Departed Class Members

(Last updated May 2, 2022)

FEEL NO GUILT IN LAUGHTER

Feel no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.
Author Unknown

AFTERGLOW OF SMILES

I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done.
Author Unknown

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JUST ADDED: PEOPLE FROM OTHER CLASSES
BOLD TEXT IS A LINK TO THE OBITUARY

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  • Suzanne Alexander Straws
  • Jim Allen
  • Jim Alm
  • Laverne Ammons Elmore
  • Steve Anderson
  • Leon Beaulieu
  • Paul Beaulieu (April 2022) (Class of ’58)
  • Eddie Blackshear
  • Bill Borden
  • Sandra Brown Conrad
  • Christine Carlon Jenson (about 1967)
  • Robert Clark
  • Judy Crawshaw Thomas
  • Robert Currin
  • Donnie G Dunlap (Dec 5, 2005)
  • Margie Dunlap Henderson
  • Sally Dunn Cronutt (June 3, 1941 – Sept. 20, 2008)
  • Leslie Ellingson Meritt (April 10, 1941 – June 19, 2006)
  • Bruce Evers
  • Nik Fagen
  • Sharon Faulkner Collins
  • Bill Giskaas
  • Chuck Grant
  • Dick Hamby
  • Judy Haines Hatch
  • Susan Harrison Miller
  • Hiram “Joe” