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In Memory of Donna
Trisel by Peter Teixeira Dear
Editor: This is a letter to you so you may know the Dear Lady who was born in Rockford whom I had the privilege to meet in 1976. She was my future mother-in-law, Donna Trisel, whose home was recently removed from 301 Jay St. for additional room for the owner of the trucking co. to expand his business. The little Pink house was a landmark not only for the community of Rockford but It was a home to 56 children being raised with good home town values, by the most caring of a Nannie as a community could have to offer. Donna Trisel was laid to rest a little more than one year ago after a short illness (in 2010). We all lost much that day. Many who are teenagers and some adults were given the best care you can expect, and grew into good productive citizens of Rockford. Donna was appreciated by the mothers and fathers that left their children in trusted hands through the years until she was unable to care for the kids due to health problems. She was one of my best friends, and we spent many hours on the phone just talking about religion, politics or the good old days of the number of kids she helped raise there. My Mother-in-law would not like the fuss we made over her, should you decide to print this memory of her life as a good servant to the community. But those that did not get to know her, I tell you, she had a big heart and a great mind for finances and details. She was always concerned for her family and her friends. She was unselfish and a proper lady. She was up at 5:00 am and did not stop until 5 pm when the last child was picked up ~ this was her life. The last words she said to me was "Think well of
me". I told her I could only think the best of her. It is Christmas
night - December 25, 2011, and she is in my thoughts. She may not
approve of this airing of her laundry, as she would put it in a very
modest way, but she meant much to all of us she touched . The little
pink house she had built by her husband and her father is no longer
there, but you ask anyone in the town, and they will say "Yep. That was
where Nannie's place was, with a smile on their faces." Donna in all
her modesty would even have to agree ~ she sure is missed. So please remember the next time you go by the place where the little pink house was, smile and remember the music she played for you as she served up the many meals she made. Let's remember her for all she did ~ that wonderful woman we all called Nannie. I'll bet you it will bring back the good times. Love you Nannie . Peter
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Happy Heavenly Birthday
Larry Baltzell
on October 23, 2011
If you were still with us, we'd
all be celebrating with homemade
German Chocolate Cake!
Missing You!
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| In Loving Memory of Brittany |
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Brittany Leigh Shaffer Love, Mom & Dad, Brian & Brad.
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 In
memory of Paul L. SchaadtThose we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one's gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, for as long as there is memory, they'll live on in the heart. Love you always! Your Family |
 In Memory of Larry A. Baltzell October 23, 1950 – August 17, 2008
“He
was our North, our South, our East and West,
Adapted from the poem Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Sadly Missed by Your Family
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Noel Temple Sends A Father’s Day Memory
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| Taylor University Memorial on April 26, 2010 |
 A memorial to those who lost their lives including Monica Gibbons Felver in a traffic accident on April 26, 2006
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 In
Memory of Bob Baker
6-30-1946 -
3-4-2008
"The Broken Chain"
We little knew
that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved
you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our
hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us
went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us
peaceful memories, your love is still our guide.
And though we
cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain
is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls
us one by one, the chain will link again.
Missed by Family &
Friends
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IN MEMORY OF PAUL SCHAADT
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In Memory of Doris Stover who passed
away, March 18, 2006  We
thought of you with love todayBut that is nothing new, We thought about you yesterday And days before that too. We think of you in silence We often speak your name, Now all we have are memories And your picture in a frame. Some may think you are forgotten Though on earth you are no more, But in our memory you are with us As you always were before. A million times we've thought of you A million times we've cried, If loving could have saved you You would have never died. You left us beautiful memories Your love is still our guide, And though we cannot see you You are always at our side. It broke our hearts to lose you But you did not go alone, Part of us went with you On the day God called you home. Forgive me Lord, I'll always weep For the best friend I loved, but could not keep. Love, Your Family |
In Loving Memory of Jay Scarpella July
23, 1961 - March 31, 1993Memories of the joy you brought to everyone who knew you, your laughter which was contagious and your love of life keep you close to us daily. Loving you always, forgetting you never. Missing You - Your Family |
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| Kelly (Pryer) Gehle Honors Her Mom with a Blog - Visits and Postings are Welcomed |
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Hello Sheila,
I do not know if you remember me, but I know that you remember my
Mom, Monica Felver. I'm her oldest daughter, Kelly. I went to school
and graduated from Parkway in 1988. Cheryl (Hall) Wolfe wrote me and
suggested to me that I write to you. As you know my Mom, Monica, was
tragically killed in the I 69 accident on April 26th. And since that
time, I have struggled and struggled. If it wasn't for my kids, my
sister and my church family, my faith and ALL the prayers from
around the world, I wouldn't be sitting where I am today. This is
one thing that has amazed people on the outside of this accident is
the FAITH. That's what everything is about...... My Mom was one of
the Chosen Five that day and I am honored that she is in Heaven
fulfilling God's greater purpose for her. But since this time I
have decided to start a blog in honor of and kind of a memorial,
It's where people can write in and share thoughts, prayers, stories,
memories. This has been such a great healing tool for me. So if
you could spread this on, print the address. I would appreciate it.
