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Mary Neeley:
"Where have all the flowers gone? The most BEAUTIFUL flowers in the garden are always picked first. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love is a memory no one can steal. You were the GREATEST singer/songwriter of the 21st century. Others will come and go but no one will EVER have your style. Rest in peace, Dear Amy Jade Winehouse. You have touched so many."
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."
Linnea Wells Cashmore:
Mom was a wonderful, loving wife and mother who was very spiritual and kind. She and Dad brought us up in the Lutheran church. Both of her parents were of full-blooded Swedish heritage of which Mom was quite proud. While Dad worked hard at being a farmer and later a mechanic and factory worker, Mom took care of we 3 kids and our home. She was very creative in home decoration and was an excellent seamstress, crocheter and knitter. She baked homemade Swedish limpa rye bread, cakes, pies, etc. She and Larry loved antiques and music, especially classical. Mom played the piano and chord organ. She and Dad had 4 children: Virginia, Larry, Sheila and me, Linnea. Virginia died at age 2 of mosquito-borne encephalitis. Larry became Mom's favorite. We 3 kids were encouraged to attend college, which we all did. Our family was devastated when in her 50's she began showing signs of what would be determined to be early onset Alzheimer's disease, something that in the early 1970's we'd never heard of. She spent 1 year at home and 2 years in the nursing home prior to being released into Heaven where lives now, whole and healed. We miss her.
Nancy Lewis:
Jennie Kenline was my dad’s great aunt. Our family was the only family she had, as far as I knew. I don’t remember how old I was when I first met her. Fairly young I’d say. As long as I knew her, until she moved in with my parents the last year of her life, she lived in Paradise, California. A lovely small town, then, in the mountains where the air smelled fresh and of pine trees. She owned a small house that was divided into two living areas. The smaller part was rented to another elderly woman named Katherine. They would communicate through a ‘window’ with a sliding hatch. I loved visiting Aunt Jennie. It was so peaceful and calm. She had no neighbors that could be seen because of all the tall trees. She had a screened in little summer house (really just a long rectangular building with half walls and half screening on all sides-some old furniture covered in bedspreads and sheets) where I would spend endless days enjoying cool breezes and reading endless stacks of very old Readers Digest issues. I slept out there, too. Since we only visited in the summer, the nights were cool, but not cold. Things smelled a bit dusty, but it was a friendly sort of smell. No one else ever spent time there, so it was my special place. Every evening about 5:00 Aunt Jennie would step out to her graveled driveway, set back in the trees away from the road, and call her cats. She had a special call for them and they listened. They were feral cats that she felt sorry for and would set out food every night. She was the only one they would come near. When she called them it would take a few minutes before you would see them cautiously peeking out of the woods. Looking for danger. Making sure no one else was around. I would be watching out the screen of the summer house as she called, so entranced to watch each cat come to eat. There were a couple of dozen. All colors and sizes. I felt such love for this small, hunched old lady who didn’t have much, but she was happy to care for animals without a home.
Her stove had a jar into which went every bit of grease left over from cooking. This was then added to whatever kind of gravy she was adding to the meal. I didn’t like gravy at the time, but everyone else absolutely loved her gravy. Though I’m willing to bet that they were a bit anxious about how old the contents of that jar were.
Aunt Jennie was sweet, kind and cheerful. Whenever something tickled, annoyed, or made her anxious, she would a “a ditty’s sake, a ditty’s sake” a number of times.
Things changed rapidly in Paradise during the ‘70s. A lot of development, vacation homes and increasing population began to change the entire feel of the town. A town that used to completely shut down at 6 pm each night. I got married and moved away, only seeing her once more before she passed away. My parents had her move in with them, she was 98 after all; but I think she was ashamed of being dependent on someone else. Having to leave her trees, cats and home to live in the city (suburb of Los Angeles) stole her will to live.
I wish now that I’d spent more time with her. Listened to stories of her youth. Let her know more often that she was loved.
It would be wonderful to know if anyone out there also has memories of her.
Sharon Lieberman-Wallace:
He was my uncle - I didn't get to see Uncle Nat too often, he lived in California all my life. He had come to see us in Connecticut three of four times that I can remember. I know two of those times he had brought his youngest child, my cousin Jay with him.
Uncle Nat was my dad's oldest brother, and my dad somehow was the one who ended up being the one who took care of Uncle Nat many times during his life, before and after my grandparents had passed away
My dad and Uncle Nat had tried different types of business to own, whenever one was doing well, somehow, Uncle Nat had gotten into some kind of problems, so the business had to close,
A couple of years after my dad and Uncle Nat got out of the service, and closed the businesses in NYC, they ended up moving to Hartford, CT where my grandparents lived. My grandparents at that time had a small grocery store, but they were up there in age, and they were both very ill, so my dad and Uncle Nat took over working in the store.
Dad and Uncle Nat kept the store going until my grandparents had passed away a few years later. Uncle Nat didn't like being in Connecticut and ended up moving to California.
By this time my mom and dad had been married for five or six years and had two children (my two older brothers). and they stayed in CT. Dad stayed in contact with Uncle Nat and his family all of his lifetime. All of Uncle Nat's children thought of my dad as being there "second" dad and when Uncle Nat passed away, my dad was the one they all turned to for guidance and support. I think that Uncle Nat would have been very happy that his children looked up to dad just the way he did.
Thank you Uncle Nat, know that your family misses you, and will never forget about you. I hope that you are now with dad, grandma, grandpa and Aunt Birdie once again, and that you have all found a way to find the love that you should had here on earth.
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.
James Pannozzi:
Walter B. Suesman was a prominent Rhode Islander Chess player, a Master - Walter B. Suesman attained a rating of Master of Chess after participating in several U.S. Open tournaments in the late 1930's and into the 1940's. He was often at the Providence Chess Club in the 2d floor of an old building on Aborn St. in Providence, long since demolished, and he also ran a Chess column with news, games and Chess problems in the Wednesday Providence Journal Evening Bulletin for over 40 years.
He played in club matches and was an inspiration to the younger players like myself in the early 1960's when I was in high school. Later on I would run into him during the lunch hours catching some sun near the Turk's Head building in downtown Providence in the early 1970's where he had a day job doing accounting work and I was working over at the nearby Providence Washington Insurance company as a computer programmer.
He was a friend of Al Martin, another master of chess who had also played in U.S. Open tournaments. It was Martin who payed the rent that allowed the chess club to exist. On a hot summer night in the mid 1960's we would be playing chess with the windows open for air, fans going, and music from the wild Pirate's Den bar across the street would come in. A newsletter written by a Mr. Dwyer, the Providence Chess Club bulletin, produced monthly, has descriptions of the environment, the people and tournaments if you can find a copy. Other top players at the club were Henry Sonnenschein, Herman Rose, G.M. Irwin, William Parberry, Gary L. John, and Warren Chamandy and Robert Barry.
