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101 Waycross Weekly Herald, Aug 23, 1902:
Mr. Frank Cushing and Miss Georgia Roddenberry were quietly married at the home of the bride's parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Roddenberry on last Sun. morning. We send the happy young couple our congratulation.
 
Family: F2919
 
102 At least one living individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Family: F3084
 
103 Allie M. McLeroy, 87, passed away on Saturday, October 15, 2005 at the former Victoria's Garden. Services were held at 1 p.m. on Tuesday, October 18, 2005 in the chapel of McCullough Funeral Home with interment following in Magnolia Park Cemetery. Visitation was Monday from 6 until 8 p.m. at McCullough Funeral Home. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made to The Friendship Baptist Chapel Building Fund, 635 Twin Bridges Road SW, Eatonton, Georgia 31024.

Mrs. McLeroy was born on September, 18, 1918 in Eclectic, Alabama. She was a member of Friendship Baptist Chapel as well as Ladies of the Lake and NARFE. Mrs. McLeroy was an electronic technician with Warner Robins Air Force Base. After she retired she became a Tupperware dealer.

Her husband Alexander McLeroy, parents, Allen and Cora Mason, brother McGhee Mason, and two grandchildren preceded her in death.

Survivors include her sons, Allen N. McLeroy and wife Linda, Sky Valley; Marcus G. McLeroy and wife Elizabeth, Marietta; daughters, Sharon Mullis, Centerville; Wanda Jarzynka and husband Don, Bonaire; eight grandchildren; six great-grandchildren.

 
Allie Mason
 
104 Name: Arlene M. Clark
Last Residence:
31216 Macon, Bibb, Georgia
BORN: 21 Mar 1922
Died: 10 Aug 2005
State (Year) SSN issued: Oregon (Before 1951)

 
Arlene
 
105 Ava Hall Leary, 100, of Dyersburg, died Saturday, July 26, 2008 at her residence.

She was a homemaker and a member of First United Methodist Church and the Alma Potts Sunday school class.

Services will be at 4 p.m. Thursday in the sanctuary of First United Methodist Church with the Rev. Dan Leslie and Dr. Phillip Cook officiating. Burial will be in Fairview Cemetery in Dyersburg. Curry Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.

The family will receive visitors from 2-4 p.m. Thursday in the church's chapel.

Survivors include a daughter, Judy Hall Burks and husband, Johnny, of Dyersburg; a son, Glen W. Hall and wife, JoAnn, of Pawley's Island, S.C.; eight grandchildren, Mark Hall, Virginia Heisell, Lisa Burks Escue, Taylor Burks, Stephen Hall, Forrest Hall, Phillip Hall and Ava Embry; seven great-grandchildren, Cody Escue, Stephen Escue, Gavin Hall, Baldwin Hall, Conner Hall, Ava Hall and Evan Hall; and a niece, Sue Black Dilliard and husband, John, of Austin, Texas.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Alvin Hall, and a grandchild, Stan Walker.

Pallbearers will be grandsons and great-grandsons.

The family requests that any memorials be directed to Transitions, 432 W. Court St., Dyersburg, TN 38024; Matthew 25:40, 250 Youth Home Road, Dyersburg, TN; or to a charity of the donor's choice.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Dyersburg State Gazette

 
Ava
 
106 Name: Beatrice L. Laird
SSN: 721-01-8426
Last Residence: 34655 New Port Richey, Pasco, Florida, United States of America
Born: 9 Jan 1923
Died: 16 May 2004
State (Year) SSN issued: Railroad Board (Issued Through) (Before 1951) 
Beatrice Lillian
 
107 SARRINGER - Blanche B., of Central Islip, NY on May 4, 2012 in her 89th year.

Beloved wife of the late William. Loving mother of Robert Sarringer (Patricia), Edward Sarringer (Patricia), Donald Sarringer (Delaine), and Barbara Sarringer (Joseph Kowalchik). Cherished grandmother to 11 grandchildren and great grandmother of 17 great grandchildren. Devoted sister of Bertram and Frank Briscoe.

