Christina Naomi Adam

b. 9/26/47, d. 7/4/2003, age 55

Chris was a member of Latin Club her sophomore year, and the Explosion staff and Ski Club her junior year. In her senior year, Chris was a member of the Interclub Council, on the First Semester Cabinet and the Explosion staff.

Christina’s brother Rick (’64) writes, “Just before her death [Christina] achieved a long-held dream and got books she had written published.  They are Any Small Thing Can Save You  and Love and Country”.

Michele R. Baker

b. 8/23/47, d. 3/17/67, age 19

Mickie attended Roosevelt Jr. High. At Glendale High she was a Nitroette her sophomore year, and was a member of the Pep Club and a Song Leader in her senior year.

The following notice appeared in the Glendale NewsPress:

"Michele R. Baker, 19, of 1329 Cambridge, died Friday of an illness in a Los Angeles hospital.

"She was born in Los Angeles and lived eight years in Glendale where she attended Glendale High School and Glendale College. She was a receptionist for World Wide Advertising Agency in Los Angeles.

"Miss Baker leaves her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Baker of Glendale."

Bonita Maye (Banks) Sample

b. 7/15/47, d. 9/19/2006, age 59

Bonnie passed away on September 19, 2006.  She was born on July 15, 1947, in Los Angeles.  She attended Wilson Jr. High School and was a member of the GHS graduating class of 1965. Most recently, Bonnie and her husband, Robert Sample, resided in Winnemucca, NV.

Bonnie had one son, Sean Lemke of La Crescenta, and a daughter, Jennifer Rojo, of Canyon Country. Bonnie also leaves behind grandsons Miguel and James of Canyon Country, her mother, Marjorie Banks, and sister Kathie (Banks) Hagen of Pasadena.

A service was held in Hollywood Hills, California, on Wednesday, September 27, 2006, at Forest Lawn’s Church of the Hills.

Joseph Breckenridge Barnes

b. 8/19/48, d. November 2002, age 54

Joey was born in Searcy, Arkansas, and moved to Glendale as a child. At Glendale he was in Mixed Chorus his Freshman year, and A’Cappella his junior and senior years. After high school he served in the U.S. Marines, and then worked for Robert Hall Cheverolet in Glendale. In 1967 he married Vicki Reggiani (GHS ’66) with whom he had two sons, twins Joey and John, born in 1968, and four grandchildren.

Wayne Gregory remembers: “In 1964 I met Joey in Dean Dill’s garage (a converted weight room). Joey had the most magnificent upper body I have ever seen, then or since. Joey was a smooth, mild mannered, cool guy. If you wanted to be some other guy, you wanted to emulate Joey. He drove a clean blue pick-up to school. Joey always exuded this self confidence in himself, his dress, his style and his walk. He wore those off-the-rack, crisp, short sleeved shirts from Webb’s with dark nylon trousers and loafers to school.

Joey was always his own man, even then. We worked together on a Christmas tree lot across from Chevy Chase pharmacy, but Joey didn't want to get mussed, so he drove the Christmas trees in his truck. Joey was GHS's Fabian back then. In 1969 there was a GHS grad who was lifting weights, much like Joey. He said he wanted to look like Joey Barnes. I last saw Joey in ‘68 at Loves Bar-b-que. He had a crisp shirt and tie and said he worked on a car lot. I was thinking Fabian, yes, Fabian!”

Joey died from diabetes, according to Vicki, from whom he was divorced in 1971, but with whom he kept in touch the last few years of his life.

Frederic R. Buckley

b. 4/22/47, d. 1/8/87 in Marin County, CA, age 39

Fred attended Wilson Jr. High. Classmate Kathy Mason recalls winning dance contests at the Y with Fred who was an excellent dancer and “a fun and forgiving dance partner and a good teacher.” At Glendale, Fred acted in the Drama Department presentation of “The Sandbox”.

Classmate Wayne Gregory writes that “Fred was a natural people person even as a kid, and was the most popular guy with the girls in school. He sat right next to me along with Connie Freeman in Mr. Estep’s 6th grade class, and he could say all the right things and make her laugh. I was envious of his popularity because I was shy. He had a certain charm and wit about him which the girls understood. His popularity continued on at Wilson Jr. High. He couldn't play kick ball, but I would have gladly traded strong points with him.”

According to his brother Michael, Fred graduated from Cal State L.A. with a degree in sociology. Their father had been a public defender for Los Angeles County, and their mother was active in helping people in need, so both boys absorbed a desire to serve others.

Fred briefly worked as a probation officer, and then was a houseparent in a home for children in foster care. Eventually, Fred decided to pursue his passion for gardening, and moved to San Francisco in 1977. Michael says that for nearly ten years Fred worked as a gardener and landscaper, and was well-known and highly regarded for being conscientious, and for his ability to grow ornamental plants. For a while, Fred worked full time on just two lavish, upper-class homes in San Francisco.

Fred and Michael became the closest of friends, and in the mid-80s went into partnership to build a house in Sausalito together, starting from scratch with clearing the land. Around Thanksgiving of 1986, when Michael realized Fred was very ill with AIDS, he called on his friends in the construction business to bring about the completion of the house. Just after Christmas 1986, Fred was able – with great effort and determination - to visit the newly finished house, of which both brothers were extremely proud. He died several days later.

Michael describes Fred as “a kind, gracious, jovial, loving person and a tremendously sensitive soul” who he will miss every day.

Douglas Anthony Chatard

b. 3/1/47, d. 6/10/87, age 40

There were four children in the Chatard family: the eldest son was David, who was out of high school when the family moved to Glendale and who now lives in Mission Viejo; Doug, six years younger than Dave; and two daughters: Joyce (Class of ’70 – who now lives in Glendale in the home Doug grew up in) and Jeanee (Class of ’72, who lives with her husband in Atlanta). Doug attended Wilson Jr. High in 8th and 9th grade. At Glendale High, he participated in Latin Club, Key Club, Jr. Statesmen, the Science and Chemistry Club, and Thespians in his senior year. He graduated from Long Beach State with a degree in business.

Following college, Doug and fellow GHS classmate Chris Miller went to northern California and were in business together. Chris eventually returned to southern California, and Doug moved to the Garberville area, in Humboldt County. According to Dave, Doug built “a really cool, very rustic house on a beautiful piece of land right on the ocean,” and continued to craft furniture. Doug had four daughters, now ranging in age from mid-twenties to their late thirties.

Doug was seriously hurt in a chain-saw accident. Dave said many people tried to dissuade Doug from working with this type of equipment because of his Hemophilia. But Doug loved cutting large burls from the beautiful California redwoods to use in his furniture business. As a result of his injuries, he went to a hospital in Los Angeles to recuperate. While there, he contracted pneumonia, and died in 1987.

Charlene Rae (Curtis) Glass

b. 6/3/47, d. 11/21/02, age 55

Charlene was born in Waterloo, Iowa, and moved with her family to Glendale in 1954. She attended Roosevelt Jr. High. At Glendale High, Charlene was a Nitroette, and in her senior year was Head Flag Girl.

She married David Glass with whom she had two children, Keisha in 1969 and Jeffrey in 1972. Keisha now has a son and a daughter, and lives near Boise, Idaho. Jeffrey lives in Oregon with his wife and two daughters.

