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Kathy Pinna:
Richard Joye Baker was born on October 5th, 1863 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Benjamin Baker (1819 - 1867) and Ann (Joye) Baker (1837 - 1866) and he had a brother, Benjamin Baker.
Richard Baker married Honora (Curtis) Baker (1863 - 1921) on May 21st, 1884 in South Melbourne, Australia and they had children Annie Joye (Baker) Griffith, Adelaide Catherine (Baker) Noyes, Albert Otway Baker, Queenie Norah Cliffy (Baker) Graham, Ernest Frank Baker, Arthur Valentine Baker, Beryl Floris Doreen (Baker) Cameron and Richard Joye Benjamin Baker.
In 1923, Richard married Beryl Floris Doreen (Baker) Cameron and they were married until he died.
He belonged to Masonic Lodge Dromana.
Daniel Pinna:
"Celebrating Thanksgiving with mom and Lisa. Kathy lived from 9 - 16 years old in Seattle. She had thanksgiving with grandma Nel and grandpa Shirley at noon and then at 5 they drove across Seattle to Magnolia Bluff to celebrate with Aunt Elaine (grandpa’s sister) since she wouldn’t talk or interact with Shirley (her step grandfather). Her father was Hollis and when her mother died they adopted out all of the girls including Elaine."
Wendy Parker Lang:
I’m his grand daughter - Pa died on my wedding day. Nan told me it was the only way he could be with us on the day as he was very sick and was in hospital.
When I was little, I remember going for walks along the beach every morning to get the paper. He walked so fast I had to run to keep up.
He was a very house proud, it was always perfectly clean and tidy. He loved his cars.
He always spoiled his cat Puff with home cooked roast dinners with gravy.
He valued hard work and was very proud of all us grand kids.
Parrie Powell:
Katherine Speights grand daughter "Parrie" - My grandma Katherine was God fearing, kind, loving, very firm and straight forward. I loved her strength, wisdom, and courage. She taught me to always keep God first, be honest, straight forward, and always stand firm on my word and beliefs. I am her son, Harry Speights' daughter. I was named after my grandma Katherine's sister "Parrie" which was my great aunt. I love and miss my grandma Katherine very much and wish she were here to see the current generation of grandchildren.
Parrie M. Powell, born March 7, 1967
This was written April 26, 2025
Age-58
James Henderson:
An old photograph - We are sorting family photos. One that I particularly enjoy shows my dad, Paul F. Henderson, Jr., in a suit and bow tie, sitting at a bar with another dashing young man. The back of the photo is enscribed with my dad's name, and the name Walter Nettbaum.
Based on the year, 1946, and my dad's likely age, 22-23, I did some Ancestry searching to locate Walter Nettbaums born around 1922 or 23, and perhaps in or around Chicago. I located several records, some of which seemed to indicate that Walter was wounded while on active duty in the USMC, possibly in the Pacific Theater. Among records I reviewed, a couple listed him within the long categories of Navy Department wounded in action.
My dad enlisted in January 1942 and served in the South Pacific. Maybe they were just two Reservists that bumped into each other in a bar. Or maybe they were on ship together. Or, perhaps, they served on Guadalcanal, American Samoa, or other particular zones. In any event, there is that picture, the information about Walter that I found on Ancestry, and, sadly, Walter's obituary.
Now Walter and Paul are beyond inquiry. But I still like the photograph showing two brothers in arms home again, and hopefully finding the way to make themselves whole again.
Jim
Iris King:
Besties! - Marsha Rene Hill & I grew up together as youngsters and we had the most fascinating childhood as I remember. Marsha lived with her grandparents Uncle Earnest & Aunt Mozell. Aunt Mozell was a hairdresser & a beautiful woman. Marsha & I would wait at the top of the hill for Uncle Earnest to come home (I believe he worked in a furniture store), he would usually bring us a treat. We went to church together & one time when the choir was singing, they were jammin; Marsha & I got out into the aisle & start doing the "twist", (we didn't know it wasn't secular music, it just sounded good to us) Aunt Mozell took us outside & gave us a whooping!!! We never did THAT again, although we were very young Aunt Mozell made sure we understood never to do that again. I LOVED Marsha so much as one of my 1st childhood friends (we were cousins). I think of you lovingly all the time Marsha💜
Iris King
Dayton,OH
Justin Maples:
Archie was the best grandfauther - Archie was the best grate grandfather...he would pick me up from school.. and we would go to his house and he taught me how to build things..some times he would half to leave to go drive cars for JACK HENRY ...and that's who Archie bought a 95 Dodge neon from for me..and a few days before he went in to the hospital Amanda & me had went and told him that she was pregnant and boy was he tickled pink...he had the biggest smile on his face and he looked at me and said I love u and u better take care of both of them and that was the last time I saw him .. " UR GONE BUT NEVER WILL BE FORGOTTEN" LOVE U PAP
Kelli Brown:
I knew Rachel for many years, we went back to our early twenties and shared memories as coworkers and friends. She was a really good Hairdresser and could work magic along with the fun!
She was a proud mother and her son's are handsome and nice men.
She lived her life with a caring and open mind, she was a dog and animal lover, and always had room for a fur baby in need. The love in her heart was obvious and friendship and family were important to her.
I will miss my friend and I know we will see each again. ❤️🙏
Rosemarie Sweeny:
Aunt Aida - My Aunt Aida was the wife of my Uncle John, my mother’s younger brother, the brother of my Uncles Jim and Paul. The daughter-in-law of my Grandparents, Concetta Maria and Carmelo Bivona. She was the mother of my cousins Eleana Bivona and John Bivona Jr.
She was a beautiful and wise woman. I always cherish that she told me, “Every heart knows its own sorrows.” I realized that we aren’t the only one to know and feel what touches our hearts.
