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Kathy Pinna
About me:
I'm a Founder of AncientFaces and support the community answering questions & helping members make connections to the past (thus my official title of Founder & Content and Community Support ). For me, it's been a labor of love for over 20 years. I truly believe with all of my heart that everyone should be remembered for generations to come.
I am 2nd generation San Jose and have seen a lot of changes in the area while growing up. We used to be known as the "Valley of Heart's Delight" (because the Valley was covered with orchards and there were many canneries to process the food grown here, which shipped all over the US) - now we have adopted the nickname "Capital of Silicon Valley" and Apple, Ebay, Adobe, Netflix, Facebook, and many more tech companies are within a few miles of my current home in San Jose (including AncientFaces). From a small town of 25,000, we have grown to 1 million plus. And when you add in all of the communities surrounding us (for instance, Saratoga, where I attended high school, living a block from our previous Mayor), we are truly one of the big cities in the US. I am so very proud of my hometown. For more information see Kathy - Founder & Content and Community Director
I am 2nd generation San Jose and have seen a lot of changes in the area while growing up. We used to be known as the "Valley of Heart's Delight" (because the Valley was covered with orchards and there were many canneries to process the food grown here, which shipped all over the US) - now we have adopted the nickname "Capital of Silicon Valley" and Apple, Ebay, Adobe, Netflix, Facebook, and many more tech companies are within a few miles of my current home in San Jose (including AncientFaces). From a small town of 25,000, we have grown to 1 million plus. And when you add in all of the communities surrounding us (for instance, Saratoga, where I attended high school, living a block from our previous Mayor), we are truly one of the big cities in the US. I am so very proud of my hometown. For more information see Kathy - Founder & Content and Community Director
About my family:
My family began AncientFaces because we believe that unique photos and stories that show who people are/were should be shared with the world.
Interested in the last names:
Alcalde, Bengough, Bierbrodt, Boone, Caputo, Cardiff, Chaffin, Chamberlain, Cochell, Darling, Dinscore, Duffey, Duffy, Ewen, Farrar, Ferron, Finazzo, Findley, Finner, Forsyth, Garratt, Gillett, Greenwade, Harmon, Hinkle, Hockenhull, Holladay, Holman, Hoyt, Hutchinson, Hyland, Jamieson, Jimenez, Juzang, Kahut, Klimek, Kulbeck, Lamarre, Los Kamp, Mancuso, Mattheisen, Mcfadden, Medeiros, Michelsons, Millard, Monsell, Nicosia, Pankey, Parsbo, Patenostre, Patenotre, Patnaude, Pausch, Perpich, Piona, Plante, Puentes, Rand, Reder, Roessing, Rokay, Sabu, Schwabach, Scoborio, Seacat, Shull, Slaton, Slayton, Staneart, Stetson, Stonum, Sullivan, Taper, Tiner, Trahan, Turturro, Urban, Vihodet, Walter, Whittlesey, Wickizer, Wilde, Wille, Winn, Wozniak, Cital, Davoust, Goodday, Ieyoub, Jockers, Kielhamer, Libardi, Mckuskie, Mooma, Patcella, Pesaric, Tiefel, Tittemore, Toebbe
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Fitch High School, 1995
1995 yearbook photo of Tanya D Ewing at Fitch High School in Groton, Connecticut.
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A photo of Staci E Monroe Windham that is on her headstone in Orange, Texas.
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Memorial High School, Houston Texas
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Springtown High School, 1973
1973 yearbook photo of Dee R. Penny Jr at Springtown High School in Springtown, Texas.
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23 July 1977: A 32-year-old local man was admitted to the intensive care section of Good Samaritan Hospital early this morning with a shotgun wound of his abdomen which he inflicted in the presence of five local policemen. A report by Patrolman Terry R. Spitler listed the shooting that involved Cyril G. Whitman, 1019 Lehman St., an attempted suicide. Patrolman Spitler said he responded to 42 Cumberland St. about 2:50 a. m. when police were told that a man there had gun. Spitler said he saw Whitman standing on the pavement and holding a gun at his side. The police officer, who was on the other side of the street, began crossing over to Whitman and as he did so he told Whitman to put the gun down. Whitman, the police report continued, turned the single barrel 12-gauge weapon on himself as Patrolman Spitler drew closer. Patrolmen William Harris, Robert Bowman, Nigel Foundling and Robert Weinhold also arrived on the scene and they joined Patrolman Spitler in attempting to talk Whitman into turning over the weapon. Despite the pleas of the police, the report said, Whitman pulled the trigger. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance. Patrolman Spitler said Whitman had apparently been drinking. The investigation into the shooting is continuing.