According to her brother Craig Curtis (’62), Charlene and her family relocated with David's company to several cities around the country including Sandy, Utah, and Cincinnati, Ohio. After he retired, the family settled near Boise, where Keisha and Jeff attended Boise State University and Charlene worked as a secretary for the County of Ada.

In the summer of 2002, Charlene had surgery on her knee. She later went to a rehab facility, according to her son Jeff, for non-invasive treatment to straighten the knee out. While there, she was given an epidural (for pain) with a needle which was later found to have been unsterile. As a result, Jeff says, his mother “contracted a rare form of a flesh-eating virus that killed her in a matter of a few days – it ate her from the inside out.”

Jeff adds that his mother enjoyed “RV-ing” and her two little Yorkie Terriers, Joey and Chloe.  

Tim Erganian

b. 4/18/47, d. 3/12/01, age 53

Donald L. Gardner
(no senior photo available)

b. 2/6/47, d. 12/18/75 in L.A., age 28

Donnie attended Wilson Jr. High, and Glendale High in his sophomore and junior years. Larry Neal recalls, "There was never a dull moment when Donnie was around. He always enjoyed music and playing his drums."

Wayne Gregory remembers Donnie as a small guy, but very cool. “I went to Wilson with him and we had a couple of classes together,” writes Wayne. “He was a riot and real hoot. Lets see, flattop with fenders and a vinyl jacket with a St. Christopher hanging down. A playboy before his time.

"I can actually envision him like it was yesterday, sitting across from me in class," says Wayne. "We also had a gym class together and that was the only time Donnie became mortal. Otherwise the girls loved him, maybe even more than they did Fred Buckley? I used to view Donnie like this real rich kid similar to the comic book Richie Rich. He was really smooth and I think he must have worked at it. I remember Donnie talking like he was in high school, and he sometimes carried a hot rod book about fast cars.”

According to the Glendale NewsPress, Donnie was the son of Althea M. Gardner and the late Donald Lee Gardner, MD. He was also survived by his sister, Annalee (Gardner) Olmedo and his nephew, Mark Olmedo. Donnie was buried in the Garden of Memory at Forest Lawn.

Hans Gregorius

b. 5/24/47, d. 6/21/94, age 47

Although Hans Gregorius didn’t graduate from Glendale High, he had many friends there who knew him from junior high. He will no doubt be remembered as the most prominent figure in a photo from the Dec. 30, 1961, Saturday Evening Post, which featured a group of students from Glendale in an article about youth in America.

Hans left Glendale in about 1962, and moved with his family to Balboa Island. During his high school years, Hans attended a boarding school in northern California, and spent a semester in Germany. He attended Loma Linda University, and then earned his medical degree in Mexico, where he met his wife, Elaine. Hans became a psychiatrist, and he, Elaine, their daughter (born in 1977) and Elaine’s two children lived happily in New Jersey for 20 years. Elaine describes Hans as a generous and devoted father, always going the extra mile for his children.

In 1994, while attending a medical conference in Texas, Hans died suddenly of heart failure. Elaine says that Hans remained active all his life (tennis, golf, scuba diving and surfing), and that he was a very content person who “enjoyed every day of his life.”

James Jay Hanstein

b. 9/7/46 in NY, d. 4/6/90, age 43

In his senior year, Jim was president of the Investment Club, and was on the Interclub Council. After high school he served in the Navy on the USS Ranger CV 61 as a photographers mate, and then went to work for the City of Glendale in their power generation plant. In 1980 Jim went to work for the Department of Water Resources in Southern California, four years later transferring to the Geothermal Power Plant in Cobb Lake County, in northern California. He was tragically killed on his motorcycle in 1990. Jim is buried at Glenbrook Cemetery in Cobb. The inscription on his grave marker reads: "His time was short - more aware of himself - and the life surrounding him."

Stephen Lyle Hemphill

b. 10/10/47, d. 2/3/05, age 57


 

Judith Margaret (Henson) Scarlett

b. 6/11/47, d. 6/11/75, on her 28^th birthday

Judi was born in Long Beach, CA, on June 11, 1947. She went to school in Torrance, CA, through her sophomore year of high school. Her family moved to Glendale in 1963, and she attended GHS her junior and senior years.

Soon after graduation Judi married Brian Scarlett, a classmate at GHS, and in September 1966 their son, Brian Scarlett Jr., was born. Brian Jr. graduated from Glendale High in 1983 and attended Glendale College.

According to Brian Sr., Judi worked for Los Angeles County in the bilingual communications department using Spanish language skills she learned at GHS.  She was active in the anti-Vietnam war movement and was very giving of her time and energy to others.

Judi died suddenly on her 28th birthday June 11, 1975.  She was survived by her husband, her son, her parents, Mildred and Joe Henson, her sister Linda and her brother Joe. Her goodness and her sense of humor are still missed by all.

John Thomas Hertel

b. 3/24/47, d. 8/3/91, age 44

John was one of two sons of John and Georgina Hertel. John and his brother George ('66) attended Wilson Jr. High before Glendale High. (John also attended Glendale Jr. College and Pacific Airmotive in Burbank.) In March 1967, John married GHS classmate Kathleen Carter, with whom he had four children: Adrienne, Jeff, Jennifer and Meighan.

For many years the family lived in Palm Desert, where John eventually became the Operations Manager for American Airlines. In 1985 John and Kathy divorced, and John eventually moved to Moreno Valley. According to George, that is where John was living when he developed appendicitis. While in treatment it was discovered that he had colon cancer, and in spite of chemotherapy, he died in August 1991. John Sr., who worked at the Chevy Chase Pharmacy for years, had died a year earlier, and Georgina died in November 1995.

George, who lives in Washington State, said John was very good with his hands and excelled at auto and airplane mechanics as well as at home remodeling. George laughed as he described John driving George's "go-cart" (capable of speeds of 80 mph) in the Glendale-Hoover parade. George said both boys delivered papers for the Glendale NewsPress, and loved working on cars when they were growing up. "He was my best friend ever," said George, "and I still miss him."

He was on dialysis for 8 years. He leaves behind his two sisters, Mary Jo and Cheryl, his brother Steven, and two nephews, Adam Kinsinger and Josh Wishoff.

William Russell Hose

b. 1/15/47, d. 1/12/01, age 53

Russ grew up in Glendale along with his brother Greg (’67) and sister Debbie (’69), and attended Wilson Jr. High. After graduation, Russ studied in Spain at the University of Salamanca before graduating from UCLA. He earned his law degree in southern California, where he worked until moving to the central California town of Parlier. His parents had purchased a large farm on the Kings River, and Russ and his family moved there to manage the farm. He also continued his law practice there until shortly before he died in 2001 from pancreatic cancer.

Russ and his wife, Susan, had three children and six grandchildren. While raising his children, practicing law, managing the family business and collecting exotic cars, Russ also earned licenses to pilot multi-engine planes and helicopters. His brother, Greg, recalls that Russ “enjoyed piloting sailplanes, and owned a rare WWII stagger-wing bi-plane. Every commander in the military had one at his disposal during the war,” Greg explains, and Russ was proud to own one of the few of this vintage still in existence.

