Tributes For Our Loved Ones
This is my grandpa, Stanton Darold Young. He was born in Clayton Idaho in 1922. His love for that and the surrounding area continued throughout his entire life. He passed away March 27, 1981.
He married my grandmother in Dillon Montana in the early 1940’s and she was everything to him. The love that he had for her was amazing and something that most of us can only hope to experience during our lifetime.
Grandpa and Grandma had 3 sons and 1 daughter all of whom they centered their lives around. Grandpa spend a great deal of time teaching the kids how to hunt, fish and live off the land while grandma worked right along side of them.
There is not a day that goes by, or some special event or gathering that grandpa is not thought of or talked about and that is just the way it should be.
For many years, 35, he was a river guide on the Salmon River. Also known as the River of no Return and for good reason. As a little girl I enjoyed it when he and my dad would tell us stories of life on the river and some of the silly things they would do to pass the time.
One of my favorite stories is the one my dad tells about fishing on the river. My dad was very tiny when he was a child, yet was determined that he was going to haul in one of the large salmon that used to be common on the river. Grandpa was so afraid that dad would be pulled in by the fish, again, that he tied my dad to a nearby tree and let dad fish away.
Along those same lines, my fondest memories are of all of us meeting in Stanley to camp, hunt and fish along with grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. Grandpa had only one rule and one he would not bend on, stay away from the river when an adult was not present and even then he would prefer we stay as far back as possible. My behind met a switch the one time, and that is all it took, when I wandered to close after one to many warnings from grandpa. I am sure; knowing him like I did that it hurt him, in his tender heart, more than it hurt my behind. He acted out of love and the fear of loosing one of his beloved grandchildren.
I thought that I really knew everything about my grandpa. I did not think that there was a story I had not heard over the years, but now I find that was not the case.
I called my mom today and asked her to send me all of the information, stories, etc…that she thought may help when it came time to sit down and write this. To my delight I learned more about the man that I adored and was not surprised to find that he was truly a hero, not only to his family, but to an entire group of men and his country that he loved so much.
Here is the newspaper article that mom sent. It talks about my grandfather as well as the wonderful man that would later become my step-grandfather and who would love and care for and about my grandmother with the same kindness and devotion that my grandpa had shown her.
This is a newspaper article on him and Ezra.
TWO MEMBERS OF FAMILY CITED FOR HEROIC ACTION
At Headquarters Fifth Army in Italy telling of the award of the Bronze Star Medal to Cpl. Stanton D. Young, left above. It was not suspected that two men from one Jefferson county household had been cited for heroic achievement in action. Cpl. Stanton Young is the son of Mr. and Mrs. George E. young of Lorenzo route one and the other soldier from their home to be honored is Pfc. Ezra B. Richan, a grandson who was reared by Mr. and Mrs. Young after his mother died. He entered service in June, 1943 from their home. Pfc. Richan won his citation while serving as a member of the 182nd Infantry Regiment at Bougainville, Solomon Islands in March 1944. Cpl. Young was cited for heroic achievement while a member of the 86th Infantry Regiment, Tenth Mountain Division in Italy. He led a squad of men carrying provisions and ammunition on their backs up steep mountain trails under fire, when all other means of transportation failed. One carrying partly was in progress when the Germans counterattacked, but the supplies were delivered to the advanced Infantry on the mountainside. On the bottom of a copy of the citation given him to send home, Cpl. Young wrote "This is what I got my Bronze Star with but I hope I can forget it." The text of the citation awarded Pfc. Ezra B. Richan follows. “During an attack on enemy positions on Hill 260, Private Richan displayed a high degree of courage and devotion to duty as first scout on a combat patrol in enemy territory. While the patrol was proceeding along a bluff, Private Richan observed eight Japanese and immediately took cover and opened fire with great accuracy while the patrol maneuvered into position. In the ensuing fire fight four of the enemy was killed. Due to intense enemy mortar fire the patrol was soon forced to withdraw from their position on the bluff. Private Richan voluntarily remained in position under this mortar fire and continued to engage the enemy causing them to take cover, while our patrol moved to a safe position." This devotion to duty on the part of Private Richan in the face of enemy fire reflects great courage on him and is in keeping with the highest standards and traditions of our Army.
This is the way that my grandpa lived his life. Always doing for others and giving of himself without a second thought. He loved to see people smile and was more than willing to give a helping hand when he saw someone in need.
