In Memory Of Our Departed Shipmates
Their Spirits Are With Us Forever
Stephen Michael Bradley 53, of Quincy, MA passed away October 1, 2009 at Quincy Medical Center. He was born April 16, 1956 at Camp Zama, Japan. He graduated the US Naval Academy in 1978 and served for 9 years with a rank of Lt. Commander.
Stephen had a masters in Nuclear Engineering and was later employed with Rockwell, L-3 Communications, Systron Donner and Draper Laboratory, MIT. Stephen will be remembered for his magnetic personality, his ability to make you laugh and his love for his children, mother and brothers.
He was preceded in death by his father, Earl N. Bradley in 1993. He is survived by his mother, Miyoko Bradley of Yuba City; 3 brothers: David Bradley of Yuba City, Richard Bradley of Red Bluff and Kent Bradley of Ft. Collins, CO; and his 2 children, Dane and Gina of Yorba Linda, CA.
A memorial service will held Friday, October 9 at 2:00 pm at the Cornerstone Evangelical Free Church, 700 Washington Ave, Yuba City. Burial will follow at Sutter Cemetery in Sutter. Military honors will be provided by the US Navy. Arrangements are under the direction of Ullrey Memorial Chapel. Send & Read Condolences at www.appealdemocrat.com.
Mr. Danny Goepper Brogdon, Jr., age 55, of Auburn, GA passed away on Wednesday, November 16, 2011. He was preceded in death by his parents, Dan and Marilyn Brogdon. He is survived by his wife of thirty-two years, Beth Brogdon, Auburn, GA; daughter and son-in-law Katie and Justice Beaver, Auburn, GA; son, Dan G. Brogdon III, Auburn, GA; grandson, Gabriel Mason Beaver, Auburn, GA; sisters, Dana Brogdon, Buford, GA and Becky Puckett, Buford, GA; brother, Mark Brogdon, Buford, GA; uncle and aunt, Jake and Janis Davenport, Chattanooga, TN. Mr. Brogdon was born March 16, 1956 in Buford, GA. He was a 1974 graduate of Buford High School and a veteran of the U. S. Navy attending Indianapolis Naval Academy. He was a member of Sugar Hill United Methodist Church. He was retired from PFAFF Industrial as sales purchasing manager. He was an avid fisherman and coached Little League football and baseball. Funeral service will be held Monday, November 21, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. at Sugar Hill United Methodist Church in Sugar Hill, GA with Rev. Jerry Meredith officiating. Interment with military honors will follow at Level Creek United Methodist Church Cemetery in Suwanee, GA. The family will receive friends at the funeral home on Sunday from 2:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m.Arrangements by: Junior E. Flanigan of Flanigan Funeral Home and Crematory, Buford, GA, 770-932-1133.
Mark Fairman Bunting 1956 ~ 2011
After a courageous battle with cancer,
our loving husband and father passed away July 7, 2011. He was born in
Bethesda, MD, to Curtis and Arva Bunting on August 23, 1956. A graduate
of the US Naval Academy, Class of 1978, his career as a Naval Flight Officer
spanned twenty years, ten Active and ten in the Reserves. He served as a
Naval Aviator in VA-176 (1981-84) and VA-34 (1987-89).
Upon retiring from the Navy, Commander Bunting began his second career
as a commercial pilot for Northwest Airlines. He married Patricia Ann
Poulsen on August 20, 1994. Together they had three beautiful children
who survive him, son, Koda Luke (age 10), daughters Kaila Fray (age 9)
and Kylee Ann (age 4). In addition to his children, he leaves behind his wife
of 17 years; a special son Fernando (Mary) Simao and daughter Corinne;
mother-in-law Bobbie Poulsen; sister Sue (Nicolaos) Alexopoulos; nieces,
nephews, and many dear friends. He is preceded in death by his parents.
A Funeral Mass will be celebrated at St. Thomas More Catholic Church,
3015 East Creek Rd., Sandy, on Saturday, July 9th at 12:00 Noon.
Reception to follow. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in his name
to the American Cancer Society (www.cancer.org) and Blessed Sacrament
Catholic School (www.blessedsacschool.org) The family wishes to thank all
of the professionals involved in Mark's care for the last three years.
Arrangements entrusted to Starks Funeral Parlor. Online condolences may
be offered at www.starksfuneral.com.
William Sleeth Countryman, 51, of Graham, North Carolina, a beloved and devoted husband and father, passed away Monday, Nov. 20, 2006. Bill was born in Kokomo, Indiana. He was the son of the late Anna Lou and Highley H. Countryman. He was raised in Palatine, Illinois where he attended Palatine High School. He was a member of the National Honor Society and the football, wrestling and track teams. He received two military appointments and selected the U.S. Naval Academy where he graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Systems Engineering. He was then commissioned into the U.S. Marine Corps where he received his pilot”s training at Pensacola Naval Air Station. He served with distinction in Grenada, Beirut, Lebanon and many other overseas locations flying Cobra helicopters, frequently off of aircraft carriers. Bill finished his service at Camp LeJeune, N.C. at the rank of Captain as an Air Officer, Second Battalion, Sixth Marines. He was passionately involved in ministry with his fellow marines through the Navigators Military Ministry. Since moving to N.C., Bill and his family have been members of Antioch Community Church in Elon. Bill loved the Lord Jesus Christ with all of his heart. He demonstrated this by serving all of those around him. Bill was employed by AW North Carolina in Durham as a production planner and was greatly respected by his fellow employees. He will be remembered by all those who knew him for his love of family, his generosity of spirit, his caring for others and his devotion to God. He is survived by his beloved wife Phyllis, sons, John, Christopher and Michael; daughter, Caroline, all of the home; brother and sister-inlaw, Andrew and Antoinette Countryman and nieces, Cecilia and Rachel, all of Chicago; mother-in-law, Grace T. White of Burlington; aunts, uncles and cousins. His many friends, co-workers, fellow church members and his family greatly miss him. A memorial service will be held on Sunday, November 26 at Antioch Community Church in Elon at 2 p.m. with Pastor J. Mark Fox officiating. The graveside service will follow at Alamance Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, donations are being made to Antioch Community Church, 1600 Powerline Drive, Elon, N.C. 27244 for the Countryman family. Condolences may be sent to the family at firstname.lastname@example.org
Craig H. Cowen, 53, of Gibsonia, formerly of Annapolis, Md., died Monday, Aug. 10, 2009. Beloved husband of Lisa (Weber) Cowen; loving father of Rachel E., Brian W. and Meghan E. Cowen; brother of Carol C. O'Neal, of Coppell, Texas. There is no visitation. A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday in Cross Roads Presbyterian Church, 3281 Wexford Road, Route 910, Gibsonia, PA 15044-6149. Arrangements by GEORGE A. THOMA FUNERAL HOME INC., Wexford, PA 15090. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh Foundation - Cancer Research, 1251 Waterfront Place, Floor 5, Pittsburgh, PA 15222-4209.
Christopher John Davidson passed away on Friday, October 24, 2014 after battling an illness for five years. Loving, caring husband, father, son and brother. He is survived by his wife of 27 years Anne Knight Davidson, his children Elizabeth and Michael, his parents Dick and Shirley Davidson and his siblings Phil Davidson (Tracy) and Susie Martin (Roger). Son-in-law of Chuck and Joanne Knight. Awesome brother-in-law, uncle and friend to many. Chris was a 1978 graduate of the United States Naval Academy and served in the US Navy for seven years. Following his naval career as a Submariner, he joined Ameren UE where he continued his employment until his passing. He enjoyed swimming, spending time in Michigan and following the St. Louis Blues. Services: A Memorial Service will be conducted at the Episcopal Church of St. Michael and St. George, Wydown at Ellenwood, Clayton on Saturday, November 1 at 10:00 a.m. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be given to Brain Cancer Research at Siteman Cancer Center, Washington University, CB 1204, 7425 Forsyth Blvd., St. Louis, MO 63105-2161, or to the Episcopal Church of St. Michael and St. George. A SERVICE OF THE LUPTON CHAPEL - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/stltoday/obituary.aspx?pid=172946499#sthash.h7plLBhR.dpuf
BARTH W. DOROSHUK (Age 54) On Friday, January 1, 2010 of Bethesda, MD. He is survived by his wife, Catherine Picken and his daughters, Megan and Rebecca Doroshuk. Barth is also survived by many relatives and friends. Friends will be received at PUMPHREY''S BETHESDA-CHEVY CHASE FUNERAL HOME, 7557 Wisconsin Ave., Bethesda, MD on Wednesday, January 6, 2010 from 7 to 9 p.m. Service will be held at Bethany Community Church, 15720 Riding Stable Road, Laurel, MD 20707 on Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 11 a.m. Interment private. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made in his honor to Association of Late Deafened Adults, 8038 Macintosh Lane, Rockford, Ill. 61107. Please view and sign the family guestbook at www.pumphreyfuneralhome.com.
Captain, USN (Ret.), 57, of Lakeridge, Virginia (formerly of Chicora, Pennsylvania) died February 15, 2013 unexpectedly at home. He was a 1978 graduate of the United States Naval Academy as well as a 1985 graduate of the Naval Postgraduate School in Monterey, California. He served 27 years in the United States Navy and retired as a Captain. Fuzz joined Alion Science and Technology on January 25, 2010. He managed several important programs for Alion and the Navy, including CG(X) DDG51 and most recently IWS3.0, the Navy's Surface Weapons Systems Program Office.
Fuzz was an active member of Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton Catholic Church in Woodbridge, Virginia, serving as a Eucharistic Minister and a member of many committees. He was also a member of the Knights of Columbus.
He was preceded in death by his father and mother, the late James T. and Mary C. Foley of Chicora, Pennsylvania.
Fuzz is survived by his wife, Lorrie; son, Kevin, and daughters, Erin Roche, Meghan, and Lauren of Northern Virginia.
The family will receive visitors Thursday from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. at Miller Funeral Home, 3200 Golansky Blvd, Woodbridge, Virginia.
The funeral Mass will be held at 11 a.m. Friday at Sacred Heart Catholic Church, 12975 Purcell Road, Manassas, Virginia. The reception will be held immediately following in the Church Social Hall.
Contributions may be made in the form of Mass requests, donations to Sacred Heart Catholic Church or the Knights of Columbus Assembly Number 1443.
