Friends That We Have Lost
Sadly, as you know, we have lost some of
If you know anything about any classmate that has
passed away, and can share it with the class,
please contact Ken with any details that you may have
and it will be posted to this section.
We all hope that the
families that have lost their loved ones know that they have our
and we miss our classmates very much.
|Wayne Leonard Copeland
Date: April 2nd, 2018
|(Read more about Wayne .here)
|Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon
Date: March 4th, 2016
|(Read more about Whitey here.)
Date: August 2015
|(Read more about Will here.)
Date: June 3rd, 2015
|Lily Borrowman Baker
Date: February 25th, 2015
Ten classmates met together yesterday,
for a memorial for
Lily (Babe) Borrowman Baker.
It was a nice ceremony at the Mormon Church.
Date: February 2015
Wallace's service is scheduled for February 28th, at 11:00 a.m.
at the Westwood Calvary Chapel, 315 Ash Street, Westwood.
Albert Lee Knox
Albert Lee Knox, 74, of Redding, CA, went to be with the
Lord on December 17th, 2014.
Funeral services will be held Monday, December 29th, at
the Sutter Assembly of God Church, 2900 Acacia Avenue,
Sutter, CA at 2:00p.m.
(Read more about Albert
Date: March 2014
Date: December 29th, 2012
(Read more about Neal
Bonnie (McCaughan) Northan
Date: November 26th, 2012
(Read more about Bonnie
Alice (Lewellen) Morris
Date: February 21, 2012
(Read more about Alice here)
||Date: Sometime in 2012
Reported to Howard by Barbara's husband.
Sharon (Grof) Staten
Date: December 18th, 2011
Date: August 9th, 2011
Steve's family can be
PO Box 1346
(Read more about Steve here)
Date: May 28th, 2011
Children Matt, Greg and Shannon can be
1501 S.W. Highland Ave.
Redmond OR 97756
Tracy True Newton
Date: March 14th, 2010
(Read more about Tracy
Date: November 23, 2008
Boyd Cyrus Sannar Jr.
Date: May 4th, 2004
more about Boyd here)
Dwayne L. Copelin
Date: February 18th, 2002
(Read more about Dwayne
Nina (Mills) Cummings
Date: July 20th, 1996
more about Nina here)
Janice (Francis) Haynes
Larry Vander Ploeg
about the friends we have lost
(in alphabetical order)
Wayne Leonard Copelin
Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon
Dwayne L. Copelin
Bonnie (McCaughn) Northan
Nina (Mills) Cummings
Albert Lee Knox
Tracy True Newton
Boyd Cyrus Sannar, Jr
Images taken at these services can be found under
"REUNIONS", then under
Wayne Leonard Copelin
Celebration of Life for Wayne will be held
at 3:00 p.m., Thursday, April 5, 2018 at
Blake and Erin Osburn’s home at 1021 South
Faker Street in Clarendon, Texas. Inurnment
will be at a later date in Rowe Cemetery in
Cremation & Arrangements are
by Robertson Funeral Directors of Clarendon,
Wayne was born May 29, 1941
in Pomona, California to Lloyd and Joy
Loomis Copelin. He married Joan Earlene
Sabroe on June 13, 1959 in Reno, Nevada. He
had been a salesman prior to his retirement
selling pianos, antennas, and wood. He was a
top piano salesman and sold 7 pianos in one
day. He was a hardwood logger and was an
avid hunter and fisherman. He was honorary
mayor for Los Molinos, California for 4
years. He also volunteered putting up the
Christmas tree for the town of Los Molinos
for several years. He was a generous man and
donated turkeys during the holiday season to
needy families. He had been a resident of
Donley County for the past 20 years and
attended Arena of Life Church in Clarendon.
Wayne was preceded in death
by his parents, Lloyd and Joy Copelin; a
son, Larry William Copelin; a grandson,
Roper Copelin; his twin, Dwayne Copelin and
other siblings, Tony Copelin, Janet Copelin,
Lloyd Ray Copelin, and June Stahler.
Survivors include his wife,
Joan Copelin of Clarendon; his children,
Wayne Copelin, Jr. and wife Rhonda, Joanne
Barton and husband Jack, Ernest Copelin and
wife Tangela, Tina Ferris and husband
Scotty, Laura Luttrell and husband Mark, and
Erin Osburn and husband Blake; ten
grandchildren; four great-grandchildren; and
his siblings, Joann Forren, Susan Snooks,
and Sandra Copelin.
In lieu of flowers, the
family suggest memorials be sent to Rowe
Cemetery Association in Hedley.
Sing out online guest book at
Gridley Herald April 4th, 2018
Frank and Shirley
a great conversation on the phone with him
Grove and Mike Dahl
sent a copy of Wayne's Obituary from the
Leon and Susie Longacre
thanked us for notifying everyone of Wayne's
John and Barbara Moon
Gately thanked us for the notice as well.