I often find that I will ask myself, when working through a difficult situation, if they way I plan to do things would be the way that grandpa would do it. If the answer is yes then I know it is right.
I miss my grandpa very much and wish that I would have had a lot more time than I did with him. I know that ever single member of my family feels that way, but I also know, deep in my heart that he watches over all of us and I thank him for that.
I love and miss you grandpa!
Hugs and Kisses,
My Dad, Ernie Essary, was born in Taney County, SW Missouri, in 1926. He was the oldest of ten children. The family was poor but his mother was very resourceful and kept all the kids clean and fed. One of my Dad's childhood idols was Tom Mix, the movie cowboy. He remembered going to the picture show to watch him.
My Dad was out on his own, working, at a very young age. He married my Mom, Ruby, whom he met at a pie supper. The girls baked pies and the young men would bid on them, and then get to eat the pie in the company of the girl. My Mom was quite beautiful and had had several boyfriends. She was the youngest of seven children. They got married and not long after, my Dad joined the Army. This was in 1943 or 44. He was at Fort Leonard Wood and at Fort Knox, and ended up in England where he was one of the thousands of troops awaiting the Normandy Invasion. Yes, my Dad was one of the D-Day soldiers in June, 1944. He was on Utah beach. After the invasion he was in France and later helped to liberate the concentration camps in Germany. Interestingly, he did not like France or the French people at all, but he loved Germany. He admired how the Germans could have a tiny plot of land and grow so many crops on them. He also loved the vineyards along the Rhine River. After the war he spent time in Japan during the occupation. He shipped back to the US on the Queen Mary, and he and my Mom began their life together. Back in Missouri, it was apparent that there wasn't much of a way to earn a living, so they began a gradual move out west with my Dad's parents and siblings. They would camp and work in fields and orchards. My oldest sister, Karen, remembers well how our Mom would put her and her little sister Joann on a blanket and tell Karen to mind Jo while she and my Dad worked nearby. They lived in Burley, Idaho, and Emmett, Idaho for a time, and finally ended up in Washington. My Dad began working for farmers in the Sunnyside area, which is where my brother Hal and I were born. When I was five, we moved to Othello, where we lived for many years. My Dad was a farmer through and through. He would work on the farm all day, and then come home and tend his garden until dark. He loved growing things, trying new crops, and the whole aesthetic of gardening. He even planted a small vineyard (no doubt remembering those on the Rhine). My Dad had the most droll sense of humor...he was just about the funniest person I ever knew. He didn't talk a lot but when he said something, it was worth hearing. He and my Mom moved to Plymouth, Washington after I was grown up, and he worked there for a few years on a big farm. Then my Mom died in 1986, after 42 years of marriage to my Dad. He missed her terribly, of course, but he did remarry. He and Margaret spent about 15 happy years together. He semi-retired and then totally retired, and they made many road trips to Arizona and Missouri. He always had loved road trips. Of course he continued to garden! He was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis and gradually worsened over a few years, and died in 2002. He was 75. I can't begin to say how much I still miss him. He was the kind of Dad you could tell your problems to, and he wouldn't berate you or tell you what to do, he would just give advice and say to do whatever you thought was best. I could talk to him about just about anything. I am very lucky to have had such a wonderful Dad.
Daniel L. Parkinson, 23, died December 5, 2006 at Northeastern Nevada Regional Hospital after a difficult battle following his diagnosis of ALL T-cell Leukemia.
He was born Feb 16, 1983 in Ely, Nev., to Richard and Tamra Ingle Creaghe. Daniel was a beloved brother of Christopher L. Parkinson and Amy L. Parkinson, as well as a loving son to Tamra Ingle and Richard Creaghe: devoted grandson to Donna and Larry Ingle of Elko Nev., Loretta Tingle of McGill, Nev., and Doris and James Parkinson Sr. of Boise Idaho, as well as a loving brother-in-law to Maida Z. Parkinson and doting uncle to Maida E. Parkinson of Ridgecrest, Cal.
He is also greatly missed by numerous other family relations and friends. Daniel greatly touched the hearts of everyone who knew him and will be dearly missed.
Dillon's Only Paranormal Society
A Tribute to Jason from Laura Spindler
There was this kid back in Santee that Matt used to hang out with named Jason. He was kinda hard to like at first because he came off as really arrogant, over confident, self involved....take your pick. However if you gave the kid a second look, you found that he was also a bright kid with a good heart. If he hung around long enough you would also learn that all of that initial bravado of his was mostly just him making fun of himself.
