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Amelia Marie Floystrop:
"I saw the episode on the ID Network. I was really struck by his energy that he gave off. In spite of having such a terrible and traumatic upbringing he was still able to become an honorable young man. He obviously had a strong inner strength but inspite of all his hardships he gave off a softness that I found to be very comforting. I would have loved the opportunity to have met him in person. I admire his strength and thank him for his service. RIP Joshua , fly high and may you finally be at peace now with your Father."
Kathy Pinna:
Craig's father was We Sing "Wilson" Jue (1931-2008) and his mother was Irene (Tamura) Jue, (1932-2013). He had one sister, Carrie (Jue) Todd.
In 1999, Craig Jue married Irma Fain. They were married for almost six years: Craig passed one week short of their 6th wedding anniversary.
See Craig A Jue: Obituary.
Tom Perry:
Mark was the youngest of my sister's and brother. At the time I thought he was perhaps one of the best looking babies I had ever seen back then, I was 13 years old when he came along. He was pretty quiet and reserved his whole life, careful not to make any disturbance or scene. He enjoyed driving around, listening to music, he never liked school and dropped out. He never heard the call of the world beckoning him to leave the nest as me and my siblings had. He stayed home and helped Mom and Dad out around the house. When he fell sick he tried to keep things to him self until the pain was unbearable. I think of you alot Mark. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I can only hope the pain has subsided and that you rest in peace. When it's time I hope to see you again.
Michelle Whitman:
Looking for family of Myra (Bennett) farmer - The Myra Bennett we are looking for would have been a single unwed mother around 18 - 20 years old in 1931.
She had her daughter (possibly dubbed "Daisy") at the Pilot Point home, in Denton Texas, and put her daughter up for adoption.
That daughter is now 94 years old, and curious about her bio parentage, but not looking to upset lives, would just like to know a bit more, if possible.
Any reply is appreciated
*May, 2025
Karen Eusebio:
Livia was my paternal grandmother - Strong, independent, remarkable woman. Deeply spiritual, more of a solitary life. She had a green thumb, forested for berries and mushrooms, grew a garden tended fruit trees and flowers, and raised chickens, all by herself. An incredible cook, the best roast chicken, blueberry pie, real butter and cream. She would take us in the woods in Rhode Island, there was a little stream where she kept a metal cup. We would drink the cool water. She would have a piece of fruit and cut it up and say one for you, one for me, one for me, one for you. She was connected to Jesus, Mary, the angels and saints.
Rosemary Sweeney-Johnson:
Grandmother - Winifred McMullen Sweeney was my Paternal Grandmother. She married Daniel Sweeney in Chicago and had four children: Myles, Noreen, Norman, and Ward. She lived with my Aunt Noreen in a home built for them in Chicago Heights. The night my grandmother died was the night of the 1967 snow storm in Chicago, Il. At the time, grandma was in Oak Forest Hospital.
My grandmother was the nicest person I knew. She had gotten senile but my Aunt Noreen brought her where ever she went. My Mother, Elizabeth Sweeney and my Aunt, Noreen used to play scrabble on a Saturday night once per month. On this one scrabble night, my grandmother started to wave at the mirror across from her in the living room. My mom asked what she was doing. Grandma said, "I'm waving at that nice little old woman over there." If that were not enough, She picked up a scrabble tile and almost got it in her mouth when mom stopped her. Grandma said that she just wanted a piece of candy. Mom said that that kind she had right there was terrible tasting. My mom ran upstairs and brought back a box of candy for grandma. My other grandma was living with us and heard it all. She was older yet. She put her head down and said, "It is terrible what has happened to her." Yes it truly was. But I was blessed to know her and get hugs from her.
Stephen West:
Stephen’s memories - I was barely 6 years old when he passed away. There are only a handful of memories I can recall:
Getting to sit in his trainer jet seat when we took him to the Homestead, FL air base one morning.
Him killing a cottonmouth snake by the house, and playing badminton with the neighbors.
Studying at night on the couch of our trailer house.
Him giving me my first taste of coffee with sugar and cream, along with scrambled eggs and a little salt and black pepper. I wanted extra pepper.
He lit off a bunch of fireworks behind the big building across the driveway in front of our trailer.
When we traded in out ‘58 Chevy station wagon for a ‘63 Plymouth Valiant station wagon, which was given to my mother by the dealership after only one payment, when Dad passed away.
Julie Dishaw:
My Beautiful Sister - Losing you has taught me how fragile life is and how precious our time together was. I wish I had one more chance to tell you how much I love you. The pain of losing you is a reminder of that. There’s not a single day when I don’t think of you. I am so glad that you were my sister and spent memorable years together. You were crazy, fun, smart, and a beautiful sister that will forever hold a special place in my heart. I miss you and love you with my entire being but I know that wherever you are, you are at peace. I LOVE YOU!