Russ will be remembered by his classmates for his warm humor, quiet wit and kindness.

Andrei Kaminski

b. 2/10/47, d. 12/6/99, age 52

After graduating from Glendale, Andrei served in Viet Nam, then attended school on the east coast, becoming a Dr. of Chiropractic. He practiced as a Chiropractor his entire life, touching many people’s lives. He was diagnosed with colorectal cancer and worked up until the time he became ill from the chemotherapy and radiation treatments he was receiving. He died in December 1999 after a brief illness.

Andrei was in the Regular Army starting in June 1966, and then served three years in the Army Reserve. While on active duty in Vietnam from January 1967 to January 1968, he earned the National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal, Meritorious Unit Commendation Medal, and the Good Conduct Medal.

In 1971, Andrei married Claudia Moore, with whom he had three children: Andrew, Earl and Nellie. Andrew, his first born, now lives in Washington state with his wife Tricia and their two children, Kierstyn Andreia and Drew Robert. Earl still lives in southern California. Nellie also lives in Washington state and was married to Spencer Robinson, a Washington state trooper.

Andrei enjoyed fishing trips with his sons and spending time with his family. Yearly trips to Lake Huntington and Bishop will always be remembered by his children.

Andrei’s sister, Gabriella (Class of ’67), also had two boys and a girl, and lives in Glendale with her husband, Mike Gleason. Andrei and Gabriella had a brother, Robert, who died at age 17 in Montrose when the car in which he was riding rolled over.

Andrei’s mother has lived in the family home where Andrei grew up - on Rosemount Road in Glendale - for over 50 years.

Kenneth Thomas Kaz

b. 9/19/47, d. January 2001, age 53

Ken was born in Chicago, IL, and moved to Glendale as a child with his older sister and parents. At Glendale High, Ken was in R.O.T.C. his junior year.

After leaving Glendale, Ken lived in Kansas, and then returned to southern California. He was married twice and had two step-children, and eventually settled in the Cedar Pines Park area where he worked for the waste management department for the County of San Bernardino.

Ken was an active outdoorsman, according to his close friend and classmate, Pam (Sweetser) Arduino, with whom he shared a birthday. So it was a shock when, in January 2001, Ken walked into his office and dropped dead from a massive heart attack. Pam describes Ken as “a wonderful, gentle, loving person, and a great friend.”

Jimmy Joil Keck
(no senior photo available)

b. 5/24/46, d. 4/19/85, age 38

Jimmy, whose unusual middle name resulted from a misspelling of “Joel”, was born in Earle, Arkansas. Jimmy was one of six siblings, some of whom attended Hoover and some of whom graduated from Glendale. He attended Roosevelt Jr. High.

In 1972 Jimmy married Sharon Sheveland, a 1970 GHS grad, with whom he had two children, Steven and Diana. Steven, a computer engineer, and Diana, an office manager, both live in northern California.

Jimmy was drafted after high school and served in Vietnam in the U.S. Army from January 1966 to January 1968, serving as a gunner and ammo bearer, followed by four years in the Army Reserves. For his service Jimmy earned a National Defense Medal, Vietnam Service Medal with 3 bronze service stars, Vietnam Campaign Medal, Vietnam Cross of Gallantry Unit Citation with palm, Good Conduct Medal, and a Combat Infantryman Badge. After his active duty service, Jimmy graduated from Glendale College. He worked as a welder in Glendale and Burbank and for the L.A. Unified School District. In 1985, Jimmy was killed in a construction accident when he fell from a high-rise building he was working on.

Sharon describes Jimmy as a man who loved life, who was a great dancer and sports fan (especially the L.A. Rams), and who was the life of the party.

Jan Ann (Kelley) Bailey

b. 10/4/47, d. 8/26/95, age 47

Jan attended Wilson Jr. High. As a sophomore at Glendale, she joined the Latin Club, and performed an Irish jig in the talent show with Jeanne Beach, Vera Wells and Kim Murdoch. In her junior year, Jan was a member of the Honor Society and participated in G.A.A. team sports, and as a senior played on the girls volleyball team.

After graduating from Glendale High School, Jan went to work as a grocery clerk for a few years. She then went to work for the City of Los Angeles as an administrative assistant and was assigned to the Hollywood Division of the LAPD. While working at Hollywood Division, she met her future husband, David Bailey, a police officer, and they were married in Glendale in 1969. Within three years, Jan gave birth to two boys, David Jr. in 1970 and Matthew in 1972.

In 1973 Jan and her family moved to Orange County, where she entered a nursing program at a local college. While going to school part time and taking care of her family, Jan completed her nursing degree in 1979. Although juggling many responsibilities, she graduated in the top 10% of her class and was hired by St. Joseph’s Hospital in Orange County in the OB section. She soon was considered one of the best OB nurses in the hospital.

As a child, Jan loved riding horses, and had always wanted to return to this sport, which she did in 1980. She put the same energy and intensity into her riding as she did in her career and soon became a top notch, blue ribbon rider and English jumper.

In 1992, Jan was diagnosed with breast cancer and went through all the treatments and was declared free of cancer in 1993. In 1994 she entered USC’s Nurse Midwife program. Again, she put her full enthusiasm into the program and was in the top 1% of her class as her graduation approached. During one of her follow-ups with her oncologist, it was discovered that cancer had returned to her breast area. The doctor agreed with Jan to delay treatment for two months until she finished her midwife program. She continued at school and graduated with honors in June 1995. Soon after, her health began to deteriorate rapidly, and cancer was found in her liver. She passed away on August 26, 1995 at St. Joseph’s Hospital. In discussions with Jan before her passing, she expressed two regrets in her life: that she was unable to see her grandchildren, and that she was not able to practice as a nurse midwife.

Jan was a steadfast, even-handed force in her family and left two well-mannered, high-principled sons. Matthew is a police officer and his brother, David, owns an advertising company. Both live in the southern California area. Jan’s parents, Bud Kelley and Jennie Kelley, passed away in the 1980’s. She had no brothers or sisters.

Bruce Irwin Landenberger
(no senior photo available)

b. 7/22/47, d. 2/19/71 in L.A., age 23

Bruce attended Glendale High in his sophomore year.

Diane McKay remembers Bruce as "a gentle, strong, beautiful soul. I only knew him for four months but he changed my life. We worked together at the Sizzler in 1969. He was on a college deferment - he did not want to kill people in Vietnam, nor did he want to leave his family and go to Canada. At the time, the war was hanging over us all and it was very difficult.

"Bruce possessed grace, humor, compassion, and a quiet self-assurance. He brought me out of my shell and taught me how to relate to customers at the restaurant. This was my first job - I was only 17 - and he eased my transition into the working world. We had many deep conversations on our breaks at work. He was well-liked by everyone he came in contact with. He was also a wonderful artist, a prolific painter. His mother used to say that his watercolor scenes contained every detail of the places they'd visited, even though they were painted more than a decade later. I have one of those paintings, and it is one of my most valuable possessions.

"Words are not adequate to describe Bruce. He was a deep spirit, wise beyond his years, and he left this earth too soon. I was lucky to have known him."

The following appeared in the Glendale NewsPress:

"Bruce I. Landenberger, 23, of 965 Coronado Drive, Glendale, died Friday (Feb. 19) at his home. He was born in Los Angeles and lived in Glendale all his life. He had been a cook for Sizzler Restaurant.

"He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Landenberger of Glendale; maternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Martin Hansen of Vista; and his paternal grandmother, Mrs. Anna Landenberger of Los Angeles."

Bruce was buried at Forest Lawn following a service at the Wee Kirk o' the Heather chapel.

Phillip Lesley MacLeod

b. 2/28/47, d. 5/17/69, age 22

Phil attended John Muir Elementary School and Roosevelt Jr. High. At Glendale, Phil ran on the Junior Varsity Cross Country team in his junior and senior years, and senior year was also a member of Mu Alpha Theta. He also was a member of R.O.T.C. Company A all three years at Glendale.

In January 1969 he joined the Army, and served in South Viet Nam where he was killed by enemy fire on May 17, 1969, in Tay Ninh province. For his service, Phil earned the Army Commendation Medal, Combat Infantry’s Badge, National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal, Republic of Vietnam Campaign Ribbon, Military Merit Medal, Gallantry Cross with Palm, Good Conduct Medal, and the Purple Heart and Bronze Star Medals.

The following appeared in the Glendale NewsPress:

"Glendale Hero Dies in Viet Trap

"A 22 year-old Glendale war hero has been killed in Vietnam while searching for Viet Cong mines. Army Spec. 4 Phillip L. MacLeod was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Robert J. MacLeod, of 1721 Marion Drive.

"He was stationed about 35 miles from Saigon.

"MacLeod graduated from Glendale High School in 1965 and attended Glendale College, [where] he was studying to be a mathematics and physical education teacher.

"The wiry private won an Army Commendation Medal for action January 28. He had volunteered for a patrol after a heavy fight with the enemy. The patrol captured an enemy soldier and found victims of the battle. He was credited with 'personal bravery, agressiveness, and devotion to duty.'"

"Burial will be in Forest Lawn Memorial Park."

Phil's name appears on the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington, DC (Panel 24W – Row 033).

James Kendall Mattis

b. 4/6/47, d. 9/13/00, age 53

Jim was an active member of Latin Club, ROTC, and the winning Scholarquiz team.  In 1969 he married his high school sweetheart, Toni Staszek, to whom he was married for 30 years. They had a daughter, Sharon Diaz, and a granddaughter, Sierra. 

Jim had a BA in History from Claremont Men's College and an MA from U.C. Berkeley. After serving in the Army, he became a C.P.A. in Glendale where he worked until his death.

Aldea Marie Milemore

b. 10/16/47, d. 3/26/03, age 55

Aldea was the eldest of three Milemore daughters including Carol (’68) and Pat. Carol lives in Glendale, and their parents, who have been married more than 60 years, live in Joshua Tree, CA.

Aldea’s father retired from the Los Angeles Police Department in 1974, and he and Mrs. Milemore moved to Guam where he taught political science at the University of Guam. Aldea and her first husband, Jim, moved to Guam and both joined the police force there.

While in Guam, Aldea divorced and then married a Guamanian with whom she returned to the U.S. about 1978, settling in Las Vegas where both became security guards. Aldea had five children with her first two husbands (three daughters and two sons), and two granddaughters. After three more marriages, Aldea moved to Arizona where she lived until she died suddenly of a brain aneurysm in March 2003.  

Craig Edmund Montgomery

b. 7/8/47, d. 11/16/97 in Los Angeles, age 50

Craig was a member of Honor Society II and a member of the Stage Crew in his sophomore year. In his senior year, Craig was Key Club Treasurer, and was a member of the Science and Chemistry Club, and Latin Club.

Lloyd Timothy Morgan

b. 4/16/47, d. 9/20/69, age 22

Tim attended Glenoaks Elementary, then a private school for a year before starting at Wilson in the 8th grade. Tim participated in a number of clubs and activities in his three years at Glendale, including freshman year Student Congress, Orbs, and Golf Club. He was a blocking back his junior and senior years on the Varsity Football team.

In the spring of 1968 he went to Vietnam, returning in the summer of ’69. Shortly after his return, he died instantly in a car accident.

Wayne Gregory writes: "Tim’s mom and dad lived a block away from me. His parents took me to Ram and Dodger games that I otherwise wouldn’t have seen because my father worked long hours. Tim’s dad was an Oregon State Alumnus and never missed Oregon State games against USC and UCLA, which they often took me to. We went to the Roy Campanella night in the Coliseum together.

"Back in those days, all the guys coming back from Vietnam bought sports cars first thing. Tim’s mom bought him an mg - a very small car - and the accident occurred at a 4 way stop in the La Crescenta area. It was maybe a week after we talked at a Glendale College JC football game at Moyse Field. I believe Tim’s dad had passed away by the time of Tim’s death. They were older parents sort of. His mom was devastated by the loss of Tim. For her, the sun rose and set on him. I went to the funeral home and then the funeral. The Lutheran church was packed. The war aged us, but Tim had this mustache and it didn't seem like Tim.

"Tim Morgan was a Class A person. I never met anyone in high school as upstanding and kind as Tim was. He was a meticulously clean and respectable young man. There are no words to properly describe the gentleman he was."

The following appeared in the Glendale NewsPress:

"Viet War Veteran Dies in Montrose Accident

"A Glendale High School graduate who survived the war in Vietnam, died in an auto accident here Saturday. He has been identified as Lloyd Timothy Morgan, 22, a former Glendale resident and a veteran of the Vietnam war.

"Morgan, who was killed when he was thrown from his small sports car in a collision with a pickup truck, had served one year in Vietnam with the military. A 22-year resident of Glendale, Morgan recently moved with his family to Huntington Beach. He attended Glendale schools and graduated from Glendale High School. He had also been enrolled as a student at Golden West College in Huntington Beach.

"He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Thomas Morgan of Huntington Beach, and a grandfather, Arthur L. Morgan."

Tim is buried at Pacific View Memorial Park in Corona del Mar, CA, where actor John Wayne is also buried.

Thomas Andrew Mullen

b. 3/13/48, d. 11/2/67 in Placer County, CA, age 19

Tom was born in California, and was the youngest of four children. He had two older sisters - Babs Mullen ’63 and Meg Mullen - and an older brother. The family moved to Glendale from the Sacramento area just before Tom’s sophomore year at Glendale High. After attending Glendale College for two years, he entered Berkeley in the fall of 1967, and was planning to become a doctor, according to classmate Joyce (Giles) Chaffin.

Tom had worked as a newspaper boy for the Glendale NewsPress, eventually earning and saving enough money to buy himself a motorcycle which enabled him to deliver two or three routes at the same time. In the fall of ’63, Tom was riding his bike near the Los Feliz fountain, and was run over by a city garbage truck. Although he was seriously injured, he did make a full recovery, and returned to school. Tom was a member of Honor Society II in his sophomore year, and as a senior was a member of the Student Congress and was awarded a Bank of America Certificate.