Let me know. Thank you so very much for your time and assistance. In
Christ, Kelly Gehle
Mom's blog address
http://monicafelver.blogspot.com./
Editor's note: Monica Gibbons Felver was a Parkway Graduate of 1969. Many of you may remember her from the Chattanooga-area. To use a blog, simply click on the address above, read a posting by Kelly. There is a tiny "comments" link preceded by a number. If you click on that, you will read the comments that people have sent to her, and you can add your own. |
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In memory of Charles M. and Ethel Van
Fleet and Robert L. and Eloise J. Van Fleet
Submitted by Robert C. Van Fleet
(and brother Mike).
My brother Mike and I treasure memories of our family and growing up
in Rockford. Our grandfather, Charlie or "Mike", owned Van Fleet's
Drug Store and our father, Bob, took it over when grandpa passed
away. Both Mike and I learned to work at the drug store where we had
various chores ranging from swabbing out the basement after
rainstorms flooded it to working behind the soda fountain. In those
days the drug store and especially the soda fountain were kind of
the social center of Rockford. The hardest parts of our jobs were to
be working when all our friends were enjoying summer vacation or
when someone would wait until five minutes to nine (closing time) to
come in and order a quart of hand-packed ice cream.
My best memories of my grandpa are
about his taking me on turtle trapping and squirrel hunting trips on
the St. Marys River. Aside from going with grandpa, as kids, we
pretty much lived at the river - building rafts and skinny dipping
in the summer and ice skating and hockey games in the winter. Trips
with grandpa and his buddies, Skinny Loro and George Kinder, are
still vivid memories for me, though I was only 11 years old when
grandpa died. Grandpa always used to kid George about his tendency
to fall in the river at least once on each of our trips. My daily
job in turtle trapping was to empty the bag of chicken heads (from
Anspach's poultry plant) that grandpa baited his traps with. It
wasn't a real pleasant thing to do but I just loved anything that
involved being with grandpa.
Sadly, my dad died in 1963 when I
was a senior in high school. I remember I was at football practice
when Coach Hilbert called me aside to inform me that dad had
suffered a fatal heart attack. Ironically he died in a drug store in
Lima. He had retired from the drug store and he and my mom were
going to travel and enjoy just being together. For a long time I
carried carbons of traveler's checks that dad had signed on the day
he died. Dad loved to play golf on Thursday afternoons when the
store was closed and when he bought a King Midget motorized golf
cart, he was very tolerant of my and my friend Gary Henkel's endless
tinkering and cruising with it in the Tastee Freeze parking lot and
occasional clandestine highway trips.
My dear mom and I moved to
California after dad died and I graduated from Parkway. In the
bigger scope of things it was probably a good move, but I remember
it being so painful to leave my friends and Rockford that I cried
most of the way driving my red GTO convertible across the country.
Mom drove the last car my dad bought - a 1963 Pontiac Grand Prix -
which she owned until just before she died.
Although mom and I lived at opposite
ends of the big state of California we stayed in close contact and
saw each other frequently until she passed away in 2002. She was
proud of both her kids and she saw me through my graduation from
college and my political transformation and radical opposition to
the war against Viet Nam and the whole '60's/70's lifestyle change I
went through - and about which I have no regrets.
My brother and I speak often about
how fortunate we are to have come from such a good family and about
the wonderful memories we have of growing up in Rockford and knowing
so many good people there. Those memories will live in us forever
and we love to come "home" to visit. Every time I visit I find it
very hard to leave. The best part is seeing old friends and I never
visit without going to the river to relive the adventures we had
there.
So many things have changed over the
years, but I hope the kids growing up in Rockford today will someday
treasure their memories of getting a good start in a very special
small town - just like Mike and I do.
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For
me, Father’s Day was always a day for being proud of my dad, Ivan
Temple; this is a picture of the 1934 Rockford Eagles Lodge baseball
team. My father, Bill Snyder’s father and Patty Lee Romer’s father
are included in the picture. Also my uncle Theo Temple and my
grandfather Cal Temple are in the photo. Great memories!
In
Memory of Monica Gibbons Felver Who Left This World on April 26, 2006
On
December 9th,1982 our lives were changed when you were born; you always
brought us smiles, laughs and mischief . On October 19, 2001 again you
changed our lives; all we have now are the memories and the tears. Your
family misses and loves you so much words cannot describe, but we know
that you are happy and we will see you soon in heaven. Love forever and
always, Mom, Dad, Chad, Cory & Jerica