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Daniel Pinna:
"11/10 - 11/11/19 was a great new experience for me. I was in Bakersfield at a recording studio called River Theatre at 1213 North Chester Ave in Oildale (Bakersfield) CA working on a new company with new business partners. The River Theatre opened in September 1939 and then closed around 1964/1965. It became a recording studio for Buck Owens from 1968 until 1992 when a number of artists like Johnny Cash recorded. It then became an independent recording studio from 1992 until it closed in April 2008. Since that time a new friend of mine has utilized the location for him and his band.
It was my 1st time to Bakersfield and one of my longer drives. I've only driven once longer than that and that was the time my father and I drove from San Jose to Los Angeles over to Phoenix Arizona to visit my grandmother in Sun City."
Eddy Rodriguez:
"Unbelievable what that poor girl went through my condolence to the family it absolutely incredible what devastated me for such a strong girl to be 4 days in the wilderness could have got ate alive by animals in the cold to survive and eventually die going to see her grandma God Rest her soul in peace she deserved better in this here life and a good man and kids and family rest in peace amen"
Julia Stahler:
Julia's parents were born in Italy though they met and married in Philadelphia, PA.
Julia and her siblings were first generation Americans.
Julia and her older siblings were all bi-lingual, speaking Italian and English fluently though her younger siblings, Adelaide and Rose, never learned Italian.
Curtis Beitans:
The Argus. Melbourne. 4th August 1955.
WHITBY. - On August 2, Arthur James, of
33 Cheeseman avenue, East Brighton,
beloved husband of Mary Anne Elizabeth ( dec.),
loving father of Jean ( Mrs. Harris ), and Keith,
loved father-in-law of Dorothy and Bert, and
grandfather of Margaret, Ken and Sylvia, and
loved friend of May ( Mrs. Halls ).
Jan Robertson:
John was my baby brother. After John graduated he spent the summer with me in Minneapolis and after he returned to Ivanhoe he would visit me. We had a good relationship. We would go shopping, go to antique stores near Ivanhoe, casino by Pipestone, and just visiting, etc. I would talk to him everyday. I miss John and love him. I wish he was still with us. May God be kind to his soul, RIP.
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.
Agnes Galiano:
My Best Friend - Jeff was my best friend in high school. He was a kind person who loved his sister Donna. We confided in each other every day and often felt not accepted by our classmates for being different. I loved him like a best friend and he is surely missed each and every day. May God keep you safe.
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.)
Amanda Marcolongo:
How could you not? - Michael Barbus was the heart of Wildwood NJ. You could tell when Mike was around because everyone in the room was smiling. Everyone in the room was laughing. Nobody was in a bad mood. It was impossible. Mike didn't have much because he didn't need much of anything. Just his friends, a place to sleep and his brother Shane. His best friend Jim. His mom and a beer. He had the best jokes. I was his girlfriend. He loved to put his arm around my shoulder and make sure everyone knew I was his, he would show me off. He was proud to have me under his arm. He made me feel special and pretty and better then anyone in my entire life had ever made me feel up until that point in my life. I immediately fell in love with him. He showed me a side of Wildwood I didn't know existed. Where the "locals" lived, off the boardwalk. The neighborhood kids loved him. There were all these "gangs" in Wildwood. Bloods and Crypts. I had no idea there were gangs in Wildwood. Apparently, bandana's are called "flags". Blue ones and red ones. I grew up in Philadelphia and didn't know this. So he started a "dodge ball gang" with all the kids in the neighborhood that were being recruited to join the "gangs". They thought they had to. So mike started a dodge ball gang instead. He bought a bunch of black bandanas and recruited them to join his gang. They all started wearing black bandanas and called him Mr. Mike. When he started bringing me around, they started calling me Mrs. Mandi, and we all played dodgeball together in the "streets of Wildwood" off the boardwalk late at night LOL Real tough gang we were... we ran the streets.... Losing Mike was a tragedy. For the entire island. It was like the ferris wheel was never going to light up again. The waves stopped crashing. The ocean just swollowed up the island and it drowned. It sunk. Then, I met his brother Shane. And all the lights turned back on again... and the Island came back to life. I knew that I could never replace his brother Mike. But I told Shane that if I let me, I promised I would a sister to him, it was the least that I could do. I am so thankful that he gave me that opportunity. And since then, Mike has blessed me with his brother Shane, and I have been living with Mikes angel since his death, his brother Shane. And our families have been enjoying each other ever since. My daughter Brianna has an Uncle Shane. What she doesnt know, is that is actually her Angel Mike, that she never met, from 5 year before her birth, in 2008. RIP Mike Barbus xoxo
Stephen Sardi:
Paul's Storyboard: 'DDT' - If you've read my previous stories, you'll know that Paul was very creative -- during the years 1974 to 1977 he seemed to be bursting at the seams with ideas. Whether it was calligraphy, sculpting, painting, or drawing, he always had something going on.
In high school, Paul came up with the idea for a character he named Dexter Dylan Trifle. Where he got this from, I have no idea, but Dexter (or DDT as he called him) was a friendly space alien who arrived on earth via his one-man tiny spaceship. As it turned out, DDT spoke perfect English, and so did the animals in the barnyard where he landed. They became fast friends.
There were about 6 stories, conveyed via pictures and content that Paul hand-drew on paperboard. After their initial meeting, the animals did their best to help DDT get his spaceship back into space -- but with limited resources and knowledge, all their efforts were for nothing. DDT appreciated their help, and by the 6th story, the animals told DDT that they had helped as much as they could -- but they liked DDT and were glad to have him stranded in their home.
During senior year of high school, Paul showed these panels to his German teacher. As a final project for the class, Frau Schmidt asked him to translate DDT's adventures into German, which Paul did. It was humorous to read the stories in German, and Frau Schmidt kept them as a momento of his time in her class.
Five years later, I saw Frau Schmidt at Paul's wake -- she was distraught, but she told me that she still had Paul's translated DDT storyboards, and would always treasure them.
It would have been interesting to see where Paul would have taken DDT's further adventures. Would DDT have gotten home -- or would he have stayed with the friendly farm animals who had tried to help him, but then welcomed him to stay when it didn't work out? I'm sure whatever DDT's future held, Paul would had made it exciting and fun.
Margarita Covarrubias:
spouses' relative - Hello, My name is Margarita, I am named after my great aunt "Margarita Felix" who later married Jesus T. Calderon and became Margarita Ramona Calderon. I continue to reside in Salinas, CA and visit my Tio's grave at the Garden of Memories Cemetary. I would like to know more about him!
David Kruppenbach II:
My great Uncle Paul - I was the grand nephew of Paul Kruppenbach. He lived in Reading on Bern St. My name is David Paul Kruppenbach, 2nd. Named after my father. We share my great Uncle's first name as our middle name. Uncle Paul used to own and operate a small store next to the Rainbow Fire Co. on Exeter St. I helped my Dad fix our Uncle's roof when I was about 9 or ten years old. He always gave me a roll of wheat pennies. This time, he gave me ten rolls for helping with his roof. He was quite tall, over six feet. I'm not sure exactly, but his brother, my grandfather, Elmer was 6'3", and Uncle Paul was at least as tall or taller. He spoke little, but was always smiling and kind. He used to call me "little David ".