Joel Sandell, Hoover ’64, recalls: “I sat next to Tom Mullen in a morning chemistry class at Glendale College in the fall of 1965. It may have been his first college class. I remember Tom as fast moving and alert, always having a quick take on things. He developed an important presence in the class not only because of his top test scores, but also because he knew how to grin at the foibles of me and my pals in the room. He was frequently commended for his excellent lab exercise work.

I would never have guessed that Tom was only 17 years old. He was confident in his mastery of Chemistry 101, and always had on the smile that shows in his GHS graduation portrait. He was appreciative of the instructor’s efforts to bring occasional bits of humor, through puns and wry stories, into the lectures. (The instructor, David Hurst, new in 1965, is still at Glendale College 40 years later, now teaching astronomy.) I imagine that Tom would have become a sales engineer of big-ticket items, or a physician. (With a boat at Sausalito.) Energetic, smart, and with a talent for clever comments, Tom was in his element with all the scientific gadgets and with his pals.”  

Christine Louise (Nichols) Freitas

b. 4/25/47, d. 2/15/95, age 47

Christine attended Wilson Jr. High. She had an older sister, Marilyn (who lives in Tyler, TX), and a younger brother, Thomas B. Nichols III, who graduated from Glendale in 1966, and now lives in Washington. Christine married Al Freitas, with whom she had two sons, Jeffrey Scott and Bradley David.

Jeff described Christine as “first and foremost a great wife and mom.” She was a bowling center manager, and enjoyed crafts, golf, and family trips. “She loved being outdoors and gardening,” said Jeff, and although she died too soon, had a wonderful life. He remarked on her loving and caring ways, and the happy marriage his parents enjoyed. (His father has also passed away.)

Christine was just 47 when she died from melanoma in Houston in 1995.

Richard Edward Panian

b. 6/18/46, d. 11/15/91, age 45

In August 1967, Richard married Dorothy (Dottie) Heard (GHS Class of '64), who confirms that he died of cancer in Los Angeles in 1991.

“Richard and I went to John Muir Elementary School together," writes classmate Larry Neal, “and then Richard attended Roosevelt and I went to Wilson before we met up again at Glendale High. We played and hung out together more in elementary school than high school, but always maintained a friendship. Richard and I used do what boys do: wander around the neighborhood, play sports, games, find other friends to play with, have a sleepover, and just hang out.

"As I recall Richard lived with his mom. I can’t recall ever meeting his dad. At Glendale Richard was a varsity lineman. He was also on the track team and threw the shot put. He worked in the grocery business for some time after high school, but I lost contact with him except when we would occasionally bump into each other. I would love to have been able to catch up on life with him at the reunion. Sadly, for some like Richard, the journey here ends far to soon. I’ll have to catch up with him later.”

James Charles Phillips

d. After 1995, possiby in MA

Jim sang with the Mixed Chorus his freshman year at Glendale, and A’Cappella in his senior year.

 

Douglas McKinley Pickett

b. 7/30/47, d. 4/28/96, age 48

Doug attended Wilson Jr. High and Glendale High. He died in Riverside, CA.

Terry Craig Priebe

b. 6/20/47, d. 3/18/83, age 35

Craig was born in Des Moines, Iowa. The family moved to California when he was one, and his sister, Diane (Priebe) Barton (GHS ’70), was born four years later. At Glendale High, Craig participated in Orbs and Varsity Track.

Craig was married twice. He and his first wife had a daughter, Julie, born in 1970, who lives in Sonora, California. Craig had been married to his second wife, Sherline, for nearly four years when he died. According to his sister, one of Craig’s great passions in life was running, and he was on the varsity track team at Glendale. He kept in shape after high school with running and bodybuilding. He was working for a security alarm company when he died.

After graduation, Craig joined the Marines and served two tours in Vietnam: the first from February 1966 to December 1966, and the second from March 1967 (when he boarded the USNS Gordon in San Diego for transport to DaNang) to January 1969, at which time he was discharged from the Marines as a Corporal. For his service Craig earned a Presidential Unit Citation, National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal with 3 service stars, Vietnam Campaign Medal, Navy-Marine Corps Parachute Insignia, and a Rifle Marksman Badge.

Craig’s second tour of duty included 13 months in the jungles followed by ten months at Camp Pendleton. According to his sister, “Craig had a lot of health problems as a result of being repeatedly exposed to Agent Orange.” On March 18, 1983, he suffered a fatal cardiac arrest, which was attributed to his exposure to Agent Orange.

Wayne Gregory remembers that Craig’s picture was on the Marine Recruiters wall when Wayne signed up. “Craig’s mom, dad, and sister Diane often visited with my family when we were over in Nam, and Craig himself comforted my family,” writes Wayne. “Craig was in Recon, which was fitting considering his physique and strength. We remained friends for years and I last remember him as a trainer in a gym on Brand.”  

Timothy Hayes Rooney

b. 1/4/47, d. 9/23/2006, age 59

"Timothy Rooney, 2nd son of screen legend, Mickey Rooney, died yesterday, following a five year battle with dermatomyositis. Tim began his career as a child actor, appearing in numerous films and TV shows after a miraculous recovery from childhood polio, which had left him paralyzed for two years. He and older brother, Mickey Rooney Jr. along with good friend, Paul Petersen, were signed by Disney as original Mouseketeers in TV's, 'The Mickey Mouse Club'.

"Timothy appeared in over a dozen films including 'Riot on Sunset Strip', 'King of the Roaring 20's' and 'Village of the Giants'. His acting in episodic television included 'Bewitched', 'Dragnet', 'Gidget', 'Adam-12' and a co-starring role in the sitcom, 'Room For One More'. Tim also did major voice-over work, some of which included Theodore in the 'Chipmunk' cartoons, and ads for McDonald's.

"Tim performed as a singer-songwriter on Johnny Carson's 'Tonight Show'. He and brothers Mickey Jr. and Teddy were signed to Columbia Records, as 'The Rooney Bros.' in the late 60s, recording original material with producer, Jerry Fuller. And, both Tim and Mick Jr. recorded with stepbrothers Dan Kessel & David Kessel.

Timothy was a highly intelligent, articulate, charismatic, outgoing guy who became friendly with many notables including Elvis, Howard Hughes and General Omar Bradley.

"Tim's mother, B.J. Baker, (Miss Alabama 1944, as Betty Jane Rase), was a top Hollywood background singer and vocal contractor for Sinatra, Elvis and many others, on countless records and films. She and his father Mickey married in 1944 after Rooney's divorce from first wife, actress Ava Gardner.

"Timothy is survived by older brother, Mickey Rooney Jr.; stepbrothers Dan Kessel and David Kessel; dear friend Pamela McClenathan; brothers Teddy, Michael and Jimmy Rooney; sisters Kelly, Kerry, Kimmy Sue and Jonelle Rooney; stepbrothers Chris and Mark Aber-Rooney, stepmother Jan Chamberlain-Rooney and father, Mickey Rooney."

[The Class of '65 thanks Tim's step-brother, Dan Kessel, for granting the use of Tim's photo, and the foregoing text from his web site.]

Tim attended Wilson Jr. High. He sang in the A’Capella Choir his junior and senior years at Glendale.

From Tim’s step-brother, Dan Kessel: “I remember when he attended Glendale High. He enjoyed it and all of his friends there. It was one of the rare and cherished ‘real world’ school episodes of his youth, outside of his semesters at Hollywood Professional School, and tutors on the Warners lot.”