- Lebanon Daily News
29 July 1977: Cyril G. Whitman, 32, 1019 Lehman St., died last evening in the Good Samaritan Hospital. He was an employee of the Q. T, Shoe Factory and a member of St. Gregory the Great Catholic Church. Born in Lebanon, he was a son of Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Whitman. In addition to his parents he is survived by a daughter, Dawn Whitman, Lebanon; seven brothers, S/Sgt. Leroy G. Whitman Jr., Korea; Thomas, Myerstown; Arthur, James and Michael, all of Lebanon; George, Pittsburgh, and Steven, at home; a sister, Jane Ann, at home, and a number of nieces and nephews.
- Lebanon Daily News
2 Aug 1977: Mass of Christian Burial was celebrated this morning for Cyril G. Whitman, 1019 Lehman St. in St. Gregory the Great Church. Celebrant was the Rev. Fr. John J. Keough, pastor. Services were held earlier in the Thompson Funeral Home. Burial was in Holy Cross Cemetery with Michael, Arthur, Thomas and George Whitman and James Simpson and George Vucetic serving as pallbearers.
- Lebanon Daily News
Cyril Whitman
Cyril Whitman
23 July 1977: A 32-year-old local man was admitted to the intensive care section of Good Samaritan Hospital early this morning with a shotgun wound of his abdomen which he inflicted in the presence of five local policemen. A report by Patrolman Terry R. Spitler listed the shooting that involved Cyril G. Whitman, 1019 Lehman St., an attempted suicide. Patrolman Spitler said he responded to 42 Cumberland St. about 2:50 a. m. when police were told that a man there had gun. Spitler said he saw Whitman standing on the pavement and holding a gun at his side. The police officer, who was on the other side of the street, began crossing over to Whitman and as he did so he told Whitman to put the gun down. Whitman, the police report continued, turned the single barrel 12-gauge weapon on himself as Patrolman Spitler drew closer. Patrolmen William Harris, Robert Bowman, Nigel Foundling and Robert Weinhold also arrived on the scene and they joined Patrolman Spitler in attempting to talk Whitman into turning over the weapon. Despite the pleas of the police, the report said, Whitman pulled the trigger. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance. Patrolman Spitler said Whitman had apparently been drinking. The investigation into the shooting is continuing.
- Lebanon Daily News
29 July 1977: Cyril G. Whitman, 32, 1019 Lehman St., died last evening in the Good Samaritan Hospital. He was an employee of the Q. T, Shoe Factory and a member of St. Gregory the Great Catholic Church. Born in Lebanon, he was a son of Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Whitman. In addition to his parents he is survived by a daughter, Dawn Whitman, Lebanon; seven brothers, S/Sgt. Leroy G. Whitman Jr., Korea; Thomas, Myerstown; Arthur, James and Michael, all of Lebanon; George, Pittsburgh, and Steven, at home; a sister, Jane Ann, at home, and a number of nieces and nephews.
- Lebanon Daily News
2 Aug 1977: Mass of Christian Burial was celebrated this morning for Cyril G. Whitman, 1019 Lehman St. in St. Gregory the Great Church. Celebrant was the Rev. Fr. John J. Keough, pastor. Services were held earlier in the Thompson Funeral Home. Burial was in Holy Cross Cemetery with Michael, Arthur, Thomas and George Whitman and James Simpson and George Vucetic serving as pallbearers.
- Lebanon Daily News
Cyril Whitman
Cyril Whitman
Ruthie was my grandmother's sister, and when the two were widowed they shared a home above the funeral home that Ruth owned. I grew up in Iowa visiting Baldwin frequently and considered that my second home. It was not unusual for me to go downstairs to the funeral home parlors and help Ruthie 'say goodnight' and close the caskets in each parlor for the night, turning off the lights. We would also make food runs with Ruthie, delivering bags of food for those who had hard times, or were ill, infirm, or couldn't get to town.
Ruth Skari
Ruth Skari
Ruthie was my grandmother's sister, and when the two were widowed they shared a home above the funeral home that Ruth owned. I grew up in Iowa visiting Baldwin frequently and considered that my second home. It was not unusual for me to go downstairs to the funeral home parlors and help Ruthie 'say goodnight' and close the caskets in each parlor for the night, turning off the lights. We would also make food runs with Ruthie, delivering bags of food for those who had hard times, or were ill, infirm, or couldn't get to town.
