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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."
Daniel Pinna:
"Celebrating Thanksgiving with mom and Lisa. Kathy lived from 9 - 16 years old in Seattle. She had thanksgiving with grandma Nel and grandpa Shirley at noon and then at 5 they drove across Seattle to Magnolia Bluff to celebrate with Aunt Elaine (grandpa’s sister) since she wouldn’t talk or interact with Shirley (her step grandfather). Her father was Hollis and when her mother died they adopted out all of the girls including Elaine."
James Eiden:
Adopted by Vincent & Irene Kozlowski
James’s parents were Betty Eiden & Paul Eiden
Vince lived at this home, most of his life, especially as a child. This was a bar known as the Wagner Inn. Hence his favorite story was we need to ask a mother for a drink of soda. She denied him and gave him beer instead. Back in that era late 1800s early 1935 many deaths and sickness had occurred from bad water. Because beer and other liquor was distilled, it was purified, and those who drank it were healthier.
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.
Richard Murphy:
His Father was also a Dentist. His mother was from PA. Lived in Quincy his entire life.
Was an Officer in the USN, presumably, around WWII. Probably enlisted at Squantum Naval Air Station.
Lawrence held a civilian FAA Pilots License with a sea plane rating.
He had a private dock behind his home in Squantum that he would tie up his Piper Cub on "floats" to the dock.
He had consulted with NASA as a Dentist in the early days of space flight. Nasa wanted to pull all the teeth of the astronauts so that dental issues could not be a distraction on space flights. Dr. Shalit advocated for strong dental hygiene and dental preventive treatment, rather than dental extractions. His arguments won over (to the thanks no doubt of the astronauts.)
Randy Day:
Working on my deceased birt father's family tree - My birth Father's legal name was Rufus J. Turner. He and his wife, Viva Dale Turner, were the parents of ten children. My twin sister and I were siblings #9 and 10. At the time of our birth in November 8, 1955, Rufus had left the family and moved to Avon Park, Florida. While there he sent word for us all to come and join him.
However, when we got off the Greyhound bus, he was not there. Later on he did respond to a court order for child support by sending support monies to our oldest sister, and the return address was from somewhere in Texas.
We've traced our ancestry back to England and France on our Mother's side. We also know our Father was full-blooded German. But we have no links or names to any of his parents or ancestors.
If anyone could help me in this quest, I would be very grateful.
Sincerely,
Randy Day
Keryn Linskey:
Born to Antonio and Annie Alcione, both of Italy, Armando was the seventh of nine children. Antonio and Annie had become citizens of the United States in 1913, approximately nine years before Armando’s birth in Massachusetts. Armando was Caucasian and spoke both English and Italian.
Armando was a father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and even great-great-grandfather by the time of his death at age 90 in 2011.
He enjoyed spending time with his large family, including 4th of July cookouts and other holidays.
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)
Henrietta Young:
My paternal Grandmother - She lived in Heath Springs, SC. She was my father's mother (Henry Lewis). She was mixed, Caucasian & Cherokee Indian. Me and my sister lived with her and her youngest child/son (Frank Lewis) for a little while. We later moved on with other relatives (mother passed after having my youngest brother) but we would go back to visit. Everytime I visited she would make me a 3 layer coconut cake. Best cake in the world.
Cynthia Lynch:
Clara was my great grandmother on my father's mother side. Grandma lived with us from the time I was 2 until around 6 or 7 years old then she went and lived back at Grandma dorothys house in Ferguson Rd. Ashland ky until she was put in a nursing home in Russel or raceland ky . She was a leg removed from gain green and lied when they went to remove her other leg. Grandma died when I was 7 years old . I think if her everyday. She in buried with our a headstone in rosehill cemetery. Boyd co ky out in the county by a big big tree on left side of hill . My miller family is buried across the walk way from her
Toby Hensley:
Grandpa Joe Gorman - Although Joe was not my biological grandfather, he was the only grandfather I ever knew. He was loving and loved my grandma with all his being. After the death of my biological (Dewey Theodore Heistand) grandfather in 1948, my grandmother married Joe. My mom said he was always good to her and the rest of siblings. Joe and my grandma Rose moved to St. Louis, MO in 1960 from Ohio. A few months later my parents moved with me to St. Louis where I still live today.
Joe was an avid archer. My mother gave me his archery equipment this past Thursday 2/20/25. I was 10 years old when he died, it was devastating to all of us due to his young age of 42 and the way he died. I could go on forever about Joe. I know my grandmother was never the same and she never dated or remarried.
Georgia Jones:
Bessie B. Brady Sims Is My Mother - My name is Georgia Sims Jones. My mother's name is Bessie Brady, daughter of Dr. Dennis C. Brady, a doctor for the Indian Reservations in the 1900's also the citizens in and around Cabiness, OK. , Indian Territory at the time. My mom often went on calls with him because he was a single father and no one to care for her. When she became a little older she became his helper or nurse. She and my father, Jesse/Jessie F. Sims married in 1916. My father, his mother and sister lived on an Indian Reservation until he was 9 years old, since his father was killed in a railroad incident when my dad was 3 days old. My siblings and I have always been told my Grandmother Sims was an Indian. We have always believed and hope this is true, but we have no actual proof. We always were told her name was Armittie. If she had another given name or an Indian one we never knew. Lately on ancestry there's been several names mentioned, two mentioned being Armitta Lockhart Leach the other Matilda Lou Lockhart. I have seen conflicting information and some is much like we were told, We know very little about our ancestry/heritage. Any help would be considered and appreciated.
Tracy Duff:
Acknowledgment - Willis Middleton was my grandmother's husband. She raised me to know this man as my grandfather. I will always have a most special place in my heart for this man. His kindness and generosity were unmatched. His loyalty and admiration toward my grandmother, Viola (Vokie) Middleton, is matched only by her unwavering dedication she still has toward him, Jesus, and familial affection.
Tracy Duff--Loving grandson
Lance Overson:
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**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.
