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Julia Stahler:
The following appeared in The Philadelphia Inquirer on February 10, 1967...
"Died — BUTTERI
On Feb. 6, 1967, JULIA M. BUTTERI, of New York City, sister of Laura, Adelaide, Rose, Anthony and Ernest Butteri. Relatives and friends are invited to the funeral on Sat., 8:30 A.M. from OLIVER H. BAIR'S, 1820 Chestnut st., where friends may call Friday, 7 to 9 P.M. Requiem High Mass at St. Rita's Church, at 10 A.M. Int. Holy Sepulchre Cem."
Barbara Penrod:
Ambrose Hairston - My great-grandfather was the captain of a crew of workers, who installed "new- fangled" electric lines and gas lines to Sparta, and other southern cities. Therefore, the family moved from Georgia, to Tennessee, and to Alabama.
He had a second job delivering ice to homes about the time of the outbreak of the Spanish Flu (1918-1919). His daughter, Anne, saw bodies stacked like cordwood outside their window.
He married his sixth cousin, Martha Hairston, who was three years older, and they had 11 children (one died in early childhood).
While he was frail in his nineties, he had a good mind and a sense of humor.
M. Montana:
Ketan - You Are Never Forgotten - I met Ketan when I was 10 years old, having to spend summers with my father. I was riding my bike past his home and he wiped out on his BMX. I asked if he was okay and he said yes. Then I met him a few days later through a mutual friend, who always talked about Ketan. We never introduced ourselves when we first met but then were formally introduced by chance a few days later. I spent all my summers as a kid with Ketan who served to give me much needed escape being trapped in a home that was very unwelcoming. He brought love and solace with him but more so it was his ability to make people laugh hysterically that was his true gift. I think about him often and had a dream about him many years ago where he was in an elevator with me and told me something but I just can't remember what he told me. The dream felt so very real, and it was years after he passed away. Lots of Love & Light Ketan - Give Yash a huge hug from me and say hello to your dad for me too.
Tammy Sue:
Grandpa’s garden - If you ever knew my grandpa he was a very hard worker, his garden was his passion he loved to fish as well. He was always a jokester but loved to tease grandma all the time. I miss laying on his clothes from work every morning he wore. That smell I absolutely love to this day! I miss him so much. Until we meet again grandpa.
Love Always,
Jimmy/paddlefoot
(Tammy)
Cynthia Raysor:
Felicia is my mother - I am Cynthia Raysor the eldest daughter of Felicia Dionne Mobley Raysor. There are seven of us. Three boys and four girls. My mother’s life was cut short at 32 yrs old due to domestic gun violence. I was there went it occurred at our home. I was only 10 yrs old st the time. My mother was a very hard worker. She had just finished college and she was working three jobs to provide for us. I could go on and on, but it will take a whole book to write out her life story.
Jimmy Glover:
John Jr. - I first met him in 1963 in Raleigh when he was 11 yrs. I was dating his sister Theresa and we got married in 1965. Sadly to say we got a divorce in 1971. John was always fun to play with and since the grounds were large, he enjoyed hide and seek. But his fancy was baseball. He lived in a big yard on Como Dr. and across the street was a bit field that was good for playing ball. After his sister and I divorced, I never saw him again until I saw his obit on the internet. He was a good boy the last I saw him. God rest his soul.
Wayne Von Schaaf:
My Parents - James and Dorothy were my parents. We lived in Chattanooga, TN. My father was a Chattanooga Fireman and my mother was a housewife. My father retired from the Chattanooga Fire Dept. My mother was involved in many of my school events and charities. I miss them with all my heart.
Wayne Von Schaaf
Thomas Stirling:
Ms Lena Coco my friends mother - Ms Coco was a delightful, glamorous wonderful woman who despite her age looked beautiful and was as happy as anyone I ever met...My friends had a travel agency where she worked and I used to stop in just to see her. She was always s welcoming and friendly and made everyone feel at home...
Corinne Cerminaro:
I will never forget Velma Bean - I took care of Velma when I was in college. She was a strong woman. Blind with a bad back, she discharged herself from a nursing home and moved into an apartment to maintain her independence. She was confined to her bed but she found a way to manage her life. At one point, she worked in a funeral home. I have never forgotten her. She is a woman who inspired me to be who I am today. I love you Velma Bean. I will see you again.
Leila Bensaeid:
My mother and 7 child and war in ìran va iraq and leave my father our a d go with shamsi zendehroudi bensaeid and two daughter mehrnoosh and shiva don't belong my father to maryland washington Dc USa, my dear mom god bless and thanks of all sad and cry for us 7 child ben bensaeid - The day I heard the war started, we were in Abadan. First, Khorramshahr was attacked. When we heard the news of the attack on Khorramshahr, we had no picture of the war at all and did not know what the war was. They said that Iraq has invaded. We had no idea of war in our youth. We thought it was a passing incident and it was over. Local forces repel the attacks and this will end soon. The war started on September 21 1978 and we did not know what war was until the second day of October, when the Abadan education building was bombed! After the attack on Abadan, we just understood the meaning of the war and what happened. It was the second day of October when we realized that the war was real and the war had begun. My mother did not know what to do with her 7 children.