Ruth Skari
Ruth Skari
Dennis Canedy was my granduncle. Both of my grandfathers passed away before I was born, so Uncle Denny was essentially my grandfather. He spoke German, played the guitar, and was a World War 2 veteran. He had an eidetic memory and a wonderful ability to tell stories. I wish I could remember more of the stories he told me. I'm so grateful he was in my life for as long as he was, he passed away when I was 12, and I miss him dearly.
Dennis Canedy
Dennis Canedy
Dennis Canedy was my granduncle. Both of my grandfathers passed away before I was born, so Uncle Denny was essentially my grandfather. He spoke German, played the guitar, and was a World War 2 veteran. He had an eidetic memory and a wonderful ability to tell stories. I wish I could remember more of the stories he told me. I'm so grateful he was in my life for as long as he was, he passed away when I was 12, and I miss him dearly.
Dennis Canedy
Dennis Canedy
Osias B Rosner
My Brother who was called "BUDDY" the very best Brother anyone could ever have! I miss him so!
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Osias, the name given at birth but always called BUDDY! My big Brother who was always there for me. I have so many memories of him - one being I was hanging out on the corner with friends and he came over to me and told me to go upstairs as he heard that a gang was coming into the neighborhood. I do not remember if I listened to him or not. I always looked up to him and how I wish he was still here! Love ya so much & miss you!!
Buddy Rosner
Buddy Rosner
Osias, the name given at birth but always called BUDDY! My big Brother who was always there for me. I have so many memories of him - one being I was hanging out on the corner with friends and he came over to me and told me to go upstairs as he heard that a gang was coming into the neighborhood. I do not remember if I listened to him or not. I always looked up to him and how I wish he was still here! Love ya so much & miss you!!
Buddy Rosner
Buddy Rosner
Rose is my grandmother. She worked in Millinery before marrying Anthony Zagarino. Fun Fact: Rose and Tony had the same birthday---September 24. He was born in 1910 and she was born in 1911. They had 4 daughters. She did beautiful knitting, sewing, and crocheting. Grandpa Tony loved baseball and was handy at building and fixing things.
Karen Mullenhoff Rupert (Judith Zagarino)
Rose Zagarino
Rose Zagarino
Rose is my grandmother. She worked in Millinery before marrying Anthony Zagarino. Fun Fact: Rose and Tony had the same birthday---September 24. He was born in 1910 and she was born in 1911. They had 4 daughters. She did beautiful knitting, sewing, and crocheting. Grandpa Tony loved baseball and was handy at building and fixing things.
Karen Mullenhoff Rupert (Judith Zagarino)
Rose Zagarino
Rose Zagarino
In 1972, when I was 7 years old, my parents bought the house next door to Frances and Mary. We got to know them as my parents would look after some of their chores and do some errands for them. Frances was always so nice to us! Now that I'm an adult, I wish I had gotten a chance to get to know her on a more personal level. As a kid, I appreciated her stories (I was a future historian, I loved listening to older people's tales), but I had too much energy to sit still for too long. Frances was a saint for caring for Mary the rest of her life. I know we felt that, even as kids. I hope she knew that our family truly cared about them. This is going to sound absolutely silly, but in the 1970s' UFO & Big Foot scares, I had plans that, if anything happened in our neighborhood, first we'd go save Frances and Mary, and take them along with us as we escaped. They were part of our "zombie apocalypse" plans. Somewhere in my brain, I still have those plans to save the Valosiches in case of alien invasion.
Frances Valosich
Frances Valosich
In 1972, when I was 7 years old, my parents bought the house next door to Frances and Mary. We got to know them as my parents would look after some of their chores and do some errands for them. Frances was always so nice to us! Now that I'm an adult, I wish I had gotten a chance to get to know her on a more personal level. As a kid, I appreciated her stories (I was a future historian, I loved listening to older people's tales), but I had too much energy to sit still for too long. Frances was a saint for caring for Mary the rest of her life. I know we felt that, even as kids. I hope she knew that our family truly cared about them. This is going to sound absolutely silly, but in the 1970s' UFO & Big Foot scares, I had plans that, if anything happened in our neighborhood, first we'd go save Frances and Mary, and take them along with us as we escaped. They were part of our "zombie apocalypse" plans. Somewhere in my brain, I still have those plans to save the Valosiches in case of alien invasion.
