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Stephen Sardi:
"A memory of a Christmas, long ago... Paul and I slept in the same bed -- our 4 room house had two bedrooms, but there were eventually four of us boys. My parents had one bedroom, we had the other. Paul and I slept in an upper bunk. It was early Christmas morning -- 1962 or 3. The presents were under the tree, and since we slept about 15 feet away, we could hear things through the night. We knew Santa had arrived. In the main room of the house, there was a large heat vent where the hot air from the furnace entered the room. We got up -- it must have been about 4am, and we sat together on the vent to keep warm. We knew we would be in trouble if we woke our parents up. The two of us watched the twinkling lights on the tree. We saw the presents, but couldn't open them until given the go-ahead. So there we sat -- enjoying the heat, relishing the idea of presents to come, and talking about the Christmas dinner we were going to enjoy. Sixty years have gone by since then. I remember our excitement as we waited for the morning to begin, thinking it would be the beginning of a never-ending lifetime of Christmases together."
Christina Peterson:
John Schilling was my great uncle. In 1922, Uncle John co-founded WHB, a Kansas City radio station. There he met his future wife, Yvonne Rodier, through her sister, my maternal grandmother, Marguerite. My grandmother had landed a job playing piano in the WHB studio orchestra. She met my grandfather, Ralph P. Stevens, a bass player, in the orchestra and they double dated with Schilling and Aunt Yvonne. Both couples subsequently married. After WHB was sold, Uncle John became the manager and vice-president of KMBC, a local television station ([external link]). As I remember Uncle John, he was a big, sandy-haired, mustached man with a red face and bright, blue eyes. He, my Aunt Yvonne and my grandparents did a lot of traveling together. They motor-toured the U.S. back when that was still an adventure and later took a number of trips to Mexico and Europe. I spent a lot of time at Uncle John and Aunt Yvonne's home when I was young. It was a lovely place, set back from the street. They had never had children, and I rarely saw Uncle John. My understanding when I was young was that he was always terribly busy working. Many years later, I learned that, in addition to his duties at the station, he was usually kept pretty busy with other women. Still, the more I learn about him, the more I wish I'd been older when I knew him. I'd love to hear him talk about his life. He was an adventurous and ambitious man who tried his hand at lots of things - often successfully. Here's my one clear memory of him. One summer night, he showed me the constellation Orion and taught me how I could always find it by looking first for Orion's Belt, then his sword. That, in turn, got me interested in learning the stories behind, and the names and locations of the other constellations. I'm an old woman now but I always think of Uncle John when I look at the night sky. He gave me the stars.
Lance Overson:
--- **Celebrating the Life of Eugene Overson** Eugene Overson, a remarkable man with a heart of gold, left an indelible mark on the communities he served. A dedicated TV repairman, Eugene was known for his expertise and willingness to go the extra mile, visiting homes throughout the area to ensure televisions were always in perfect working order. Eugene's passion didn't stop at TV repairs. As a licensed pilot, he often took to the skies from the Desert Center Airport, offering breathtaking views of the Lake Tamarisk area. One of my fondest memories is flying over our home with him, seeing my mom waving from the yard below, and even getting a chance to steer the plane. Eugene's entrepreneurial spirit was evident in the many ventures he undertook. He owned vending machines stocked with soda, candy, and cigarettes, bringing small joys to the community. He also managed the laundromat at Lake Tamarisk Resort, ensuring residents and visitors always had a place to clean their clothes. When Eagle Mountain Kaiser Steel closed, Eugene saw an opportunity to support the community. He purchased the gas station and converted it into a laundry facility for the prison personnel. Additionally, he owned rental properties in Lake Tamarisk, providing homes for many families. From 1971 to 1982, Eugene worked at Eagle Mountain Kaiser Steel, where his dedication and hard work were well respected. His legacy is one of service, innovation, and unwavering commitment to his community. In 1986, when I was promoted at a well-known car rental company, Eugene's support was unwavering. He rented an apartment and started the West Covina location while I managed the Industry Hills location. We would run cars back and forth between locations to meet our customers' needs. Eugene did such a great job and was so beloved by our customers that after two years, he decided it was time to retire. He missed my mom and wanted to spend more time with her, playing golf and enjoying life in Lake Tamarisk. He even introduced me to Angela Lucas, the granddaughter of his friend, who would help me run the locations. Angela's support was invaluable, and she continued to run the agencies after I left. Eugene Overson was not just a skilled professional and entrepreneur but also a loving father who shared his passions with his family. His contributions will always be remembered and cherished by those who had the privilege of knowing him.
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