Reposing Moloney's Hauppauge Funeral Home, 840 Wheeler Road (Rt.111), Hauppauge, New York, where a religious service will be held Tuesday 8PM. Funeral Wednesday 10:30AM. Interment at Calverton National Cemetery, Calverton, NY. Visiting Monday and Tuesday 2-4 & 7-9PM.

Donations may be made to Good Shepherd Hospice Foundation, 245 Old Country Road, Melville, NY 11747 and/or First United Methodist Church of Central Islip, 51 Wheeler Road, P.O. Box 1228, Central Islip, NY 11722-1228. www.moloneyfh.com

Published in Newsday on May 6, 2012

 
Blanche B
 
108 Boite mac Cináeda (also, Bodhe, Boedhe, etc) (985-1058) was a Scottish prince, son of either King Cináed mac Maíl Choluim or King Cináed mac Duib.

He was the father of Gruoch of Scotland and friend to Findláech of Moray, Macbeth's father. He arranged the marriage of Macbeth and Gruoch in 1032, which permitted Macbeth to assume the throne of Scotland in 1040. Later he was behind the short-lived ascension of Lulach of Scotland, his grandson, to the throne in 1057.

 
Boedhe
 
109 Causantín mac Cináeda (died 877) was a son of Cináed mac Ailpín. Although tradition makes Causantín a king of Scots, it is clear from the entries in the Chronicle of the Kings of Alba and the Annals of Ulster, that he was king of the Picts. He became king in 862 on the death of his uncle Domnall mac Ailpín.

In 866, the Chronicle states that Pictland — the Annals of Ulster say Fortriu — was ravaged by Vikings led by Amlaíb Conung. The Chronicle claims that Amlaíb was killed by Causantín that year, but this is either incorrectly dated, or a different Amlaíb (Olaf) is intended as the Irish annals make it clear that Amlaíb Conung was alive long after 866. A date of 874 has been proposed for this event.

In 870, Amlaíb Conung and Ímar captured Alt Clut, chief place of the kingdom of Strathclyde. The king, Artgal of Alt Clut, was among the many captives. The Annals of Ulster say that Artgal was killed "at the instigation of Causantín mac Cináeda" in 872. Artgal's son Run was married to a sister of Causantín.

In 875, the Chronicle and the Annals of Ulster again report a Viking army in Pictland. A battle, fought near Dollar, was a heavy defeat for the Picts; the Annals of Ulster say that "a great slaughter of the Picts resulted". Although there is agreement that Causantín was killed fighting Vikings in 877, it is not clear where this happened. William Forbes Skene read the Chronicle as placing Causantín's death at Inverdovat (by Newport-on-Tay), which appears to match the Prophecy of Berchán. The account in the Chronicle of Melrose names the place as the "Black Cave" and John of Fordun calls it the "Black Den". Causantín was buried on Iona.

Causantín's son Domnall and his descendants represented the main line of the kings of Alba and later Scotland.

 
Constantine
 
110 Domnall mac Causantín (anglicised Donald II) was King of the Picts or King of Alba in the late 9th century. He was the son of Causantín mac Cináeda. Domnall is given the epithet dásachtach by the Prophecy of Berchán, meaning a violent madman.

Domnall became king on the death or deposition of Giric mac Dúngail, the date of which is not certainly known but usually placed in 889. The Chronicle of the Kings of Alba reports:

“Doniualdus son of Constantini held the kingdom for 11 years [889–900]. The Northmen wasted Pictland at this time. In his reign a battle occurred between Danes and Scots at Innisibsolian where the Scots had victory. He was killed at Opidum Fother [modern Dunnottar] by the Gentiles.”

It has been suggested that the attack on Dunnottar, rather than being a small raid by a handful of pirates, may be associated with the ravaging of Scotland attributed to Harald Fairhair in the Heimskringla. The Prophecy of Berchán places Domnall's death at Dunnottar, but appears to attribute it to Gaels rather than Norsemen; other sources report he died at Forres. Domnall's death is dated to 900 by the Annals of Ulster and the Chronicon Scotorum, where he is called king of Alba, rather that king of the Picts. He was buried on Iona.

The change from king of the Picts to king of Alba is seen as indicating a step towards the kingdom of the Scots, but historians, while divided as to when this change should be placed, do not generally attribute it to Domnall in view of his epithet. The consensus view is that the key changes occurred in the reign of Causantín mac Áeda, but the reign of Giric has also been proposed.

The Chronicle of the Kings of Alba has Domnall succeeded by his cousin Causantín mac Áeda. Domnall's son Máel Coluim was later king. The Prophecy of Berchán appears to suggest that another king reigned for a short while between Domnall and Causantín, saying "half a day will he take sovereignty". Possible confirmation of this exists in the Chronicon Scotorum, where the death of "Ead, king of the Picts" in battle against the Uí Ímair is reported in 904. This, however, is thought to be an error, referring perhaps to Ædwulf , the ruler of Bernicia, whose death is reported in 913 by the other Irish annals.

 
Donald
 
111 Dub mac Maíl Coluim (died 967) was king of Alba. In older histories his name may be found anglicised as Duff; the modern Gaelic version is Dubh, which has the sense of dark or black, especially in reference to hair colour. It may be that Dub was an epithet, as the Duan Albanach refers to him as Dubhoda dén, Dubod the vehement or impetuous. He was son of Máel Coluim mac Domnaill and succeeded to the throne when Ildulb mac Causantín was killed in 962.

While later chroniclers such as John of Fordun supplied a great deal of information on Dub's life and reign, including tales of witchcraft and treason, almost all of this is rejected by modern historians. There are very few sources for the reign of Dub, of which the Chronicle of the Kings of Alba and a single entry in the Annals of Ulster are the closest to contemporary.

The Chronicle records that during Dub's reign bishop Fothach, most likely bishop of St Andrews or of Dunkeld, died. The remaining report is of a battle between Dub and Cuilén, son of king Ildulb. Dub won the battle, fought "upon the ridge of Crup", in which Duchad, abbot of Dunkeld, sometimes supposed to be an ancestor of Crínán of Dunkeld, and Dubdon, the mormaer of Atholl, died.

The various accounts differ on what happened afterwards. The Chronicle claims that Dub was driven out of the kingdom. The Latin material interpolated in Andrew of Wyntoun's Orygynale Cronykl states that he was murdered at Forres, and links this to an eclipse of the sun which can be dated to 20 July 966. The Annals of Ulster report only: "Dub mac Maíl Coluim, king of Alba, was killed by the Scots themselves"; the usual way of reporting a death in internal strife, and place the death in 967. It has been suggested that Sueno's Stone, near Forres, may be a monument to Dub, erected by his brother Cináed. It is presumed that Dub was killed or driven out by Cuilén, who became king after Dub's death, or by his supporters.

Dub left at least one son, Cináed. Although his descendants did not compete successfully for the kingship of Alba after Cináed was killed in 1005, they did hold the mormaerdom of Fife. The MacDuib (or MacDuff) held the mormaerdom, and later earldom, until 1371.

 
Duff
 
112 A beggar Eadburh
 
113 Name: Edith P Wimberly
Death Date: 23 Oct 1981
County of Death: Ware
Gender: F (Female)
Race: White
Age: 73 years
County of Residence: Ware
Certificate: 036042
Date Filed: 27 Oct 1981

 
Edith P.
 
114 Name: Edith Wimberly
SSN: 255-72-0054
Last Residence: 31501 Waycross, Ware, Georgia, United States of America
Born: 9 Oct 1908
Died: Oct 1981
State (Year) SSN issued: Georgia (1962)

 
Edith P.
 
115 Name: Edna M. Bessner
SSN: 531-46-0392
Last Residence: 98273 Mount Vernon, Skagit, Washington, United States of America
Born: 12 Oct 1909
Died: 17 Oct 1997
State (Year) SSN issued: Washington (1963 ) 
Edna M.
 
116 Wikipedia entry Finlach
 
117 Findláech of Moray, or Findláech mac Ruaidrí, was the King or Mormaer of Moray, ruling from some point before 1014 until his death in 1020.

In the Annals of Ulster and in the Book of Leinster, Findláech is called rí Alban, which meant "King of Scotland" in the Gaelic language. As far as we know from other sources, the only rí Alban of the time was Máel Coluim mac Cináeda, i.e. Máel Coluim II, so this title can only mean that Findláech, as ruler of Moray, was understood by many to have been the High-King of all northern Britain.

However, Findláech's main claim to fame these days is as the father of Mac Bethad, made famous by William Shakespeare's play Macbeth. Indeed, the Irish historian known in Latin as Marianus Scotus calls Macbethad simply MacFindlaeg.

Historians are fairly certain that Findláech was ruling before 1014 because the Orkneyinga Saga reads that before the Battle of Clontarf, Jarl Siguðr of Orkney fought a battle with the Scots, who were led by a Jarl Finnlekr (i.e. Findláech the Mormaer). An Irish princess called Eithne made a banner for Siguðr, which had on it a raven. The saga records that Siguðr later brought the banner to Clontarf, where he was killed. If we believe this, then Findláech would be ruler quite a bit before 1014.

His death date, as mentioned above, derives from the Annals of Ulster, which notes s.a. 1020 Finnloech m. Ruaidhri, ri Alban, a suis occisus est, that is, that Findláech was killed by his own people. No reason for this is given, but the logical thing is to conclude that his successor, his nephew Máel Coluim mac Máil Brigti, had something to do with it. Indeed, the Annals of Tigernach tell us that the sons of Máel Brigte were responsible; the only sons we know of are Máel Coluim and Gille Coemgáin, both of whom evidently benefited from the killing, as both succeeded to the throne. 
Finlach
 
118 Wikipedia entry Gilcomgan
 
119 Gilla Coemgáin or Gille Coemgáin of Moray was the King or Mormaer of Moray, a semi-autonomous kingdom centred around Inverness that stretched across the north of Scotland. Unlike his two predecessors, he is not called King of Scotland in his death notice, but merely Mormaer. This has led to some speculation that he was never actually the ruler of Moray, but merely a subordinate of Mac Bethad mac Findláich.

In 1020, he certainly participated in the killing of his uncle Findláech. The Annals of Ulster (s.a. 1032) reports that Gille Coemgáin was burned to death, together with 50 of his men. The perpetrators are not mentioned in any sources. From circumstances, two candidates have been proposed to have lead the atrocity: Malcolm II of Scotland or Gilla Coemgáin's cousin Mac Bethad, who then became the only ruler of Moray. Mac Bethad reportedly married Gille Coemgáin's widow, Gruoch - either as a conquered enemy widow or a widow of an ally and kinsman, depending on who was responsible for the murder. Both scenarios are entirely credible, knowing archaic medieval customs - nothing exculpatory can be concluded from the marriage, whereas the adoption of the stepson may be a weightier indication.

Gille Coemgáin was the father of Lulach, a future King of Scotland, fostered by Mac Bethad, whom he succeeded.

 
Gilcomgan
 
120 Name: Mrs Grace N E Pickett
Death Date: 9 Sep 1936
County of Death: Stewart
Certificate: 26173

 
Grace E
 
121 Wikipedia entry Gruoch
 
122 Gruoch ingen Boite meic Cináeda was the daughter of Boite son of Cináed mac Duib. The dates of her life are not certainly known.

Before 1032 Gruoch was married to Gille Coemgáin mac Maíl Brigti, Mormaer of Moray, with whom she had at least one son, Lulach mac Gille Coemgáin, later King of Scots. Gille Coemgáin was killed in 1032, burned in a hall with fifty of his men. Gruoch's second marriage was to Mac Bethad mac Findláich, again the date is unrecorded. No children of this marriage are known.

Gruoch is named with Boite and also with Mac Bethad in charters endowing the céli dé monastery at Loch Leven. The date of her death is not known.

The character Lady Macbeth in William Shakespeare's play Macbeth is intended to represent Gruoch.

 
Gruoch
 
123 Florida Death Index, 1877-1998

Name Iva M Criner
Race White
Age at Death 84
Birth Date 29 May 1892
Death Date 2 Nov 1976
Death Place Orange, Florida, United States

 
Iva Mae McKay
 
124 U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014

Name Iva Criner
SSN 267-54-2432
Born 29 May 1892
Died Nov 1976
State (Year) SSN issued Florida - 1954

 
Iva Mae McKay
 
125 Social Security Death Index about Judy W. Latuso
Name: Judy W. Latuso
Last Residence: 70420 Abita Springs, Saint Tammany, Louisiana
Born: 28 Mar 1940
Died: 11 Apr 2011
State (Year) SSN issued: Louisiana (1956)

 
Judy W
 
126 U.S. Cemetery and Funeral Home Collection about Judy Latuso
Name: Judy Latuso
Age at Death: 71
Date of Birth: 28 Mar 1940
Date of Death: 11 Apr 2011
Source Location: Covington, Louisiana, USA
Full Obituary: Judy Latuso passed away on Monday, April 11, 2011. Arrangements have not been finalized and have been entrusted to E.J. Fielding Funeral Home. 
Judy W
 
127 Katherine M. Dillard
DILLARD, KATHERINE M., 86, passed away on November 28, 2008 at the Family Manor in Stuart, FL. She was born on June 10, 1922 in Anniston, AL. Katherine lived in Stuart, FL for eleven years coming from Orlando, FL. Mrs. Dillard was a member of the First Baptist Church in Stuart, FL. She also was a graduate of Lakeview High School in Winter Garden, FL. Katherine was predeceased by her husband, Buddy Dillard and grandson, Blake Love. Survivors include a son, Tedd A. Dillard with his bride, Nancy; a daughter, Elaine D. Love-Clark with husband Dennis; three grandchildren and five great grandchildren. Graveside Services will be held on Sunday, November 30th 2008 in Woodland Memorial Park at 2:30PM, Gotha, FL. Family will receive friends immediately following the Graveside Service at Woodlawn Funeral Home. Arrangements are entrusted by Aycock Funeral Home, 505 S. Federal Hwy, Stuart, FL 34994.
Published in the Orlando Sentinel on 11/30/2008 
Katherine M.
 
128 Name: Katherine M. Dillard
SSN: 266-16-4996
Last Residence: 34994 Stuart, Martin, Florida
Born: 10 Jun 1922
Last Benefit: 32805 Orlando, Orange, Florida
Died: 28 Nov 2008
State (Year) SSN issued: Florida (Before 1951) 
Katherine M.
 
129 Cináed mac Duib (anglicised Kenneth III) (before 967–25 March 1005) was King of Scots from 997 to 1005. He was the son of Dub mac Maíl Coluim. Many of the Scots sources refer to him as Giric son of Cináed son of Dub, which is taken to be an error.

The only event reported in Cináed's reign is the killing of Dúngal mac Cináeda by Gille Coemgáin mac Cináeda, by the Annals of the Four Masters s.a. 999. It is not certain that this refers to events in Scotland, and whether one or both were sons of this Cináed, or of Cináed mac Maíl Coluim, or some other person or persons, is not known. Cináed was killed in battle at Monzievaird in Strathearn by Máel Coluim mac Cináeda in 1005.

Whether Boite mac Cináeda was a son of this Cináed, or of Cináed mac Maíl Coluim, is uncertain, although most propose this Cináed. A son, or grandson of Boite, was reported to be killed by Máel Coluim mac Cináeda in 1032 in the Annals of Ulster. Cináed's granddaughter, Gruoch ingen Boite meic Cináeda — Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth — was wife of Gille Coemgáin, Mormaer of Moray, wife of King Mac Bethad mac Findlaích and mother of King Lulach mac Gille Coemgáin. The meic Uilleim, descendants of William fitz Duncan by his first marriage, were probably descended from Cináed.

 
Kenneth
 
130 Centerville Baptist Church Cemetery Lois
 
131 Wikipedia entry Lulach
 
132 Lulach (Lulach mac Gille Coemgáin) (1030 – 17 March 1058), was King of Scots between 15 August 1057 and 17 March 1058.

He appears to have been a weak king, and was indeed known as Lulach the Simple or Lulach the Fool. He does, however, have the distinction of being the first king of Scotland of whom there are coronation details available. He was crowned in August 1057 at Scone.

Lulach was the son of Gruoch of Scotland (Lady Macbeth), from her first marriage to Gille Coemgáin, Mormaer of Moray, and thus the stepson of Mac Bethad. Following the death in battle of Mac Bethad in 1057, the king's followers placed Lulach in the throne, despite strong resistance from the of faction of Máel Coluim III. Lulach ruled only for a few months before being assassinated and succeeded by Máel Coluim.

Lulach was married to Finnghuala of Angus. His son Máel Snechtai was Mormaer of Moray, while Óengus of Moray was the son of Lulach's daughter.

He is believed to be buried on Saint Columba's Holy Island of Iona in or around the monastery. The exact position of his grave is unknown.

 
Lulach
 
133 Wikipedia entry Maelsnechtan
 
134 Máel Coluim mac Domnaill (anglicised Malcolm I) (before 900 – 954) was king of Scots, becoming king when his cousin Causantín mac Áeda abdicated to become a monk. He was the son of Domnall mac Causantín. In 945 Edmund of Wessex, having expelled Amlaíb Cuaran (Olaf Sihtricsson) from Northumbria, devastated Cumbria and blinded two sons of Domnall mac Eógain, king of Strathclyde. It is said that he then "let" or "commended" Strathclyde to Máel Coluim in return for an alliance. What is to be understood by "let" or "commended" is unclear, but it may well mean that Máel Coluim had been the overlord of Strathclyde and that Edmund recognised this while taking lands in southern Cumbria for himself.

The Chronicle of the Kings of Alba says that Máel Coluim took an army into Moray "and slew Cellach". Cellach is not named in the surviving genealogies of the rulers of Moray, and his identity is unknown.

Máel Coluim appears to have kept his agreement with the late English king, which may have been renewed with the new king, Edmund having been murdered in 946 and succeeded by his brother Edred. Eric Bloodaxe took York in 948, before being driven out by Edred, and when Amlaíb Cuaran again took York in 949–950, Máel Coluim raided Northumbria as far south as the Tees taking "a multitude of people and many herds of cattle" according to the Chronicle. The Annals of Ulster for 952 report a battle between "the men of Alba and the Britons [of Strathclyde] and the English" against the foreigners, i.e. the Northmen or the Norse-Gaels. This battle is not reported by the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, and it is unclear whether it should be related to the expulsion of Amlaíb Cuaran from York or the return of Eric Bloodaxe.

The Annals of Ulster report that Máel Coluim was killed in 954. Other sources place this most probably in the Mearns, either at Fetteresso following the Chronicle, or at Dunnottar following the Prophecy of Berchán. He was buried on Iona. Máel Coluim's sons Dub and Cináed were later kings.

 
Malcolm
 
135 Buried: Memory Hill Cemetery, Milledgeville, GA - West side, Section A, Lot 15, Person 1

Inscription and Notes:
Our Mother, Edna Stuffs Morris, Elizabeth
Stubbs Wilkinson, William B. Stubbs,
also Robert E. Stubbs, Daisy Pittman Fuller,
James Lee Pittman 
Martha Ann
 
136 Name: Mabell V. Joyner
SSN: 260-34-4620
Last Residence: 32034  Fernandina Beach, Nassau, Florida, United States of America
Born: 29 Jun 1906
Died: Jul 1989
State (Year) SSN issued: Georgia (Before 1951) 
Maybell V.
 
137 Name: Maybelle Joyner
Death Date: 12 Jul 1989
County of Death: Duval
State of Death: Florida
Age at Death: 83
Race: White
Birth Date: 29 Jun 1906 
Maybell V.
 
138 Name: Olga Nemoff
SSN: 326-20-5124
Last Residence: 60628 Chicago, Cook, Illinois, United States of America
Born: 12 Jul 1892
Died: Apr 1976
State (Year) SSN issued: Illinois (Before 1951) 
Olga
 
139 Name: Olive F Paul
Death Date: 16 Jun 1957
County of Death: Irwin
Gender: F
Race: W
Age: 58 years
County of Residence: Irwin
Certificate: 14431
 
Olif
 
140 U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-Current about Sara N. Jeffords
Name: Sara N. Jeffords
SSN: 262-38-6817
Last Residence: 32258 Jacksonville, Duval, Florida, USA
Born: 23 Jun 1919
Died: 11 Jun 2003
State (Year) SSN issued: Florida (Before 1951)

 
Sara N
 
141 U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014

Name Tilly A. Astras
SSN 067-07-7141
Last Residence Deerfield Beach, 33441, Broward, Florida, USA
Born 28 Apr 1906
Died Nov 1988
State (Year) SSN issued New York - Before 1951

 
Tilly A
 
142 Ohio, Deaths, 1908-1932, 1938-2007 about Winifre A Prince
Name: Winifre A Prince
Birth Date: 1902
Birth Place: Ohio, United States
Gender: Female
Race: White
Death Date: 17 Apr 1986
Hospital of Death: Long-Term Care Facilities
Death Place: Toledo, Lucas, Ohio, USA
Certificate: 029946
Age at Death: 84
Certifier: Physician
Autopsy: Yes, used for certification
Social Security Number: 253-01-3147
Marital Status: Widowed
Industry of Decedent: Glass and glass products
Occupation of Decedent: Secretaries

 
Winifred M
 
143 U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014 about Winifred Prince
Name: Winifred Prince
SSN: 253-01-3147
Last Residence:
43603 Toledo, Lucas, Ohio, USA
BORN: 14 Jul 1901
Died: Apr 1986
State (Year) SSN issued: Georgia (Before 1951)

 
Winifred M
 
144 Name: Lila E Fleming
Death Date: 19 Jul 1951
County of Death: Richmond
Gender: F (Female)
Race: White
Age: 78 years
County of Residence: Richmnd
Certificate: 17040 
Lila Twiggs Erwin
 
145 On Monday, June 14, 2004 of Washington, D.C. Husband of the late Marion Dougherty Abbott married 47 years. Loving father of Marianne Warnock and her husband John W. of Grand Rapids, MI., James B. Abbott and his wife Barbara W. of Philadelphia, PA., Donald M. Abbott of Ft. Lauderdale, FL., Frank R. and his wife Margaret F. of Chevy Chase, MD., and Kevin L. Abbott of Alexandria, VA. Grandfather of 7.

 
Frank Leroy Abbott
 
146 Dr. Elias Georges Abu-Saba Passed away on September 28, 2006, after a brief battle with cancer. Friends and family had gathered together the previous weekend to celebrate Elias' life, where he read his own poetry, thanking family and friends who have graced his life. Born in the Lebanese village, Mia-Mia, in 1929 to Georges Abu-Saba and Sabat Saikaly, Elias grew up tending livestock, olives and citrus orchards on the family farm with 10 siblings. He attended Girard Institute and the American University of Beirut, (BS degree 1956), both established by the Presbyterian Church USA. He received his MS in civil engineering (1959) and Ph. D. (1969) from Virginia Polytechnic Institute. While at VPI, he met Mary Edith Bentley, a student from Randolph-Macon Woman's College where they were married in 1961. Employed as a structural engineer with Dalmo Victor Engineering Company in San Mateo, Elias then became a professor at the King Saud University in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. He won the Clarence Prouty Shedd Fellowship to study at the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, 1964-65, pursuing his passion for contemplation and debate of philosophy, ethics and politics. Elias was always poet and engineer, translating visions into words and soaring structures. He wrote volumes of verse and built everything from houses to space station solar panels. After teaching and consulting at Bucknell University and Bradley University he became full professor at North Carolina A&T State University in 1975, where he taught for two decades, contributing to engineering research and authoring the textbook, The Design of Steel Structures. Working for peace in the Middle East among all peoples was Elias' avocation. He leaves us with love, memories and thousands of poems that remind us there is hope. Dr. Abu-Saba is survived by his wife, Dr. Mary Bentley Abu-Saba; daughter, Leila Abu-Saba MacLeod; son, Dr. Khalil Abu-Saba; son-in-law, David MacLeod; daughter-in-law, Sarah Phelan Abu-Saba; three grandchildren, Cyrus, Joseph and Jacob; two step-grandchildren, Rachel and Tony; two brothers; one sister and myriad family members. To contribute to the progress of cancer cure, his body has been lovingly donated to the UCSF School of Medicine. Memorial Service is at 4 pm, Sunday Oct. 8, Buena Vista United Methodist Church, 2311 Buena Vista Ave, Alameda, CA. In lieu of flowers, donations to the American Cancer Society are appreciated.

