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Lila Elaine Hemnes

Dec. 5, 1911-July 28, 2010

Lila Elaine Hemnes, 98, of Roland, passed away Wednesday, July 28, 2010, at Mary Greeley Medical Center in Ames. A memorial service will be at 1:30 p.m. Saturday, July 31, at Salem Lutheran Church in Roland. Burial will be in Roland Cemetery.

Lila Hemnes was born Dec. 5, 1911, to William Henry and Ellen (Sorensen) Childers in Nevada. She married Clifford Jondall Dec. 29, 1930. He passed away Oct. 3, 1959. She worked for Donnelley?s as a clerk for 23 years. Lila married Fred Hemnes Feb. 2, 1961.

Lila was a member of Salem Lutheran Church in Roland, Women of the Moose, Academy of Friendship and the American Legion Auxiliary. She enjoyed gardening, flowers and birds, especially her parakeets.

She is survived by one son, Loren (Joyce) Jondall, of Milton, Wis.; three daughters, Barbara (Gary) Erickson, of Albert Lea, Minn., Dolores (James) McCarty, of Janesville, Wis., and Norma Sexe, of Story City; two brothers, Harold (Doris) Childers, of Story City, and LaVerne (Phyllis) Childers, of Roland; one sister, Bernita Rains, of Nevada; 18 grandchildren; 46 great-grandchildren; and 18 great-great grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Clifford; her husband, Fred, who died April 27, 1985; one daughter, Dorothy Sexe; an infant brother and brothers, Wilford Childers and Bud Childers; two sisters, Martha and Darlene; a granddaughter, Mary Elizabeth Jondall; and two grandsons, David Sexe and Rickie Jondall.

Soderstrum Funeral Home in Roland is assisting the family with arrangements.

Ames Tribune, Thursday, July 29, 2010

 
Childers, Lila Elaine (I301019)
 
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Claude Jennings "Red" Singleton Sr., 70, husband of Shirley Coker Singleton, died Wednesday, June 14, 2006, at his home.

Born in Sumter, he was a son of the late Willie B. Singleton and the late Jennie L. Singleton. Mr. Singleton attended Lakewood Baptist Church and was a member of Wise Drive Baptist Church. He was a retired U.S. Air Force technical sergeant with 20 years of service and a Vietnam veteran. He was also a retired sales associate with Jet Vac Sanitary/Pipeline with more than 25 years of service. He was a member of the Midlands Retiree Association, the VFW, the DAV, and Claremont Masonic Lodge No. 64.

Surviving are his wife of Sumter; a son, Claude Jennings Singleton Jr.; a brother, William "Willie B" Singleton and wife, Jane; a granddaughter, Ciara Jade Singleton, all of Sumter; and a number of nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by a brother, Robert S. Singleton.

Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday in the Chapel of the Elmore Hill McCreight Funeral Home with the Rev. Joe Belcher officiating.

Burial will be in the Evergreen Memorial Park Cemetery with military honors.

Pallbearers will be Justin Hyatt, Herbert Hudson, Clint Coker, Sammy Coker, T. J. Coker and Dale Coker.

The family will receive friends from 5 to 7 p.m. today at the Elmore Hill McCreight Funeral Home and other times at the home.

Memorials may be made to Lakewood Baptist Church, 3140 Nazarene Church Road, Sumter, SC 29154.

 
Singleton, Claude Jennings (I300815)
 
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Tasker Funeral Service

Isabel Hayes
(May 17, 1920 - June 16, 2012)
Isabel Hayes
Durham ? Isabel Hayes, 92, formerly of Durham died Saturday June 16, 2012 at Colonial Hill of Rochester.

Born in Dallas, Texas May 17, 1920 the daughter of E.E. Disz and Lillie (Morris) Disz who were deaf and lived in Durham where she was a member of the Community Church.

She was predeceased by her husband Fredrick Hayes and is survived by three children Joan E. Turner of Framingham, MA, Pamela Palmquist Bingham of Barrington and James Palmquist of Macungie, PA, 6 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. Her four siblings all predeceased her.

There are no local services. Burial will be in Mt. Hope Cemetery, Chicago, IL. Local arrangements are by the Tasker Funeral Home, Dover.

Please go to www.taskerfh.com to sign the on-line guest book.

 
Disz, Isabel (I305417)
 
4 DR. JAY CASPER
368 REDWOOD DR
IDAHO FALLS ID
USA 83401  
Covel, Alpheus (I4021)
 
5 Kinard, Frank Mickelberry
Jackson Progress-Argus 4 Jan 1935
Mr. Frank Kinard Died in Texarkana Monday
Relatives and friends here were sorry to learn of the death of Mr. Frank Kinard 35 years of age, which occurred Monday at his home in Texarkana, Texas, following a two days illness.
Mr. Kinard was born and reared in Butts county, a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Davis Kinard. For several years he was manager of the Colonial Hotel in Shreveport, La., and at the time of his death was manager of the Parker Hotel in Texarkana. He was well known in hotel circles and had many friends among the traveling public. He was connected with a leading family of Butts county.
He is survived by his wife and son, David Wilkins, and an aunt, Mrs. George Harkness, of Jackson, and several uncles.
Funeral services were held in Texarkana Tuesday, and interment was in Greenwood cemetery in Shreveport, La.