Bobby Layne Garcia, 52, passed away on April 5, 2007, in Jacksonville, Fla. He was born Oct. 29, 1954, in Huntsville, Texas to Bobby "Chico" Garcia and Elizabeth Hernandez Garcia. Bobby Layne was an Eagle Scout, a gifted artist and loved playing baseball and rugby. Bobby Layne graduated from Huntsville High School in 1973, participated in the marching band, playing the tuba and was a Hornet baseball player. After graduation he attended Texas A&M his freshman year and was a member of the A&M band. In 1974 he received his Congressional Appointment to the United States Naval Academy and attended the Naval Academy. He graduated from Texas A&M University in 1978. Bobby Layne married Kate Higgins in 1983 and together they have four children, Alexander Garcia (22), Nicholas Garcia (20), Olivia Layne Garcia (18) and Jamie Garcia (11). Bobby Layne worked twenty years for the United States Postal Service. He was a strong Christian man, loved serving God and attended the Jacksonville Church of Christ. Bobby Layne was preceded in death by his father, Bobby Alexander "Chico" Garcia. He is survived by his wife and children; his mother, Elizabeth H. Garcia; his grandmother, Librada Hernandez; four siblings, John Garcia, Rebecca A. Zuniga, Genevieve "Ginny" Mayes, Larry A. Garcia; and numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Services were held in Jacksonville, Fla. on April 7, 2007, at the Jacksonville Church of Christ.
George W. Giltzow of Elgin; Beloved husband of Theresa (nee: Vanoni); Loving father of Rose and Robert: Dear brother of Barbara MacFarlane. He was a commercial airline captain and was a Lieutenant in the Navy. Visitation Monday 3:00pm – 9:00pm at the Countryside Funeral Home 950 South Bartlett Rd.(at Sterns Rd.), Bartlett. Service Tuesday 11:00am with internment to follow in Mt. Hope Cemetery.
Age 52, passed away Friday, January 13, 2006 at McLaren Regional Medical Center due to a blood clot, as a result of his recent hip replacement surgery. Mr. Gerald Douglas Goodwin was born January 4, 1954 in Flint, MI, the son of Titus and Mary Ann (Gatlin) Goodwin. He united with Mt. Zion Missionary Baptist Church at an early age. Gerald graduated from Flint Northern High School, "Class of 1972". During his high school years he was very active in sports. He served in the U.S. Marine Corps as a Corporal and excelled at the Naval Academy Prep School in both football and wrestling. At the Prep School he inspired many of his contemporaries and they remembered him as a person of the highest integrity and a superb athlete. He was accepted to the U.S. Naval Academy where he played football. He set a record by scoring four touchdowns against Virginia in 1975. He also attended the University of Michigan-Flint. Gerald was employed as an electrician for General Motors Corporation for over 28 years, working at Buick City and Lake Orion Assembly Plants. On September 26, 1987, Gerald was joined in Holy Matrimony to Ms. Paula Kennedy. He was a loving husband and father to Sherrise Wright, Damian and Ricky Kennedy. Gerald was an avid motorcycle rider. His travels included yearly trips to motorcycle shows in Wisconsin. Internment is at the River Rest Cemetery, G-4413 Flushing Road in Flint, MI.
Retired Navy Cmdr. Arthur Craig Griffin, 46, of Annapolis, died of cancer Jan. 25 at his home.
Cmdr. Griffin was born Sept. 14, 1956, in Atlanta, Ga., and received his bachelor of science degree in engineering and technology from the Naval Academy in 1978. He received a master's degree in strategic intelligence from the Defense Intelligence College in 1984.
During his career he served as the Naval Attach” to Germany and was commander of the Naval Liaison Group Mediterranean in Naples, Italy. He was the intelligence assistant to the commander of the 7th Fleet in Japan and executive officer of the USS Excel. A decorated veteran, he was the recipient of the Meritorious Service Medal and many Navy commendations.
At the time of his death, he was president of the Naval Academy Class of 1978. He was an avid golfer.
Surviving are his wife, Erin Ann Griffin; one son, Midshipman 2nd Class Jeff Griffin; one daughter, Jenna Griffin of the home; and his mother, Fay Copley Griffin, and one brother, Christopher Bruce Griffin of Atlanta, Ga. He was the son of the late Richard T. Griffin.
A memorial service will be held at 11 a.m. Feb. 18 at the Naval Academy Chapel, with inurnment in the Naval Academy Columbarium. Arrangements are by Taylor Funeral Home. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Naval Academy Foundation Athletic and Scholarship Programs, 291 Wood Road, Annapolis, MD 21402.
Lt. Alan Hammond Winchell USN was killed with his crew in a helicopter crash on 9 June 1986 off the coast of Florida during a training exercise. A memorial service was held on 16 June at the NAS Patuxent River chapel and burial services with full military honors were later conducted at Arlington National Cemetery.
Born in Watertown, New York, Hammond graduated from the Naval Academy in 1978. After graduation, “Book” earned his wings in Pensacola, Florida in 1980.
He was then attached to HSL-31 before going to HSL-35 at North Island, California. During that time, he completed deployments with the USS Cook (FF-1083) and USS Harry W. Hill (DD-986). His superior performance and airmanship led to Lt. Hammond’s selection to the U.S. Naval Test Pilot School at NAS Patuxent River.
Graduating from the Test Pilot School in 1985, Lt. Hammond joined the Rotary Wing Aircraft Test Directorate where he was program manager for the SH-60B helicopter. He has been awarded the Navy Expeditionary Medal, the National Defense Ribbon and the Sea Service Ribbon.
Lt. Hammond is survived by his wife Julia Ann, his parents George and Irma, two brothers Robert and David, and three sisters Edie, Deborah and Hope.
A Good Lesson for Mids ... and For Us AllBy Randy Harper '71"As far as I am concerned, Tommy Harper can stay here until he either dies, or graduates."-Rear Admiral Kinnard McKee, Superintendent, United States Naval Academy, 1974"The personal courage of Tom Harper is a hallmark of this class."-Opening remarks of Rear Admiral Kinnard McKee, Commencement, Class of 1978With many other new Plebes, Tom Harper arrived in the Yard in 1973, fresh out of a stellar year at NAPS and eager to prove his athletic ability as a Navy football player. And prove it he did, as George Welsh tapped him to be the starting tight end just before the Michigan game. A freshman, a Plebe, starting for Navy? In 1973 at least, that was something! Tom was psyched for the engagement, and his performances in the early practices for the contest with the Wolverines went very well. He caught every pass thrown anywhere near him, and destroyed any and all defenders who had the misfortune of being his blocking assignment. A Firstie, crushed by a big Plebe who would smile as he took you down? This guy should have been playing for Notre Dame, Penn State or Texas... but he chose Navy. He was well liked and respected by all the players on the team.The gown was too small, and I thought I'd break the sleeves as I bent over and put on my black socks, the green garment tight at the elbows and bunching up under my armpits. The bottom didn't even cover my knees, and I was glad to be wearing shorts, because the lower portion of my rear end was clearly out in the open. I left the exam room and went through the double doors again to x-ray, my left hand grasping the front of the gown above my naval as I tapped the wall of the hallway every so often with my right. Here was a big football player; waiting for a flight to go play national power house Michigan, dressed in black socks, skivvy shorts, and a green hospital coat that was slit open down the middle, too tight and way too short. I passed too many people in the hall and half ran, half skipped to quickly close the door of the x-ray room behind me."You're the Navy football player, huh?" the technician on duty asked as he was fiddling with the machine. Unfortunately, Tom never played against Michigan in 1973, and in fact never again wore a Navy game jersey after September of that year, until 19 April 2002.The Michigan hotel lobby wasn't crowded, and not many people were at the registration desk, just a few feet from where Sandra Welsh was sitting. It was quiet the night before the game, and Sandra shared her husband's intensity for the next day's contest.Red Romo was talking to Dr. Eichelberger. Sandra smiled upon seeing their friendly faces across the lobby. She saw Red acknowledge something to the team doctor, but Marty had his back to her, and he entered an elevator as she got up and walked across the library. Red gave her a chagrined look when he saw her approach, the elevator door closing behind them. He had told her earlier that I'd missed the flight, saying only that l had to go to Bethesda to get a groin injury checked. "One of our ball players has cancer" "Tommy Harper?" "Yes, they've removed a tumor. Marty says they think it's malignant." Tom Harper was a relatively young man of 48 years when he passed away on Friday, 12 April 2002. It marked the end of a remarkable physical journey that began almost thirty years ago. With the support of the Naval Academy, his family and many understanding friends, along with good doctors and nurses, Tom beat the advanced cancer that had attacked him as a 19 year-old plebe. The water spray hit me directly in the face, the pellets rinsing my hair and rolling down my back. I felt as if I'd jumped into a clear, cold pool on a hot summer's day. The hospital soap made excellent lather, the suds clinging to me, and I washed twice and then again, standing lazily under the nozzle for several moments, the soap suds making swirls around the ceramic tile and gurgling away down the drain. I had to hold on to the vertical, two-foot-long stainless steel bar attached midway up the shower wall. My God, was I weak! My muscles felt flabby, and it was difficult to stand. I lowered the cover to the commode, sat on it, and gingerly dried my toes, spending almost an hour in the little bathroom. I was sure Navy would do well against Syracuse the next day, and I had to get back in shape. I'd missed a full week of class now, and it would take at least a couple of weekends to catch up. I had to get back to the Academy, back to playing football, and maybe these goals shielded me from everything the hospital was doing. Bethesda was just another obstacle, and l thought then that chemotherapy was just another hospital procedure. l was too naive. "Tom, the disease has spread to your lungs-all throughout your lungs. It's gone farther than we anticipated. Of course, additional surgery is out of the question for now." The x-rays Dr. Timmons held looked as if someone had blasted my lungs with a shotgun full of quarter-sized tumors. Defeating cancer had cost Tom the effective use of one lung, but he persevered. He persevered to suit up again for Navy during the spring football drills of 1976. He returned to the squad, his blue-chip status a memory, and forced himself to re-enter the field of play. He persevered to complete a 10 K that had been named in his honor, finishing dead last in the He survived to graduate, prosper as a Navy Supply Corps officer, business executive, Little League leader, Atlantic Coast Conference football official and most importantly, a father. He made over 300 speeches for the American Cancer Society. He persevered to complete many Division 1 NCAA college football games as an official, sprinting through four quarters with many Florida State receivers, to collapse later, alone in his car. He persevered to survive a heart attack in his mid-thirties, brought on by the experimental, but necessary, treatment he had received for cancer. Not surprisingly, he suffered the attack while lifting weights. "The news keeps getting worse," was all I could say, shrugging and looking at my sister, who gently held my hand. I could tell she was worried about something, but there wasn't anything I could do to make her feel better. I'd be in the hospital even longer now, but l was happy the next operation had been canceled. They wouldn't have to split my chest open, and maybe that meant there was a good chance I'd get back to the Academy soon. l didn't know that the surgery had been intended to stop the disease from reaching my lungs. The cancer was already there. The news wasn't getting any better, although the doctors were positive and cooperative and the facility was ideal. Testicular cancer is typically a young man's disease, and a military hospital like Bethesda would experience more of it because of the relatively young age of men in the U.S. military. The relatively larger number of Bethesda cases, though actually infrequent, had resulted in this hospital having the best treatment available. The spread of this cancer, though, would have made it all hopeless had it not been for my family's deep faith, the support of the Academy, and at the time, my self-centered attitude toward life-the Naval Academy and football, in particular. On 18 February 1999, Tom, vice president of marketing for Universal Systems Inc. (now known as Integic) went into bypass surgery, still asking questions about the software needs of the hospital. He went in with his usual confidence and ”lan, declaring that he was looking forward to it, because when he recovered, he would be back to dunking the basketball, beating his boys on the court, and spanking his brothers whenever they were in Purcellville, to visit. He was a lean 210 pounds, filled with a competitive spirit and style that gave him an edge in the cut-throat software business where he had carved a solid niche. l was doing better than some others in the ward. There was an older gentleman, a retired admiral, who died a little every day-a proud man, still resolute despite the disease which raged within him. We talked a lot, but l mostly listened as he told of his wartime experiences and of past fellow officers now dead, the exploits garnished over the years. He knew he was going to die and resigned himself to that fate. What was inside him would kill him and was something over which he felt he had no control. The old admiral would lie in bed, at times taking an interest in all the newspapers and magazines that cluttered the top of his small, movable vanity. He'd moan during the night, and l tried to help, holding him tightly as he'd cry on my shoulder, waiting to die. I was only a Plebe. Tom never recovered from the surgery in early 1999. Instead he entered another chapter of his remarkable life, beginning a three-year odyssey that should not have lasted but for three days. Twice in the few weeks after the surgery Tom's beloved wife, Lynn, was asked to get their boys, to say goodbye. The extent of the 1973 damage to Tom's pulmonary system was more than anyone had anticipated-his body was not responding as it should. The early goodbyes proved unnecessary-Tom simply, wasn't ready to go. He should have gone by any medical measure. Arrangements were in place, and he couldn't speak, but he kept himself alive by his sheer will and indomitable character. He chose to fight, again. I had a new problem if l was as sick as everybody said. I would be discharged from the Academy, and then what would I do? Go to some veterans' hospital in California? Hang around my room in San Mateo? No longer be a football player? No longer be a Midshipman? But maybe I would be dead before it came to all that. Many people seemed to think so. I talked with Dr. Timmons about it, and while he was sympathetic he was also realistic, saying that he hoped nothing like that would happen, but it was a distinct possibility. I mentioned this to Coach Welsh and Commander Smith, and they both said they would help me, but I knew there was only so much effect their influence could have. The Navy's Bureau of Medicine was faceless to me, and if Admiral Mack couldn't help, I would no longer be a midshipman.../ lay in bed thinking about that. It was a quiet afternoon, my therapy over for the day, and l was tired, not really hungry, and wondered how long it would be before I could leave Bethesda. My upper chest felt as if it was falling down to my groin. I was queasy, weak, and as I touched my hands together my fingernails came off. It wasn't painful. They just crumbled softly between the sheets and onto the floor. For 38 months Tom was connected to machines and equipment that kept his body breathing and functioning. His world went from visiting boardrooms around the country to the interior confines of his home, shrinking gradually from the whole down-floor expanse to his bedroom. His independence, his professional stature, his active role as a loving husband and father, his ability to play and have fun, his dream to be the caring, country gentleman with the beautiful landscaped estate all these left him, gradually at first, but then completely gone The final score was Navy 51, Army 0. The game was dedicated to me at the pep rally the day before, and a large sheet poster with my name on it hung with all the others in the Bancroft Hall rotunda- "Beat Army for Tom Harper" it read, the words intermingled with other portrayals of our supremacy over West Point. l received several telephone calls during the next few days, everybody from Annapolis calling to cheer me up and telling me not to worry. Worry? Worry about what, l thought? And Phil Nelson finally told me what happened. An over exuberant cheerleader had grabbed the microphone during the Pep Rally, exclaiming to the excited crowd in front of him that the game was dedicated to Tom Harper, a Plebe football player dying of cancer. I had no intention of lending any accuracy to that well-meaning dedication. His weight went down to almost 100 pounds. His body began to resemble the haunting corpses from Dachau, pallid flesh wrapped around bone-on-bone. At times he was so weak he couldn't hold his head up. He went from a shuffle walk to baby steps to not walking at all. At first he relied on a vent machine to give him some relief from the laborious process of breathing on his own, forcing and thinking about each breath, hour after hour, day after day, month after month, until finally the constant "wheez-wheez-wheez" of the vent machine was with him all the time and everywhere. "What did you say, Doctor?" "Tom, today's your birthday, right?" "Yes." "I have the best present you'll ever get. You were sound asleep when Admiral Mack called. He told me to tell you that you could come back to the Academy whenever you're ready." Early-on he tried to exercise, using an indoor bicycle machine. He bragged once on improving from four to five minutes, for one revolution. His abdomen would swell, his feet would swell, his "gluteus maximus" evaporated into sharp points of pain. Constant invasions were made into his body, to drain liquids, to suction material from his lungs, to check his trac, and to insert a feeding tube. Infections would come and go, with varying degrees of intensity and effect. Pneumonia was a constant threat, as well as depression. Tom felt at times his affliction was not only destroying him, but also his family.I knew it was time when Captain Forbes, the commandant, also watching that afternoon's practice, commented to Carol about the length of my hair, telling her that the Academy couldn't let up on me once the academic year started. I wanted to stay with my class-1977-but it would be difficult...My new classmates were talking about things I had already done. I'd had my Plebe Summer, and while at Bethesda and living with the Smiths was encumbered by all the rituals of that fourth class year.. .I was introduced to the new Plebes as a turnback.. .It took a couple of days for me to move back into Bancroft Hall, and both Sandra and Carol were there to help. It was hard moving all my gear, my lungs aching with the exertion, and I wondered how I was going to handle the rigors of fourth class year if merely moving my belongings was hard work. Sandra Welsh thought it was a strange sight; who at the Academy had ever heard of the wife of the head football coach actually helping a 20-year-old Plebe, who wheezed, huffed, and puffed like an old man, haul his belongings into an elevator and up to his room? Through it all, Tom remained mentally sharp, with clarity of purpose, irrepressible attitude and sense of humor. He studied and knew the purpose of each foreign device attached to his body-how it should be put together, operate, be disassembled for cleaning, and reassembled. He dealt with the pain and boredom, the hopeless feeling of being alone and many times being unable to move, a clear mind encumbered with cold, biological apparatus whose operation would interrupt the stillness of the night-every night, winter, spring, summer, and fall. Most of my uniforms had to be retailored because of my weight loss, and I was still wearing the loose-fitting summer whiteworks when the Brigade switched to blues. This was a sore point with Twelpin*,and he picked up on it about the time a heat rash developed on my right thigh and along the lower side of my back. He was after me in particular to wear the service dress-blue uniform for evening meals and grew increasingly irritated when I kept telling him that my blue uniforms were being "recut," He'd say every day, "I want you in the proper uniform, Mr. Harper. What is this?" Perhaps it bothered him that I stood out in the squad, a fourth-classman in white, off-balance with the dark blue attire of everyone else. I put toilet paper under my clothes to conceal the rash, keeping it from moving through to the surface, as I was bleeding from the irritation. My roommates, Buck Wickland and Andy Cuca, would help me undress during come-arounds, peeling off my trousers with fresh paper ready, my skin rough, ugly in places, with little bubbles and pockets that oozed a clear fluid and a yellowish substance along with the blood. l had the shingles-herpes zoster aggravated by the chemotherapy, as painful a hurt as I had ever experienced, and now I had to juggle that along with the chemotherapy, hospital routine, nausea, sickness, academics, and my Plebe rates. My lack of a proper uniform started to wear thin with some of the other upperclassmen in the company, adding fuel to Twelpin's* interest, and when my clothes finally arrived from the tailor shop clean, reshaped and freshly pressed-I gingerly pulled the virgin material of my trouser leg over the tissue and freshly carved skin. The shingles were ugly, and running sores were on the flank of my thigh, slivers of pain shooting up and down the middle of my back. My tie, shirt, blouse, spit-shined shoes, and cap went together well, and I proceeded to visit Midshipman First Class John Twelpin*. "Mr. Harper! You look great! So professional!" he said, scrutinizing me from head to toe. l wanted to reach out and grab his tiny throat. "Just fine, Mr. Harper, just fine. Don't you feel better?" I didn't smile as I looked into his eyes, my face expressionless while the insides of my wool pants rubbed my thighs raw. "Yes, Sir. l feel great." I went back to my room, each step feeling like my legs were being pushed across broken glass. Andy Cuca helped me into a chair, my face ashen white and palms covered by sweat from the outside of my fists. I undid my belt buckle, and Andy pulled at the bottom of the trousers as I eased out of the top. There were pieces of bloody skin on the inside of the seat, as if somebody had spilled raspberries all over the inside of my pants and then stepped on them. "My God," Andy said, but l finally had the upper hand on Twelpin*...I was readmitted into the ward that night. Tom dealt with it by teaching himself to become a gourmet cook, a connoisseur with unique culinary expertise. He dealt with it by staying on top of his boys' sports and academics, and those of their teammates. He dealt with it by laughing heartily when told his application to be a Chippendale had been turned down. He dealt with it by engaging with vigor in verbal volleyball with his brothers and oldest nephew regarding the relative merits of the Fightin' Irish of Notre Dame, the Texas Longhorns, the Big 12, any team in the ACC, and when Navy was going to win a football game. He dealt with it by making mail delivery the highlight of his day, and was rewarded ten-fold with communications of love and concern. He dealt with it by communicating with his tongue, moving it against the roof of his mouth, the "click-click" sound always strong, timely and coming your way. Admiral Mack was pointing at me, as he did with all midshipmen, in the direction of truly knowing a sense of duty, but more importantly he was helping me in goal orientation, as my preoccupation with the challenges of Plebe Year kept my subconscious from emphasizing cancer. When told I couldn't do what I wanted to do because of the therapy, I took it as a personal criticism, putting me on the offensive, to fight and regain lost ground. I worked with Dr. Perlin and Dr. Ruppenthal on the response to the Medical Board inquiries, the input going through the Academy staff and on to Washington. Although they could have discharged me at any time, or kept me in the Navy until therapy was completed before discharge, Admiral Mack sold them on the idea of letting me stay. As long as I kept up they would retain me, sufficient enough reason to approach the tasks of fourth class year without dwelling on the fact that I'd been through some of it once before...I couldn't have received better cooperation from the leadership at USNA because they didn't let the medical opinion tell them what to do. Most importantly, Tom dealt with it by accepting the support of his family, parents, siblings, co-workers, classmates, and many friends. They would do whatever they could, and did not hesitate to help him with even the most basic of his needs. It was tough for many, but those that loved him never turned away, any embarrassment for patient or provider acknowledged, accepted-and dealt with. His wife, his sons, his siblings-they would massage his feet, clean his trac, move his arms-for Lynn, she did it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. For over three years, she never slept for more than four hours continuously, waken every night by some adjustment that had to be made to Tom's equipment. The effects of Tom's condition were just as difficult for her as it was for him. Relief was sporadic, but she endured. Charlie Tongue was the field equipment manager for the football team and was assigned the daily responsibility of taking care of the Navy mascot. Charlie