George Hiller remembered Tim, in whose Mustang he sometimes “bummed a ride home from school”:

“Nice kid, Tim. He drove a fastback Mustang and dated my ‘girlfriend’ Nancy Pugh. Tim was my neighbor up on Las Flores Drive where he lived with his Mom (a former Miss Alabama) and step-dad, jazz guitarist Barney Kessel. Tim had the lead in the play ‘Dark of the Moon’ at GHS our senior year. Tim and his Dad played father and son in a TV sitcom (called 'Mickey'), and a movie called "Riot on Sunset Strip."

Classmate Curt Hostettler tells of fun times with Tim long before both attended Glendale High: "Timmy, his brother Mickey Jr., and I met in the lobby of the Capitol Theater on Brand Blvd. It was near Halloween, and they were showing 'The House on Haunted Hill.' Timmy had a Frankenstein mask and I had a slip-on monster hand and arm. (Please remember we were around 11 years-old!) We figured we would sit behind some girls and scare them - Mickey Jr. wasn't having any part of this since he was older. Anyway, we scared several people. I would reach out in front of our victims with the bloody-looking hand during a scary part of the movie. I would be leaning over out of sight, and Timmy would be right there in his mask when the person turned around to see what was going on. We got several screams before running off.

"After the movie, we were out front waiting to be picked up and, as I remember, their Mom couldn't pick them up - I think it was car trouble. She had called the theater to tell them to catch a cab. About that time, my Mom came to pick me up and, since it was an evening show, she offered to drive them home. As we drove, we started to talk. I didn't know who his parents were - all I knew was that they lived up near Verdugo Park in a nice, Spanish-style two-story house. We made plans to go to the YMCA, and that is when he told me who his Father was.

"We used to meet up near the YMCA to play pool and ping pong. My Mom was the bookkeeper at Jackson's Bowling Alley, so I got to play for free. Timmy and I hung out for just a few weeks. We met again later at GHS, and though we had our own groups of friends and never had any classes together, we would say hi when we saw each other."

The following was received from Tim’s friend, Andrea Messick:

I met Tim in early 1990 when he was the manager of the Maxim Plum in Lancaster, California. I know that no one is really without flaws or perfect, but in my eyes Tim was. He never uttered one unkind word about anyone, including people that did him wrong. Although Tim was very proud of both of his parents and loved them both dearly, he never used the fact that he was the son of a beauty queen and singer (Tim's mom was Miss Alabama) and a movie legend - his dad, of course, was screen legend Mickey Rooney.

Tim was very funny and his jokes were clean. He was a man's man, and treated every woman like a lady. He did not care who you were or where you were from - you were treated with dignity and respect. When he introduced himself, it was simply, Hi I'm Tim.

He treated his staff like family, which I was fortunate enough to be a part of for a short time. Tim took pride in everything he did and had. If one thing failed, he got up, dusted himself off, and tried something else. Tim is one of only two people I have ever trusted 100% in my whole life.

Tim was intelligent, charismatic, and very wise. He made you want to do better, be a better person. What the world lost when Tim passed is priceless. I will miss him every day of my life. To sum up Tim's life isn't easy other than to say, "Well Done."

John Richard Schlesselman

b. 9/26/47, d. 9/23/85, both in Lane County, OR, age 37

John attended Wilson Jr. High. At Glendale he was a member of the Student Congress in his junior year.

 

James Herbert Snipes

b. 8/21/47, d. 9/5/89, age 42

Jim was married in 1965 to Linn D. Harley, with whom he had two children. Their daughter, Carolyn Renee Snipes was born in Glendale on February 19, 1966, and their son, David Michael Snipes, was born January 11, 1968 in East Point, GA.

Jim was originally from Macon, GA, and after graduation returned to Georgia where he worked for Delta Airlines.

According to his first wife, Linn, Jim had two younger brothers, Roy and Steven Butler, and a younger sister, Donna Butler.

Jim died of a heart attack at age 42 in Multnomah County, OR.

Sandra Louise (Stevenson) Brockette

b. 1/8/47, d. 10/30/85, age 38

Sandy was raised in the cold and snow of Duluth, Minnesota, with three sisters and a stepbrother. Sandy's two oldest sisters were identical twins: Martha (Stevenson) Burns who resides in La Canada, and Kathy (Stevenson) Haruf, who lives in Littleton, Colorado. Her step-brother, Page Whyte, was the same age as the twins, and now resides in La Canada. (All three were in college when their family moved to Glendale in 1964). Sandy's younger sister, Judith (Stevenson) Glascock (GHS '68), resides in Philadelphia and has a daughter, Sandra. Sandy didn’t survive to see her niece and namesake, but was aware that Judy was having a girl who was going to be named after her. Sandy’s dad, George Stevenson, resides in Solvang and is doing well at 86.

Sandy had a fairly normal childhood in Minnesota taking piano and tap dance lessons, ice skating and attending summer camps. Her love for horses developed early, and as a young child she had her own horse, Cochise, which she lovingly cared for. Sandy’s daughter, Cameron, her husband and their three children, now live only a few houses away from where she grew up in Glendale. Cameron obviously inherited her mom’s love for horses as she now has two of her own at her home.

“The family moved to California just before Sandy’s senior year at Glendale high school,” writes Martha. “She had a 4/4 schedule, which meant school for 4 hours and work at Rare Records in Glendale for 4 hours. [Rare Records was owned and run by classmate Alison Avery’s father, Ray.] After high school she attended the University of Arizona and the University of Hawaii, and also spent a semester on a ship as part of the ‘Around the World’ program offered through Chapman College. She later bought and trained an inexperienced horse for show jumping and competed at various Griffith Park stables. She always had room for numerous creatures at her home, from iguanas and birds to dogs and horses.

“Sandy met her future husband, Gary Brockette (whom she married in 1977), at an acting studio where he was her instructor. She dabbled in a few movies and plays but decided to join Gary in real estate. He managed the Stevenson Dilbeck office in Burbank, while she was content to sell/list residential properties.

“Sandy was a devoted mother and wife," says Martha, "and Sandy’s spirit remains with all those who knew and loved her. My daughter, Lauren, runs and volunteers in several annual breast cancer fundraising marathons. She wears her pink ribbon proudly in honor of her aunt Sandy.”

Sandy's husband, Gary Brockette, writes: “Sandy was my dream come true! She was an inimitable wife to me and mother to her daughter simply because she was a cosmic person. She traveled unafraid through life and therefore could afford to be generous and kind at every turn. Just ask anyone who ever met her: It usually starts ‘She had a kind of glow…’

”We lived in that part of Glendale that is zoned for horses near the equestrian center because she loved riding. Like a ‘whisperer’, she possessed a rare ability to communicate with all animals and the ‘gift’ of tender patience in dealing with them; in particular horses.

“Did I mention that she was stunningly beautiful? She studied acting and could have pursued it professionally, but I think she ultimately found it a silly thing to spend so much time at. She enjoyed working in real estate and, as a member of the business community, was esteemed for her goodness and steadfast ethics as well as her evident success.