 
Kinard, Franklin Mickelberry (I794)
 
6 Mrs. Helene Richter passed away in Kerrville, Texas on July 8, 1952 after an illness of several years. She was laid to rest in the family plot in the Boerne cemetery, Thursday, July 10.

Mrs. Richter, daughter of the late Gus and Julia (nee Schumann) Bodemann, was born at Schumann, Comal County, Texas on September 29, 1867. She had attained the age of 86 years 9 months and 9 days.

After her marriage to Otto Richter in May 1892, the couple made their home in San Antonio. Mr. and Mrs. Richter bought a ranch on the Upper Cibolo road in 1900 where they made their home until a few years ago.

Mrs. Richter is survived by her husband, two daughters, Mrs. J.E. Sill (Erna) and Mrs. H. O. Weiss (Lydia). One daughter Hilda preceded her in death many years ago. Also surviving are two sisters, Mrs. Hermine Bertschler of Galveston; Mrs. Anna Rauch of Corpus Christi; 3 brothers, Adolph Bodemann, Lockhart; Otto Bodemann, Hew Braunfels and Alvin Bodemann of Corpus Christi; nine grandchildren, fourteen great grandchildren and many nieces and nephews.

Funeral services were held from the Ebensberger Funeral Home with the Rev. Richard S. Talbot officiating. Pallbearers were her grandsons, Harold and William Sill, Edwin Schwope, Jack Carpenter, Irvin Meckel and James Rylander.

We join the many friends in extending deepest sympathy to the bereaved family of one who spent many years lending a full and useful life to her family and friends. 
Bodemann, Helene (I299041)
 
7 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I0547)
 
8 "Body of Burk Pacetti Arrived This Morning," St. Augustine (Florida) Record, Thursday, 22 November 1917, page 1. The body of the late Burk Pacetti arrived here this morning from Camp Wheeler, accompanied by the father and wife of the deceased. The funeral will take place tomorrow morning at Mill Creek, but tonight the body will be at the home of Charles Pacetti in White City.
George Pacetti, father of the young man arrived at Camp Wheeler before the spark of life was extinguished, but the bereaved young wife arrived too late to see her husband again in life. The relatives were unaware of his illness, but became uneasy after waiting two weeks for a letter, then Mr. Pacetti, his father, decided to go to the camp and ascertain if anything had happened to his son. He found on his arrival that the young man was dying from pneumonia and telegraphed for Mrs. Burk Pacetti to come at once. She left immediately, but when she arrived her husband was dead.
L.F. Sanchez & Craig are the undertakers in charge and the body was taken to their place on the arrival of the train, but will be removed to the home of Charles Pacetti where it will remain until the funeral cortege leaves for Mill Creek where the interment will be made and the deceased will be laid beside his mother in the family burial plot.

 
Pacetti, Burke Maria Ruben (I300877)
 
9 "Earl J. Pacetti, 42, Dies After Long Illness," Leader-Enterprise (Homestead, Florida) Thursday, 9 February 1956.
Funeral services for Earl J. Pacetti, who died Friday after a long illness, were conducted at 10 a.m. Monday in First Methodist Church of Homestead by the Rev. Foster Holt. Interment was in Palm Cemetery.
Active pallbearers were Wilson Crosby, Eugene Saunders, Ralph Bevis, Donald Sullivan, Francis Fitzpatrick and Frank Marsh, and honorary pallbearers were Henry Brooker, Jr., Ronald Brooker, Henry Pridgen, John E. Davis, George Crim, and Eskew Smith.
Mr. Pacetti was born in Homestead [sic] 42 years ago, a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Earl J. Pacetti. He attended Homestead schools and married a local girl, the former Miss Norma Rivers, who survives him. Except for his service in the Navy during World War II, he spent his life in Homestead, and was engaged in the wholesale and retail fish business until ill health forced his retirement some months ago. He was a member of First Methodist Church and Woodmen of the World.
Besides his wife, Mr. Pacetti is survived by two sons, Stanley and Jack; two grandchildren, on of whom was born the day after his death; and three sisters, Mrs. E.A. Buchanan, Mrs. Stanley Wittkop and Mrs. Sid Kendrick, all of Homestead.

 
Pacetti, Earl Joseph (I302619)
 
10 "Merriel Joseph Pacetti," The St. Augustine (Florida) Record, Sunday, 9 January 2011.

Merriel Joseph Pacetti, Sr., 73, of Hastings, Fla., died Jan. 6, 2011 at Roberts Care Center, Palatka, Fla. He was a member of Our Lady of Good Counsel Catholic Church. He was a retired heavy equipment operator for St. Johns County Road and Bridge. He was an avid hunter and outdoorsman.

Funeral services will be held 11 a.m. Wednesday Craig Funeral Home Chapel. Visitation 5-8 p.m. Tuesday at Craig Funeral Home Chapel. Burial will be in Our Lady of Good Counsel Cemetery.

He was preceded in death by a daughter, Wanda Pacetti, and a sister, Pauline Howell.

He is survived by his wife of nearly 46 years, Joanne Reagan Pacetti; three daughters, Dora Griffis; Ocala, Fla., Barbara Curry, Hastings, and Libby Register, St. Augustine; step daughter, Tara Wilson, Ocala; three sons, M.J. Pacetti, St. Augustine, Dinky Pacetti, St. Augustine, and Buck Pacetti, Hastings; stepson, Ronald Wilson, Atlanta, Ga.; 21 grandchildren; numerous grandchildren; his aunt, Leona McQuaig; and mother in law. Anne Brown Metus.

