my homeroom for all 4 years. Bill was a very quiet guy always with a wry smile as if something was about to explode, and there was some truth to the exploding part. Sometime shortly after Christmas, Bill began experimenting with his new chemistry set, and one evening concocked an explosive device. I don't know the details of how or why the thing exploded, but it blew a large hole in Bill's brick bedroom wall. Bill lived on a corner lot and I remember seeing large sheets of plastic covering the hole on the second floor until repairs could be made. There was also the Mt. Lebanon Park incident. On a snowy winter night, a bunch of us were sledding and tobogganing on the slopes across from the REC and pool. At the end of the evening most of us were wet and cold as we gathered at an old picnic bench that had seen better days, then someone suggested we build a fire. There was an old 55 gallon drum to serve as our hearth. The only fuel were some old 2" planks from the busted up picnic bench, and try as we might with matches and lighters, we couldn't get the wet wood to burn. Dah! Bill watched our feeble attempts to light the planks, then slipped away only to return a short time later. With nary a word, he sprinkled some chemical on the wet wood, and with a muffled wooof, instant bonfire. Bill was the hero that night. Typical Bill, he didn't say a word, just that shy grin, like he knew all along he had the accelerant that would burn wet wood. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with matches (ie explosive devices). A cold night, warm memories. Be at rest, Bill Cliff |
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Bill was a homeroom mate for 4 years. He was captivated by science and those who took the time to get to know him knew that deep inside he was a rascal and full of fun.
One vivid memory of Bill that I may have mentioned previously is once before a test, in math or science I believe, Bill got to the classroom early, before the teacher, and wrote the key formulas needed to perform on the test between the lines of sentences already written on the board earlier that day from a previous class, unrelated to our class and test, earlier that day. So, throughout the test heads kept tilting to the left to access the formulas. The teacher never caught on. Bill was a hero that day.
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Kathleen Foley (Taylor)February 5th, 1944 - November 13th, 2019
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Bethann ThornburghNovember 4th, 1944 - August 29th, 2003
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on August 30th, 2012 | |
| Bethann Thornburgh- Artist and book illustrator whose drawings have appeared for 30 years in the Washington Post, and who has illustrated numerous children's books including the award-winning, "My Ballet Bag", died August 29, 2003, of lung cancer in Washington, D. C. at the age of 58. Taken from Life in Legacy the week of September 6, 2003 |
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| From Rosita Libenson Fichtel on July 3rd, 2012 | |
| Bethan was such a breath of fresh air, always cheerful, full of fun and friendly to all. She was also an incredible artistic talent. I will always miss her. Rosita Libenson Fichtel |
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| When I think of darling Bethann, I shall always remember how wonderful she looked at our 40th reunion with her homemade bracelet and flirty skirt. She looked ten years younger than the rest of us. She was kind and funny and I miss her immensely. | |
| From Maria (Revesz) Humphrey on May 11th, 2012 | |
| I had a call recently from Bethann's brother, Charlie. He had come across some LEBO artifacts Bethann had carefully preerved and offered them to our Gang of 6 for use at the LEBO 50/50 event. He told me of her career as a talented artist and illustrator. He thought she would have come to our 50th, and perhaps led a Roundtable for the '13s who have a passion for art. Finding one's way in life is not easy, but she never gave up her passion for freedom and self-expression. That's what artists do, and we will remember her on 9/28 with love and admiration. | |
| From Bethann Thornburgh on February 19th, 2012 | |
| Bethann was a great dancer and a very talented artist. She was always fun to be with and miss her at the reunions. Andi Gamble Smith |
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Joann (Flo) Capizzi (Tischbein)September 16th, 1944 - February 12th, 1976
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| Flo and I went all through school together. I was always so sad to hear she had left us so soon. I found out that she married a doctor (she may have been a nurse) and she had three little girls. Her husband died ten years after she did. Her youngest child died two weeks before her husband. So very sad, but at least we now know some of her story. | |
| From Sandy Blumfeldt on June 14th, 2012 | |
| Flo, you had the most beautiful red hair! And you wore it long and many times in a pony tail. Your mom was our girl scout leader and you both made the meetings fun for us. You loved Cherry Ames novels and wanted so much to become a nurse. I don't think you were able to realize that dream...but now I think you are ministering to those in heaven. |
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Barbara Dinsmore (Ullmann)August 14th, 1944 - January 7th, 2009
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| From Connie Kilb on August 25th, 2012 | |
Barbara Ullmann Dinsmore Barbara Lee Ullmann Dinsmore of Wexford, passed away on Wednesday, January 7,2009. Mrs.Dinsmore was born in Mt.Lebanon on August 14,1944 to Homer and Hilda Ullmann of Pittsburgh. She is survived by her husband, Grant, who is a retired professor of Graphics, Communication and Design at LaRoche College and four sisters, Linda Vais of SanFrancisco, CA, Janice Stankus of Albany,NY, Natalie Ullmann ofJersey City, NJ and Victoria Ullmann, Esq .of Columbus,OH. She was a graduate of Mt.Lebanon High School and of Syracuse University, from which she received an BFA in Advertising Design in 1966. She specialized in magazine production,working in New York and Pittsburgh at such magazines as "Brides," "Carnegie," "Executive Report,"and "Managing." In the 1985-6, she was the designer for the Lehman Company's Warner Centre Premiere Restaurant development in downtown Pittsburgh. She was associated wtth the Frick Art and History Center from 1990-1992. To pursue an interest in museum work and archival preservation, Mrs.Dinsmore attended Duquesne University for a Master's Degree in Archival, Museum and Editing Studies, graduating in 1996. She subsequently specialized in producing manuscripts of local oral history. Mrs.Dinsmore's interest in spiritual matters led her to visit India twice. In the North Hills, she presented lectures and developed workshops in various phases of mental development. Send condolences at post-gazette.com/gb
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Laurie Macik (Weisbrod)May 15th, 1944 - April 28th, 1970
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| From Nancy Detwiler Jones on December 3rd, 2020 | |
| Laurie, so long gone, but not forgotten. We had a good time during our year out of college, picking up hitchhikers, visiting friends. I saw your sons soon after you died; I wonder what great things they are doing now. | |
| From Connie Kilb Algeo on October 17th, 2012 | |
LAURIE ANN WEISBROD MACIK Laurie Ann of 115 Beacon Hill Dr. Moon Township, suddenly on Tuesday, April 28, 1970, beloved wife of Richard M. Macik; mother of Christopher Allan and Michael John; daughter of John H. and Frances Andree Weisbrod; sister of John Andre’ Weisbrod. Private service on Thursday, April 30, 1970 . In lieu of flowers, donations in her name to Young Life Campaign, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Arrangements by R.D. Copeland 981 Broadhead Rd. Moon Township Thursday April 30, 1970 Pittsburgh Post-Gazette |
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| From Kathy Foley (Taylor) on August 17th, 2012 | |
| Laurie and I met when we both joined the rifle team and we remained friends throughout high school. We had good times going to rifle matches- some of which seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere! And we went to the winter sports banquet! As I remember, rifle was the only team which allowed girls. We practiced in the summer and I still have the NRA Hunter Safely Course card that I earned during the summer of 1959. I spent many happy times at Laurie's house. Laurie was a wonderful friend. |
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| From Sandy Blumfeldt on June 14th, 2012 | |
| Laurie, your family was so great. Your mom was our scout leader and you looked so much like her. Your brother Andre was such a nice young man. Once you told me that since your family owned Sea Breeze that you even gargled with it! You were taken from us at too young of an age. But you were so nice to know! |
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Lewis C. "Kip" WeldonNovember 14th, 1944 - November 18th, 2019
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Lewis C. Kip Weldon was born on 11/4/1944 in Pittsburgh, PA |
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Kurt WentzelJanuary 1st, 1944 - September 4th, 2021
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KURT WENTZEL Age 77, of Mt. Lebanon, passed away peacefully surrounded by his family on Thursday, November 4, 2021. Son of the late Karl and Frances (Doucette) Wentzel. Beloved brother of his five siblings Karol (Jerry), Karl (Jane), Ken (Heidi), Kit and Kathy. Also survived by many nieces and nephews, great-nieces and nephews, and his large extended family. Kurt was a dedicated coach and teacher to the hundreds of Mt. Lebanon athletes and Chartiers Valley students he coached and taught over the years. A proud graduate of Mt. Lebanon High School and the University of Pittsburgh where he played on the football team. He loved to travel and spent much of his time traveling to tropical vacation areas around the world. When Kurt was not volunteering his time coaching, he enjoyed attending sporting events. Kurt enjoyed motorcycles and held a private pilots license and enjoyed flying. Blessing Prayers at 3:00pm, followed by visitation from 3:30-6:30pm, MONDAY, WILLIAM SLATER II FUNERAL SERVICE (412-563-2800) 1650 Greentree Rd., Scott Twp. 15220. Burial will be private.
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Beverly Keenan (Whitman)December 15th, 1943 - August 14th, 2009
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| From Connie Kilb Algeo on July 29th, 2012 | |
Beverly R. Keenan Castle Shannon Beverly R. Keenan, 65, of Castle Shannon, died Friday, Aug. 14, 2009. Beloved wife of Theodore Keenan; loving mother of Sue (Brian) Samec; daughter of the late Harry and Bernice Whitman. Visitation will be from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Monday at the JEFFERSON MEMORIAL FUNERAL HOME INC., 301 Curry Hollow Road, Pleasant Hills, where a service will be held at 2 p.m. Tuesday. Interment will be private. www.jeffersonmemorial.biz.
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| From Sandy Berg Seymour on March 19th, 2022 | |
| I can never do the twist or locomotion without thinking of barts smiling face at the rec. He gave us his all but the class of 1962 gave him a glorious life as well. Thanks to those who went the extra mile for him. | |
Charles Barton "Bart" WillSeptember 22nd, 1942 - March 16th, 2022
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Charles Barton "Bart" WillSeptember 22, 1942 ~ March 16, 2022 (age 79)
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| From Rick Toucey on March 18th, 2022 | |
| Hi all, Bart was beloved by all of our MtL '62 classmates and those in other classes at Mt. Lebanon too, who were all a part of Bart spinning the 45's at the Rec, especially on a Friday night after a football game. He keep Porky, WAMO and that oldies music alive for us at every reunion. It was such a pleasure to see him every five years at our reunions. Hats of to George Watt and those who held the annual Christmas Party (Birthday?) for Bart. I remember that Bucky Hamilton was there every year for that event. Bucky was probably there each year for the young waitress or for sure Amy, Jeanne and Cindy (and other female classmates who attended) who were always there too. Now Bart is up there spinning platters for those who got there slight ahead of us. Bart will be dearly missed. Every time I saw him at the reunions he always remembered I picked him up and took him to one of our parties back in the day. I remember doing that but sure do not remember where the party was, but he remembered all the details and retold them to me at every reunion. He kept our high school memories alive and I loved hearing him talk about the Platter Pushing Poppa...Porky. RIP Bart, you meant so much to so many of us. To Bart, Mt. Lebanon's most beloved DJ and remembered by so many of us growing up in Mt. Lebanon during our high school years!!!! Rick Toucey |
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| From George Watt on March 18th, 2022 | |
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Bart was special to everyone who knew him as he overcame so many challenges and always greeted everyone with a smile. He loved our Class and always came to reunions and danced with his "ladies". We had a Christmas lunch for him every year and he delighted in bringing candy and calendars for his "ladies" and so looked forward to seeing his special ones there. He often walked the downtown streets of Mt. Lebanon, ate at Mineo's and made use of bus transportation to go to Pirate games and stop at The Hard Rock Cafe where he was a regular and had a few girlfriends.
Bart worked at the Mt. Lebanon Ice Rink for over 30 years and lived in an apartment by himself on Washington Road.
During HS he bought and brought his own records to the REC and played Porky's dusty discs, for many classes from our era. He spun his 45 rpm discs from behind the REC's counter for our dancing and listening pleasure. I had the privilege of working behind the counter with Bart for a couple of years and it was a special time as he was so dedicated to playing the sounds we wanted to hear, and he wanted us to hear, so we could "slip and slide" on the REC's dance floor. He introduced us to many up and coming soon to be "hits" that we would not have heard on popular radio station KQV. He loved to imitate Porky Chedwick, repeating, "Your Platter Pushin' Papa, the Daddio of the Radio". Porky played his dusty discs on WAMO, an unknown radio station, to our parents, which was broadcasting from Homestead. Porky was Bart's hero. And he was ours as, thanks to Bart, everyone wanted to be "Porkified" ! It was the golden age of rock 'n' roll and Bart was a big part of it and a big part of the lives of everyone who knew him and danced to his "sounds". At Christmas lunches Bart would suddenly surprise the restaurant's customers as he belted out "Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie Shoo. They had no idea who this guy was or what was going on - but we knew! RIP Bart.
Few have had to endure the challenges you successfully faced down in life.
George Watt
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Kathleen Miller (Williams)May 23rd, 1944 - February 13th, 2017
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Stewart ZedelJanuary 2nd, 1943 - February 9th, 2013
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