Of course he had all of the makings of a total substance abuser....as did all of those kids in that time and space. I don’t know how many DUI’s the kid had racked up by the time he was 17. To some people this makes him a total waste I guess. To some people Matt and all of the kids he hung out with were a total waste...it wasn’t a big surprise when you met most of their parents.
They were either doing meth or in the process of trying to stop doing meth, or had just become born again Christians, Wiccans, or whatever label they acquired as they tap danced thru their 12 step program. Which was why it seemed like I was running a home for wayward messed up kids. I’m digressing....
Jason taught Savannah how to ride a bike....she just couldn’t get up the nerve to have someone run behind her and pedal off on her own, so he spent an entire afternoon running alongside her until she got the confidence to do it solo. The way that kid smoked, I’m surprised he didn’t drop dead from all that running.
When all of Matt’s supposed friends turned on him, Jason was still there even at the risk of taking a beating from the others. He had a habit of thinking for himself instead of going along with the pack; this didn’t make him very popular with most of the others.
About a month ago I heard that while walking down the PB Pier with some of his buddies, there was some kind of altercation, the end result was that Jason was beat badly enough to put him into a coma. He didn’t come out of it....2 weeks ago he died.
Now most of the people I know will think...."no big loss, he was just a crime waiting to be committed anyway" and in a sense I guess they’d be right.
My problem is I knew him, he came to my house for dinner, he taught my daughter to ride a bike, and he helped us move when we decided to leave Cali. I don’t think much was made of his death, it was just your garden variety Southern California gang fight....the guy that killed Jason is dead because one of Jason’s friends carved him up with his handy dandy Buck knife. Now he’s doing time for murder....so all is right with the world again.....right?
I guess I’m digressing again....I guess what I really wanted to articulate here is that Jason was 19 years old when he died and at least by me, he’ll be missed.
Mildred Louis "Lois" McGrath, 78, Nampa, died Sunday, July 22, 2007, at home of natural causes. No public services are planned. A wake will be held at a future date. Cremation arrangements are by Zeyer Funeral Chapel, Nampa. 467-7300. Published in the Idaho Press Tribune on 7/25/2007.
Note from Marie:
Lois was an amazing person. She and her husband owned Pete's Tavern prior to selling it to the current owners. She loved living above the Tavern and sharing her stories with anyone who was serious about listening. She had a love for pretty dolls and will be greatly missed.
Rory M. Johnson born Oct. 28, 1961, took flight from this world on March 16, 2007. He was born in Seattle, Wash. He spent his early years in California then moved to Ketchikan, Alaska, where he attended Ketchikan High. At the age of 17 he joined the Navy and spent the following 20 years flying around the world as a proud Navy officer.
Rory is survived by his parents, Earnest and Beth Johnson of Peoria, Ariz., Grandfather George Slater of Mesa, Ariz., Brother Joseph Johnson, his wife, Sara and nephew Jack of Albuquerque, NM, Fiance Michelle Hummel, of Nampa, and his children Ryan and Regan Johnson of Bellingham Wash., Amy, Tania, Megan and Garrett Hummel of Nampa.
Rory loved life. During his short time here in Nampa, he enjoyed coaching the Brown Bus Islanders co-ed softball team, his job bar tending at Pete's Tavern and all of the people there. He lived for baseball, Seattle Mariners being his favorite team. He faithfully cheered on the Seattle Seahawks. All that knew and loved Rory will miss him greatly. Our lives will have a space that is empty without him by our sides. We will forever remember his sense of humor, his Hawaiian shirts and sandals and the love he gave selflessly. A memorial service will be held in his honor at Pete's Tavern.
I have something I would like to add to the story of Rory. For sometime we investigated Pete's Tavern in Nampa where Rory was the bartender. He was always welcoming and greeted us with a smile. The funny thing about it was that Rory was a firm skeptic in the paranormal and he was not afraid to voice his opinion. One night Rory and I had one of the best debates that I have has with someone to date. He was incredibly intelligent and it was a pleasure. We both walked away from that conversation with a new respect for each other. I can't help but wonder now... is he still skeptical or would he be one of the many willing to speak into an audio recorder to let me know that I am on the right track?
Born November 28, 1927 Died September 29, 2009
Grandpa was born in Steamboat Springs Co.