“Cancer defeated her physically," says Gary, "but her courage never wavered. When I asked if she was afraid to die she responded with a smile: ‘I’m intensely interested in what comes next’. She was by far the best person that I have ever known. Obviously I don’t miss her at all . . .”  

George Duane Taylor

b. 8/12/47, d. 3/1/89, age 41

Duane was born in Glendale and attended Wilson Jr. High. At Glendale, he played on the Jr. Bee Football Team his freshman year. Duane attended Glendale Jr. College, and graduated from Cal State L.A.

He taught middle school and senior high in Pasadena, San Diego, and the Grand Cayman Islands, where he was living with his wife, Mershie, when he died in a car accident in 1989.

His longtime friend, Joe Davis, writes: “Duane went to Glenoaks Elementary and everyone called him ‘Coach.’ We met when he played Little League for the Fire Department Team. His first car was a '65 VW bug, before that he had to drive his Dad's Plymouth station wagon ‘The Falstaff Flyer.’ (Remember Falstaff beer?) He always had the kids on the street organized into teams for street football.

“In junior high we were too short to play in the basketball tournament so coaches Sutton and Shannon let Duane & I do the public address announcing. (20+ years later, Bob Sutton's son worked for me at the Sheriff's Dept. - small world). Duane taught English, ‘movies as literature,’ and was the golf coach at a high school in San Diego County. At Wilson Jr. High, Duane, Tim Morgan and Jack Hinkley sang folk songs in the talent show like the Kingston Trio. Now two of the three are gone.”

Wayne Gregory was also on the Fire Department’s Little League team. “Directly behind my house was an open field and Duane’s front door,” writes Wayne. “I was always knocking on his door to play ball. We would organize games in the dirt lot in the summertime.

“Duane and I rubbed elbows for 5 years as buds on the block. Duane was a sound kid, and I remember how thrilled he was when he made the Wilson football team and started at center. He was the nicest guy in the world with a big smile. He was a tad shy, but very grounded in life. Duane was no nonsense, but had that special touch of joking and laughing without getting carried away. He never missed a homework assignment. I always figured Duane to work for 50 yrs. somewhere and retire with a Gold Watch for never missing a day. That was Duane.”

Ron MacNair remembers a particular escapade with Duane - a.k.a. Coach - Taylor:

"It was late in the year of ‘64. Football season had ended and the natives were growing restless trying to find ways to entertain themselves on the weekends. I overheard Dick Beglinger telling Ron Jackson how much he enjoyed their latest escapade. Curiosity got the best of me. I just had to find out what was so much fun. They told me about how they went to the back of the neighborhood supermarket and collected discarded fruits and vegetables. They would then drive around town throwing perishables at anything that appeared to be a reasonable target. They assured me that this was much kinder and gentler than using eggs and it didn’t cost a thing. In fact it was a way of recycling . It was like drugs before drugs. Immediately I was hooked. I couldn’t wait. I told my good buddy Dave Locke. He also shared my enthusiasm. There was only one problem. Neither of us had a car. We needed a guy with a car. Simultaneously we blurted out “Coach Taylor“.

"After a little cajoling good old Coach said he was in. We couldn’t wait for the weekend. We had to do it that night. As soon as it was dark, Coach Taylor picked us up. We were all dressed in camouflage. We went down to the market on Glendale Avenue. We loaded up on assorted veggies. I armed myself with a head of lettuce. It wasn’t long before we were prowling the streets of Glendale looking for some likely target. Coach Taylor was driving. Dave was riding shotgun. I was assigned to the back seat on the passenger side. No problema. I was ready. I knew the laser guided rocket launcher (also known as my right arm) was locked and loaded. When I saw the headlights coming towards us I knew what my target was. It was at that moment that everything started going in slow motion. At just the right instant I fired. The head of lettuce flashed in front of Coach Taylor face barley missing his nose. “Mother of God” he cried out, but it was too late. The head of lettuce found its target. A small plume of lettuce leaves rose from the windshield a oh no, could it be? A brand new Corvette. It was now that I realized we had a serious problem. If anyone had ever ridden in Coach Taylor’s car, they knew he drove at two speeds. Slow and slower.

“Faster Coach! Faster!

"It was no use. The break lights came on the Corvette, then the back up lights. Dave and I are now getting frantic. Coach Taylor is like a deer caught in the head lights. He stepped on the gas but the VW was going about 20mph in fourth gear. We were going nowhere fast. The Corvette is now along side of us having caught us going in reverse. The driver is yelling and waving his fist at us. To our amazement he continues up the street in reverse to the intersection. Makes a turn and drives off into the night. The only sound now is the anemic sound of Coach Taylor’s VW engine going 20mph in fourth gear. Needless to say that was the last time we tried recycling fruits and vegetables!"

Melinda Jean Titcomb

b. 9/13/47, d. 6/13/05, age 57

From classmate Stephanie Debenport: "It is with a very sad and heavy heart that I tell you of the passing of our dear friend and classmate, Melinda Titcomb, on Monday, June 13th, losing her hard fought battle with her second bout of breast cancer."

Melinda was born in Los Angeles and had one sister two years younger, Cynthia (Titcomb) White, who attended Glendale High but graduated from Quartz Hill High near Palmdale after her family moved there during her senior year. Melinda was in Mixed Chorus her Freshman year, Lyric Club her Junior year, and A'Cappella her Senior year.

For over 25 years, Melinda was the office manager for a construction company in Benecia, in northern California. Melinda’s mother says that she “loved her life and her home", and that at her passing she had no regrets. "She brought lots of laughter into our lives," her mother said, adding that Melinda was a collector of many things including perfume bottles, jewelry and glassware. Stephanie writes, “Melinda was a long time good friend to Gloria (Wasson, Nafus) Fairbanks, Barbara (Delgado) Corson and me. We will miss her greatly!”

Priscilla Ann (Twomey) Wheeler

b. 5/24/47, d. 5/29/01, age 54

Priscilla attended Verdugo Woodlands Elementary School and Wilson Jr. High. In her junior year at Glendale, she was a member of the Student Congress, and her academic accomplishments qualified her for Life Membership in the California Scholarship Federation. She graduated from UC Santa Barbara, and completed her second college degree at the University of Washington School of Nursing.

She fell ill in February of 2001, and reluctantly stayed home from work. Her condition declined over the subsequent weeks. She eventually slipped into a coma, and passed away in May 2001, never knowing the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.

Priscilla loved being a nurse, and worked for many years at Mercy General Hospital in Sacramento. Greg Wheeler, Priscilla’s husband of 33 years, describes Priscilla as a devout Christian, a shy person, rarely in the spotlight, never speaking ill of others. People knew she was on their side, he writes. Her selflessness made her the perfect nurse, and a devoted, loving mother to their two children, Bethany and Joel. “She was our kids’ biggest fan,” writes Greg “She is still cheering for them, but from a different part of the stands.” Priscilla also leaves two brothers, Patrick and Richard.

Laurie Ann Winslow

b. 8/21/45, d. 1/13/98, age 52

Laurie grew up in Glendale, and had one older sister who graduated from Hoover High School. Laurie attended special education classes at Glendale High, and then worked in a nursing home in Mesa, Arizona, where she lived with her mother.

