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Stephen Sardi:
"Paul and I were the closest members of our family -- he was less than 14 months older than me. Whatever he did, I did -- so when he joined the Scouts, so did I. Our best times together were during summer camp at Camp Sequassen, where we could enjoy a week (or two) camping and vacationing from our paper route. Some of my best memories surround the things we did together then that we won't have a chance to ever do again -- the long hikes, the athletic competitions with the other Troops, and the morning canoe rides on West Hill Pond -- in the early morning when the sun was just rising, and there was a beautiful mist on the water. We were young and our lives stretched in front of us, but we could not have realized that he had so little time left to live.
It took me many years to be able to write this -- I still think of him every day and remember fondly all the good times we had, and the things we did together as brothers and friends. I wonder what he would have been like had he lived, how much he might have accomplished using his artistic skills, and what it would be like to still have my big brother."
Stephen Sardi:
Dreams - My brother and I would share our dreams, especially if they seemed funny, or if something unusual happened in them. But mostly, they were wishful thinking on our part about what our futures held, things we eventually hoped we would own, or places we might visit that we had learned about in school.
We learned about the Caribbean, the deep blue waters, the white sands -- and the pirate's treasure we were sure we would find if only we could get there. Our interest was heightened when we learned that Charles Island, off the coast of Milford, CT, had been a stopping point for Captain Kidd and that he may have buried treasure there, according to local legend.
My brother had a dream about how one day, when he got older, he would buy Charles Island -- and he and I would go out there and find the treasure we were sure was hidden there. In his dream, he told me, the evidence was there because he found a sand dollar seashell at Silver Sands, the nearby beach. I was so caught up in his dream that I felt sure he HAD to be right, and I looked forward to it eventually happening.
Of course, that could not happen. The legends were real, but we didn't stand a chance of finding anything, not even the sand dollar shell that are native to tropical waters.
Charles Island has an interesting feature -- at low tide, there is a tombolo (sandbar) that allows people to walk over to the island and stay for a short while until the tide starts coming in again. We knew about this, but it's hard to be an explorer when your life is tied up in school and work. Although I've walked there in recent years, Paul and I never did, so the best he could do was admire the island from afar -- and settle for dreams of pirate gold.
I don't know if we perceive when our last days and nights are upon us. I can only hope that the night before he died, my brother had a dream where his wishes came true -- where he found the buried treasure, and enjoyed the rest of his life knowing he had achieved a great accomplishment.
As an adult, I've been to where he and I dreamed of going -- it is as beautiful as we both imagined. The palm trees, the white sand, the blue water -- all there. I hope his dreams that night -- April 24, 1981 -- matched the reality of the beautiful things he missed out on.
During one of my trips there, I found his sand dollar on the beach -- and thought of him. Wherever he is, I hope his dreams come true.
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.
Judas Chappell:
Charles Konieckzi was an amazing man. He was a great father, husband, and even grandfather. Charles had two children named Charles and Tony, twins, both going on to have multiple kids. Charles wouldn’t meet his great grandchildren, but they honor him anyway, keeping him close in their hearts. Charles was a happy man with an average life. He argued with his wife and loved his boys dearly. Charles was the funniest man you could have met.
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.
Claude Konqui:
respect to a very fine and gentle former pen- friend and friend - Radu Culici was my pen friend from Romania when we were around 14 y.o to 28. I met him later at my home in Switzerland as he was already living in the United States. Time passing and personalities changing while both becoming adults, we gradually lost sight of each other and I was very shocked and sad when I learnt he passed away at the early age of 46. Born in 1954, I am by now 70 and never forgot the freedom of thought (very courageous in Ceaucescu's Romania) and the gentleness of Radu. May he rest in peace. With all my respect to his family and relatives.
Lydia Steedman:
Grandpa Lyckholm - Melvin Lyckholm was my Grandfather. He was the Father of my Mom (Darlene June Lyckholm) and my Aunt (Betty Lyckholm)
I remember Grandpa and Grandma (Mae Elida Tackala) Lyckholm came to live with us when I was a young teenager. I loved them both very much. We had a 50th wedding anniversary party for them and shortly thereafter they took off for Minnesota to visit friends and family. After visiting Minnesota for only a few weeks, Grandpa became sick and was admitted to the hospital where he passed away from cancer a very short time later. So I never got to see him again. I was 16 1/2 by then. I was so sad. And I remember Grandma coming back from Minnesota without him. I remember hearing her cry at night and it broke my heart. What a sad time for all of us. Grandpa Lyckholm was a good man. I loved him and I still miss him and I am turning 65 this month. You never stop missing people we loved.
Thanks for letting me share,
Lydia June (Hackley) Steedman
06/11/2025
Barbara Waites:
CW4 Howard E. Morton was a son to Joe and Irene Morton. He was a former husband of Barbara Morton Waites. He was a father to James Clifton Farrar, Kimber Leigh Farrar, and Marla Michele Morton. He served in the Army for almost 27 years, and was killed in an Army plane crash on December 1, 1989, at the age of 47. He also served as a Texas Highway Patrolman from 1966 through 1968, before returning to the Army after his younger brother, Billy Wayne Morton, was killed Viet Nam. He was a very handsome man and well liked. He will always be remembered by those who loved him.
Angela Scott:
My baby brother - My baby brother transition at the age of 2 , it was a couple of days to a week before he was to turn 3 and have a party. I was only 8 years old but I remember my brother and his smile like it was yesterday. He was unable to talk but he would look at me with so much love in his eyes . He was born with hypoxia to the point it left him paralyzed from the neck down , dr said he was not going to live long after he was born but Eric proved them wrong, we had 2 beautiful years with him but he grew weak and tired with all the seizures that consumed his little body , he eventually found his way back into Gods hands . I miss you little brother, you were my hero and you loved me the most
Shelley Cardiel:
George J. GALLAWAY or GALLOWAY was b. in May 1862 in Pennsylvania to parents William GALLAWAY or GALLOWAY (1817-1891) and Anna Margaret WALTER or WALTERS (1818-1893). George was one of 14 children born to this couple including David; Cathren or Catherine; Christian; Mary Jane; Amanda; Emma “Emely” Idell; Henry W.; John; Anna M.; Margaret “Maggie” M.; Margaret; Martha Amelia; Joseph A.; and George J. GALLOWAY, all born between 1840 and 1862.
George married Anna Catherine PIERCE (b. 1863) in 1880, and they had three children including Mary Etta GALLAWAY STRUBLE (1881 or 1882-1948); William Aquila GALLOWAY (b. 1884); and Grover Cleveland GALLOWAY (1893-1945). George died 13 Feb 1925 in Pittsburgh, PA and he is buried in a cemetery in Greensburg, PA.
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.
Suzanne Maner:
My Sister - Danielle was a beautiful light in this world. A charming, giving, and loving soul taken to soon. She adored her children and her family. Cherished her work as a nurse and caregiver. She was bright and so beautiful and always fun to be with. I had the privilege to have her as my beloved sister and honored to call her my best friend. Roses Never Fade. 🌹✨
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.💞❤️💞