He served in the US Army during World War II. In 1951 he married his wife, my grandma. Grandpa was a member of the LDS church, Veterans of Foreign Wars, American Legion and the Odd Fellows. He also served for a time as a Scout Master.
Grandpa was an avid fisherman. He loved the outdoors and could often be found along the banks of the Green River fishing for cat fish, one of his favorites. He also loved to get out in the woods. There was nothing that could compare to a long, extended camping trip as far as Grandpa was concerned.
One of my favorite memories of Grandpa was a trip we took to Yellowstone National Park. We had the best time! Thank you for that Grandpa!
This is my Grandma. I think if I had to compare myself to anyone else in my family I would have to say that I most resemble this lady in personality. She was strong, stubborn and warm hearted all at the same time. Grandma and I were able to spend a good deal of time together and for that I am grateful.
Grandma loved her embroidery and was very gifted at the craft. She also loved trips to K Mart back when they still had cafeterias. She enjoyed taking us out for lunch there so much in fact that she bought stock in the company.
She is greatly missed by all!
July 4, 1977 - November 27, 2010
You will be greatly missed by all who had the honor of knowing you.
Mike passed away from suicide. It is very important that we raise awareness. If you or someone you know needs help:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
Helen "Sue" Gates, 78; of Lund, Idaho passed away Tuesday, May 10, 2011 at her daughters home in Blackfoot.
Sue was born May 24, 1932 the daughter of Nashua and Petrina Comiskey Romero in Madrid, New Mexico.
She was raised and educated in New Mexico. After high school she attended Secretarial School.
Sue married Linford Crockett Reddish. They were later divorced.
She traveled many places including Europe while she was employed at Pan American Airlines.
Sue enjoyed bowling, piano, crossword puzzles, crochet and loved being in the garden. She was also a wonderful cook. She loved spending time with her family, they were everything to her.
She is survived by one daughter, Jeanette Reddish Steven DeGiulio of Blackfoot, ID; and 3 grandchildren, Dustin Dalke, Katie Dalke, Tiffanie Dalke and one beloved great granddaughter Amira.
Car... is not my step mother. She was and still is my "other mom". I remember the first time I met Car. It was on my birthday in my freshman year in high school. I remember being terrified to meet this woman as I didn’t want to see my mom hurt anymore. Stepping out of my room I saw her. Shoulder length curly reddish-blonde hair, lots of freckles, ice blue eyes, car hart blue jeans, red patterned button down t shirt and of course her Taz watch. She had this adorable shy smile that made you want to melt. You rarely ever saw it which made you want to cherish every time it came out. I looked at my mom who had this expectant look on her face. I could tell she wanted me to say hi. Mom looked more amused than anything. I finally managed to mumble out a "hi" which seemingly broke the ice as my mom started to poke fun at our mutual shyness. I noticed these shiny bags with colored tissue paper decoratively placed inside them sitting on our coffee table by where I was sitting. Cars eyes started gleaming as she looked up at me smiling. I heard her say; "those are yours, happy birthday and take good care of them." I looked at the bags curiously as I pulled them over to me. They turned out to be 3 well-worn baseball mits. Opening the other bag I found multiple baseballs. Some newer looking, others well-worn like the mits. One stood out in particular. It had autographs all around it covering it entirely. I looked at her curiously. She grinned proudly, explaining that she used to play softball years ago with a group of girls who were good friends. After she finished telling her story I found that her autograph was on that ball too. She also enclosed a birthday card in each bag each holding a $50 dollar bill. But the thing that got me the most wasn't the money. It was the fact that she would give a kid she barely knew something so personal to her. I guess I was dumbfounded. But touched none the less. Those items are now priceless to me. I have so many good memories. But these have got to be some of my favorites... I remember we were driving down I-5, a few years later.. I was riding with my mom and car was driving her blue truck as usual directly behind us. I don’t remember where we were going but Car ended up calling my mom saying she wanted her smokes. she smoked Salem’s. (yech!) lol. Anyway, next thing I know, she's now in the lane next to us inching closer and closer to the side of our vehicle. Keep in mind Car was the best driver I have ever known. My mother hands me her cigarettes and tells me to hand them to her. Car was then close enough to hold hands. I pass them over to her and with a nod and a mischievous grin she gracefully floats back behind us. I was in utter shock. But I learned quickly that that was nothing. Another good memory was my sophomore year. Almost junior, I was in class and I receive a note from the office stating Car was there to pick me up I grabbed my backpack and headed to the front of the school. I asked what was up and she said "wait till we get outside"...at that point I was lost...lol. Once we got to the car she said, "I picked you up because I wanted to. We’re tearing down your mother’s wall." I was like, "what? I’m lost here." she laughed and said, "were starting to reconstruct the house, I’m tired of waiting. So were starting without her." I at that point busted up laughing and simply said, "wow.." she looked at me, "well you can go back to school if you want..." I looked right back at her and flat out said, "hell no, I can’t miss this!" we went to home depot and bought her well-loved sledgehammer. That thing was her baby.. She talked about ripping into a wall with one of those since the day I met her...this particular day...her dream came true... In this family we had a war cry...."RAH!"....if you did not know "Rah" or my mother’s "plah"...there was no excuse for you...lol. plah was perfection...utter perfection...if you randomly heard someone yelling "Rah" you were bound to hear some form of destruction shortly to follow... now walking through homo-depot car was searching for her "rah". One aisle she would look down saying "rah?...no rah...," next aisle, "rah?...no rah.." next aisle...she finally found her rah....