Frances Valosich
Frances Valosich
She was a member of Govans Presbyterian Church, in Baltimore, MD, sometime in the 1970’s until her death, where my mother, Elva Markel, and she became friends. Through this relationship, I learned many things that she told me about herself, as we drove her to and from church. She was married to a chemist and came to America right after WWI. She lived in the countryside of (Eger) Hungary, being a member of the aristocracy. She told me that she met the Prince of Wales, while he was hunting on the family’s grounds, as a young girl. She had a cameo that was made in her likeness by an artist, which she gave to me, after I admired it. She was a very sweet, gentlewoman but she told me of her acumen as a businesswoman in NYC during the 1920’s. She had an “art shop” with many fine laces and cloths, etc. In 1930, her occupation was interior designer. It was successful enough, along with the income from her husband’s job, to enable her to bring many Hungarian refugees over to America, right as the Cold War was affecting the movement of fellow Hungarians to the free world. I actually read a newspaper article supporting this information about her work bringing Hungarians to America. She never revealed this to me herself. She was a humble Christian woman. She had one son and I believe that he was a college professor in the Midwest. She was sad that she didn’t see him. Her reason was that his wife did not like her, which kept them apart.
She was born on January 3, 1889, in Eger, Hungary (the Rome of the Austrian-Hungarian empire.) (These facts were discovered on Ancestry.com, using her passport application of 1924.) She was looking so forward to living to be 100 years old, so that she could receive an acknowledgment from the President of the United States. She was proud of her American citizenship! She was a great woman!
I’m sorry that her life ended more or less dependent on the state of MD. Her possessions were sold to help pay for her upkeep, after she became immobile. She walked using a walker, when we knew her. She wanted me and my mother to have some of her things because she learned to love my mother, but we refused, even as she offered to gift them as a wedding gift to me, in 1980. I did accept the cameo and some fabric with silver threads running through it, that she had saved on a paper roll. That was so generous of her, even as she had once lived so well, as a child and then as a wife. To live to be 95, her finances for self-support were declining, unbeknownst to us. She had lost mobility capabilities. She went into a nursing home that the church found for her. We lost touch with her, as the busy-ness of life will do, but her time in the nursing home was not long.
She had an awesome inspirational life of sacrifice from nationalism, her love of her native country, Hungary, the love for her new country of 60+ years, and her love and appreciation for all that God had given her. As He took her position in Hungarian aristocracy away, He enabled her to take the hard work of her and her husband, as successful immigrants, to help her fellow Hungarians. Her legacy should be an inspiration to us all, to use what we are given to be a blessing to others.
I am a member of Ancestry.com. Since referring to a recent search, in 1940, I have found her husband to be Ernest Henry Bayor, born in 1890, and her son, named Eaton E., born November 28, 1920 (according to ship passenger list and passport application.) They married on August 28, 1918, according to the passport application. They were living in Manhattan in 1940.
She applied for a U.S. passport in 1924. She was arranging to travel to several European countries, with the main reason to visit relatives with her 3-year-old son. At this time, her shop was on Broadway in NYC. I stand corrected by reading here that she came to the U.S. in 1914, as did her husband-to-be. Ernest Henry Bayor, a chemical engineer. They married on August 28, 1918, according to this passport application.
Her maiden name has yet to be determined.
In 1930, the family had Ernest’s 2 sisters, Edith, born 1895 in Hungary, a housekeeper, and Mary, born in 1902 in Hungary, a stenographer for a law office in NYC. They both came to America in 1920. All of the adults in that household spoke “Magyar”.
Ernest Henry Bayor, born August 18, 1889 in Hungary, died on January 11, 1947 in Manhattan, New York, NY
Elizabeth Bayor
Elizabeth Bayor
She was a member of Govans Presbyterian Church, in Baltimore, MD, sometime in the 1970’s until her death, where my mother, Elva Markel, and she became friends. Through this relationship, I learned many things that she told me about herself, as we drove her to and from church. She was married to a chemist and came to America right after WWI. She lived in the countryside of (Eger) Hungary, being a member of the aristocracy. She told me that she met the Prince of Wales, while he was hunting on the family’s grounds, as a young girl. She had a cameo that was made in her likeness by an artist, which she gave to me, after I admired it. She was a very sweet, gentlewoman but she told me of her acumen as a businesswoman in NYC during the 1920’s. She had an “art shop” with many fine laces and cloths, etc. In 1930, her occupation was interior designer. It was successful enough, along with the income from her husband’s job, to enable her to bring many Hungarian refugees over to America, right as the Cold War was affecting the movement of fellow Hungarians to the free world. I actually read a newspaper article supporting this information about her work bringing Hungarians to America. She never revealed this to me herself. She was a humble Christian woman. She had one son and I believe that he was a college professor in the Midwest. She was sad that she didn’t see him. Her reason was that his wife did not like her, which kept them apart.