Just wanted someone involved with our class
of 59 to know that classmate Wayne Copelin
died on April 2, 2018. His obituary is in
today's Chico Enterprise Record.
Ken I'm sorry to hear this, but I too talked
to Wayne a few months ago. He will be
Joan Adams Casillas:
I was sorry to read about Wayne also, but
happy to read of his successful and eventful
I too had a call from Wayne last week. We
talked for almost an hour. It is with
sadness that I read this news ... those two
twins were good friends and I remember
staying overnight there. I find it awe
inspiring that he was talking to some of us
classmates just before going home to the
I will miss him.
Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon
passed away on March 4, 2016,
after a courageous battle with Lewy Body
Born June 10, 1940, in Gridley, Calif.,
Elvin is survived by his wife of 58 years,
Barbara (Johnson) Brogdon,
his loving daughter Cheryl (Phil) and son
Proud papa of Buck, Allie, Miya and Mollie.
He is also survived by two sisters and
several nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by his parents,
three brothers and two sisters.
He will be greatly missed by his family.
A Graveside Service was held Friday, March
11, 2016 at the Gridley Biggs Cemetery.
Will E. Chenoweth, 75, of
Mesa, AZ, passed away peacefully on August
27th, 2015 at his home. Will was born in
Corning, CA to OK and Hilda Chenoweth. Three
years after Hilda's death, Grace Chenoweth
became his loving stepmother. The family of
Dwain and Esther White, of Corning CA played
an important roll in Will's life also. Will
graduated from Gridley Union High School,
Cal State University, Sacramento, and
Chapman University. He worked as a
Psychiatric Technician at DeWitt State
Hospital for 8 years and as Probation
Officer in Nevada County for 27 years. Some
of that time he was Supervisor of Juvenile
Hall and later, the Juvenile Unit. He was
very active in the community and in Little
League. He loved hunting, fishing, and
anything duck related. Will was happiest in
the great outdoors.
Family was very important to
Will. He is survived by his wife of 41
years, Diane; his son Matt Chenoweth
(Nancy); two stepsons, Andy Delmas (Lori)
and Rob Delmas (Shawn); a sister, Janet
Brown; his grandchildren, Cassie, Kenzi,
Abby, Ryder, Rylee; a great granddaughter,
Paislee; and many other extended family
members who Will loved very much. He was
preceded in death by a brother, Orval
Chenoweth and a grandson, Ricky Chenoweth.
A memorial service will be
held Saturday, September 12th, at 11:00 AM
at Horizon Funeral Care, 7510 E. Main St.
Mesa, AZ, 85207. Memorial contributions can
be made in Will's honor to Ducks Unlimited,
Wounded Warriors Project, or Smile Train.
(posted in a
newspaper in 2011)
7 - 21 - 42
~ 7 - 20 - 96
It's been fifteen years
since you left our side to
join our Heavenly Father.
bless you always.
and our love for you
remains closely in our hearts.
Jackie, Jamie & Jerry Ann
Grandson ~ Brian
Brothers ~ Dan-Sharon, Bob-Kay & family
Niece ~ Shannon-Hector & Family
Aunt ~ Ima & family
From Albert's Family
Picture taken January, 2013
11 - 3 - 40
~ 12 -
17 - 14
Albert Lee Knox passed away at home and went to be with the Lord on
December 17, 2014. Albert was born November 3,
1940 in McAlester Oklahoma to A. L. and Stella
Knox and came to California with his family at a
young age. Albert, at a few ounces over 3
pounds, was a surprise to all since their
youngest child was 9 ˝ years his senior. His
family settled in the Bakersfield area and later
moved to Gridley California where Albert
attended grammar and high school.
Albert was known for his industrious nature. As a young boy, he
demonstrated his enterprising skills by holding
not one, but three paper routes while working as
a general landscaper. Albert met Evelyn
Rogers, the love of his life and his sweetheart,
at church and later went to work in the
construction field for the man who would become
his future father-in-law, the Reverend J. A.
Rogers. Reverend Rogers was instrumental in
Albert’s development of a deep understanding of
the construction business. Again demonstrating
his enterprising nature and the call of God in
his very young life, Albert became a licensed
minister with the Pentecostal Church of God at
the very young age of 17.
During his twenties, Albert worked for Del Pero Mondon in
Marysville and was employed for 13 years as a
meat cutter and later a truck driver. While
driving truck, Albert enjoyed the opportunities
the job presented to meet people and share a
laugh. Albert had an engaging personality and
loved telling jokes to make everyone smile.