was a 30-year veteran of the Academy, a short, heavy, jovial man with close-cropped hair and a twinkle in his eye. He was an accomplished handyman, driving an old pickup loaded with odds and ends and yard paraphernalia, and he would do anything for you, sparing the time from his home and beloved garden to help anybody out. Charlie was a cancer patient, but nobody knew too much about his treatment because he was quiet, always smiling, and in good spirits. He was a living example of positive emotion and just before his death, when he was given a game ball by Coach Welsh, in a poignant locker room meeting with the football team, I realized that the Naval Academy will always stand for something good. In October of last year, Tom was driven to Football Senior Night, his oldest son, Adam, the starting quarterback for a good high school team. His stood nearly erect by his wheelchair near the end-zone, slightly stooped over and accompanied by thin poles with the dangling connections of medical equipment, and accepted the handshakes of every senior on the squad. Someone commented, "There stands a Naval Academy graduate." Tom never had a prouder moment. Adam later gave Tom a framed print of Stonewall Jackson leading his troops into nearby Harpers Ferry, with the words "This reminds us of you, Dad-Thomas Jackson, at the head of the line, leading our family." I wasn't in many scrimmages during spring ball, and ended up finally on the fourth team. I remember one play distinctly-the same play I ran during practice almost three years earlier as a blue-chip Plebe, when I'd wiped out Chet Moeller, our All American safety. I tried it again, doing it the same way, but I couldn't make the block, my opponent tossing me aside to make the tackle. I was hit hard on a pass route the very next play, fumbling, and before hitting the ground I thought to myself, I never would have dropped the ball before. I'd caught a perfect pass in the Blue-Gold game, right over the middle, and there was one defensive back between me and the end zone, but I ran right toward him with my head down. He didn't tackle me-I tackled myself into him because I was too tired to make any moves and run any further. I remembered thinking then, as we both fell in a heap to the turf, that if this was three years ago, this guy wouldn't have had a chance; I would have scored. I walked back to the huddle, and Coach Spa looked quizzical, raising his eyebrows and saying, "That should have been a touchdown." "I know...tired," I responded with a sigh, the coach's look saying, "Tom, maybe one day you were good, but not now. Sorry." I had played football again, which was a goal, but deep down I realized I was no longer a good player. Cancer had taken away more than I realized. I telephoned the Welsh's from home, and after talking with Sandra I asked to speak with George, who, aware of my frustration, said, "Tom, you don't have to prove anything to us. The great thing is that you wanted to come out and play again. You were here the first day and every day, in pads, you did everything, you hit people. You made people believe." I didn't know what to answer, and when Coach Welsh invited me to join the team as a coach for summer practice, I accepted.The Harper household in Purcellville, VA, reconfigured to serve Tom with around-the-clock care, was full of medical equipment, oxygen bottles, emergency machinery and plastic tubing, all circulating around a patient either in an adjustable bed, shuffling from the bedroom to the kitchen, or somewhere in between. It was also full of children and teenagers, who would gravitate there despite the intensive care ward around which they would congregate. With every football, basketball or baseball game, many of the players would gather before and after and Tom would give his counsel. Tom had an embarrassing moment one day, to which his youngest son, Phillip, responded while cleaning, "Don't worry, Dad. We do what we have to do." Phillip's older brother, Nathan, always did what had to be done, taking care of his father's bedside and ambulatory needs every day and at any hour. Admiral Mack retired in August of that summer...and he wanted the new Superintendent, Rear Admiral Kinnard McKee, to be as supportive of my efforts as he had been...Commanders Smith and Renard were of the most help. They had discussed many ways of handling the new superintendent, and they were present at the meeting Admiral McKee convened before the start of academics where a decision had to be made. Was I to stay there, or was I not fit for duty? "Admiral," Commander Smith said, "the only thing that's keeping that boy alive, outside of his own courage and determination, is this school. Without it, it would not be very good, I'm afraid to say. This school...this institution, the Academy, gentlemen, is what's keeping this young man alive." Admiral McKee looked at everyone in the meeting, the grouping of senior officers in summer white uniforms accentuated by the dark green felt of the table around which they all sat. He paused briefly, then leaned back in his chair, saying, "Well, as far as I'm concerned, Tommy Harper can stay here until he either dies or graduates." At the beginning of this article I mentioned that 12 April 2002 was the end of a remarkable physical journey for Tom. While indeed it was, the spirit that was brought into the world on 12 December 1953 by Dorothy and Jackson Harper has no end. A Navy game jersey with "T. Harper" over the number "88" was given to his family at the celebration of his life at United Methodist Church in Round Hill, VA, on 19 April of this year. Tom's spirit is all around us, reflected not only in the faces of his sons, but also in the courageous attitudes and deeds of those who endure with perseverance the suffering and trials thrust a upon them. In this case, notably, Lynn. I had an extra instruction literature class the morning of the presentation but excused myself early, saying to the prof, "I've got to go meet the President." "Sure you do, Harper." he replied, and I couldn't help but grin as I left Mahan Hall to meet my parents at the Capitol Hilton. We met Admiral McKee there and Marvella Bayh, the wife of the senator from Indiana and a courageous cancer patient herself. We were driven by limousine to the White House, where we were shown to the Roosevelt Room. I was happy Marvella was there, as she had listened to several of my speeches and we often talked afterwards. She had a cancer far more advanced than mine, but she had resolved to get the most of each and every day. Rosalyn Carter came into the room, accompanied by some Japanese dignitaries, and was shortly followed by her press secretary, who informed us the President was ready to see us. The ceremony was a touching event, if only to see my parents in the company of the President of the United States. Everyone listened attentively as President Carter spoke and presented the award. I kept my comments brief, and no sooner did it seem we entered the White House than I was standing in the East Wing with my parents, the three of us alone, waiting for our limousine. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Mom said, "standing here in the White House, waving goodbye to everyone." Dad and I joined in her laughter. We were doing research for the 1984 book, I Choose to Fight-Tom Harper's Courageous Victory Over Cancer when Tom was still in the Navy in DC. One night he wanted to show me Bethesda Naval Hospital, where he had undergone treatment. I asked him how we were going to get into Bethesda so late at night and he replied with a nod and a wink, "No problem-I'm Tom Harper!" We went over to the hospital and Tom told the Chief on duty, "Chief-Tom Harper. I'm going to need 15 minutes or so to check a few things out. I know it won't be a problem for you!" With that, we went on a tour of the hospital area. I wanted to walk the same paths as Tom did many years ago, and we went deep into the facility. We ended up in the radiation therapy arena, which at the time you could view through small windows, looking down into a large chamber. The room was tiled all around-floor, walls and ceiling. The technicians could look down on an austere, single stark table accentuated by a single shaft of light. I remember asking Tom how he was able to handle all the therapy, particularly the consistent bodily abuse, probes, invasions, needles and such. I get psyched out a couple of weeks before getting a simple blood test. Tom replied that as far as his body was concerned, he would do his best, but that his body would do what it would do. He couldn't control that. He had to put faith in the doctors, nurses and other medical professionals. As far as his attitude was concerned though, he could control that, and as far as that was concerned... then he said four words very forcefully. During the course of Tom's recent treatment, I asked him basically the same question-how was he handling all the tubes, needles, charts, vents, probes and medical stuff he was hooked up to-it looked like something out of Star Wars or the underbelly of a KC-130 at night, where I had linked up once to get fuel. He took his pad and pen and wrote-"Remember Bethesda!" I wrote four words down on the pad, and showed it to him. He replied with a wink and a confident nod. Those four words he had spoken very forcefully way back when, as far as his attitude was concerned, were: ''I Will Not Fail!'' ...and he never did. I would have proven not only to myself but to many others that faith and support predominate any unseen foe. It was a personal commitment, a vow not to lose, to keep going through radiation and toxic drug treatment, harassment and academic pressure...It was a goal that meant something different than just being able to say I graduated from the United States Naval Academy. I did it with my body, my heart, and my soul, and with the many people who were an integral part of what the Naval Academy is all about. It was impossible not to think about dying from cancer, but it was possible to look past it. I didn't concentrate on dying. Everyone is required to get the most out of his or her life; to contribute something of quality and not to be judged by merely how long they live. I was prepared to die, but I refused to give in to that possibility... I would do it! I had to build myself up, increase my resistance, control my senses, my emotions, combine them into one tool to work for me...I prepared to die by preparing to live with determination, dedication, the support of others, and by the grace of God. I went through so much just to graduate and wanted to be part of what the Naval Academy stands for. Without... the contribution of my Academy family, I would not have had the tools to survive and compete with cancer on my own terms. This celebration...is my thanks to you for your love and devotion in helping me accomplish the goal that we set out to do years ago. When they tell you that you have cancer, you can give up or you can fight. I chose to fight ...I thank God for the strength He gave to you to give to me. During the course of his treatments, both in the seventies, eighties and from 1999 to 2002, Tom should have left us. Not once, twice or three times, but many, defying all medical opinion and practicality. During the last week of his life he was on 100% oxygen. His heart would stop but he would come back, fighting to the end, drifting in and out of consciousness with absolute determination. A little before noon, on 12 April 2002, God was making His daily rounds about heaven, as He is pre-disposed to do. As He usually does, He stopped by the new arrival section, and saw a man walking out of the mist towards Him. He was about 6'3", 210 pounds, a hint of a tan, a little thin on top, but accentuated nicely by a good moustache. He knew immediately who it was-Tom Harper. "Tom," God said, "When I originally called for you, I expected you to be here in ninety days. But it's been almost thirty years-what's the story?" Tom looked God straight in the eye, and smiling said, "Your Lordship, it’s not a problem (tapping on his watch) ... I've been on Tom Harper time!" Remarks from the Celebration of the Life of Tom Harper, Round Hill, VA, on 19 April 2002. Shortly thereafter, Tom's oldest son, Bill and his wife Laurie, were blessed with their first son. Appropriately, his name is Jackson.
SEAN T. HEALEY, 58, of Narragansett, RI died unexpectedly on September 12, 2014. He was the son of the late Judge Edward V. Healey and Lillian E. Healey (Devlin). He attended the U.S. Naval Academy and graduated from University of Rhode Island. He worked as a representative for Bankers Life and Casualty Company. He is survived by his daughter Devlin E. Healey, his son Sean W. Healey, his former wife Doreen Vanacore of Warwick and his eight siblings, Nancy J. Healey, Kevin F. Healey, Edward V. Healey III, Janice M. Healey, Michael J. Healey, Christopher D. Healey, Ann M. Donohue and the Very Rev. Bernard A. Healey as well as eleven nieces and nephews. Calling hours are kindly omitted. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Wednesday, September 17, 2014 at 10:00AM at Our Lady of Mercy Church, East Greenwich, RI. Burial is private. In lieu of flowers donations can be made to The Samaritans of Rhode Island, P.O. Box 9086, Providence RI 02940.
