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Kathy Pinna:
Donald Madden was an actor, known for 1776 (1972), The United States Steel Hour (1953) and Play of the Week (1959). He died on January 22, 1983 in Central Islip, Suffolk, New York at the age of 49.
He was an acclaimed stage actor whose major credits include the title role in Hamlet, setting a record of 113 consecutive performances; Sergius in Arms and The Man; and several seasons with the Joseph Papp Shakespeare Festival.
Donald was nominated for Broadway's 1967 Tony Award as Best Actor (Dramatic) for Peter Shaffer's "Black Comedy".
"1776" (1972) was the only theatrically released film he made: He was one of the few actors in the film version of "1776" who did not portray his role on Broadway. Also, his solo song in "1776" was cut from the theatrical version and was not restored until the DVD release in 1992 and his solo song was not included on the soundtrack album.
Donald played the same character in two versions of "U.S. Steel Hour" "The Old Lady Shows Her Medals" in 1956 and 1963.
Amelia Marie Floystrop:
"I saw the episode on the ID Network. I was really struck by his energy that he gave off. In spite of having such a terrible and traumatic upbringing he was still able to become an honorable young man. He obviously had a strong inner strength but inspite of all his hardships he gave off a softness that I found to be very comforting. I would have loved the opportunity to have met him in person. I admire his strength and thank him for his service. RIP Joshua , fly high and may you finally be at peace now with your Father."
Thomas. W Klamo:
Scott is my little brother. One thing that comes to mind is we had an electric fence for my mother's horses. Well my faith grade science teacher for some reason told us in class if you grab an electric fence while holding another person's hand they receive the shock and not you. Give you one guess the first thing that happened when my brother got home from school that day.
Mary Cooley:
He was my Dad. He'd been very close with his father who died at only 59 yrs. Dad had a difficult childhood, it seemed, but was very smart. He was employed by a pharmaceutical company throughout his career, retiring at what would now be considered a young age (he had never expected to have such a long life). Dad took his wife, 6 children, and sometimes even his mother-in-law, on annual vacations, including houseboat cruises.
Curtis Beitans:
The Advertiser. Adelaide. 19th April 1938.
HARRIS. - On the 18th of April, at his late
residence, 18 West Parkway, Colonel Light
Gardens, William George Harris ( formerly
of Broken Hill ), beloved husband of the late
Edith Harris, and loving father of Dorothy,
Cyril, May, and Bob. - Aged 83 years.
Adena Harmon:
John was partner to Farrell. Both were great friends during a time when the world felt “crazy fun.” Every year, Razzle Dazzle was one of the most exciting times and I've been reflecting on those years a lot lately. Friends from New Mexico, Colorado, and Michigan would arrive in town, and Linda and I would host unforgettable parties.
Since you loved nursing, Linda and I were honored to have thrown a MAS*H-themed party. There were hot air balloon rides in Taos, and our favorite moments were dining at The Steak Out, watching the sun set between two mountains while a young man strummed his classical guitar.
John, you were a special guy. I mean—what girl could truly say she’d lived if she didn’t know who Divine was?
I would’ve crossed the desert barefoot just to make sure you and Farrell were safe. We faced too many dangerous haters each time we left a restaurant, a club, or a theater. Nights we would kiss and bandage wounds of our neighbors. But in the end, it wasn’t the crowds that stopped us—it was the fear of AIDS that brought everything to a halt.
And your diagnosis was devastating. But you managed to care for your sweet mom until she passed. You were truly a blessing.
In time we become hand-holders, caregivers, storytellers—whatever it meant to be the hands of Christ in our community.
I will carry our friendship with me to the other side.
Mary Cooley:
He was my brother - Bill was surprisingly tall (our parents were short but uncles on both sides were tall). Bill was funny, even during the just-shy-of-5yrs period during which he dealt with the effects of leukemia and it's difficult treatments. During one of Bill's numerous hospitalizations, he'd has us rig a clear bag with water/fish to hang with his intravenous bags causing his medical team to do a doubletake.
Jessica Moulton:
My Great Grandmother - Consuelo Trevino-Flores was my great grandmother. Unfortunately, she passed away when I was two, but I am eager to learn and share as much as I can about her and my great grandfather, Jose Flores. They were both wonderful people who came from nothing and sacrificed all they had to ensure better lives for their family.
Julie Dishaw:
My Beautiful Sister - Losing you has taught me how fragile life is and how precious our time together was. I wish I had one more chance to tell you how much I love you. The pain of losing you is a reminder of that. There’s not a single day when I don’t think of you. I am so glad that you were my sister and spent memorable years together. You were crazy, fun, smart, and a beautiful sister that will forever hold a special place in my heart. I miss you and love you with my entire being but I know that wherever you are, you are at peace. I LOVE YOU!
Melissa Monico-Ryan:
Aida F Paluello died on February 27, 1991 at 82 years old. Her cause of death is listed as: peacefully at her home. It was clearly heart failure. The night before her death she was completely lucid and I was with her. She seemed to be having chest pains but when questioned she said it her pain was in her musa. We laughed. She was herself after many years of suffering from dementia. She asked my mom to forgive her and knew who I was.
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
Lee Conover:
My Father - My Father was a wonderful Man, he served in three wars and the Bay of Pigs Conflict. He ran the International Hotel and Casino in Saigon during the Viet Nam Conflict. Ten years as a Sheriff in Freehold N.J.. His job was designing Galleys for the U.S. Navy, he was proud of his work, especially his design used on the US Wichita. I remember his stories about crossing the Equator, his youth with his brothers all piling on his old Indian Motorcycle heading to the "Shore", he called every Harley I owned junk and would say find an Old Indian and you'll never break down on the road. I miss him and Mom everyday
Staci Shroyer:
A very sweet person - Mark was a very sweet and caring person. He dated my aunt Patti Eagans a few times and he would come down the street to visit. His family and he lived up the street from us on Second Street and I remember Mark would always swing on his tire swing so very high. I was much younger than he was by 12 years. I moved in on 210 West Second Street when I was 9 and always loved watching him swing he had in the tree in his front yard. I will never forget the night he passed away it was way after dark and possibly after midnight when I heard the explosion. I had a friend staying the night with me and we just had eaten some watermelon and were giggling when all of a sudden the house shook and a ball of fire lit up the night sky. I remember hearing Mark screaming for help. I do not know if his family was there at the time but if my memory serves me correctly, they were not at home. He was all by himself. I was told there was a lot of fireworks in a box next to his chair in the front room which was the first thought of the explosion but it was later determined by the fire chief that it was due to a gas leak in the house. My parents awoke from their sleep to me screaming at them that Mark was crying for help and someone needed to save him. My father hadn't any clothes on except for his white underwear and he ran up the street barefooted to help Mark, but it was too late and the fire was too hot to get close enough to help. It traumatized us all. I will always remember Mark being such a sweet person who would come visit my aunt and me when he would come visit from his school for the deaf. He would teach me a little sign language. He took my aunt Patti on a few dates and he would drive his car around town. I often think of him and what would have happened to him if that gas leak would have never happened to us all that night. I would have loved to have had him for an uncle. May he always rest in peaceful slumber. Staci Lee Eagans-Shroyer