"RAHH!" she found the biggest damn sledgehammer she could and we went straight to the house. Walking through the doors I noticed everything was covered in plastic and there were tarps lying on the ground.. I was like, "omg you planned this.." she answered, "hell yeah I did. Like I said I was tired of waiting." of course car got the first swing with her mighty sledgehammer... she told me to stand back. God knows I had no problem with that. In fact I stood at the complete other end of the house. "RAHHHHHH!!!" BOOM! lol. the damn thing went straight through the wall into my bedroom. I came over and car was like, "hey Jorden look at this"... I peered through the giant hole...she laughed. "your room!" I cracked up and was like, "you know mom is gonna kill us right.?" "correction, she'll kill me.. and I know, she's due to be home in an hour.." she sparked that mischievous grin. "I’m like, "ohh god.." she looked at me and said, "don’t worry I’ll deal with her, I’ll just cook up some dinner and she'll forgive me." she handed me a hammer and said, "here, have at it...this is an anger exercise.. it'll be good for you. we need some bonding time anyway." That moment I’ll remember forever. that was the first time we ever had "bonding time." one on one. Car was never a lovey dovey person. she was about tough love, responsibility and honesty. Kind of like mom explained her. she was like an M&M...hard on the outside, but deep down she's soft and sweet. that was one of the few times I ever experienced it. We were about half way done when we heard my mom's car door shut. we looked at each other as if we forgot she was even coming home and we were both like, "uh-oh.." Car took one last swing at the wall and in mid-air before she could even hit the wall, my mom walked in and was like, "CAR!!!!!" she somehow managed to stop the hammer from hitting the wall. I still to this day don’t know how the hell she did that. I'm sorry but that was a huge tool. That was also the day I vowed to never piss her off again...haha! ya that one worked...lmao. the next thing I heard come out of cars mouth was.."hi baby..." all cute like. "I just said, "hi mom!" hahaha. the look on moms face was priceless! it was plah!! lmfao!!!! god I wish I had a video camera. that video would be worth more than gold. the next memory I hold would be in FL where I got my first tattoo. I was 16 I think. I had been talking about wanting to get a tattoo forever. cars sisters tried making me a fake id when we went to Georgia but we weren’t sure whether or not it would pass so we never full on tried it. it was pretty damn good though. so finally when we drove to FL from Georgia Car and I drove everywhere (once again without moms knowledge.) lol. for a good 6 hours to find a notary to take to the tattoo parlor to get my first tattoo. I picked out a sun tattoo. Car used the video camera on her phone to tape the whole thing. she kept asking me if it hurt and teased me until I finished. mom once again came home to a surprise. haha! she wasn’t mad though. We later took an awesome vacation..