Craig Funeral Home Crematory Memorial Park is in charge of the arrangements.

 
Pacetti, Merriel Joseph (I300932)
 
11 "Mrs. Brannan Dies." January, 1946.
Mrs. Iris Madgeline Brannan, died very suddenly at the family home in South Clifton the evening of January 4th, a cerebral hemorrhage being the cause of her untimely passing. Last rites were from the McMillan Chapel, conducted by Rev. Joseph Smith, on Monday, January 7, and interment was in the Clifton city cemetery. Mrs. Brannan was born in St. Augustine, Fla., and had lived in Arizona the past 27 years.

 
Pacetti, Iris Magdalena (I5676)
 
12 "Roe" served in the Civil War for the Confederacy:
Cannon, James M. - Orr's Regiment, Company E, Private, age 20 when enlisted, Surrendered.  
Cannon, James Monroe (I7103)
 
13 "Susan Reed," The Monitor (Cedar Creek Lake, Texas), Wednesday 28 January 2009.
Funeral arrangements for Susan Reed, born Jan. 9, 1926, in Clarkdale, Ariz., to Iris and Walter Brannan, are under the direction of Eubank Cedar Creek Funeral Home in Mabank.
Reed died Jan. 21, 2009, at the Mabank Nursing Home.
She was predeceased in death by her husband Curtis Reed, parents, brother Ordell Brannan and sisters Julie Brannan, Mable Ebner and Lillian Betts.
She was the youngest of eight siblings and grew up in Clifton, Ariz. As an adult she lived in theThatcher, Ariz. area.
She married Curtis Reed Jan. 10, 1967, and later moved to Texas to live near her sister Lillian.
She loved embroidery and hand-sewing crafts and collecting stuffed animals and dolls. She was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
Survivors include her son Thomas Brannan, Texas; sisters Andrea Lewis and Myrtle Knepper, both of California; brother Walter Brannan, Arizona; 18 nieces and nephews; many great-and great-great nieces and nephews.

 
Brannan, Susan Ann (I301171)
 
14 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I0560)
 
15 "Walter Brannan," Wednesday, 31 July 1974.

SAFFORD: Funeral services for Walter D. Brannan, 84, who passed away July 21 at his home on the Bowie Highway, were held Wednesday at 10 a.m. at the Safford 1st Ward Chapel with Bishop's Counselor G. Wayne Mack officiating.

Music was by the Safford First Ward Relief Society Chorus directed by Roxanne Larsen and accompanied by organist Karen Mack. Invocation was given by Bishop Gordon Stowell, and the life story by Bishop Terry Jo Bingham. The sermon was given by Bishop W.R. Richardson, followed by the hymn, "Oh, My Father" and the benediction by Andrew Angle.

Burial was in Rest Haven Memorial Gardens with dedicatory prayer by Robert Montierth. Pallbearers were Tommy and Walter Brannan, Billy and Rudy Bettes [sic], Jerry Heath, Benney Knepper, Rodney Lewis, Mark Nacarati, Dennis Parsons and Gene Wasson. All arrangements were in charge of Roger E. David of Safford Funeral Home.

Brannan was born Nov. 9, 1889, on a farm in Orlando, Fla., where he was reared. He and his brothers and sisters had to earn their own spending money, so Walter found a source in catching rattlers which he caged and fed until a buyer came through the area paying according to the snake. He loved animals, and always had an assortment of squirrels, opossums, raccoons and skunks as pets.

In January of 1911, he was married to Iris Pacetti in Jacksonville, Fla. Weather conditions were detrimental to his health, so eight years later the family moved west by railroad settling in Phoenix in 1919. Shortly thereafter, they moved on to Prescott, where he found a more healthful climate and the family lived there for several years while he was employed by a railroad company. When employees went on strike, Brannan took his family to Utah, and then back to various Arizona locations, wherever he could find employment as a machinist.

In 1935, he moved to Santa Rita, New Mexico, for three years, then came to Clifton where he was employed by Phelps Dodge Corp. He helped organize the International Machines Union, and in May of this year was honored as that Union's oldest living member. He worked for 32 years as a machinist for Phelps Dodge before retiring at 65 and moving to Safford. He purchased property at Artesia where he lived until his death.

He had remarried, and he and his wife, Mary Amelia were sealed in the Mesa Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints July 9, 1959. During the 14 years he had lived in Artesia, he made many friends who will miss their friendly neighbor.

Survivors include his wife, Mary Amelia; two sons, Walter T. of Tucson, Tom of Anaheim, Calif.; six daughters, Mrs. R. Lewis, Santa Barbara, Calif., Mrs. B.F. Knepper, Anaheim; Mrs. Ethel Ebner and Mrs. Joe Naccarati, both of Morenci; Mrs. William Bettes [sic], Irvington [sic], Tex., and Mrs. Susan Reed, Millington, Tenn.; four sisters, Mrs. Mary Barry, Mesa, Mrs. Jonnie Henderson, Holmsted, Fla., Mrs. Susie Thurman and Mrs. Pearl Hansen, both of Orlando, Fla.; 22 grandchildren and 47 great-grandchildren. 
Brannan, Walter Dennis (I8001)
 
16 'Kenny' Smith
Bethlehem
Posted: Thursday, October 04, 2001

   Ken ''Kenny'' Smith, 37, died Wednesday Oct. 3, 2001.

