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NECROLOGY
Friends That We Have Lost

 

Sadly, as you know, we have lost some of our classmates.
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 deepest sympathies,
and we miss our classmates very much. 
Ken.Smith1@comcast.net


 
Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon

 

 

 

Date: March 4th, 2016

 

 

(Read more about Whitey here.)

     

 

 

 

 
Will Chenoweth

 

 

 

Date: August  2015

 

 

(Read more about Will here.)

     

 

 


 
Marvin Harris

 

 

 

Date: June 3rd,  2015

 

 

 

     

 

 

 
 
 
Lily Borrowman Baker

 

 

 

Date: February 25th, 2015

 

 

 

Ten classmates met together yesterday, March 3rd,
for a memorial for
Lily (Babe) Borrowman Baker. 
 
It was a nice ceremony at the Mormon Church.
 

 

 

 
 
Joe Wallace

 

 

 

Date: February 2015

 

 

Joe 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 here.)

 

 
 


Judy (Richins) Numbers
 

 

 

Date: March 2014

 

 

Contact:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 


Neal Shackelford
 

 

 

Date: December 29th, 2012

 

 

Contact:

 

 

 

 

 

(Read more about Neal here.

 

 


Bonnie (McCaughan) Northan
 

 

 

Date: November 26th, 2012

Contact:

 

 

 

 

 

(Read more about Bonnie here)

 

 


Alice (Lewellen) Morris
 

 

 

Date: February 21, 2012

 

 

Contact:

 

 

 

 

 

(Read more about Alice here)

 

 

 


Barbara Wolford
 

  Date:  Sometime in 2012
Contact:

Reported to Howard by Barbara's husband.

 

 


 


Sharon (Grof) Staten
 

 

 

Date: December 18th, 2011

Contact:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Steve Pantaleoni
 

 

 

Date: August 9th, 2011

Contact:

Steve's family can be reached at:

     Dino Pantaleoni

     PO Box 1346

     Gridley, CA   95948

(Read more about Steve here)

 

 

 

 

Jim Jensen
 

 

 

Date: May 28th, 2011

Contact:

Children Matt, Greg and Shannon can be reached at:

     Matt Jensen

     1501 S.W. Highland Ave.

     Redmond OR  97756

 

 

 

 

Tracy True Newton
 

 

 

Date: March 14th, 2010

Contact:

 

(Read more about Tracy here)

 

 

 

Gary Richey
 

 

 

Date: November 23, 2008

Contact:

 

 

 

 

Boyd Cyrus Sannar Jr.
 

 

 

Date: May 4th, 2004

Contact:

 

 

 

(Read more about Boyd here)

 

 

 

Dwayne L. Copelin
 

 

 

 

Date: February 18th, 2002

Contact:

(Read more about Dwayne here)

 

 

 

Nina (Mills) Cummings
 

 

 

Date: July 20th, 1996

Contact:

 

 

 

(Read more about Nina here)

 

 

 

Fairell Ferguson
 

 

 

Date:

Contact:

 

 

 

 

Janice (Francis) Haynes
 

 

 

Date:

Contact:

 

 

 

 

Alton McDonald
 

 

 

Date:

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Larry Vander Ploeg
 

 

 

Date:

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Stanley Williams
 

 

 

Date:

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More Details about the friends we have lost
(in alphabetical order)


Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon
Will Chenoweth
Dwayne L. Copelin
Alice (Lewellen) Morris
Bonnie (McCaughn) Northan
Nina (Mills) Cummings
Albert Lee Knox
Tracy True Newton
 Steve Pantaleoni 

Boyd Cyrus Sannar, Jr
Neal Shackelford

Images taken at these services can be found under "REUNIONS", then under "Occasional Gatherings"

 

Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon                       

 

Elvin F. "Whitey" Brogdon

passed away on March 4, 2016,

after a courageous battle with Lewy Body Dementia.

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 Brian.

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                          

 

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.

 

 

Dwayne L. Copelin                           

Notice: ( http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=44167358 )

Dwayne L. Copelin
 

Birth: May 29, 1941
 
Death: Feb. 18, 2002
 
Burial:
Live Oak Cemetery
Live Oak
Sutter County
California, USA
 
Created by: Kenneth Arnold
Record added: Nov 10, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 44167358

 

 

 

Nina (Mills) Cummings                                                             

Notice: (posted in a newspaper in 2011)

Nina (Mills) Cummings

7 - 21 - 42        ~        7 - 20 - 96

    It's been fifteen years
since you left our side to
join our Heavenly Father.

May God bless you always.

Everyday we miss you
and our love for you
remains closely in our hearts.

