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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.
Julius Earle Jr:
Julius R Earle Sr MD
Walhalla SC
Julius R Earle Sr, MD, 74, husband of the late Myrtle V Corbitt Earle, of 214 Earlestead Drive, Walhalla, SC, died Saturday, Nov 30, 2002, at his residence.
A native of Oconee County, Dr Earle was the son of the late Harry Utley and Allie Mae Woolbright Earle. He was a graduate of Clemson College and the Medical University of South Carolina. Dr Earle was a longtime Walhalla family physician, former executive director of the Rosa Clark Medical Clinic, former member of the Oconee Memorial Hospital Board of Directors and was a lifelong member of St Luke United Methodist Church. In addition, Dr. Earle served as a member and vice chairman of the Oconee County Council, former member and vice chairman of the Oconee County School Board and former member and Chairman of the Appalachian Regional Council of Governments. He was also an active and faithful member of the Democratic Party of Oconee County. Dr Earle was a life member of the Blue Ridge Masonic Lodge #92, a member of Hejaz Shrine and Greenville Scottish Rite. He was a veteran, serving in the US Navy Medical Corps. Dr Earle was awarded the Order of the Silver Crescent by Governor Jim Hodges.
He is survived by sons, Dennis Earle and wife Lori of Walhalla, Dr Julius R Earle Jr and wife Carmen of Greenville; daughters, Suzanne Earle of Walhalla, Helen Loewenthal and husband Dan of Charlotte, NC, Rhetta Partin England and husband David of Brighton, CO.; brothers, John Earle of Walhalla, James Earle of Greenville; sister, Evelyn Goodman of Clemson. Twelve grandchildren also survive. In addition to his wife and parents, Dr Earle was predeceased by a brother, Harry U Earle Jr.
Funeral services will be conducted at 11 am, Tuesday, Dec 3, 2002, at St Luke United Methodist Church with burial in the West View Cemetery.
The body is at the Davenport Funeral Home where the family will receive friends from 5 to 7 pm today, Dec. 2, and will be placed in the church at 10:30 am, Tuesday prior to the service.
Memorials may be made to the Rosa Clark Medical Clinic, 210 South Oak St, Seneca, SC 29678 or to St. Luke United Methodist Church, 607 East Main St, Walhalla, SC 29691.
The family is at the residence. Davenport Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
Published by The Greenville News on Dec 2, 2002.
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.
Randall Hedrick:
Mentor / Boss / Friend - I met Bill in 1977 when I went to work for Pamida Discount Center in Atchison, KS. He was the Store Manager's District Manager. Got to know Bill over the next couple of years as I was promoted. Eventually he promoted me to an Assistant Manager's job in Maryville, MO and gave me my own store in 1981 in Kingman, KS. My store was bought out by Gibson's Discount Center in late 1982 and I was able to return the favor and helped get Bill a job with Gibsons at a higher pay scale. He retired with Gibsons in Dodge City. I lost track of Bill in 1984 and never had the opportunity to thank him for helping me early on in my working career before leaving that life behind and going to college. Thank you Bill for everything -- I always admired you and appreciated you. Wish we could have stayed in touch. RIP in Heaven with your beautiful wife Rosie.
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.
Linnea Wells Cashmore:
Memories of my Dad, Delbert Martin Riepe. - My Dad had a hard life likely all of his life, though I don't know a lot of his childhood years. I do know that he always wanted to be a farmer, which Dad pursued for many years though true success at it eluded him. He loved his wife and children and always brought his paycheck home for us. He was a quiet person most of the time, but loved to chat, joke and laugh in social situations with extended family and friends. My cousin Steve once confided that Dad was his favorite uncle because of his entertaining sense of humor. Also, Dad loved to tease Mom and get her to laugh, which all of us kids enjoyed. When my Dad got cleaned up with the help of Brylcreem and Old Spice shaving lotion, and dressed up in his best clothes I always thought he was so handsome, resembling Ronald Reagan. Those occasions were rare because he worked from sun-up until past sun-down, coming home exhausted. I don't think Dad got the full respect he should have gotten from we three kids while we lived at home, in part due to the hold that alcohol had on him which sometimes caused problems at home between him and Mom. I'm sure our neglect must have hurt him. Dad stuck with all of us, and I'm very grateful for that, especially since Mom loved and really needed his help once her early-onset Alzheimer's Disease showed up. When Dad and I parted in 1975, we didn't know we'd never see one another again in this life, but that's what happened. He's living in Heaven with Mom.
Catherine Ashenfelter-Villane:
Russell S. Ashenfelter, Sr. was my dad. - My dad passed when I was 30 years old. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about my dad. He was serving his country (WWII, Korea, and Vietnam) all of my life up to the age of 17. Dad didn't talk about his childhood or military service. I would give anything to know more about the man he was, his family history, and military experiences.
What I do know from the little time we shared, dad has a since of humor, loved nature, and was a proud man. He loved my sons, leaving them with memories they still recall even though they were 4 and 3 years old.
My dad was intelligent, hardworking, and his penmanship was breath, he was an accomplished reader. He joined the Navy in 1944 or early 1945.
I would love to hear from anyone who can share their knowledge, stories, and events about my dad, (Russell Stanley Ashenfelter, SR.).
Contact Catherine at [contact link] or call (719) 233-5966.
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.
Wendy Tepp:
Grandma Hoppus - Julia Hoppus was my Grandmother. Every Christmas Eve, her home was the one place I saw my extended family. Grandma made her homage tarts , cookies, etc. We’d have a gift-exchange, There were so many of us. She always had love for me. I tried asking her about my Father-‘to no avail. On her last day on earth, I ran to the side of her hospital bed, said “Hi Grandma”, she said “Hi” back”. I thought she’d get better…