Upon leaving Del Pero Mondon, Albert elected to pursue construction
as a full time venture and founded Knox
Construction which he operated for over 45
years. As in his teen years, Albert was not
satisfied with just one venture; he and his wife
Evelyn owned R & K Auto Sales in Yuba City,
Marysville and Woodland. He also was the owner
of U-Save Auto Rental in Marysville and
Woodland. It was during his time in the car
business that Albert developed an affinity for
Chevrolet Corvettes. Albert would show, as well
as race, Corvettes within the Western States and
Canada. Because of his hard work and
dedication, as well as a love of interacting
with others, Albert served as president of the
Italian Racing Team which has chapters in seven
western states and Canada. He also served with
distinction as vice president for the California
Auto Dealers Association.
In his later years, Albert moved to the Redding, California area
and continued with construction activities until
he retired. Never one to sit around and relax
in his retirement, Albert took a part time
position delivering medicines to convalescent
homes in Redding and Weed. Retirement did give
him an opportunity to enjoy relaxation on his
motorhome located adjacent to the Rogue River in
Oregon. Albert also enjoyed boating and hosting
friends and family on his patio boat.
Albert’s life was exemplified by the scriptures
in Isiah 3 and 4: “You
keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts
in you. Trust in the
forever, for the
is an everlasting rock”. (ESV)
Albert’s passing will be a tremendous loss to his family and
friends, however his warm, engaging spirit will
be remembered by all with whom he came into
contact and will keep him alive in our hearts.
We can be confident that he is waiting for us in
heaven, but in all likelihood is keeping busy
telling jokes to the saints!
Albert was predeceased by his parents, brothers Arvil, Hugh and
Harold and sisters Ruby and Katherine. Survivors
include his wife of many years, Evelyn, three
daughters Judy, Berniece and Tammy , several
grandchildren and great grandchildren and the
many family members and friends who were blessed
by having known and been loved by him.
"It is always hard to hear
news like this but especially at this time
of the year. ... My condolences to his
family and friends... "
you for the notice. So sad..."
Loretta Carroll (Burks)
"... We will be praying for the Knox family
at this sad time."
Barb Pelascini (Boyd)
Nov. 28, 1940
Marysville, Yuba County, California, USA
Feb. 16, 2012
Lane County, Oregon
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
HARRISBURG -- The funeral will be
at 10 a.m. Wednesday, Feb. 22, at West Lawn Memorial
Park & FuneralHome in Eugene for Alice Morris of
Harrisburg, who died Feb. 16 of breast cancer. She was
She was born Nov. 28, 1940 in
Marysville, Calif., to Elva and Harriet Robinson
Lewellen. She married Bill Morris on Oct. 26, 1990, in
She taught kindergarten at South
ills Assembly of God Church.
Survivors include her husband; a
son, Daren Houts of Silverton; three daughters, Laura
Houts Mason of Bay, Ark., Cheryl Houts Plaggmier of
Tualatin and Constance Houts Cook of Sylvester, GA.; 10
granchildren; and one great-grandchild.
Burial will be at West Lawn
Memorial Park in Eugene.
West Lawn Memorial Park
Eugene, Lane County, Oregon, USA
Created by: Jan
Record Added: Feb 24, 2012
Find A Grave Memorial # 85642583
Bonnie Marjorie McCaughan
Grandmother, Mother, Sister, Aunt, Cousin,
Classmate, Friend Bonnie Marjorie McCaughan Northan
passed away peacefully with her son Michael Northan
by her side on Monday, November 26th, 2012, at 4:55
pm in Reno, Nevada. Her unfailing sense of humor and
love from family and friends helped her through a
long battle with Parkinson's and Cancer.
of Edward Pitzer McCaughan and Marjorie Evelyn Roof
McCaughan, Bonnie was born in Oakland, California,
on September 16th, 1941, and spent most of her life
on a peach and walnut ranch in Gridley, California.
She received a B.A. in English from the University
of California, Berkeley, and a teaching credential
from Chico State University. She taught elementary
school for more than a decade, in the Bay Area and
Reno before returning to Gridley and eventually
taking over the family ranch and her mother's
Bonnie was a
generous, loyal, life-long friend to many in the
Gridley community, where she was an energetic force
in a variety of civic organizations such as Quota
Club, Beta Sigma Phi, Tiny Tots, the PTA, Boy
Scouts, soccer and any activity involving her sons.
She loved trout fishing, baking, Frank Sinatra and
decorating the house for the holidays with an
extensive collection of nativity scenes that came
from her travels in Mexico and Europe.
survived and greatly missed by her sons Michael
Gordon Northan and Brian Edward Northan, their
father Gordon Northan, daughters-in-law Corie Zam
Northan and Amanda Johnson Northan, grandsons Caige
and Greyson, brother Edward J McCaughan and his
partner John Kaine.
service will be held at the Presbyterian Church in
Gridley on Saturday, December 22nd, 2012, from 11:00
to 12:00 a.m., followed by a celebration of her live
at the Moose Lodge in Gridley.