This article appeared on page Z - 99 of the San Francisco Chronicle on Thursday, October 5, 2006 
Elias Georges Abu-Saba
 
147 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 
Leila Elias Abu-Saba
 
148 I WALK THE BEACH WITH YOU IN MY HEART

By Mary Edith Bentley Abu-Saba

I meander on the beach, remembering your curls
The softness of your hair, the bounce in your step
Your stride that thrusts you way past me
Your unceasing flow of words, words, words….

I ache to see you today on the beach
To hear your streaming sentences
Your laughter at the boys chasing the sand pigeons
Your stream of opinions about the Middle East
The World, Politics, Whose In-Whose Out.

How could it happen so quickly—moving from a
Formidable force of joy, hopes, dreams and stories
To a still and somber body gasping for breath
Refusing to go quietly into The Other World?

I fantasized pulling you back, fighting to keep you here
“But her children need her!” was my argument with Fate
“She has much to say to so many people” was another
“Simply, we can’t do without her….so there!”

I walk in a dream-like state, trying to bargain still
Trying to think of just the exact thing I could have done
To twist your route toward continued abundant living
While walking with me on my path to the terrestrial garden

I wanted forty-seven more years of earthly encounters for you,
To read scores of books, and write fiercely
To argue with the obvious, To ask for the impossible
To shout your joy “Look! I am Alive!”

Silence overtook me, and finally…. I accepted.
Not easily, mind you, but with determination
To hold fast to our memories of your gleaming lights,
To love and care for those little ones you left behind.

And So Let It Be.

October 16, 2009 
Leila Elias Abu-Saba
 
149 Memorial Service
Saturday, October 17, 2009, at 2pm, at St. Lawrence O’Toole church, 3725 High Street, Oakland, Calif., 94619. 
Leila Elias Abu-Saba
 
150 McMORRIS, EVELYN ROSE ACHORD
Evelyn Rose Achord McMorris, 79 years old of Ponchatoula, LA, died Friday, August 29, 2008 in North Oaks Medical Center. She was born on Wednesday, November 7, 1928 in Frost, LA. Mrs. McMorris was a member of Living Way Church of Hammond. She loved working with plants and for many years was known for her beautiful ferns she sold at her nursery on Hwy 22 East of Ponchatoula. Surviving are daughter Sandy McMorris Beck; 2 sons, Jerry McMorris and Wayne McMorris; 10 grandchildren; 4 great-grandchildren; sister, Sue Achord McCrory; brother, Bill Achord. She is preceded in death by her husband, Adam John McMorris, Sr.; son, Johnny McMorris; parents, Jaddo and Alzora Achord; 3 sisters, Faye Achord Dodt, Leona Achord Jones and Vicky Achord Brescher; 3 brothers Melvin Achord, Cecil Achord and Jimmy Achord. Friends will be received Sunday, August 31, 2008, at the Harry McKneely & Son Funeral Home in Ponchatoula from 8:30 a.m. until the service at 12:00 noon with the Rev. De¹L George officiating. Interment will follow in the Sand Hill Cemetery, Ponchatoula, Louisiana. An on-line Guestbook is
available at http://www.harrymckneely.com

Obituary published in The Hammond Daily Star on: 8/31/2008
 
Evelyn Rose Achord
 

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