We were in the California area I believe.. we were vineyard hopping.. I was 17 and on leave for family time in military school. we went to the redwood forest and then to California. we were at this one GORGEOUS vineyard where car and mom ma...nagged to pass me as a 21 year old for wine tasting. and they both did this in a matter of two minutes flat. car took off her blue button down shirt and put her Salem smokes in my shirt pocket, took her shades and put them so they hung down from my neck in my shirt by its ear piece.. however u explain that... and that was that! lmao! we even got one of the guests who was wine tasting to take a photo of all three of us toasting the camera by the vineyard doors (great photo too!) and we did this at many vineyards! hahaha! gotta love it! I also had my first high end flavored cigar from that vineyard. I believe I got two or three. one was cappuccino flavored or something like that then the others were berry or chocolate...I don’t know... for some reason I remember three unless those are the flavors they got and I got the coffee flavor. we also saw old faithful, pier 61, Alcatraz,. We went everywhere. and I loved it! I’m a big traveler and plan on continuing. there was a big ride car and I went on in Florida as well. it was many, many stories high and kinda like a ferris wheel thing except it was only one seat that fit 2 people. and it flew around at high speeds and dropped you until u were barely able to touch the ground then flew back up. I remember my eyes were shut tight most the time and was yelling "Open your eyes Jorden, open them! you'll love it!" my eyes opened a few times. haha! but the ride was awesome! I miss her so much. Car and I didn’t always see eye to eye. but mom made a damn good point. We didn’t always get along because we were so much alike. and the more I think about it...Car was basically my twin on a lot of levels. both short fused, both like an m&m, both spontaneous and crazy goofballs, both have expensive taste in everything. hell I remember us mooning my mother at Newport and mom snapping a picture of our bare asses. haha! I have that photo. both loved WOW, both smart ass's...yep...I could go on. lol. what's funny is that I’ve actually made jokes stating that if mom and car could have a love child...they would STILL would have gotten me. lol. anyway she was the most amazing cook I’ve ever met too...omg that woman could cook for royalty.. I lived in utter heaven. So many memories with her. I've actually hoped I could somehow get our house back someday. Hopefully in similar condition.. hell if I could get that house back I’d give up Alaska. I would want to finish the plan mom and car were starting before she got sick. nothing could ever replace the memories and experiences Car gave me. and no one could ever take my other mom's place. she was and still is my hero in so many ways. Thank you Car. I love you. - Your "Kiddo"
2000 - February 10, 2013
The true meaning of a man's (woman's) best friend. He was a loyal, much loved member of the Cuff family and will be greatly missed. We will see you again soon my friend. In the meantime, run, play and continue to make friends just as you did here.
We adopted Randy from the Caldwell Humane Society and it was clear from the very start that he and I would be best friends. How could you not be with someone who is as stubborn as you are?
From the very first day we brought him into our home it was as though he had been with us forever. He fit right in and was an old soul in a puppies body. He just seemed to know what someone needed and he gave everything he had to make someone feel better when they were having a bad day, were sad, or just needed someone to play with. You could not have asked for a better friend or companion.
2003- July 10, 2013
My words cannot describe how it is I feel about the best little buddy I ever had.
Romeo was a real loving, compassionate, dog. But he was more than that... he was family. I looked at him not as a pet, or dog, but as like that of a child, a member of the family. He was brought home by my mom when he was just a wee pup. I have seen him grow, and as he grew, so did his love. He was extremely loyal. He was always there by the door when you came home, as he wagged his tail and greeted you with a bark. This continued into his old age, right up to the last day. I came home from work this morning, and there he was barking and looking up at me wagging his tail.
He was with me through 2 deployments to Iraq, and greeted me upon my return from the deployment. He was spoiled and always loved. He was always in the mood to receive treats from whatever we could not finish from our meal.
His favorite foods were Bacon, regular Lay's Potato Chips, Cheetos, popcorn, and Captain Crunch Cereal.
He loved chewing on Greenies, and was always taking your socks if you left them laying around. One of his quirks that made us smile was when he would eat from his doggie bowl. He would take the food out of his bowl, carry it 4 feet away and eat it on the carpet.
His nicknames were Romerio, and Old Man. He loved us so much, and we loved him just as much.
I know he is now in a better place, no longer in any suffering, nor old age. He is now once again young, healthy, and loved by God.
Romeo... you were a great friend, and member of our family. You will be greatly missed, and never forgotten. I thank you for being in our lives and bringing us much joy and happiness. I know you are waiting just on the other side, and that upon our passing will be reunited with us. I will be looking for you upon my arrival to Rainbow Bridge. I love Old Man, Daddy's little buddy.
Thank you for everything..... Thank you for being such a great friend.
My dad, who was my rock.