Celebration of Life
December 22, 2012
Gail Pfister on the
Rev. Frank Stenzel
"Hark The Herald
Angels Sing" - Gail Pfister
Open to congregation
Rev. Frank Stenzel
"Silent Night" -
Rev. Frank Stenzel
Luncheon to follow
service at the Moose Lodge in Gridley
(Written and read by Groverlee Dahl)
Since E.J. and Mikey first asked me to
talk today, I have been worrying about
what I should say, and if there is any
way I can get through it without being a
Bonnie was more than just a friend to
me. She was a huge puzzle piece in what
is me, and without her I am feeling
pretty darned incomplete.
Michael and Bonnie started kindergarten
together so he grew up being Bonnie's
friend, but for me it wasn't really
until Erick and Mikey started Tiny Tots
together. She came and sat down next to
me at that first meeting and instantly
one of the best friendships in all
history was cemented right then and
I remember that we were trying to be the
perfect Tiny Tot moms so when they asked
who would provide the refreshments for
the next meeting, our hands went up. We
didn't know what we were in for. Bonnie
said since it was going to be in
October, we should serve homemade
pumpkin pie. I told her "I don't make
pies", but she said "Don't worry... I'll
make the nine pies... you bring whipped
cream and the beverage. It looked like
it would be the easiest thing going.
But... the meeting was a Trent's
house... I don't remember Trent's last
name, but the father was a finance guy
at the Medical Center I think, and they
were Latter Day Saints.
Well, what will we have to drink with
pumpkin pie? I got calls from Mormons
saying it would be at Trent's house and
we wouldn't serve coffee, would we? And
calls from others that said you'll
certainly serve coffee, won't you?
Well, this was all new to me. I'd heard
about Mormons from Mike Potoski, but
until I started visiting Gridley from
Kings County I had never heard of them.
In fact I first came in the early
sixties and when I went home, I told
everyone you guys even had an LSD
Church. You see, I lived ten miles from
Kettleman City and we only had one
little Community Church, and every four
years they would send us a different
minister so we'd be Presbyterian for
four years, then Baptist for four years,
then something else for four years... it
didn't seem all that impossible. It
seemed we'd just all meet on the porch
and find out if we said "Forgive us our
trespasses" or "Forgive us or debtors!"
Anyway, in an effort to please everyone
at the Tiny Tot's meeting, we had iced
water, hot apple cider, coffee and tea.
I served out of Bina's beautiful silver
coffee servers, and Bonnie brought
Lennox for the pie! It was such a change
as two years later, by the time I was
president of Tiny Tots, it was "everyone
bring your own beverage to the Tiny tots
building and somebody will bring the
Bonnie and I were so much alike in so
many ways... both teachers... both
dreamed of daughters someday... but were
blessed only with boys. We shared that
with Judy Eggers as well, and between
the "Three Momskateers" we had seven
boys. That pretty well meant our lives
would be consumed with cub scouts, boy
scouts, little league, and skinned
I remember when Erick was in about fifth
grade he came home and at dinner told us
that Chris Christ, Chris Eggers, Mikey
and he were talking at lunch at school
and decided they could characterize each
person's mom, by the way she made a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Chris
Christ's mom would take out the bread,
jelly, peanut butter and a knife and
then everyone would have to make their
own. Chris Egger's mom, Judy, would make
them but you would have to eat the
crusts and listen to her telling you
about the nutritional value of whole
wheat bread and peanut butter. Erick
Dahl's mom would make the sandwiches and
then cut them into little shapes of
bunnies and duckies and Volkswagen bugs,
and Mikey's mom would start getting all
the stuff out and stop and say, "Oh
hell... let's just go for pizza!" For
eleven year olds, they pretty much
It was a time before seatbelts, and
Bonnie and I would throw our four boys
in a play pen in the big red bus, give
them some 8 tracks of Sesame Street, and
three times a year we would take off to
Bonnie's cabin at Moose Camp. The guys
would follow later. On Memorial Day
weekend and Labor Day it was all about
trout fishing, and Bonnie was great at
it. I was more like the kids... a few
casts and I was ready to swim, but she
and Michael were all business when it
came to fishing. I remember Michael
making Mikey clean his fish and he
gagged and wretched the whole time.
Brian kept saying the whole time "No,
Big Mike, I don't eat these... I only
eat SQUARE fish!"
Our other trip was one of the
President's holidays and that was always
snow, riding the snowmobiles, making
snow angels, eating snow ice cream and
watching Gordon and Michael "bowl" the
kids down the snowy mountains.
There were many pinochle games... until
Bonnie and I creamed the guys. In one
hand I had a double run in hearts and
she had the double pinochles. That
pretty much ended our pinochle games.