   Mr. Smith was a son of Ernest L. and Almeda Simpson Smith of Winder. He was employed as a maintenance man for Harrison Poultry and was a member of First Baptist Church of Winder.

   Services will be at 2 p.m. Friday at Smith Funeral Home, Winder, with the Revs. John Talley and Robert Hoffman officiating. The body will be placed in the chapel at 1:30 p.m. Burial will be in Rose Hill Cemetery.

   Survivors, in addition to his parents, include a special friend, Tammy Morgan; a sister, Kim Phillips, Winder; a brother, Tim Smith, Auburn; and nieces and nephews.

   The family will receive friends from 2-4 p.m. and 6-9 p.m. today at the funeral home.

   Memorials may be made to Peachtree Christian Hospice, 3430 Duluth Park Lane, Duluth, GA 30096.

Athens Banner-Herald, Thursday, Oct. 4, 2001

This article published in the Athens Banner-Herald on Thursday, October 4, 2001. 
Smith, Kenneth Edward (I300738)
 
17 08-07-1992 Times Picayune
Batac - Marie Louise Fuselier Batac, a homemaker, died Wednesday at River Parishes Hospital in Destrehan. She was 84. Mrs. Batac was born in New Orleans and lived in Destrehan for 13 years. She was an employee of Schwegmann's for over 25 years. She was a longtime member of the Ladies Auxiliary of the Metry VFW Post 6640. Survivors include a daughter, Anita Jeffrey; a brother, Don Fuselier; a sister, Eula Fournet; six grandchildren; 13 great-grandchildren and six great-great-grandchildren. A Mass will be said today at 10 A. M. at Jacob Schoen and Son Inc., 3827 Canal St. Burial will be in Jefferson Memorial Gardens in St. Rose. 08-07-1992 Times Picayune 
Fuselier, Marie Louise (I295846)
 
18 1860 Federal Census
Occupation: Shingle Weaver

1880 Federal Census
Occupation: Mechanic  
Martin, Noble Edgar (I5692)
 
19 1860 Federal Census for Isabelle Township, Pierce County, Wisconsin

SurnameGiven NamePageTownship
MartinArthur
93
Isabelle
MartinGeorge
93
Isabelle
MartinHarriet
93
Isabelle
MartinHarriet
93
Isabelle
MartinNoble
93
Isabelle

 
Family F1663
 
20 1880 Federal Census
Occupation: Mechanic 
Martin, George Leapard (I1113)
 
21 1890 Washington, DC City Directory
Name: Thomas B Linton
Location 1: 1000 26th northwest
Year: 1890
City: District of Columbia
State: DC 
Linton, Thomas Berry (I4890)
 
22 1891 Washington, DC City Directory
Name: Thomas B Linton
Location 1: 1000 26th northwest
Occupation: engineer
Year: 1891
City: District of Columbia
State: DC 
Linton, Thomas Berry (I4890)
 
23 1902 Orleans Parish Birth Index
Volume 123, p 41

Source: Louisiana Archives
3851 Essen Lane
P.O. Box 94125
Baton Rouge, LA 70804-9125 
Latusa, Antonio (I300302)
 
24 1907-05-24; Columbus Daily Enquirer, Page: 6
Julius Kaufman Dies in Atlanta Well-Known Merchant Expires after Short Illness
News of the death of Mr. Julius Kaufman in Atlanta last night at 8:30 (?) o'clock was received in the city last night and caused profound sorrow among his friends in this city, his home. Mr. Kaufman had been ill of kidney trouble and for the last two months had been in an Atlanta sanitarium. /Mr. Kaufman was forty-eight years of age and is survived by his wife, a son, Sam Kaufman, and three daughters, Misses Blanche, Beatrice and Theresa. He is also survived by a sister, Miss Carry (Carrie) Kaufman. They have the sympathy of their friends in their bereavement. Mr. Kaufman was born in Geneva, Ga., but passed nearly his life in this city, where he was in business on upper Broad street a good many years. /The remains will reach the city this morning from Atlanta. The funeral arrangements have not been made as yet, but will be announced later.

1907-05-26; Columbus Daily Enquirer, Page 5, Mortuary Notice
Funeral Today -- The funeral of Mr. Julius Kaufman will take place from his late residence No 21 Tenth street, this afternoon at two o'clock, the services being conducted by Rabbi Marx of Atlanta, who came to Columbus for that purpose. /The pallbearers will be Messrs. L. S. Cohen, L. Loewenherz, L.H. Kaufman, A. Strauss, Max Banner, J.J. Kaufman, Dan Joseph and N. Nassbaum. Interment will be in Riverdale cemetery.

 
Kaufman, Julius (I305810)
 
25 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I304944)
 
26 2nd lt. U.S. Army Air Corps, {0-1648098}, World War II-Lt. Procter died in the line of duty while serving with the 109th Combat Engineer, 34th Infantry Division during his WWII service.

He is the son of Mr. Gilbert & Mrs. Edythe S. Procter of Chicago, Illinois, and the husband of Mrs. Ruth Durrant of Chicago, and he enlisted with the Signal Corps {RA16070990} on 5-22-1942, and he had three years of college. He leaves one other sister, Miss Paula.

Awards: American Campaign Medal, European Campaign Medal with Two Battle Stars, WWII Victory Medal.

Find A Grave Memorial# 127301218

 
Procter, Gilbert Calef Jr (I306108)
 
27 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I297755)
 
28 Descendants of Elijah Smith Smith, Elijah (I7868)
 
29 Martin Cemetery, Randolph County, Georgia  Martin, Riley Truitt (I7838)
 
30 Angelica Singleton Van Buren, born Sarah Angelica Singleton (February 13, 1818 – December 29, 1877) was the daughter-in-law of the 8th United States President Martin Van Buren. She was married to the President's son, Abraham Van Buren. She assumed the post of First Lady because the president's wife had died 17 years earlier and he remained unwed throughout the rest of his life.

Sarah Angelica Singleton was born in Wedgefield, South Carolina, the daughter of Richard Singleton and his wife, Rebecca Travis Coles.

Raised in high society and related by marriage to Dolley Madison, Angelica brought an air of sophistication to her role as first lady. She married Abraham Van Buren on November 27, 1838, in Wedgefield. The couple took an extended trip through Europe and when they returned in 1839, she undertook the duties of White House hostess for the rest of her father-in-law's presidency. After Martin was defeated for re-election in 1841, Angelica and her husband lived at the Van Buren home of Lindenwald, in Kinderhook, NY, wintering at her family home in South Carolina. From 1848 until her death at age 59, she lived in New York City.
 
Singleton, Sarah Angelica (I0610)
 
31 Wikipedia entry Finlach (I0193)
 
32 Wikipedia entry Gilcomgan (I0134)
 
33 Wikipedia entry Gruoch (I0135)
 
34 Wikipedia entry Lulach (I0133)
 
35 Wikipedia entry Maelsnechtan (I2951)
 
36 at-one-ment, the conclusion

We held the door open for a miracle, but none came. At least not in the hoped-for form. That’s the thing with miracles, they don’t necessarily obey orders.

I meant to ask David if there was a significance to the director’s chair in the pathway to the front door. I don’t remember if it was there when I arrived in the afternoon yesterday. I do remember stepping around it on the way to my car at 11:30 last night. It seemed a little like the cup for Elijah. But who were we waiting for? Leila to come back and sit on it?

I last saw her last week, on Thursday. The day the miracle workers came. The day of anointments. On Friday she was supposed to go home, to begin hospice. I got a message from someone that she would be staying in the hospital through Monday. That she wanted some time to absorb what had happened during the healings. Especially that last one with the monk, where he’d wrapped her in the mantle of a modern saint, crossed her forehead, eyes, cheeks, throat, and heart with sacred oils, prayed over her for 35 minutes in four languages.

I heard she wanted things to be all set up and ready for her. That she needed to rest and didn’t want visitors. I called her home and left a message to let her know I was aware of the schedule and thinking of her. So I was surprised when the phone rang Saturday morning and it was her.

I was almost out the door, with the grandparents, and Scott and Jonah, all of us bundled up and ready to head out to Tilden Park to ride the Steam Train. Leila was talking slowly, as she has done now for weeks, what with all the narcotics and the exhaustion of illness. She informed me she’d come home because the insurance wouldn’t cover her hospital stay anymore. They don’t have a line item for rest and contemplation.

I told her I was glad she was home and that I had to go. That I would talk to her later. How many times I’ve said that in these last six weeks of rollercoastering in and out of hospitals, towards and away from the brink of death? Why did I need to be so many other places? There simply is never enough time, never enough “laters.”

Sunday morning I called and left another message. I wanted to get her blog passwords, so I could use a service that turns blogs into books, for the kids. A few minutes later, she called. But not necessarily because I had called. One of those crossed wires moments. She fumbled who she was calling at first. “Johnny?” — “Julie,” I reminded her.

The hospital bed wasn’t working right and they couldn’t get it fixed because they had to go off hospice in order for her to be able to get one more procedure. A catheter that would drain the fluid from her tumors, paracentesis. A procedure she’d been traveling to San Francisco to receive once a week, to relieve the pressure. She was angry, frustrated.

She’d felt so sick in the night, she was shaking, she told me. Her husband wouldn’t let her call 911. “I was ready to let go,” she said. Whatever I said back was clearly insufficient because next she shouted at me, “THAT’S A REALLY BIG DEAL!”

She and her husband were sleeping on the sofa bed in the meantime. The old sofa bed that she’d slipcovered, but they’d had to take the slipcover off to open it out. She wanted to know if I might help her get a new sofa bed. Would IKEA deliver?

At this point David got on the phone and asked me to please not go buy them a sofa. He’s familiar by now with my tendency to take Leila’s requests and run with them. The toilet paper, the moisturizer, the pajama pants. But I assured him I wasn’t going to buy them a sofa. He explained that 911 wasn’t an option anymore. “Unless she breaks a limb, I have all the medications she needs here.”

I knew other friends were going to visit her that day, so off I went again into the swirl of grandparent and toddler time. On Monday when I called, she was too tired to talk. Or was that Tuesday? Yes. I’d waited till the grandparents left. A flurry of emails that day confirmed that Leila’s MFA professor and friend had offered to edit and publish her novel and Leila accepted.

On Wednesday, I went over to the house. A woman with long red hair and hazel eyes answered the door, a friend of Leila’s from almost 30 years ago, college and her New York period. Eva had flown up from L.A. for the day. Leila was asleep. Eva was cleaning out the refrigerator. Together we made a big pot of spaghetti sauce for David while he napped (Leila keeps him up at night like a newborn.) We stood in the kitchen and looked out at Leila, her sleeping face framed in the pass-through window. Eva told me: When I first met Leila, I was so in love with her. She was just so beautiful, and so fabulous. I told her I thought we would be friends forever, that we would grow old together. She looked at me in that way, (Eva mimics, creating a distance with a wave of one hand, upper torso pulling backwards) ‘Don’t be so presumptuous,’ she told me. But now, it’s almost come true.