Daughters ~ Jackie, Jamie & Jerry Ann
Grandson ~ Brian
Brothers ~ Dan-Sharon, Bob-Kay & family
Niece ~ Shannon-Hector & Family
Aunt ~ Ima  & family

 

 

Albert Lee Knox 

Notice: From Albert's Family


Picture taken January, 2013

Albert Lee Knox

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 Lord forever, for the Lord God 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.

 

 

Remembrances:

"It is always hard to hear news like this but especially at this time of the year.  ... My condolences to his family and friends... "                                                                                       Joan Francis (Murschel)

"Thank you for the notice. So sad..."                                      Loretta Carroll (Burks)

"... We will be praying for the Knox family at this sad time."                     Barb Pelascini (Boyd)

 

 

 


 

Alice (Lewellen) Morris
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Birth:                  Nov. 28, 1940
                        Marysville, Yuba County, California, USA
Death:                 Feb. 16, 2012
                        Oregon, USA

The Eugene Register-Guard
Lane County, Oregon
Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Alice Morris

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 71.

She was born Nov. 28, 1940 in Marysville, Calif., to Elva and Harriet Robinson Lewellen. She married Bill Morris on Oct. 26, 1990, in Springfield.

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.

Burial:

West Lawn Memorial Park
Eugene, Lane County, Oregon, USA

Created by: Jan
Record Added: Feb 24, 2012
Find A Grave Memorial # 85642583

 

 

Bonnie (McCaughan) Northan     
   
OBITUARY

Bonnie Marjorie McCaughan Northan

Our beloved 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.

The daughter 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 bookkeeping service.

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.

She is 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.

A memorial 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. 

 

BONNIE NORTHAN

Celebration of Life
December 22, 2012

Prelude:

Welcome:

Hymn:

Obituary:

Remembrances:

 

Open Sharing:

Words of Encouragement:

Video Tribute:

Hymn:

Closing Prayer:

Announcement:

Postlude:

Gail Pfister on the organ (846-3735)

Rev. Frank Stenzel

"Hark The Herald Angels Sing" - Gail Pfister

Michael Dahl

Michael Dahl
Groverlee Dahl
Frank Delgado

Open to congregation

Rev. Frank Stenzel

By family

"Silent Night" - Gail Pfister

Rev. Frank Stenzel

Luncheon to follow service at the Moose Lodge in Gridley

Gail Pfister

 

Remembrance: (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 blubbering idiot.

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 there.

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 Oreos!

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 knees.

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 pegged us.

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... Madam Tusadd!"

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 hundreds.

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 stop. "

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 into prunes.

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 Frank Sinatra.

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 is 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 my family.

Now I will not have to wait to go to Reno to talk to Bonnie... I can talk to her anytime.

We love you Bon, and will miss you so much!

Grove

 
Personal Letter:    (Written by Peggy (Haller) Neves - Read by Michael Dahl)

To Bonnie's Family:

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.

                                                                                                   Love,

                                                      Peggy (aka Margaret)
 

 

Personal Letter:

Four years with Bonnie

From classmate Linda Koehler Hughes    

I was 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.

I 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 adulthood. 

Those 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.

It 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. 

So, 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.

 
 
Personal Letter:

To Bonnie's Family and Friends:

We all 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.

My first 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.

One 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.

I 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 science also.

I felt 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.

We all 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.

                                                                       Ken Smith

 
Notes:
  • 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                                                                                     

 

 Poem: (Part of Tracy's service brochure)

If I Knew

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 always tomorrow
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 be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

.                                                unknown

 


 

Steve Pantaleoni          
                               
Remembrance:  (This was written and read in the service by Steve's sister Anita)

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.

Staunch Republican, 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 funniest thing.

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 stories.

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 trees rest.

He really enjoyed having coffee every morning with his friends at the Gridley Grill.

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                               

Obituary: ( http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=23555367 )

BOYD CYRUS SANNAR, JR.
 

Birth: Feb. 15, 1941
Sacramento
Sacramento County
California, USA
Death: May 4, 2004
Sacramento
Sacramento County
California, USA
  Burial:
Gridley-Biggs Cemetery
Gridley
Butte County
California, USA
  Created by: Melissa Lively Sherry
Record added: Dec 25, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 23555367
 

 


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 Funeral Chapel.

Private interment will be in the Gridley-Biggs Cemetery.

Arrangements are under the direction of Gridley-Block Funeral Chapel.
 

 

 

Neal Shackelford     

Neal Alan Shackleford, passed away December 29, 2012, at the age of 71, at Biggs Gridley Memorial Hospital.

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 him.

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 Rhonda Williams.

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.
 

 

Remembrances:

"Sorry to hear about Neil. I would see him often out and about; during our conversations he always seemed in good spirits despite his health problems."                                                                               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

"It is so sad to hear of losing another classmate, even though I have lost touch with so many over the years. Thanks for including the yearbook picture -- I would not have remembered him from the picture in the obit."      
                                                                                                           Barb (Boyd) Pelascini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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