Imagine my surprise when shortly after I joined the IPRG my 78 year old mother approached me and informed me that she wanted to go ghost hunting for her 80th birthday. It was even a greater surprise when she proceeded to inform the rest of my brothers and sisters, the neighbors, the doctor, and her favorite checker at the local store that she was indeed going. When a 78 year old lady tells you what she wants to do, you do it. So, when she turned 80, we loaded into my sister’s car and drove the 8 and a half hours from Grants Pass, OR to Boise, ID. Where she joined the Boise team as an honorary member of their investigation of the Old Idaho State Penitentiary. She took her job very seriously and outperformed the much younger guest investigators. It was indeed the grand adventure that she had been hoping for. Her only complaint wasn’t about the long drive, or the late night, but that she wasn’t touched by any of the entities that inhabited the prison. The journey home was filled with her plans for her return and her next investigation.
Mom was always a big supporter of the IPRG and what we do here. She adopted my team and viewed each of the investigators as one of her own. She was always ready to step in and offer a word of wisdom, a laugh, a hug. Even the team members that she had only met on the forums were included in this. She viewed the IPRG as family and took great pride in her role as an honorary member. She attended events and opened up her house for team meetings and trainings.
Mom died in April 2015. And though she had many more grand adventures, her health kept her from making any more trips to Boise. She cherished her time with us and the friends that she made. She talked about the IPRG and her ghost hunting adventure even to the nurses and the doctors that placed her on hospice. So if you’re out investigating and you capture an evp of a giggling lady saying, “Let’s play Farkle,” know that she’s checking in on you. And tell her I say hello.
What an amazing lady Joan was. I miss all of the stories Sara would share with us, but am sure she is up there saving them all up for us when we join her and will spend a good long while catching us all up and I have no doubt that she watches over Sara with love. Sara has her own personal ANGEL and you could not ask for better one.
I met Joan in person for the first time at the Old Idaho Pen. I had spoken with her on the phone and was more than excited to see her arrive. When I say more than excited I mean that I was honored to have her here in Boise. To have someone so passionate and excited about what we do that they want to share their 80th birthday with you is truly an honor.
She loved the IPRG and her IPRG family and it showed.
The first thing that caught my attention as she stepped out of the car after an 8 hour drive was her bright smile and warm eyes. She was just as excited to meet this crazy, extended family as we were to meet her and she welcomed us with open arms and hugs all around.
She outlasted some of our guests, some of our younger guests and refused to give up. I honestly think she would have lasted till morning had we investigated that long. So, I guess when we all get tired on an investigation as can happen, we all need to remember this night and pull from Joan’s strength. She will be missed but we know she is watching over the IPRG and we love her for that.
Carie was a Director in Eastern Oregon for the IPRG. She had left the organization, but while here she did an amazing job working with clients and staff alike. She was always there for anyone in need and had one of the best hearts.
After leaving the IPRG she fell on hard times and suffered from depression and other things. Her leaving this world was a huge shock to all of us. She had so much more to offer those who loved her and miss her.
Thank you for being a part of our lives Carie. RIP.
Carie passed away from suicide. It is very important that we raise awareness. If you or someone you know needs help:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
Brenda Young, 54, of Pingree, Idaho, passed away Friday, Oct. 14, 2011, in Soda Springs, Idaho.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Friday, Oct. 21, at the Pingree 1st Ward. The family will visit with friends from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. Thursday at Hawker Funeral Home in Blackfoot and one hour prior to services at the church.
Burial will follow the services in Springfield Cemetery.
Published in Post Register on Oct. 18, 2011
This is my Aunt Brenda who I miss a great deal. She was always full of fun, laughter and up to trying out crazy new things. There was nothing she could not drive and was a great teacher. She taught me how to drive at a very young age and had patience where most others would have given up on someone so young.
More important than any of the crazy driving was her ability to listen with an open hear and mind. No judgement. She spent hours listening to me and giving advice that resonates with me to this very day. For that I am eternally grateful.
Diabetes took her from this world far to soon, but she no longer suffers from the debilitating effects of the disease. She is missed by all and loved forever.
Love you Aunt Brenda!
For more information about Diabetes: The American Diabetes Association
All of our pets have been adopted and having been so some, okay all, come with their quirks. Zach's? He was as mean as could be. The day we met him at the shelter he hissed and slapped the glasses off my mom's face. LOL
Guests had to be warned. Pet Midnight and your fine, pet Zach and you have been warned that you could come away from your meeting with a missing finger or five. To this day I have scars.
His upside, when he was not hating the world, he was the most lovable sweet kitty. He has a soft spot for Stephen and Stephen for him. They were pals to the end. Oh that cat was spoiled.