Another time I remember we played
Password. Gordon was to make me say "Wax
Museum". He said "Madam Tusadd", but I
didn't know what the heck that was, and
kept saying words like "bordello" or
"French". Instead of saying a different
phrase for a clue... like "candle
statues"... he would just repeat,
LOUDER: "Madam Tusadd... Madam Tusadd..."
We laughed about that so much and
sometimes when Bonnie and I would get
frustrated about something, we'd look at
each other and yell "Madam Tusad...
I know of no better friend than Bonnie.
She was bright, funny, clever, and
generous to a fault. We would go to Reno
with Marge and Harold and Bonnie would
insist that we "split our winnings". For
us that meant about two dollars and
fifty cents and with her it would be
She was involved in about every good
thing this community had to offer and if
it wasn't a time when I was involved in
school I would join her. I remember we
were the old biddy ladies in the GHS
Variety Show for many years... even
after our boys had graduated. People
would ask us why we weren't in it
anymore and I'd always say: "When life
began to imitate art it was time to
I remember so many good times with
Bonnie. Summer days when Michael would
help with the peach harvest, I'd help
Bonnie get the invoices out and then
we'd swim with the kids until we turned
Bonnie was at Cal Berkeley in the
sixties, but she was no 'Flower Child'.
She said that she must be "generation
challenged" because her heart throb was
Once we went to see "Ol' Blue Eyes" and
we were seated in the front row. Bonnie,
my sister from another mother and
father, looks at me and says: "Grovey...
if you have anything to say to me in the
next two hours... say it NOW!
I also remember the time when we were
all at the coast and Judy asked me if
I'd noticed anything wrong with Bonnie.
Of course I never saw ANYTHING WRONG with
Bonnie. She told me "I think that she
has Parkinson's!" Oh, how I wish Judy
could have been wrong, just this once,
as it was Parkinson's that robbed Bonnie
of so much of what made her "Bonnie".
Her mind continued to be so bright, but
her body just wouldn't cooperate. So
many times something would come up about
people in Gridley, or what store used to
be where, or who ran some business, and
it was always: "We'll ask Bonnie",
because she always knew!
When she sold the ranch and moved to a
care facility in Reno, Michael and I
promised we'd try to make it to see her
every month. Over the four years, we
only missed twice... once with terrible
storms and once during election time
when Michael had to work.
In the first three and a half years we
took her to shows, to dinner, and of
course to gamble every time, and she was
so lucky... and she loved it so much.
When she got so frail, we were afraid to
transport her, and we couldn't lift the
heavy wheelchair into the van, so we
would order meals in and visit as we
watched T.V. We were able to hug her and
tell her how much we loved her every
time, even on the day she died.
Like me, Bonnie was always the crazy one
that got the crazy job... the clown in
the parade, or the goofus in the scout
skit. When she was the pickle in the Red
Suspenders Parade I promised her that
someday she would be the princess, and
she did manage to be the Gridley Woman
of the Year.
I also told her that I would have to be
good enough to get to Heaven so I could
help her carry her robe and crown up
there. I don't know if I'll make that,
but I know that Bonnie will make a whole
lot of good friends there, and they'll
feel privileged to help her. In fact, I
think if "Ol' Blue Eyes" can make it to
Heaven, it is safe that I'll make it.
One thing is for sure... if he
there, she has found him by now, and
she's thinking "Yeah, this IS Heaven!"
She was the best friend, the best mom,
the best classmate, the best community
helper, the best daughter, the best
sister that anyone could ever imagine.
She loved her boys and her grandkids so
much, and she loved ours as well. She
will forever be a huge piece of me and
Now I will not have to wait to go to
Reno to talk to Bonnie... I can talk to
We love you Bon, and will miss you so
(Written by Peggy (Haller) Neves - Read by Michael
In this season of
reflection, I am surprised just how many memories there are on which
to reflect. Thank God that there are so many good things to
remember, because there are some memories that cause one to stop and
measure just where one stands at this point in life.
How lucky we were to have
had Bonnie in our lives! Such an intelligent, clever, compassionate,
spirited, giving person. No one deserves an illness such as
Parkinson's, least of all Bonnie. But our Bonnie lived it with
courage and grace.
My memories of Bonnie start
in kindergarten in Gridley. from there it seems that Bonnie was an
integral part of life through the grade school years and even
through high school. Oh! What a reader she was! I remember in third
grade when Miss Dow would direct her to reread a page so it would be
understood by all the others in the group... why did Miss Dow do
THAT? Walking home from school, we would stop by the office to say
hi to Marge and Virginia, Bonnie's aunt. Blue Birds at Joanie's
home, (now and then), dance lessons, and oh what fun to go to
Bonnie's to roll that giant water tank around the yard!