When it was time for her to go back to the airport, Eva stood next to the hospital bed and talked to still-sleeping Leila, said goodbye, cried. I couldn’t hear her over the exhaust fan from the stove, but I could tell by the shape of her back what the conversation was.

I could not, have not, did not talk to Leila while she seemed out of it. I watched others do it. But I just couldn’t. For the most part.

That afternoon, I held her hand. Her skin was so dry, so I put lotion on. Each time the cold dab from the bottle touched her skin, she startled, eyes wide. I reassured her. Telling her exactly what I was doing, the same way I used to narrate diaper changes and such to Jonah when he was a newborn.

She never actually acknowledged me that day. I’m not sure she recognized me. I could tell she knew who David was, and when her mother came, I heard her say, Mom. Several times she tried to get out of bed and I tried to explain to her that she couldn’t. But it seemed impossible to explain. Her mind didn’t know the limitations of her body anymore. Eventually she’d give in and lie back down.

I talked a lot to David that day. True things we’ve been thinking and feeling. (Later, when others, Joni, one of the nurses, claimed that she could hear everything, even when we thought she wasn’t with us, wasn’t comprehending, I was grateful for the conversations I’d had with others in her presence, because we’d said things to each other I’d never gotten a chance to say to her.)

The next day, yesterday, her condition had declined even more. I got the news in an email that afternoon, that she was more out of it, that her lungs were full of fluid. I’d just been in the process of trying to organize a sign-up sheet, for those of us who wanted to visit, to keep David company with Leila. I said I’d come at 5:30. I looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do next, what to do until 5:30. I ended up grabbing some food from the fridge, to cook dinner for David and I, and walking out the door right then. I called the nanny. “Please prepare Jonah, let him know I won’t be here when he gets home.”

I was unprepared for the sound of someone breathing through fluid. Rough, jagged, bubbling breaths. Her head would move, her mouth open wide, gulping at the air. Her eyes were slightly open, unfocused. Is she awake or asleep? I asked.

I sat down on the couch, and for the first time in her and David’s presence, I cried.

The plan for the evening was this: Joni, who’d been there all afternoon, would go home and feed her dog. David was going to go pick up the kids and take them out to dinner as soon as the nurse arrived at 5:30. The meal I’d brought to cook for David would now be for Joni. Joni would come back around 6:30, and Meg would be on her way over at 7.

These events occur: I put ointment on Leila’s hands. A special salve made from shea butter and tea tree oil, prepared by a neighbor. Joni leaves. I sit down next to Leila and meditate. We used to meditate together. Etie arrives right on schedule, David leaves.

Etie administers Leila’s medications over the next hour, by droppers: morphine, haldol, something to ease the rasping in her throat. I ask her if she thinks Leila is still with us. She says no. The body has shut down. Her eyes aren’t focusing. The only organ working now is her heart.

I tell Leila, “Honey, I’m going to make pork chops for Joni and I in your kitchen. I hope that’s okay.”

Etie sits with me in the kitchen while I cut up apples for applesauce. Four apples from my garden. I slice each one into small pieces, making a pile of cores and peel. Etie asks me questions about Leila while I chop. I realize I am cutting very slowly. “I think this is therapeutic,” I say. “Leila was a really great cook,” I inform her, experimenting with the past tense while rooting through the spice cabinet, looking for cardamom, ginger. “This meal is an homage.”

Etie asks if Leila has kids, if I have kids, tells me she has six, all grown, still back in New Zealand. “I got divorced and I needed to live in a different country from my husband,” she says in a thick accent. She asks where Leila’s kids are. I tell her. “In my culture,” she says, “the kids would be with her. Everyone would be gathered around her.”

Etie goes out to the living room and sits with Leila while I eat my meal. Blackened pork chops with applesauce, fried potatoes, and salad dressed in lemon juice and cumin. Etie studies the posterboards of family photos we’d displayed at the Healing Circle event, less than two weeks ago, now placed against the wall at the head of the hospital bed. “She was very beautiful,” she says, “and so young.”

Joni arrives and joins me at the kitchen table. She says Leila’s breath sounds different. Worse. I can’t hear it exactly. As much as possible I’ve tuned it out, mentally turned it into the sound of a machine, rhythmic.

We talk about whether or not Meg is going to come over. It’s just 7. Did she get Joni’s email? Did she know David wasn’t going to be here but we were?

Meg arrives. She immediately starts crying, assuming that my presence in the house means Leila is already gone.

She comes in and we all hug, and then we start to putter. Do you think we should open these cards, put them out around the room? Perhaps not. The kids may come after she passes, maybe they wouldn’t want to see all the cards around. Meg, the organizer, goes through the mail, sorting out bills from the rest of the pile. Joni and I explain to Meg that David is out with the kids.

We hear a noise. What was that noise? Again.

Leila, vocalizing. A sound. A long moaning sound.