Services for Herb Jensen, 53, of Thomasville, are at 6 p.m., Sunday, Sept. 14, 2008, at Whiddon-Shiver Funeral Home Chapel. The Rev. Jacek Szuster will officiate.
Mr. Jensen died Sept. 11 at Doctors Memorial Hospital in Perry, Fla. Born May 22, 1955, in St. Paul, Neb., he was a son of Herb Jensen Sr. and Betty (BJ) Jensen both of whom survive. He was married to Paula Novak Jensen of Thomasville for 30 years.
He was a 1973 graduate of Seward High School in Seward, Neb., a 1978 graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Md., and received his master’s degree from Keller University in Downers Grove, Ill. He was an avid photographer, tennis player, was always on the sideline of his son’s TASA V-17 team as assistant coach and taking action photos. He was still teaching his daughter Kirsten his love of tennis. He was a wonderful husband and father. He always put his family first and was very involved in every aspect of his children’s lives. He attended St. Augustine’s Catholic Church.
Survivors include his wife, Paula N. Jensen of Thomasville; son, Bryan Jensen of Thomasville; daughter, Kirsten Jensen of Thomasville; his parents, Betty (BJ) and Herb Jensen Sr. of Grand Island, Neb.; brother, Dale Jensen of San Diego, Calif.; mother-in-law and father-in-law, Mary and Frank Novak of Baltimore, Md.; brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, Paul and Mary Ellen Novak and Rick and Teresa Novak both of Baltimore, Md.
The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 p.m., today at the funeral home. Whiddon-Shiver Funeral Home.
Randy Harrison Johnson, age 56, of Greenwich, died Friday, April 9, 2010 at the Justin T. Rogers Care Center, Akron.
He was born October 5, 1953 in New London, Ohio, son of the late Raymond H. and Barbara (Myers) Johnson. Randy was a 1972 graduate of Mapleton High School and attended the U.S. Naval Academy and the Ohio State University. He served in the U.S. Navy from 1972 until 1976. He had worked at Vandresser in Norwalk then at Roth Manufacturing in New London for several years. He loved golf, the outdoors and sailing.
He was a loving brother to Tena Pheifer and Janice Chandler both of New London; a loving uncle to 3 nephews, 1 niece, 3 great nephews and 2 great nieces; also survived by his close friends at the Greenwich Veterans home. He was preceded in death by his brother in law, James Pheifer.
A memorial service will be held at 11:00 a.m., Saturday, April 17, 2010 at the Eastman Funeral Home, 200 West Main St., New London. A private burial with military rites took place at Grove Street Cemetery, New London. In lieu of flowers memorials if desired may be given to the family in care of the funeral home.
William J. Kihn, 44, died Monday, July 19, 1999, at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago.
Born April 12, 1955, in Plainfield, N.J., he died Monday, July 19, 1999, at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago.
An area resident for the past five years, Mr. Kihn was a graduate of Barrington High School and went on to graduate from the United States Naval Academy with the Class of 1978. He served in the Navy for nine years. Mr. Kihn was a former employee of Harris Bank of Chicago and currently had been employed by IBM in Chicago as a computer consultant.
Survivors include his daughter, Allison Kihn; son, William Kihn; mother, Britt W. Kihn of Naperville; sister, Tracy Sandkam of St. Charles; and brother, P. Roger Kihn of Bremerton, Wash.
He was preceded in death by his father, William W. Kihn.
To the crew CARNEY, Commander Lanny L. King was “the Cap’n,” the best one they ever had. He chose them. He made them feel useful and important.
King was the prospective captain of the CARNEY, an Aegis destroyer nearing completion at Bath Iron Works. Since last September, he’d hand-picked his 300-plus crew from thousands of eligible sailors. And since April, he lived in Bath getting his first ship ready for the Atlantic.
It was the fulfillment of a boyhood dream. But two days after Thanksgiving he suffered a brain aneurysm and died 14 December 1995, at the age of 39.
“No one ever told me that I had to be miserable, so I choose to be happy,” King wrote in a memo to his sailors, laying out his command philosophies. Crewman said King followed that memo. He was consistently positive, they said. King led by giving each sailor the belief that he or she could do valuable work. He called it “forward leaning.”
And he cared about families, another of the points in his memo: “Ensure you take care of your family. If you have a problem at home, let someone on the ship know. Ask for time off if you need it. I am committed to you and your families. Let me know how I can help.”
Twice, King changed Navy policy, complaining to superiors in Washington, DC, that crewman attached to ships that were awaiting their formal commissioning deserved the same rights as other sailors, rights to getting a place in line for the military’s too few apartments and houses.
King was an 18-year career officer. His father was a Navy master chief with family in Fort Kent and Caribou. He called Hemingway, SC home. “His biggest philosophy on everything was family,” his wife, Virginia said.
An educational trust fund has been established for King’s two children. Those wishing to donate may send contributions to: Educational Trust Fund for the children of CDR Lanny King, American National Bank, U.S. Naval Station Mayport, FL, 32228-0065.
Dr. Ka-Yeung Kwan, age 56, passed away June 6, 2012 peacefully in his sleep at his Lincoln home. Dr. Kwan came to the US from Hong Kong in 1968, making Lincoln his life-long home. He graduated from Lincoln East High School in 1973 and was commissioned to the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, MD. He completed his undergraduate work at Kearney State College. Dr. Kwan graduated from UNMC College of Dentistry with honors in 1983 and was a respected Omaha area dentist for 29 years.
He was preceded in death by his parents Drs. Shiu and Majorie Kwan.
Survived by beloved wife Jeanne' Benorden- Kwan, unconditionally loved son Ben-Wei Kwan of Lincoln, dear friend/partner/employee of 20 years Tina Johnson of La-Vista, former wife Wei-Yun Tsai of Lincoln, brother and sister-in-law Ka-Hung and Cat Kwan of Highlands Ranch, CO, step-daughter and son-in-law Jill and Dale Jansma of Rock Rapids, IA, and step-grandchildren Dionne and Thane Jansma of Rock Rapids, IA.
His intelligent, friendly and easy going presence will be missed by countless family, friends and patients.
A Celebration of Life Memorial Service will be held at 2 p.m. on Sunday, July 22nd at Mahoney State Park Peter Kiewit Lodge. Family, friends and patients are all welcome to attend, (casual dress).
Memorials in lieu of flowers to be made to The University of Nebraska Foundation (Majorie Kwan Memorial Scholarship Fund #4429) 1010 Lincoln Mall Suite 300, Lincoln, NE 68508.
Michael Stanley Lax ’78
Michael Stanley (“Mickey”) Lax died on Friday, June 22, 1990, following a long illness.
Born on June 20, 1956, in Oakland, CA, to Edgar Leon and Gladys Helen (nee Ewing) Lax, Mickey grew up in a Navy family, frequently moving around the country. Upon his father’s retirement from the Submarine Force, the family settled in Orange, VA, where Mickey graduated from Orange County High School in 1974. While in high school, Mickey played baseball (his favorite sport), basketball, and football (co-captain senior year, playing both offense and defense). He also participated in several theater productions at school, including singing the lead in “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown,” as well as numerous other extra-curricular activities.
Mickey entered the Naval Academy with the Class of ’78 as a member of 15th Company, rising to become an out-of-company striper during First Class year. As a midshipman, he majored in American Political Systems. To all of his company mates, he was known as a quiet, meticulous, competent, and professional midshipman.
Upon graduation, Mickey attended flight school in Pensacola, FL, and earned his coveted Wings of Gold. He subsequently served as a LAMPS helicopter pilot with HSL 36. Among other assignments, his helicopter embarked on USS Boone (FFG 28), homeported in Mayport, FL, for a deployment to the Mediterranean Sea, Red Sea, Persian Gulf, and Indian Ocean in 1984. During this tour with HSL 36, Mickey famously executed a dramatic emergency landing onto a very surprised Spanish merchant ship, saving both the helicopter and his crew.
After leaving active duty, Mickey signed on with Abbott Laboratories while he continued to serve in the reserves. Not surprisingly, he quickly ascended to become Abbott’s #1 salesperson in the entire country.
At the time of his death, Mickey was survived by his parents, his older brother Andrew Lax, and his younger sister Susan Lax O’Brien. After memorial services in Raleigh, NC, and Roanoke, VA, Mickey was buried at Sherwood Memorial Park in Roanoke. His parents are now buried there next to him.
In fitting tribute, Mickey’s love of baseball lives on in his namesake nephew, Mikey O’Brien, currently a Double-A baseball pitcher for the Trenton Thunder (New York Yankees).
Mickey loved his family, his friends, the Naval Academy, and his country. He was proud to have served in the United States Navy, and the Navy was privileged to enjoy his dedicated service.
Mickey epitomized President Kennedy’s statement: “I can imagine no more rewarding a career. And any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile, I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction: ‘I served in the United States Navy.’”
James W. Leiser III, 43, of New Tripoli, formerly of 4004 Autumn Ridge Road, Hanover Township, died Sunday, Jan. 24, in Lehigh Valley Hospital, Salisbury Township. He was the husband of Karen (Barr) Leiser. They were married for 15 years in June.
He was a business manager for Brown-Daub Chrysler/Plymouth dealer for 16 years. He belonged to the business management association for Chrysler Corp. and the Inner-Circle for Chrysler for the top 100 business manager in the United States.
Born in Fountain Hill, he was a son of Lamar and Mary Ellen Leiser of Bethlehem.
He was a member of Rosemont Lutheran Church, Bethlehem.
He played soccer and wrestled for the Naval Academy, Annapolis, Md., and finished his education at Lehigh University. He was a member of Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity.
Survivors: Wife and parents; daughter, Codi Sue, at home, and a sister, Susan, wife Richard Moyer of New Tripoli. He was predeceased by a son Dusty.
DARYL ARTHUR LENGEL (USN, Ret.) 57, of Collierville, TN, passed away at his home on December 6, 2010.
He was born June 20, 1953, and was a graduate of Orangeburg High School in Orangeburg, SC. Daryl graduated with a degree in Soviet Studies from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1978, and received his MBA in Hotel and Restaurant Management from Michigan State University. While serving his country, he received two Navy Commendation Medals, a Meritorious Unit Commendation, a Navy Expeditionary Medal, a National Defense Service Medal, the Navy "E" ribbon, and a Sea Service Deployment Ribbon. He served aboard the USS La Salle and the USS DuPont. He served as Assistant Comptroller for Vice President George H. W. Bush's residence at the Naval Observatory and Food Service Director at the U.S. Naval Academy. LCDR Lengel retired from the U.S. Navy after 21 years of service to his country. Daryl was an avid reader, loved history and was fortunate to travel the world.