Every time I travel up the
hill to Almanor I remember slinging the only fish I have ever caught
on the bank on Deer Creek and staying in those tiny cabins
at the Deer Creek Lodge. There were a few years when there was a
group of us, the gruesome foursome as Doris Anderson referred to us,
that skated wildly around town, probably chewing gum and sporting so
many skinned knees. Wonder where those skates and the keys are?
Attending Sunday school and
Bible school taught us concepts that we probably used all our lives.
With Bonnie's mother at the helm of Rainbow for many years, Bonnie
spearheaded so many projects to benefit others both as Worthy
Advisor of the Gridley chapter and later as a national
representative. While I was marching in the high school band, Bonnie
and the other cheer leaders were whipping up enthusiasm in the
stands; they were great, especially considering they were wearing
those cumbersome cheerleading uniforms!
Our paths crossed only a few
times in our college years, with Bonnie busy at UCB.
I found some of our wedding
pictures with Bonnie as one of my bridesmaids. Bonnie always was
there to help and join in the activities adding that bit of humor
that could ease a tense situation.
At our reunions Bonnie was
the same spirited person she always was and it was good to see her.
Her presence always seemed to make the party complete.
I visited Bonnie in Reno; we
reminisced over good memories and I marveled at her "you're not
going to get me down" attitude. I waited too long for my next visit.
I'm hoping that this sketch
of my relationship with Bonnie rings true. One does forget or
misconstrue some facts when those memories are within a 70+ year
time span. I am wishing I could be at Bonnie's memorial service.
Since Art's death last June I realize that choices must be made -
and family matters trump all else.
My heartfelt condolences go
to E.J., Brian and Michael and your families.
Peggy (aka Margaret)
years with Bonnie
classmate Linda Koehler Hughes
fortunate to be in Gridley at the time of the recent
memorial service for Bonnie McCaughan Northan. As I
listened to many classmates tell of Bonnie during
her early school days and of her subsequent
activities as a young mother, I realize that I knew
little about those times and experiences. I had
attended school with Bonnie for only four years.
entered high school from Manzanita Elementary
School, joining the class of 1959 amid the confusing
blur of adolescent hijinx and hyper-emotions.
During those four formative years, it seemed we
spent considerable time on such critical matters as
the color of lipstick and color of cars, length of
skirts and length of essays. Hours were spent
wondering who would sit next to whom and who would
not sit with him or her. Homework, tests and grades
were important but equally important was the
non-curriculum business of growing toward
four years were a time of our growth as individuals,
a time of deciding what was important in the long
run, of who we wanted to be in our school and in our
future life. My most valuable and immeasurable
lessons acquired during those four years came
through people-watching, self-reflection, some
book-learning, occasional bruises to my ego, and the
direct acknowledgement or support of one person,
whether a friend or teacher. Many of us can point
back to a moment when Bonnie, so quietly, offered
that invaluable and lasting gift.
seems that Bonnie had grown to be an adult while we
were still learning the dance steps. During those
short four years, I came to know Bonnie as a
classmate who valued honesty and fairness, who
accepted responsibility, and who valued each person
as they were. These character traits have kept me
out of trouble in life, or have helped me get out of
trouble I have found myself in. I am sure that is
true for many of us.
taking one page out of Bonnie’s playbook, here’s a
high-five to classmates and friends for being who
you are. And remember to be generous with
humor…..it lightens life’s burdens.
Family and Friends:
have fond memories of Bonnie, either as classmates
in school or friends and co-workers later in life.
She was a classmate of mine for our twelve years in
Gridley schools. In later grade school she was every
boy's sweetheart because she was a lovely young lady
that always had a great smile and a kind word for
you. For everyone.
memory of Bonnie was when we started the first
grade. She was absent the second day of school when
a new girl joined us. It was Kathie Cushman, first
cousin to our classmate Daveine Cushman. On the
third day Bonnie and I were standing at the door
when Kathy started to enter the room and Bonnie
insisted that she must be lost and was in the wrong
classroom. I came to Kathy's rescue as I remembered
her from the day before, so Bonnie welcomed her in.
I don't know if Bonnie ever knew that Kathy
appointed me as her Knight in Shining Armor that
year because of that event. Kathy's family moved to
Redding and I only saw her once after that. She
married Mr. Sam Butcher, the man that created all of
the Precious Moments characters. Kathy succumbed to
cancer several years ago.
