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Kathy Pinna:
Richard Joye Baker was born on October 5th, 1863 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Benjamin Baker (1819 - 1867) and Ann (Joye) Baker (1837 - 1866) and he had a brother, Benjamin Baker.
Richard Baker married Honora (Curtis) Baker (1863 - 1921) on May 21st, 1884 in South Melbourne, Australia and they had children Annie Joye (Baker) Griffith, Adelaide Catherine (Baker) Noyes, Albert Otway Baker, Queenie Norah Cliffy (Baker) Graham, Ernest Frank Baker, Arthur Valentine Baker, Beryl Floris Doreen (Baker) Cameron and Richard Joye Benjamin Baker.
In 1923, Richard married Beryl Floris Doreen (Baker) Cameron and they were married until he died.
He belonged to Masonic Lodge Dromana.
John Pico:
I served with Dave, at the 15th RTS, March AFB, Riverside, CA until he left for Vietnam. He was a great guy and I always wondered what happened to him. If anyone knows how he died, I would appreciate it if they would leave a note. He visited my wife and I before he left and I spent the evening with him discussing his orders. He had a premonition about dying if he went, but said his father, an Air Force colonel, would expect him to go. He was a gentle and caring person and it breaks my heart that he did not have the opportunity to live out his dreams.
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 ".
Michelle Roan:
My Gram - This was my grandmother (Gram) and was one of my most favorite people in the world. She had 8 children but she used to call me her 9th! I'm the 2nd oldest grandchild and spent more time at my grandparent's house than I did my own. They conveniently lived down the block.
She had 2 sisters (Dolores & Marge) and 4 brothers (Vincent, Joseph, Gerard, and William). When she got together with her sisters to play cards they laughed until they cried. I laughed too but I had no idea what I was laughing about lol. She was the kind of grandmother that let you hang out when she had card night with her sisters and she'd take me to practice old 1940s type dancing with her and her sisters and sisters in law. Why would a 9 or 10 year old girl want to do all of those things with her grandmother? Because she made it fun and I genuinely loved being around her.
We were a very working class Irish Catholic family. But, every Christmas my Gram and I would go and buy gifts for those in our neighborhood we knew were struggling. We didn't tell anyone and my grandmother made it clear that the people we were leaving the gifts for could never find that it was us. She said, "This isn't about glorifying what we are doing, it's not to brag. It's to do something nice even when you get nothing in return". Our parish had "shut-ins" which were the elderly that had difficulty cooking meals or doing chores. My grandmother would say to me, "let's go, we're visiting Mrs. Kelly today". Off we'd go and I knew what it meant. We WOULD visit Mrs. Kelly but we'd take turns sitting and talking to her while the other was washing the dishes or vacuuming or doing the laundry or heating up soup.
My grandmother left such a mark on me that I ended up getting a master's degree in social work. To be honest, I learned more from her than I did ever did in college. I named my daughter after her except I cheated a little and named my daughter Victoria Mary instead of Mary Victory (because I didn't want to put my kid through that...I mean, c'mon that's a weird name, Victory!).
Anyway, the day we lost her my mom just showed up at my work. I was like "What are you doing here?" It was like seeing your teacher at the supermarket. Work was work and my mom was...well, different than my work.
She said she didn't want to tell me over the phone but, "Gram died".
I had heard the term "primal scream" before but never thought I'd experience it. Well, I did. I don't remember it because I just kind of blacked out for a bit. She died of a pulmonary embolism at 72...2 days before her birthday. Then in 2014, my mom died at 62 of a pulmonary embolism. I had a blood clot (DVT) about 9 years ago in my upper arm (weird place to have one, I know). I'm on blood thinners now that the entire family has taken tests to see what was going on. I'm 51 now. Gram at 72, mom at 62...I tell my husband he better spoil me now bc we've only got a year left. I'm kidding (I think!). He doesn't think it's funny, but I got that dark sense of humor from my Grandpop (her husband).
Mary V. was one of a kind and I miss her (and my mom) every single day. I wish everyone was blessed with a Gram like her.
Wendy Geib-Reitz:
Daniel"Bud" Geib ( My Father) - One time I went to the parts store with My Father I was six years old . The cashier lady asked if he was my grandpa and if I was having fun and I said " NOPE THATS MY DAD AND YES IM HAVING FUN IM WITH MY DAD." I didn't realize at six that my dad looked as if he was my grandpa he always looked like my Dad! I love him and miss him dearly .
Amy Rowell:
"Great" Aunt Myrtle - sister to Dale Hubert Sies - My mother used to speak fondly of her Aunt Myrtle - her father's sister. My mother was Susan Jane Sies, daughter of Dale Hubert Sies and Dorothea Hansen. Aunt Myrtle was a successful businesswoman who worked in or near NYC, (as a buyer of womens' clothing?) as I recall my mother saying. Myrtle was engaged once, but then the engagement was broken. My mother inherited her engagement ring - and it remains in my possession - now a vintage treasure. Myrtle was known for being kind and generous and hard-working. ;)
Irene Morato:
She holds my name 💗 - My maiden name is Irene Siriotis. I was born two years after Irene passed. I am first generation American and born and raised across the river from her in the suburbs in New York.
I would love to know more about Irene. Were we related somehow? Not a common last name from my understanding, was she also Greek?
Anyone that knew this Irene please share anything you know.
Thank you. And may she rest in peace and her memory be eternal 🙏🏼☦️💙
Melody Alvarado:
Great grandmother - I only knew my great grandma "Lucy" or Lucia a very short time. And only had a small handful of interactions with her when I was much younger. By the time I got to personally meet her, she was already living in a nursing home in Lakin, KS. That is said to be specialized for Alzheimer's/dementia patients. I do remember that we always had to make sure we took her bag of chocolate candies. And it had to be a certain kind. But I always heard all kinds of stories from the older generation of our family. They always told so many stories of her being like a mother to all of them. Most of them still call her "Mom" til this very day. I remember the story of how my great grandfather & her actually met and how they ended up married. And til this day my mom has always made sure to keep her picture hung up in the kitchen.. no matter where we would move to she always makes sure to keep her photo in the kitchen. They said she was always in the kitchen cooking for all the kids and her husband. She always had to have on her pearl necklace. And her dresses always had to have the low cut V in the front, because she knew that's how her husband loved her dresses!! She always wore them like that, because of him, even after he had passed away. He died when my mom was very young, not sure exactly what age, but she never did remarry. And the day she passed away she kept saying she was waiting for her husband to come home. She was waiting on her love. I never knew what Alzheimer's was or exactly how affected a person until that moment. I learned that and dementia run in our family.