He is survived by his loving wife, Sharie Carr Lengel; his son, Brian Russell Lengel; and his daughter Meagan Catherine Lengel, all of Collierville, TN; his mother, Lois Oswald Lengel, of Germantown, TN; brothers, David Lee Lengel (Leslie) of Cordova, TN, and Christopher Alan Lengel (Pollyanna) of Corinth, MS; sisters, Darlene Lengel Paul (Glen) of Germantown, TN, and Gigi Lengel Hunt (Jim) of Southaven, MS. He is predeceased by his father, Russell Gene Lengel, and brother, Clyde Russell Lengel.
The celebration of Daryl's life will begin with visitation Thursday, December 9, 5 p.m. to 8 p.m., followed by a memorial service at 1 p.m. Friday, December 10, both at Collierville Funeral Home. Internment will immediately follow in West Tennessee Veterans Cemetery on Forest Hill Irene Road. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made in Daryl's honor to the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society, 875 North Randolph Street, Suite 225, Arlington, VA 22203 or www.nmcrs.org Friends are invited to visit our online memorial tribute to Daryl's life at www.ColliervilleFuneral.com
Michael John Makowicz, 55, of York, Maine, died Thursday, Feb. 23, 2012, with his family and loved ones by his side.
Born Sept. 20, 1956, in Springfield, he was the son of John and Isabelle (Podosek) Makowicz. He was a graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy in 1978 and served active duty in the Submarine Service aboard the USS Billfish, SSN 676. He retired from the U.S. Naval Reserves as a captain with 29 years of service.
In addition to his parents of Ellington, he is survived by his wife of 15 years, Deborah (Williams) Makowicz; a son, Brendan Makowicz of Georgia; daughters, Kathleen Atherton and husband, Brian, of Washington, and Gwen Nelson of York, Maine; sisters, Linda Adams and husband, Jonathan, and Susan Leser; brothers, Paul Makowicz and wife, Kendal, and David Makowicz and wife, Heather; and many cousins, nieces, and nephews. He was predeceased by his stepson, Ian Nelson.
Mike was an active member of the Eliot Baptist Church. He possessed a radiant spirit and spiritual poise even in the face of overwhelming disease. He was a model of what being a Christian is all about. He had an unwavering commitment to Jesus Christ. He received many accolades during his lifetime, yet he was never boastful about his achievements. He will be deeply missed.
Visiting hours will be held today, Feb. 28, from 5 to 8 p.m. at the Farrell Funeral Home, 684 State St., Portsmouth, N.H.
The funeral service will be held Wednesday, Feb. 29, at 11 a.m. at the Eliot Baptist Church, Route 236, Eliot, Maine. Family flowers only please.
Captain "Curt" Maszun, USMC (Ret.), passed away on 2 January 2010. Curt was born in Regensburg, Germany, on 15 March 1956 at an Army base. He was German, although his mother, Edeltrude, had come from Austria and his father, Alfred from the United States. He had an older sister, Dagmar. All of Curt's family have been in Heaven waiting for his arrival.
Curt's early years were spent growing up in Germany, then Taiwan. He moved to Baltimore, MD, where he attended Catholic school, which he thought, taught him how to study. He was very much the athlete and a star football and lacrosse player. He earned athletic scholarships to attend Johns Hopkins and Yale, but turned them down to attend the Naval Academy. His dream was to fly. At the Academy, he was in the 14th Company with the nickname of "Hun"(Attila the Hun).After graduating in 1978, his schooling consisted of SERE, Top Gun, WTI, and the Naval Postgraduate School, where he graduated first in his class. Curt was with VMFA-212 in Hawaii. His first deployment to the Philippines earned him the call sign of "Monsoon." On one deployment in 1988, he took a team to the Mediterranean on NASSAU (LHA-4) for six months. He was the platoon commander for second ANGLICO.
Along with many other decorations, his favorites were his flight Wings, gold Jump Wings, Navy Defense Service and Sea Service Medal (with three Stars). He was also proud that he had flown more than 1,000 hours in the F-4,was carrier qualified and had made eye contact with his first MIG. Eyesight problems caused him to leave flying and he joined Special Ops as a sniper. He retired as a captain in December 1990. Upon becoming a civilian, he went into manufacturing. He joined Sealy Mattress Company in 2000. He was the director of manufacturing at the Richmond, CA, plant. Curt loved animals and was a huge football fan. He didn't want to miss a game, especially Army-Navy. His greatest passion was golf. He always said that if he had his wish of when to go, he wanted it to be on the golf course. God granted him that wish.
Memorial services were conducted on 16 January 2010 with interment at Saint Matthew Lutheran Church in Walnut Creek, CA. Military honors were provided by the Marines and the VFW.
Written in loving memory by his "shipmate," Renate Schoenberg
Capt. Michael E. McCaffrey, USN, 52, of Highland View Dr., Sutton, died Monday evening, April 14th in his home surrounded by his loving family.
Michael leaves his loving wife of 23 years, Patricia (Fox) McCaffrey; his adoring children: Ryan F. McCaffrey and Meghan F. McCaffrey, both of Sutton; his parents, James E. McCaffrey and Mary C. (Corbett) McCaffrey of California; two brothers: James E. McCaffrey of Philadelphia, PA and Christopher J. McCaffrey and his wife, Maria of Stockton, California; his mother-in-law, Janet Fox Wiley and her husband, Robert of Laconia, N.H.; brother-in-law, Stephen S. Fox and his partner, William Callahan of Boston; brother-in-law, Thomas Nelson of Pinole, CA; sister-in-law, Sandra Fitzgerald and her husband, Edward of Laconia, N.H.; he is also survived by numerous nieces, nephews and loving friends . He was predeceased by his only sister, Kimberly Nelson.
He was born in Seattle, Washington and has lived with his family in many different region of this country due to his proud service in the United States Navy, including service in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba and throughout the Mediterranean in support of Operations Noble Eagle/ Enduring Freedom/ Iraqi Freedom.
Capt. McCaffrey is a 1978 graduate of the United States Naval Academy. He holds a Master of Science Degree from Worcester Polytechnic Institute. His military decorations include five Meritorious Service Medals, two Navy Commendations, a Navy Achievement Medal and various unit, campaign and service awards.
Mr. McCaffrey has been employed in various capacities of Manufacturing and Engineering Management in the metals and minerals industries. His last employment was as Project Manager with Morgan Construction Company, where in 1999 he was the recipient of the President's Award for Quality. He previously served as Vice-President of Manufacturing; and General Manager of a minerals company.
Michael was a devoted member of St. Mary's Parish in Shrewsbury where he was very active on the Parish Council for many years.
Relatives and friends are invited to attend Michael's funeral Mass, celebrating his life on Friday, April 18th at 11:00 A.M. with military honors in Saint Mary's Church, 640 Main Street, Shrewsbury.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to the McCaffrey Educational Fund, c/o Shrewsbury Federal Credit Union, 615 Main Street, Shrewsbury, MA 01545 or to the Dana Farber Marathon Challenge (visit www.rundfmc.org and click to sponsor runner Ryan McCaffrey).
For directions and for Michael's personal online guestbook, please visit brittonfuneralhomes.com
James Timothy McInerney ’78
James Timothy (“Jim” or “Mother Mac”) McInerney, died on Thursday, October 21, 1982, in a car accident.
Born on August 26, 1956, in Hammond, LA, to Angus Raymond and Margaret Mary (nee Meaney) Tucker, Jim grew up in an Air Force family, frequently moving around the country. Jim’s family settled in Hampton, VA, long enough for him to graduate from Hampton High School, the oldest public school in the United States, in 1974. While in high school, Jim was President of his class. He also participated in Navy JROTC, the drill team, the National Honor Society, and other extra-curricular activities. Additionally, he served as a Congressional page in Washington, D.C., during high school.
Jim entered the Naval Academy with the Class of ’78 as part of 15th Company, serving as a platoon leader during First Class year. As a midshipman, he majored in Oceanography. In intramurals, he excelled in battalion football, company fieldball, and company softball. He also served on the Plebe drill team.
Jim was known throughout the company for his boundless enthusiasm, fun-loving personality, and insatiable thirst for competition of any kind. He could find the silver lining in almost any cloud. It was virtually impossible not to like Mother Mac.
Upon graduation, Jim followed his dream of being a Naval Aviator to Pensacola, FL, and earned his coveted Wings of Gold and the call sign “Moose.” He subsequently served as an A 7 pilot in VA-66 on USS Eisenhower (CVN 69), including a deployment to the Mediterranean Sea in 1982.
In addition to a keen mind and an epic moustache, Mother Mac had great timing. As a member of Air Wing 7, he skillfully landed his A 7 one day on the Ike despite fluctuating hydraulic pressure that ended with a complete loss of hydraulics as he trapped in the wires. Post-flight inspection revealed severed hydraulic lines, with hydraulic oil sprayed all over his aircraft and the after flight deck.
As an officer, Jim frequently participated in training flights that conveniently included stops near family, friends, fresh lobsters, and Broadway musicals. He also enjoyed visiting foreign countries, including a visit with the Pope, driving around Europe in his MG, skiing the Alps, and “keeping up foreign relations” while slumming in a dive bar somewhere in Turkey. Mother Mac fit a whole lot of living into a life cut tragically short.
To no one’s surprise, Jim loved flying. Coming from a large family, he also loved children. His unfulfilled plans involved becoming a commercial airline pilot and settling down to raise a family in the Seattle area.
At the time of his death, Jim was survived by his parents; his adoptive parents, Russell Francis and Elizabeth Jean (nee Thorpe) McInerney; his brothers Gerald, Patrick, Mario, and Jack; and his sisters Linda, Josie, and Brenda.
Mother Mac now rests peacefully at Arlington National Cemetery in Section 67, Grave 2967.
“BECAUSE I FLY”
—Grover C. Norwood––
Because I fly
I laugh more than other men
I look up and see more than they,
I know how the clouds feel,
What it’s like to have the blue in my lap,
to look down on birds,
To feel freedom in a thing called the stick...
Who but I can slice between God’s billowed legs,
and feel the laugh and crash with His step
Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks?
The rainbow’s secret?
The real reason birds sing?
Because I Fly,
I envy no man on earth.
Lieutenant Commander D. Douglas “Doug” Miller, USNR, died on 16 October 2002 in his Orchard Park, NY home from complications related to treatment for leukemia. He was 45 years old.