She was born on January 3, 1889, in Eger, Hungary (the Rome of the Austrian-Hungarian empire.) (These facts were discovered on Ancestry.com, using her passport application of 1924.) She was looking so forward to living to be 100 years old, so that she could receive an acknowledgment from the President of the United States. She was proud of her American citizenship! She was a great woman!
I’m sorry that her life ended more or less dependent on the state of MD. Her possessions were sold to help pay for her upkeep, after she became immobile. She walked using a walker, when we knew her. She wanted me and my mother to have some of her things because she learned to love my mother, but we refused, even as she offered to gift them as a wedding gift to me, in 1980. I did accept the cameo and some fabric with silver threads running through it, that she had saved on a paper roll. That was so generous of her, even as she had once lived so well, as a child and then as a wife. To live to be 95, her finances for self-support were declining, unbeknownst to us. She had lost mobility capabilities. She went into a nursing home that the church found for her. We lost touch with her, as the busy-ness of life will do, but her time in the nursing home was not long.
She had an awesome inspirational life of sacrifice from nationalism, her love of her native country, Hungary, the love for her new country of 60+ years, and her love and appreciation for all that God had given her. As He took her position in Hungarian aristocracy away, He enabled her to take the hard work of her and her husband, as successful immigrants, to help her fellow Hungarians. Her legacy should be an inspiration to us all, to use what we are given to be a blessing to others.
I am a member of Ancestry.com. Since referring to a recent search, in 1940, I have found her husband to be Ernest Henry Bayor, born in 1890, and her son, named Eaton E., born November 28, 1920 (according to ship passenger list and passport application.) They married on August 28, 1918, according to the passport application. They were living in Manhattan in 1940.
She applied for a U.S. passport in 1924. She was arranging to travel to several European countries, with the main reason to visit relatives with her 3-year-old son. At this time, her shop was on Broadway in NYC. I stand corrected by reading here that she came to the U.S. in 1914, as did her husband-to-be. Ernest Henry Bayor, a chemical engineer. They married on August 28, 1918, according to this passport application.
Her maiden name has yet to be determined.
In 1930, the family had Ernest’s 2 sisters, Edith, born 1895 in Hungary, a housekeeper, and Mary, born in 1902 in Hungary, a stenographer for a law office in NYC. They both came to America in 1920. All of the adults in that household spoke “Magyar”.
Ernest Henry Bayor, born August 18, 1889 in Hungary, died on January 11, 1947 in Manhattan, New York, NY
Elizabeth Bayor
Elizabeth Bayor
. . . of his parents with best friend
This week Diabolical spotlights the murder of Najera Sr. and his wife Elena Najera, planned by their only son and carried out by his best friend.
Garden Grove, Cal., on the morning of Dec. 28, 1999, and 19-year-old Najera phoned the police to say he’d come home to discover his mother and father dead on the floor. When police arrived they found Najera Sr., 42, and Elena Najera, 46, had been stabbed at least 20 times each.
There was no murder weapon at the scene, but they did find a ski-mask that had been left behind by the killer. This proved a vital piece of evidence and it was linked to a high school friend of Najera’s, Gerald Thomas Johnson.
DNA from mask matched Johnson’s and he was arrested a few weeks after the murder. In 2002 at his trial he was found guilty of the murders and sentenced to life without any possibility of parole.
However, the case had a couple of twists before justice was truly served. In 2008 Johnson killed himself whilst in prison and around the same time prosecutors decided to charge Najera with planning the murders.
In 2010 Najera was found guilty of planning the murder of his parents in order to get his hands on their savings. They’d withdrawn their significant savings from the bank over fears of the Y2K bug and transferred them into a safety deposit box, something their son had access to. This led to him plotting the murders with his best friend from high school.
Najera was sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole.
- Thu Apr 05, 2018 at 8:34pm ET By James Wray, available at [external link]
Gerald Johnson
Gerald Johnson