Is she in pain? No, she’d just had morphine a little bit ago. The three of us gather near her head, Etie stands near Leila’s feet, but at a distance. This is it, she tells us. Leila’s eyes focus, staring into Joni’s. I place my hands gently on Leila’s head, as I have done so many times in the last few weeks, and the last two days. I lean close to her. Meg is standing behind Joni. The bubbling in Leila’s breathing is gone. Her breaths are slower, farther apart. The three of us are all talking, crying, praying. Leila, you are so beautiful. We love you. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is okay. You did good. You did so many good things in this world. We love you. It’s okay.

“She’s gone,” says Etie.

I try closing her eyes, like they do in the movies, but the lids pop right back up. Etie explains that it takes a while. We position her head and I hold her jaw and eyelids closed while Joni and Meg start cleaning up. Joni calls David. Meg gathers all the medical gear and supplies and moves them into the garage, to make the room more hospitable, if the kids decide they want to see her.

Etie leaves. “Tell David, he doesn’t have to pay me for tonight,” she says.

After a while, I trade places with Joni, finishing up the dishes while she holds Leila’s face. I clean out the freezer. Meals will be arriving soon. I put out dried apricots, pretzels, pine nuts, remembering that my grandmother, right before her death, had made a list of items that she’d wanted for her funeral, such as white roses and sand from Israel to be placed on the casket, and no one could figure out why she’d written “pistachios” until finally we realized she’d meant, for the guests.

Arrivals: Her mother, David, the kids.

I call a few people to give them the news. My friend tells me of washing her father’s body after he had passed. A Jewish ritual.

The hospice nurse arrives. She says, “In this situation, I usually offer to wash and dress the body, if you would like me to do that.”

Yes!

I choose a long turquoise middle eastern caftan with gold embroidery, the one I think she may have worn to the Healing Circle, though none of us can recall for certain. I show it to David and his eyes light up. Yes.

Joni, the nurse — whose physical beauty, like the startling handsomeness of every doctor and nurse at the hospital, Leila would definitely have remarked upon and appreciated — and I respectfully wash and dress Leila, put a necklace on her, cross her hands and rest them on her belly, lay a blue and white flowered coverlet over her feet.

It’s such a simple thing, and why bother, except that is possibly the one thing I am the most grateful for. That we gave Leila’s body this small dignity. Her face, the struggle removed, looked so peaceful and young. She was almost smiling.

by Julie Feinstein Adams 
Abu-Saba, Leila Elias (I5702)
 
37 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I0055)
 
38 Wager Cemetery Koppenol, Howard Hershel (I0236)
 
39 Magnolia Park Cemetery, Warner Robins, Houston, Georgia Paul, Odell Carol (I5463)
 
40 Woodlawn Cemetery, West Palm Beach, Palm Beach, Florida Fitzhugh, Norman Richard (I3001)
 
41 Woodlawn Cemetery, West Palm Beach, Palm Beach, Florida Linton, Bertha Atwell (I3112)
 
42 Bosque Bello Cemetery, Fernandina, Nassau, Florida Martin, George Leapard (I1113)
 
43 Alta Vista Cemetery Jennings, Robert Mansfield (I0488)
 
44 Centerville Baptist Church Cemetery Stafford, Joseph Sherrill (I7458)
 
45 Centerville Baptist Church Cemetery Stafford, Joseph Palmer (I7468)
 
46 Centerville Baptist Church Cemetery Reddy, Lois Jeanette (I7469)
 
47 White Cemetery
33° 8.39'N, 83° 38.07'W
 
White, Colonel Thomas (I0832)
 
48 Mr. Dan Smith Jr.

Mr. Dan Smith, Jr. of Pine Hill Road, Griffin, died Friday morning, March 2, 2001, at Spalding Regional Hospital. He was born in Griffin, son of the late Daniel Jasper Smith Sr., and Mrs. Lou Rawlins Smith. Mr. Smith owned and operated Dan J. Smith Jr. Distributor's Inc. since its establishment in 1972. He graduated from Georgia Tech in 1960 where he returned to Griffin and traveled the "journey of excellence."

Mr. Smith is survived by his mother, Lou R. Smith; wife, Ginger Ray Smith; children; and grandchildren, Deborah and Gordon Moore with grandsons, Baker, Daniel and Michael; Hester and John Henry Davis, with grandchildren Olivia, Harrison and John Henry III; Julia and Rich Fletcher with grandchildren, Savannah, Elizabeth and Jasper Smith III (Joppa); brother, Robert Frederick Smith.

Memorial services for Mr. Dan J. Smith Jr. will be held Sunday afternoon at 2 p.m. in the Warren Haisten Memorial Chapel. The Rev. Curtis Green will officiate. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to Stepping Stones, 1323 MacArthur Drive; Griffin, GA 30224, or to Halo Foundation in care of John Davis, 741 Terrell Court Crossing, Marietta, GA 30067 in Mr. Smith's Memory.

Griffin Daily News, Griffin, Georgia, Sunday, March 4, 2001, page 3A, Obituaries 
Smith, Daniel Jasper Jr. (I297515)
 
49 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Living (I301516)
 
50 Arline's Biography
Prepared by Jacqueline Hunter Maurer

Born into a musical family in 1916, Arline Farnum Hunter's life of 80 years, 8 months and 8 days was packed full of enthusiasm and passion for music. She was a fourth generation musician, and had a "Suzuki-like" environment in her early years: daily sounds of music, and many opportunities to perform. Her mother played piano for the silent movies, and her father, a trombonist, managed a band in which Glenn Miller also played trombone. Arline's brother played the baritone, and the family band performed for dances all over town. Besides playing the violin, Arline used her piano skills to accompany tap dance classes.