Christmas morning when I may have been ten years old
my brother Cody and I received an RCA record player
that played 45 RPM records and plugged into the
radio for great sound. We were given the opportunity
to go into town to pick out some records. This was a
first for us. The store was the McCaughan's music
store, and when we were there, Bonnie was there with
her parents. She seemed to know all about the music
business. I was impressed. We selected some records
that still exist in the family treasures, but the
record player gave up its life through constant
usage over many years.
especially remember a special time when Mr. Slagle
in the seventh grade asked several students to join
him on a Saturday to go out and locate a destination
for future field trips. Mr. Slagle was just fresh
out of Chico State and was a scientist trapped in a
teacher's body. He loved science, and that meant
most of his students gained a keen interest in
especially honored to be selected to be part of the
small excursion and Bonnie was one of the girls that
was in the group. We had a lovely day, and I was
thrilled to have the whole group stop by our ranch
where my mother offered hot cocoa and everyone
jumped on that chance. Dad was in the house with a
foot in a cast and he and Mr. Slagle got along very
nicely. I remember Bonnie and my mother visiting
like they were long, lost friends. Bonnie always
fitted in with others, no matter who they were. I
was so amazed that Bonnie seemed to enjoy tramping
around in the country, looking at natural habitats.
I mean after all... she was a girl! I did not
realize she grew up on a farm too.
miss Bonnie, and will continue to miss her for a
long time. She made a very lasting impression on us
all. Please accept our deepest sympathies for your
loss, and know that she has found peace at last.
- Nancy (Justus) Melton remembers the time in high school when they
danced in sarongs to the tune of Bali Hai.
- Barbara (Moon) Gately
and LaVonne Sprattling both had vivid memories
of being in Rainbows with Bonnie.
Tracy True Newton
(Part of Tracy's service brochure)
If I knew it would
be the last time
That I would see you fall asleep
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would
be the last time
that I see you walk out the door
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would
be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise
I would video tape each action and word
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would
be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you",
instead of assuming that you would know I do.
If I knew it would
be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can just this one slip away.
For surely there's
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always
be another day
to say "I love you",
and certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But in case I might
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
(This was written and read
in the service by Steve's
I am Anita Pantaleoni
DeMarais, the oldest in our family. Steve was Raymond and my
little brother - always in my mind he was our little brother -
the tow-haired boy. I was six years older than he, and, so, many
times he was my responsibility. I think that I never got over
that feeling of "watching over him." One job of mine was to rock
the cradle because he would not go to sleep without someone
rocking him and holding his hand.
Steve always moved
quickly - remember how he walked? He did not just walk into a
room, he flew into a room - then he would sit down just for a
few minutes because he had to leave - "you know it is a busy
time of year - yeah, we are really busy." Good grief, he even
found January to be a busy time.
Even as a little boy,
he did everything fast - maybe it was because he was trying so
hard to keep up with Raymond and our cousins. Our mother said
Steve was rambunctious - just never slows down! And he was a
cute little boy - just full of love and so easy to love.
A man of many
strengths and interests. He was an excellent athlete receiving
two offers of football scholarships in high school. His love of
sports never waivered.
An outdoorsman he was
also. Every Friday afternoon in the summer by 2:00, he had that
dear Jennifer ready to go to Buck's Lake for a weekend of
fishing.Duck hunting, pheasant
hunting. He loved it all, but for all this masochism, he loved
seeing a flower bloom and knew the names of most flowers - he
loved his yard, liked to barbecue, liked to decorate his house.
defender of the National Rifle Association - hard worker -
believed in taking care of oneself and family - never ask for
anything from any government. Never owe any man.
And no one could
embellish on a story like Steve! He would tell the same old
stories over and over, and we would laugh and laugh! You
probably had to be there, but please bear with me as I recall
some of his stories - the night Ronnie Earl fell in the hole my
dad had dug for a new septic tank - Steve thought that was the
The time he and
Raymond got caught smoking cigarettes (which Raymond made Steve
take from Daddy's carton) - Mom was so angry she was shaking -
our dad thought it was pretty funny - until he realized that the
Camel cigarettes were his!
The time they "shot an
arrow in the air and it landed I know not where" except it
landed in Sharon's head. She was probably only 4! However, Steve
said he had told her to get away!
I have learned he
could tell a pretty good story of me trying to learn to water
ski! I never did learn.
Then there was the
time he and Raymond stole Mrs. Shepherd's barn door to use as a
backboard for a basketball hoop. And, of course, Raymond made
Steve carry the door. Steve said that he looked like Jesus
Christ carrying the cross. Never had we seen our dad so angry
because stealing was the worst.
Like I said, you
probably had to be there, but I can just see him telling those
Our son, Charlie, said
that Steve lit up a room and he did!
A good man - generous
to a fault without most of us knowing about his generosity.
Every Christmas we ladies of the family would get a bag of
beautifully cracked walnut halves - imagine - sometimes he would
throw in canned peaches that only the farmers reeived.
He remembered flowers
for our parents' graves.
He was generous with
his time as is shown by all the different boards on which he
served - the water district, Manzanita School Board, Peach
Advisory Board and so on.