Doug was born in Columbus, OH, on 30 October 1956 to David and Carrie Miller. He grew up in Columbus where he gained his passion for running and music. He entered the Naval Academy with the Class of ’78 in July 1974. Doug was a member of 32nd Company throughout his four years and his infectious laugh was often heard throughout the halls of the distant Eighth-Wing. His easygoing demeanor and unflappability, despite many challenges of the Academy, were Doug’s distinctive traits. Despite “blowing out his knee” during spring softball just prior to graduation, Doug received a commission in the Marine Corps and served for a number of years as a n aviation supply officer.
Upon leaving the service, he earned a master’s degree from the University of Utah in nuclear engineering and joined the Naval Reserve, continuing to serve until the last years of his life. Settling in the Buffalo, NY, area, Doug worked for the New York State Energy Research and Development Authority on the West Valley Demonstration Project.
An avid runner, Doug once competed in the Boston Marathon, as well as completing the JFK 50-Mile Run. He enjoyed the outdoors, particularly camping and canoeing, and held several leadership positions at the Church of Latter-Day Saints in Orchard Park, NY.
Doug is survived by his wife of 21 years, the former Rebecca Wiltbank; four daughters, Hannah, Amanda, Janae and Adrienne; son D. Tyler; mother Carrie Miller of Columbus, OH; and two brothers, Donald Miller of Arlington, VA, and Eric Miller of Riverside, MD.
An absolutely dedicated husband and father, Doug’s love for his family was epitomized by his final words, which were delivered at his funeral from a letter he had written to and about his family. “My name will never appear in Forbes magazine, but let there be no mistake – I am the richest man in the world.”
Services were held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Orchard Park, NY, and were attended by a large turnout of his 32nd Companymates and fellow Reservists. He was laid to rest in the Wiltbank family burial ground in Arizona.
Memorials to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints are appreciated.
From Carolyn Mooney:
Mark had a dry wit and loved opportunities to learn and grow. He was very honorable, devoted and family oriented. He was always looking for ways to assist family members and friends. Giving computers, DVD's and setting up computers and running virus scans on them as well as giving investment advice and helping his mom and brother with their investing.
Mark served in the Navy for five and a half years leaving as a Lieutenant after graduating from the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland, with the Class of 78. After the military, Mark pursed a career in telecommunications and hardware area networking for call centers. Mark's last position of 14 years was with National Pen, second largest ink manufacturer in the USA. He loved the challenges it entailed of being very detailed oriented and knowledgeable about the systems he created and maintained.
Mark had many hobbies: Sailing his 30 foot sailboat every chance he got; Being a member of the San Diego Mopar Club and restoring our ‘71 Cuda with assistance from Jack and Lee; Reading war history and sci-fiction books and collecting them for our little in-house library; Traveling to many parts of the world, the Orient, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, Caribbean and in the USA. We took many pictures to remember the good times.
Mark is survived by his wife Carolyn Mooney (28 years of marriage), his brother Michael Mooney, his mother Hazel Jane Mooney, his sister-in-law Marilyn Caprioglio, and sister-in-law and brother-in-law Kathryn and David Abdalian.
David Edward Nix, Age 43, died in a bicycle accident on 19 July 1999. The incident occurred in the City of Manchester, NH, within a few miles of his home in Bedford, NH.
A Navy junior, he was born in Honolulu, HI, on 16 February 1956 while his father, a submariner was serving at Pearl Harbor. He grew up in Pearl Harbor, New London, back to Pearl, then Garden City, until his father retired from the Navy and the family settled in Piscataway, NJ, where he completed high school.
Upon graduation from Piscataway High, he entered the Naval Academy with the Class of ’78, spending four years in 31st Company. He graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering.
He entered the Nuclear Power Program and attended the Basic Submarine Officers course, and went to sea, first in ROBERT E. LEE (SSBN-601), and then WILLIAM E. BATES (SSN-680). During the latter tour he received the Navy Achievement Medal. Following BATES, he served ashore at the Naval Reactors Division, DOE, in Washington, DC. Following his tour ashore he returned to sea via the Submarine Officer Advanced Training course and joined HOUSTON (SSN-713) in March 1987 as Engineering Officer. During this tour he received a Gold Star in lieu of a second Navy Achievement Medal.
In early 1989 Dave tendered his resignation from the Navy and left HOUSTON on 1 April 1989. Following his separation, he joined NALCO Chemical Co. of Napierville, IL, in a sales capacity. At the time of his death he was involved in NALCO’s international marketing.
Dave is survived by his father, Henry, ’50; mother, Peggy; his brothers, Robert, John, James and Thomas; his sisters, Theresa and Kathleen; and 11 nieces and nephews.
His ashes were interred at the Columbarium at the Academy on 16 August 1999.
Tony Poleondakis, 58, died Dec. 11, 2012.
Tony was a loyal and loving father, son, brother and friend. He was a proud parent of three wonderful children, Antha, Paige and George. In addition to his children he is survived by his mother, Anthoula Poleondakis; sister, Noula Kountis and her family; brother, John Poleondakis and his family.
Born and raised in Akron, he was a graduate of Firestone High School Class of '73. He attended the United States Naval Academy, was a graduate of New York University, and had an MBA from Case Western Reserve. He was a very successful thirty year veteran of the financial services industry and worked in executive positions on a national and international level (Australia) for some of the world's largest financial institutions. He was truly a respected professional in his field.
Always willing to give an honest answer, his straight forward approach was refreshing and endearing to those who had the pleasure to work with him. He mentored many over the years, and was never shy about offering a smile or a gregarious laugh. Outside of life-long devotion to raising his children and caring for his family, Tony enjoyed playing golf and an occasional cigar. His cavalier attitude about the game surprised people given his obvious skill. He enjoyed getting together with family and friends to tell stories. With his great depth of knowledge and life experience, he was a captivating story teller. His dedication and love for his family and the Greek heritage, is a gift we will always cherish.
Services will be held 1 p.m. Saturday at Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church, 129 S. Union St., with Rev. Fr. Jerry F. Hall officiating. Interment at Rose Hill Burial Park. Friends may call 5 to 8 p.m. Friday at the Billow FAIRLAWN Chapel, 85 N. Miller Rd., with a Trisagion service at 7 p.m. Should friends desire, memorials may be made to the George Poleondakis Scholarship Fund, c/o Merrill Lynch, 4678 Munson St. NW, Canton, Oh 44718.
Bruce Owen Powell Age 51, Bruce passed away peacefully at home Oct. 30, 2006 from colon cancer. He is survived by his wife Debbie and son Joseph; mother Carol; sisters Barbara Heisser (Don), Linda McMillan (Greg), and Janet Paz (Byron). Bruce also leaves behind a host of nieces and nephews, extended family and friends. Born in SF, 1955, graduated Lowell HS and Golden Gate Univ. He attended the Naval Academy, Annapolis, MD, also served for a time on the SFPD. He was a probation officer for Alameda Co. The family will hold a private memorial to celebrate his life. In lieu of flowers, please make a memorial donation to Oakland Kaiser Hospice, 235 West MacArthur Blvd, Oakland, CA 94611, or Noll Soll, 5693 Cabot Dr, Oakland, CA 94611.
On May 16, Christopher Adam Serio, son of the late Eleanor Serio and the late Joseph Serio, brother of Carol Spera and Paul Serio, passed away. A Memorial Service will be held on Wednesday, June 11 @ 11:00 AM at Covenant of Grace Presbyterian Church, 820 Nicodemus Road, Reisterstown, MD, 21136. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to The Arc Baltimore, Attn: Development, 7215 York Rd., Baltimore, MD 21212.
From 78 Lucky Bag
Lee Sutherland greeted his death as he had greeted his birth, innocently and hopefully. After wrestling his way into the Naval Academy he discovered a new life through submitting himself to our Lord Jesus Christ; and Lee blossomed toward Christian maturity from that moment forth. He opened himself wide to the world and to those around him. For Lee there was time for everything; time to read the Scriptures; time to assist other midshipmen in the studies, time to talk; time to pray; time to write; time to be tactful; time to pray; time to challenge errors; time to correct wrongs; and always there was time to witness for our Risen Lord. Lee Sutherland, respected by the whole communion of saints in heaven and on earth, fully shares another new life with Christ in His victory over death. So let our sorrow turn to joy as we proclaim and celebrate the sure and certain hope of resurrection to which Lee and all of us hold fast.
George R. Teufel, 54, passed away suddenly April 24, 2009, in Sentara Norfolk General Hospital due to complications from an aggressive form of cancer. A retired U.S. Navy captain, he was employed as a senior analyst by Alion Science and Technology.
A native of Jersey Shore, Pa., he was a 1973 graduate of Jersey Shore Area High School. He earned a bachelor's degree in economics from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1978 and a master's degree in National Security and Strategic Studies from the U.S. Naval War College in 1992. He was an outstanding athlete, starring as a member of the football, basketball and track and field teams in high school as well as playing football and running track in college. He completed a 30-year career as a Navy Surface Warfare officer in 2007, serving at sea and ashore in an array of assignments including duties as executive officer, USS Preble (DDG 46) during Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm; commanding officer, Assault Craft Unit TWO; Force Operations officer, Naval Surface Force, U.S. Atlantic Fleet; and chief staff officer, Military Sealift Command, Atlantic and subsequently, Military Sealift Fleet Support Command.
He was a member of Community United Methodist Church. He is survived by his wife, Lori Huff Teufel; three sons, George L. Teufel and his wife Dawn, Benjamin R. Teufel, and Sean A. Teufel, all of Virginia Beach; one grandson, George N. Teufel; his mother, Mary E. Teufel of Jersey Shore, Pa.; a brother, Robert S. Teufel, his wife Lynn, and their children Kristen and Adam of Virginia Beach; and many other relatives and close friends. He was predeceased by his first wife, Helen A. Teufel, and his father, George W. Teufel. A memorial service will be conducted Wednesday at 1:30 p.m. in Community United Methodist Church with the Rev. DeBorah Barnwell officiating. Burial will be in Jersey Shore, Pa., at a later date.
Memorials, in lieu of flowers, may be made to the American Cancer Society, 4416 Expressway Drive, Virginia Beach,
VA 23452. Arrangements are under the care of Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Kempsville Chapel. Condolences may be offered to the family at www.hollomon-brown.com.