Arline began teaching as a teenager. "I used to jump on my bike with my violin, and peddle to the student's home to teach a lesson for 50 cents." Teaching was in her blood, and over the years she was determined to share her love of music with as many people as possible!

Arline graduated from Colorado State College, now University of Northern Colorado, and her first job was to teach vocal music in Pierce, CO. She then became an instrumental music instructor in the Brighton Rural Schools, and continued her musical influence in the city of Brighton for many years. She substitute taught in the public schools, gave tap dancing lessons, taught private violin and piano lessons, directed the Presbyterian Junior Choir for 6 years, and sang in the adult church choir. Arline also reached out to the community as a "Welcome Newcomer Hostess" for 20 years. She had boundless energy!

Arline performed in many ensembles including Greeley Philharmonic, the Brico Symphony, the Denver Chamber Orchestra, the Amateur Chamber Music Players, and the Chanterelle Trio. She created and performed in several other groups as well: Symphonettes, Camarata, Brighton Orchestra, Singing Strings and String Colors.

Arline served on the Brighton Cultural Arts Committee, and helped found "Fine Arts at Four," a concert series featuring local and guest artists.

Arline had an outgoing personality and really enjoyed working with other people. She was honored by many of the organizations of which she was a member: Euterpean Club, Steinway Club, the Denver Musicians Society, Delta Omicron International Fraternity, AAUW and PEO. As a lifetime member of Colorado State Music Teachers' Association, she served as an adjudicator and String Chairman for three years.

Arline's Suzuki Journey

In her later years, she embarked on the Suzuki journey with her daughter, Jacqueline Maurer, her son-in-law, James Maurer, and her granddaughter, Joanna Maurer. It was a joy for Arline to participate in Suzuki teacher training classes and continue learning more about teaching the violin in a positive and effective way. She had two performing Suzuki groups (Pastels, and Primary Colors) that delighted folks in nursing homes, and entertained various community organizations.

Quotes About Arline

Allison Sherman, Suzuki teacher in Ft. Collins, CO:

"When we moved to Brighton in 1949, I was starting high school. To my delight, there was a violin teacher of good reputation in town, Mrs. Arline Hunter. I had started violin in a public school class, so Arline was to be my first real teacher, and I eagerly began lessons. That was the beginning of a 40-year friendship in music.

"Arline was a demanding teacher of great integrity. She taught not only how to play the violin, but also commitment to a difficult discipline. She encouraged a serious approach to playing. I now smile when I see my own students playing intently - Arline's legacy.

"Through my high school years, Arline tirelessly accompanied me, drove me to festivals and concerts and supported all my efforts. She was always fun too! She took me with her to the Denver Symphony Orchestra, or to recitals of violinists. We heard Heifetz, Francescatti, Rabin, Silverstein, Elman, Stern and other fine artists.

"In 1970, Arline once more played a significant roll in my life - she took me to hear a group of Suzuki violin students. I was immediately hooked, and have since found my place in music as a Suzuki violin teacher. I would consider it the greatest tribute possible if my students would someday feel about me the way I feel about Arline. Thank you Arline!"

Euterpean Music Club, honoring Arline in 1995:

"The students in Arline's Suzuki performing group, 'The Pastels,' have experienced the love and friendship Arline offers for relaxing activities, as well as the discipline and structure needed for excellent performances. Arline Hunter, a genius among the gifted, continues to bless the Brighton area with her expertise."

Trudy Hunter, granddaughter:

"When I think of you, Grandma, I think of love, family, happiness, caring, pride, and honesty."

Muriel Bennett, former student:

"It is the extra time and effort Mrs. Hunter gives the youngsters that brings success."

Arline's Legacy

Over her lifetime, Arline was very gratified and rewarded to see the effects of her musical endeavors on her students, friends, and family.

Arline's daughter, Jacqueline Maurer, has been very active as a performer and teacher. She was concertmaster of the Denver Chamber Orchestra and the Brico Symphony and has been very active as a chamber music performer. As an SAA Teacher Trainer she taught at numerous institutes and workshops throughout the United States. She has written many books, which are used as teaching aids and is co-author, with her husband, of the STRING Book, a Suzuki teaching guide. She was co-editor, with her husband, of the 'Violin Column' in the American Suzuki Journal. Currently, she maintains a small Suzuki violin studio in her home.

Arline's son-in-law, James Maurer, is a retired violin professor from the University of Denver, where he taught for 38 years. He was instrumental in founding the Denver Suzuki Institute, Rocky Mountain Chamber Music Camp, Colorado Talent Development, Denver Talent Education, and the Suzuki Association of Colorado. He served as Treasurer and Board Chair of the SAA, and Secretary of the ISA. As an SAA Teacher Trainer, he also taught at many institutes and workshops throughout the U.S. and founded the Suzuki Certificate Program at the University of Denver. Currently, James maintains a studio of advanced violin students in his home. He also manages James Maurer Publications.

Arline's granddaughter, Joanna Maurer, a concert violinist, tours throughout the U.S. with the American Chamber Players, Concertante, and other professional groups. She is an Associate Member of the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra and does studio work for movie soundtracks and popular recording artists in New York City. She lives in New York City with her husband, Demian Austin, principal trombone of the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra, and her 2 young children. She teaches her 5-year-old Suzuki violin.

 
Farnum, Arline June (I302702)
 

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