A good man - a man so
happy with his life's profession - he was a farmer through and
through and loved it. I think that no one appreciates nature and
the seasons as much as a farmer unless it is a gardener or
seaman. In winter with trees dormant - the pruning etc. to
prepare the trees for harvest - in spring, surrounded by the
beauty of the blossoms - the summer harvest - and fall when the
He really enjoyed
having coffee every morning with his friends at the Gridley
But what we remember
most is his capability for loving - his love for his dogs -
Peaches, Peaches II and Peaches III.
His farm workers - he
appreciated all of you and your hard work for him., and your
loyalty, and he respected you. I do not know you except I heard
the name Chino mentioned who I think is retired now, and, of
course, we all know Paula and Zoya.
But it was the family
he loved so deeply. He was a good son and brother, a wonderful
uncle, and a fun brother-in-law.
He was so proud of his
grandchildren, and you children will not appreciate that love
until you have grandchildren of your own.
Your grandfather knew
what you were doing all the time - he really did. I understand
that he did his best to go to all your ball games, sometimes
three a day. He told me many times that "I thought the season
was over, but so and so made the All Star so I have a few more
games to see." This year it was Colby.
Steve was happy that
Dominik is going to play football this year, and he said, "You
know that Trenton took all those AP classes, so he will be
starting UCLA as a sophomore!"
He really liked when
he could pick the children up after school.
Darin and Dino - you
were his joy and his greatest gift from God. He loved you both
so much. He loved your wives Amanda and Chrissie as if they were
his own daughters. You must treasure this always.
He was very, very
proud to see you both graduate from college and become the
successful men you are, but mostly, he was happy to see you so
happily married and with loving children.
And Jennifer. These
past 14 plus years you gave him were his happiest. You gave him
a home, someone to be with him at the end of his day. You said
that you never minded doing things for him because he asked you
in the nicest way. You made him laugh. I know you said that he
did the same for you so that is even better.
As for Raymond, Sharon
and me - one quarter of us is gone, but we are so grateful to
have had that one quarter in our lives.
BOYD CYRUS SANNAR, JR.
Gridley Herald, The
Posted: Friday, May 07, 2004 - 11:22:28 am PDT
A Private Family Service will be held for Boyd Cyrus
Sannar, Jr., 63, of Gridley. He died on Tuesday, May 4,
2004 at the Mercy General Hospital in Sacramento.
He was born on February 15, 1941, in Sacramento, one of
three children born to Boyd and Bernita Sannar. He was
raised in Gridley, attended local schools and resided in
Gridley all his adult life. He served in the U.S. Air
Force, stationed stateside. He was a life-long member of
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
He was preceded in death by his parents.
He is survived by one brother, one sister, two uncles,
Ray Sannar of Gridley and Orville Sannar of Loma Rica,
CA and one aunt, Carolee Sannar of Gridley. He is also
survived by numerous cousins.
Contributions to The Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter-day Saints Missionary Fund are suggested by the
family and may be left in care of the Gridley-Block
Private interment will be in the Gridley-Biggs Cemetery.
Arrangements are under the direction of Gridley-Block
Neal Alan Shackleford,
passed away December 29,
2012, at the age of 71, at
Biggs Gridley Memorial
Born March 25, 1941, in
Carnegie, Oklahoma, Neal was
the seventh child of Viola
May and Robert Yates nine
children. He was known by
most people as Buffalo. Many
who had the opportunity to
know Neal knew he had a big
heart and easy going nature.
He was a simple man who
loved spending time with his
friends and family. He
enjoyed deer hunting,
fishing, camping and
listening to music. He was a
loyal 49er fan and loved
watching football. He was
one of the original members
of the Monday Night Football
Club where he spent many
years attending games and
events. He was loved by many
and missed by all who knew
Neal Shackleford is
preceded in death by his
parents, Viola May
Shackleford and Robert
Yates, brother Jay
Shackleford and sister
Luella Miller.He is survived by his
lifelong friend and ex-wife,
Patricia Shackleford; three
daughters: Lorie, Lani (and
grandson) and Jennifer
Hudson (and grandson Hunter
Hudson, and granddaughter
Rylie Hudson). He is
survived by two brothers:
Dennis Shackleford and
Robert Shackleford; four
sisters: Betty Hankins, Sue
Mund, Kay Williams, and
In lieu of a formal
memorial the family and
friends would like to honor
Neal's wishes with a simple
celebration of life to be
held at Stan's Lounge
Sunday, January 6, 2013, at
2 p.m. For more information
please call 518-8742.
to hear about Neil. I would see him
often out and about; during our
conversations he always seemed in good
spirits despite his health
Penny (Anderson) Wickman
"Mom told me about Neal. So
sad. When we were growing up he was like
a family member. He even taught our
sister, Dianna, to drive. Lots of good
memories about Neal."
Loretta (Burks) Carroll
is so sad to hear of losing another
classmate, even though I have lost touch
with so many over the years.
for including the yearbook picture -- I
would not have remembered him from the
picture in the obit."
Barb (Boyd) Pelascini