Memories that Matter
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Matt Von Striver:
Beverly Norene Von Striver was a daughter, sister, aunt, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother and friend. She left this world suddenly on May 13, 2022 at the age of eighty six.
Beverly was born on February 11, 1936 to Alexander and Esther Montague. Immediately upon her high school graduation, at age 17, she married Ronald Von Striver. Together, they had four children: Mark (1954-2016), Beth (Michael), Wayde (Elizabeth) and Bradley.
She delighted in each of her grandchildren (Justin, Alison, Alex, Taylor, Jenna and Matthew) and was very proud of her great-grandchildren (Nicholas, Bodhi, Maximus, Hazel, Adelind and Ridley). Beverly also leaves behind extended family and numerous dear friends.
In her early years, Beverly was primarily a stay at home parent. She did, however, work as a representative for Avon and Tupperware, and thoroughly enjoyed the imbedded social opportunities.
Beverly would later work for Laurel Hills Development Center, and San Juan Unified School District. In both positions, she fully and wholeheartedly supported individuals with intellectual and physical disabilities.
Beverly was a woman of faith who deeply loved her family and friends, the ocean, robust conversations, singing, word games, quality food, and being the center of attention. Most recently, she renewed her love of reading and enjoyed watching tv; specifically Pit Bulls and Parolees, The Curse of Oak Island and Survivor.
Her sense of humor stands out as a predominant trait, as well as her generosity, candidness, honesty and integrity.
Martin Guerrero:
I only visited my grandfather a couple of times before he passed way but my earliest memory is of him drinking a beer out of a can and sitting in his favorite chair.
Fast forward, we attended his funeral and it made me sad because I saw my mother sad. It was my first time to ever see anyone in a casket, it kind of scared me; I was nine years old.
Ramon Garcia:
Happy Mother’s Day!!! - Kanella was like a grandmother to me. She would pick me up after school, take care of me while my parents were working. I will never forget her being there at every single life event, even when my own biological grandparents couldn’t be there.
She would help with my homework as much as she could. If not she would have her daughter Lorraine assist with the day’s assignment.
One thing I will always remember her by will be by her cooking and how she would make me help her in the kitchen. It was so much fun and therapeutic.
You see this is not something that I could share with my own biological grandmothers, so I treasure to this day those special moments. She was to me, what you call in the Italian-American culture, my nonna.
Although my life had a different path in store for me, there has always been a passion for the kitchen and the art of creating a meal from scratch no matter how many dishes nor utensils are involved in the process. Cooking with passion and for the reward of a potpourri of rich aromas seeping out of her 2nd story apartment and into the hallway and stairs of the 5 story tenement building in Washington Heights.
Thank you for all the great memories.
Your favorite kerata (colloquial Greek term loosely meaning ‘rascal’),
Ramon L Garcia
Heather Grimshaw:
Robert Grimshaw was my father - Bob Grimshaw was my father. I was the youngest of his 3 children and the only girl. We lost my Mom when I was 9 years old. My dad never recovered from that loss. He didn't know how to proceed in life without her, how to raise a daughter and made a conscious decision to retreat from society. I know now that he had no resources, like we do today. I also know he did the best he could. He was kind, generous, pleasant, well mannered and spoke highly of most everyone he knew. He never swore, rarely raised his voice and had a wealth of information that I was never able to elicit from him.
He met his grandson, Tyler Lee on one occasion but was not cognizant enough to appreciate the importance of who was on his lap.
My Mom was his source of happiness, his compass and reason for getting up in the morning. He passed 2 days before his 3rd grandchild Bronson James Makana Lee was born. I miss him dearly.
Darlene Turner:
Trying to find my friend Annie - I am really hoping that this is not Annie's page. Deanna Fowler with a friend of mine in Portland Oregon. If this is that Annie and her mother of her sister sees this please let me know confirm it was her. I'm hoping it's not I'm hoping my auntie is still alive
Darlene
Kim Jackson:
A Loving best friend - I miss my best friend. We shopped together, sang together, wrote together, worked together. So many days I wish you was here. You was my family, in my heart you still are. I miss the boys. Was recently in bethel but couldn't find anyone.
Maybe they will see this and get in touch with me at [contact link]
Thelma Timinski:
Calvin “Ted” Wedge was my Uncle by marriage to my mom’s sister “Kaye” - “Uncle Ted” was my favorite uncle for specific reasons…he was funny and he was a friend to everyone he met. Uncle Ted, whenever I slept over at Aunt Kaye and Uncle Ted’s house, would wake me up, calling “Morning Glory”. And he and Aunt Kaye would take me dancing at the Aragon Ballroom on occasion, and Uncle Ted would dance with me at those times. He was a jokester, saying things like “Spell ‘wow’ backwards.” And when I was baptized, even though he was quite ill at the time, he and Aunt Kaye came from some distance to be in attendance and support. He was a good man and I loved him. I miss him too.
George Dunne:
A true patriot - Helen Irene Dunne Heinz was one of 13 children born to an Army family at Fort Riley in Kansas. She along with her older brother ( my father ) and younger sister were sent to live with their maternal grandmother in New Jersey to ease the strain on the family. She attended nursing school in New Jersey and was a roommate with a woman who eventually became my mother. Helen served as an enlisted officer along with her surgeon husband in the Korean campaign's MASH units. She was a stunningly beautiful woman and as our family rumors have it, she was the prototype for the character of Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan on the TV show M.A.S.H.
Wendy Geiss:
Angelo A. Zollo was my Grandfather - My founders memories of my grandpa were him coming out to our house with my grandma and taking me for a ride to show them how to get to the original Entennmans Bakery factory! He so loved us three grandkids. I was devastated when he passed. I was only 19 years old. I still miss him and my grandma terribly.
Marie Kirk Falcone:
Leonard Falcone is my father - Dad I dearly think of you every moment of the day. You are a great father and done everything for us kids that you could do. You were a brave man also kind hearted. Hard worker loving husband and father. Could not have asked for a better dad. Love and miss you very much.💞❤️💞
Stephanie Denman:
This photo is of widow Robert Waldman Longo who had two sons, Richard and William. Roberta disappeared around 1939 when her sons were babies. According to Richard, he was playing ball in his front yard when Roberta said she was going to the store. She got into a taxi and was never heard from again. Roberta's husband, William "Toots" Longo died in 1939. Roberta's mother Nellie Waldman raised the boys after Roberta disappeared. A detective named Basil Creek from the Dayton Police tried to find Roberta shortly after her disappearance to no avail. Please contact me if you have any information about Roberta. We would love to find any information about her.
Stephanie Denman:
tagged this photo with the topic Missouri.