Frederick Jay Townsend, 49 of Middleboro died on Thursday January 26, 2006 at Jordan Hospital, Plymouth unexpectedly. He was born in Boston the son of Murray L. and Evelyn R. (Reid) Townsend of Middleboro. He was a graduate of Middleboro High School class of 1974, and received a Bachelors Degree from Morehouse College, Atlanta, GA. in 1984. He attended the United States Naval Academy, Annapolis, MD and served in the United States Navy. Two years he served on the U.S.S. Dwight D. Eisenhower, Mediterranean Cruise and two years on the Shake Down Cruise. A member of the Central Baptist Church, Middleboro being baptized on July 17, 1966 and also did missionary work in the Dominican Republic as a teenager. He was a member of Omega Psi Phi fraternity in Atlanta, Ga. He was a computer technician and worked with Immediate Connections in Boston for over 20 years. And a member of the V.F.W. Post #2188, Middleboro. Survivors include his parents, a sister Rev. Dr. Cheryl L. (Townsend) Gilkes of Waterville, ME a professor at Colby College and a brother Murray L. Townsend III of Norton. Funeral service will be held in the Central Baptist Church, Nickerson Ave., Middleboro on Wednesday, February 1 at 11 A.M. Burial wil be in the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne. Visiting hours will be in the Egger Funeral Home, 61 Pearl St., Middleboro. Massachusetts, on Tuesday 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 P.M."
First Lieutenant David Richard Trundy USMC was killed in an AH-1T (Cobra) crash near Cherry Point, North Carolina, on 18 September 1981.
Appointed to Naval Academy after attending the Air Force Academy Prep School, Dave was assigned to the 26th Company. He was an active member of the Officers Christian Fellowship, which is where he met his future wife, Kim Clover. He was selected as the 2nd Set Brigade Commander and received the Class of 1897 award and a Marine Corps commission upon graduation. After attending Basic School in Quantico, he reported to flight school and selected helicopter training. He received his wings on 18 July 1980 and was selected to the AH-1T Cobra, reporting aboard HMA-269 in September 1980. The accident occurred while returning from a night ordnance mission.
He is survived by his wife Kim, c/o Jack C. Glover, 522 Dinwoody Circle, Riverton WY 82051; a daughter Beth; and his parents BGen. (USMC) and Mrs. Richard T. Trundy.
Kenneth E. Waldie, a Methuen youth basketball referee and devoted father of four, was never supposed to be on American Flight 11.
After a change in itinerary, the 46-year-old Raytheon engineer rose before the crack of dawn yesterday, petted his golden retriever Casey and left his home in Methuen for the last time.
"We can't believe this happened to him. It was a twist of fate," said his wife, Carol, leaning heavily on the railing of her back steps.
"I got a call from my son about the crash and a couple of Raytheon people came to the house. The kids were so very close to him, they are devastated. We all are."
A Pittsburgh, native Kenneth Waldie worked for 18 years for Raytheon at the company's Andover plant.
Carol Waldie, a second-grade teacher at Sacred Heart Elementary School in Lawrence, said her husband was looking forward to the wedding of their oldest child, Andrew, 24, on Oct. 6.
Kenneth Waldie had coached his younger children in Little League and could be seen on the sidelines cheering on his only daughter Meredith, a field hockey and basketball star who is a junior at Methuen High School. He was never without his sidekick, 14-year-old son Jonathan, nicknamed "J.T.," a seventh-grader at the Tenney School and a budding baseball player.
Another son, Jeff, 20, is a stationed with the U.S. Coast Guard in New Bedford and alerted the rest of the family to the tragedy as it unfolded.
"This is such a shock," said Karen McLaughlin, Methuen varsity field hockey coach and physical education teacher. McLaughlin was teaching Meredith when school counselors took her out of class to deliver the news.
"Ken never missed a game. He was so supportive of his kids. Meredith is just an unbelievable athlete and she loves her father. This is really going to hit the Methuen High athletic program hard," she said, breaking into sobs.
About a half-dozen of Meredith's teammates stood in front of the house last night looking dazed and hugging family members. Several other neighborhood kids on bikes and skateboards came to pay their respects, remembering Ken as a guy who "always had a compliment for you."
"We're like family on this street. Everything was put on hold when we heard the news," said a woman who lives across the street but didn't want to be identified. "He always had an up attitude and a great sense of humor. A tragedy like this really hits home when it's someone you know who dies."
LCDR Larry E. Whitmeyer, USN (ret), 49, of Bethesda, Md., died Tuesday, 14 March 2006. He was born March 30, 1956, in Bucyrus to Galen and Jeanice (Leuthold) Whitmeyer. He graduated from Wynford High School in Bucyrus in 1974. Mr. Whitmeyer was the first Bucyrus resident to graduate from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1978. Mr. Whitmeyer also received Master of Science degrees in Public Administration from the University of West Florida and in Systems Technology (Space Systems Operations) from the U.S. Naval Postgraduate School. Mr. Whitmeyer married Antoinette Alsheimer on June 27, 1981.
He is survived by his wife and his two sons, Alec Joseph and Kevin Anton; his parents, Galen and Jeanice Whitmeyer of Bucyrus; his brother, David Whitmeyer of Galion, Ohio; his brother and sister-in-law William and Robin Whitmeyer of Columbus, Ohio; and his sister and brother-in-law Linda (Whitmeyer) and Daniel Schwab of Chesterton, Ind.
Mr. Whitmeyer served as a Naval Flight Officer in P-3C (Orion) aircraft from 1978 through 1994. Following his Naval retirement, he held positions with Lockheed Martin Management and Data Systems and Loral Orion, where he was the director for operations throughout the Americas region. He later served as Director of Business Development and Director of Satellite Correspondent Relations for Lockheed Martin Global Telecommunications. Most recently, he served as Senior Business Development Manager for Intelsat General Corporation. He has also served on the Global VSAT Forum Board of Directors since 1999.
Mr. Whitmeyer was dedicated to community service both in his hometown and in his current residence. He spearheaded efforts for the City of Bucyrus to recognize the commissioning of the Maritime Prepositioning Ship (T-AK 3015) named in honor of Bucyrus native and World War II Congressional Medal of Honor recipient, Marine First Lieutenant Harry L. Martin. Mr. Whitmeyer also ensured that the decommissioned USS Bucyrus Victory (AK-234) was honored and remembered in the city for which it was named. In Bethesda, Mr. Whitmeyer coached local youth baseball and basketball teams for the past seven years.
A memorial service was held Friday, March 17 at St. Jane Frances de Chantal, 9701 Old Georgetown Road, Bethesda, Md. Funeral will be held at 11 a.m. Monday is Epworth United Methodist Church, 216 Hopley Avenue. The Rev. Sue Chidley officiating. Burial will follow in Oakwood Cemetery in Bucyrus. In lieu of flowers, the family has requested that friends honor Larry Whitmeyer's memory through donations to St. Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic Church in Bethesda or Epworth United Methodist Church in Bucyrus.
LCdr Christopher Stewart Willson died 14 November 1990 in San Diego, California. Memorial services were held at Balboa Naval Hospital Chapel in San Diego on 21 November, attended by his family and friends.
LCdr Willson was born on 25 May 1956 at the Philadelphia Naval Hospital. He received his appointment to the Naval Academy from Florida. While at the Naval Academy, Chris was Plebe Summer Regimental Commander and served as the Brigade Adjutant his First Class year. He was active in many Academy organizations including the Brigade Activities Committee. Upon graduation with the Class of 1978, he was commissioned an ensign and selected for duty in the nuclear power program.
His first shipboard assignment was aboard the USS ENTERPRISE where he served as a division officer in the Engineering Department. Following this tour he served as CIC Officer aboard USS LEAHY. He was selected for Department Head School while serving aboard USS GOMPERS as Radiological Control Officer. After attending Department Head School, he was assigned to USS FIFE as Operations Officer. His devoted and meritorious service garnered him many praises and awards including the Navy Commendation Medal and Battle “E.”
A Life Member of the Naval Academy Alumni Association, Chris was a staunch supporter of the Academy and often reminisced of his days at the Yard. He will be sorely missed by his family, Shipmates and friends who remember him for his quick wit and kind smile. Chris is survived by his parents, Capt. And Mrs. L.E. Willson of Friday Harbor, Washington.
1st Lieutenant Robert Grady Wilson Jr. USMC died in an aircraft accident on 4 March 1982 at Bogue Field, North Carolina, an outlying field about 25 miles from Cherry Point. Interment was at the Maple Hill Cemetery in Huntsville, Alabama.
Appointed to the Naval Academy from the State of Alabama, he was graduated with the Class of 1978 and commissioned in the Marine Corps. After basic flight training at Whiting Field , Florida, he took jet training at the Naval Air Station in Kingsville, Texas, and was designated a Naval Aviator on 9 January 1981. After reporting to the Marine Corps Air Station at Cherry Point, he began training in the AV-8A Harrier aircraft with VMAT-203, and upon completion of this training was assigned to VMA-542, serving with Marine Aircraft Group 32 where he was assigned as the squadron training officer. He was a life member of the Naval Academy Alumni Association.
He is survived by his widow Christina, 3105 Holly Hill, Huntsville AL 35802; his mother and stepfather; and two brothers.
MAY 2, 1956 - DECEMBER 23, 2008
Captain William E. Yeager, Jr., 52 of Pace, passed away on Tuesday, December 23, 2008. Bill was born in New York City and moved to Cincinnati, Ohio when he was 2 years old. After graduation from St. Xavier High School, he was appointed from the state of Ohio to the U.S. Naval Academy, graduating with the class of 1978 with a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering. He received his initial flight training from NAS Whiting Field, Milton, FL, and later received his Wings of Gold at Corpus Christi, TX in March of 1980. His 30 year Naval career included duty stations on the East Coast, the West Coast, Italy, Japan and the Gulf Coast. He was a member of Nativity of Our Lord Catholic Church.
Bill was preceded in death by his parents, William Edward, Sr. and Anne E. Yeager. He is survived by his wife of 29 ” years, Karen Taylor Yeager of Pace; three sons, William Michael (Sallie) Yeager of Austin, TX, Andrew Joseph Yeager of Los Angeles, CA, and Matthew Taylor Yeager, currently attending Florida State University; three brothers, Stephen (Moira) Yeager, Thomas Yeager, and Christopher Yeager, all of Cincinnati; one sister, Barbara (Whitten) Gardner of Cincinnati; one uncle, Ronald (Madeline) Hall of Cave Creek, AZ; and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins.
The family will receive friends from 6:00 to 8:00 PM, Tuesday, December 30, 2008 at Lewis Funeral Home, Pace Chapel. Rosary will begin at 6:00 pm. Funeral services will be held Wednesday, December 31, 2008 at 10:00 am at the Naval Aviation Memorial Chapel with Father John Licari and Chaplain Randy Cash officiating. Interment will follow at Barrancas National Cemetery with Military Honors. Honorary pallbearers will be Knights of Columbus Council 8450.
Contributions are encouraged and may be made to Escambia County Schools Foundation of Excellence.
Friends may send condolences and share fond memories with the family at www.lewisfuneralhomes.net.
Eternal Father Strong To Save,
Whose Arm Hath Bound The Restless Wave.
Who Bidd'st The Mighty Ocean Deep
Its Own Appointed Limits Keep.
Oh, Hear Us When We Cry To Thee.
For Those In Peril On The Sea.