Laurie, who never married or had children, died of complications of hepatitis C which she contracted after receiving a blood transfusion. According to her cousin and GHS classmate, Judy (Burton) Harward, Laurie was hit by a car in 1982 while walking to work, and was hospitalized for over six months. During that time, the transfusion was administered and then took its toll during the years following the accident. She died in January of 1998 and, Judy says, “is greatly missed by all of her family members.”

Robert Ewing Van Zant

b. 11/1/46, d. 10/29/77, age 30

Bob passed away from cancer in Dade Country, FL, shortly before his 31st birthday. According to his sister, Alison Van Zant Aldrich, “We had two other sisters, Debbi and Valerie, and we all called him Bobby. We all miss him every day.”

Kenneth Leon Zabriskie

b. 2/6/47, d. 12/2/05, age 58

From Oregonlive.com (dated December 8, 2005):

FOREST GROVE Memorial services will be Friday at 2 p.m. for Kenneth Leon Zabriskie, 58, Forest Grove.

Mr. Zabriskie died December 2, 2005, at his home. Friday's services will be at Fuiten, Rose and Hoyt Funeral Home, 2308 Pacific Ave. Interment will be in East Lawn Memorial Hills Cemetery in Provo, Utah.

Mr. Zabriskie was born February 6, 1947, in Glendale, Calif., a son of Ned and Donna Galloway Zabriskie. He was raised in Glendale and graduated from Glendale High School in 1965. He attended Glendale Community College.

In 1970, he married Sandra Tomlinson in Pasadena, Calif. They later divorced.

Mr. Zabriskie moved to Hillsboro in 1979 and had lived briefly in Utah before moving to Forest Grove earlier this year.  Mr. Zabriskie began working as a salesman for Lawrence Engineering in 1972 and moved to Oregon to open a division of the company. He worked for the aerospace firm for 18 years before retiring in 1990.

He enjoyed fishing, camping, hunting, watching football and bowling and bowled with the Smartalicks in Hillsboro for five years.

Survivors include two sons and a daughter-in-law, David and Candy Zabriskie, Aloha, and Shawn Zabriskie, Park City, Utah; two grandchildren; a brother and sister-in-law, Dean and Lucille Zabriskie, Provo, Utah; and 13 nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, Ned and Donna Zabriskie.

Robert James Zenick

b. 6/27/47, d. 7/15/68, age 21

Bob was born in Burbank, and was three when his family (Bob, brother Ray, sister Linda, and their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Raymond G. Zenick) moved to Glendale. He attended Holy Family elementary school and then Pater Noster before going to Glendale High in his junior and senior year, at which time the family resided at 912 Briarwood Lane. According to Bob’s mother, he and Ray worked in their father’s machine shop to earn the use of the family car. Mrs. Zenick also said that Bob loved playing baseball and surfing.

After high school, Bob attended Glendale College. He was drafted on July 18, 1967, and after four months of training at Ft. Ord, CA, and Ft. Polk, LA, was sent to Vietnam. Bob served in the U.S. Army in Vietnam from December 21, 1967, until his death from hostile fire in Long An province, South Viet Nam, on July 15, 1968. A Specialist Fourth Class, he was awarded the National Defense Service Medal, Marksman Badge with Rifle Bar, Vietnam Service Medal and the Vietnam Campaign Medal.

According to an article in the Glendale NewsPress shortly after Bob died, Mrs. Zenick said her son's reaction to the Army was that "it was his job, and he never mentioned what he was doing" [in Vietnam]. "She did know one thing," the article continues, " - that he carried a heavy radio on his back through enemy territory. For six and a half months, the Glendale infantryman braved the dangers of war."

"Bob was a very sweet young man," writes his sister, Linda. "He was very devoted to his girlfriend, Nettie. Before he was drafted he bought a Mini Cooper and loved driving it up on the Angeles Crest Highway. He wrote often from Vietnam and he told me that trying to find a good reason for being there was very difficult. He finally came to the conclusion that he was there to protect those that were in his unit and that seemed to console him. He sent me a wooden statue from Bangkok. It is some sort of Buddhist statue. I still have it and it always makes me think of the gentle kind of guy he was. I remember going and watching him play baseball at Verdugo Park. He really did love baseball. He also loved the ocean and I did get to watch him surf and always will remember his tan, golden hair and his 'surfer knees'."

The following was written by Bob’s older brother, Ray:

“Although being brought up in the same house, Bob was several years younger than I, always putting some distance between us. We really didn't get to know each other until a few years before he went into the Army.

”My brother was an excellent photographer, surfer, loved Blues and Jazz, and all things I had absolutely no use for back then. In some ways those were the very things he left me as his legacy, slowly converting me to two out of the four in the short time we had getting to know each other.

”My sister Linda mentions the Mini Cooper and Bob's rides over Angeles Crest highway. His fascination with those mountains, boy! On more than one occasion, his passion for them led me to a few quick calls home to get the morning after details. Linda failed to mention one particular incident, some of his classmates may recall; one dark night, life for the Mini suddenly came to a grinding halt when a deer jumped onto the road, then onto the Mini, leaving it looking like a crushed sardine can. Bob didn't get a scratch, but the deer wasn't so lucky.

”One other time, this time on foot, Bob got himself stuck on a dead end path and had to be rescued from the cliff below Mt. Wilson. Upon entering work in the morning after those events, having not read a newspaper or catching the news prior to arriving at work, I was confronted by my co-workers who were surprised to see me there, they had only seen or heard Zenick and somehow thought it was me. Bob was the only family member ever making page one of the LA Times and a couple radio news reports, twice.

”There were the tender times too; one particularly memorable when Bob stopped by to visit my first child in Santa Barbara. After a short introduction, I placed his two-week-old nephew in his arms and watched nearly panicked as an ashen hue came over Bob's face. For a quick moment, not knowing if Bob was getting sick or going to collapse, there was a bit of indecision on my part. But Bob was simply over whelmed with a new life, speechless, amazed by this tiny baby in his arms. During the few hours Bob visited, he couldn't take his eyes off the baby. For me, to this day, it's a wonderful picture of who Bob was.

”Due to our age difference, I really never had a chance to know any of Bob's friends until recently. Out of the blue one-day last year came a phone call delayed by some 30+ years. The caller at the other end, a perfect stranger identifying himself as a fellow who had been seriously wounded at the same moment Bob was killed in action, they had been no more than a few feet from each other that day. It was clear early in the conversation, the caller wasn't interested in talking about himself, he wanted me to know how he and Bob had became friends in Vietnam, how he'd never really had a close friend in his life until they'd met. This fellow, who had not had an easy life himself and who still carried a good deal of guilt about the loss of his friend went on to describe my brother to me in great detail. After all these years, it was a pleasure hearing of their antics and conversations, listening to someone who'd literally spent day and night with Bob during those last months of his life. After thinking about this conversation some days later, it occurred to me what a perfect description and a tribute to Bob's short life, quick to see the humor around him, always quick to be friends, loyal and friends for life.”

Bob served in the U.S. Army from December 21, 1967, until his death from hostile fire in Long An province, South Vietnam, on July 15, 1968. His name appears on the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington, DC (Panel 52W – Row 037).