He had been through a lot prior to us adopting him. I would so like to get my hands on those people let me tell ya.
Regardless of his issues, he lived a very long life and was loved very much. It was a heartbreaking day when he passed for many. One friend gained his company back though. He and Randy were the best of friends and now they are together in heaven. Randy chasing rawhides and Zach the mice. We feel better knowing they are together and will be there for us when we pass over.
No Uncle Brent, I am not bored! Keeping plenty busy thank you very much. LOL
Telling Uncle Brent that you were bored was the equivalent to asking him for a job. Non-paying of course. You only made that mistake once. He was quick to make sure you would not be bored for the rest of your visit. And of course has been a running joke in the family for as long as I can remember.
This spoke to more than just keeping kids busy. It spoke to the strong work ethic that Uncle Brent had. Very much like my dad in that respect. I am grateful because I have that same work ethic and have these two to thank for that.
Brent also had a huge love of the outdoors. That is where you would most likely find him as opposed to sitting at home on the couch. I am so very thankful to have been raised by this amazing family that I have. FB and all of those things mean a lot less to those of who were raised with a love for the real outdoors.
Brent, you touched many lives and are greatly missed but thank you for everything! Love ya!
Brent K. Young, 62, of Moreland, Idaho, ventured on to cast his line in Heaven's rivers Thursday, Jan. 3, 2013. He passed from a heart condition which developed because of Agent Orange exposure during his service in Vietnam.
He was born in Rigby on Feb. 11, 1950, to Stanton and Virginia Young.
Over the course of his life, Brent lived in Clayton, Cobalt, Challis, Blackfoot and Riverside, Idaho, where he drove truck, worked at Bucyrus-Erie as a crane operator, maintenance mechanic and pipefitter and was a member of IUOE Local 370 in Pocatello. He was a master of all trades and took great joy in sharing his abilities to ease the burdens of others.
He proudly served in the U.S. Navy in Vietnam and was honorably discharged in 1971 on his 21st birthday. He was a lifetime member of the Disabled American Veterans and an 18-year member of the American Legion. His grateful country awarded him his high school diploma Jan. 18, 2012.
Brent's heart found its home when he married Shelli Lynn Later on July 14, 1972. Together they brought three free-spirited girls into the world: Andrea, Autumn and Ashlie.
His interests included: family, friends he called family, fishing, hunting, fly tying, BASHIN', hot coffee with close friends, camping, fabricating machinery and any reason to BBQ.
He is survived by his wife, Shelli of Moreland; daughters, Andrea (Chris) Smythe, Autumn Young and Ashlie Young; grandsons, Dillon Smythe and Dakota Jones; and mother, Virginia Young, all of Blackfoot. Also surviving are siblings, Diana (Robert) Gregg of Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, Darold Young of Springfield, Idaho, and Owen Young of Pingree, Idaho; and brothers, Roy Wiles and Lantry Wiles of Tucson, Ariz.
He was preceded in death by his father, Stanton Young; a very close cousin, Ezra Richans; self-adopted parents, Delbert and Wanda Wiles; and his sister-in-law, Brenda Wilson Young.
In accordance with his wishes, cremation was under the direction of Hawker Funeral Home. A tribute to and celebration of his life will be held from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday, Jan. 12, at the American Legion Hall, 436 N. Fisher St. in Blackfoot. A short program, military rites and open mic will begin at 3 p.m. Casual dress, please.
In lieu of flowers, donations in Brent's name can be made to the Disabled American Veterans, Pocatello Chapter 3; or the American Legion Stewart Hoover Post 23, Blackfoot.
Flew to the Angels July 2016
The following was written by Mike Cluff
Logan Batista, one of our Challenger kids died suddenly last week, he was eight years old.
Having children with special needs we know that there is a good chance they will get called home at a young age but no matter how prepared we are in that knowledge we still suffer greatly at their loss.
Logan played for the Giant's his last season but he didn't live to make it to the picnic to collect his trophy and have his team mates and other parents applaud him for his good play and sportsmanship. So, his Dad came to the picnic and quietly collected the trophy for his son and will place it in the casket at his funeral. There will be applause and hugs from friends and family and maybe even some from major league players who have gone on before.
He was a good kid and I am sorry I did not get a chance to coach him while he was here so, hopefully, we can have a catch on that side and as he is introduced there will be shouts of joy when he takes the Field of Dreams.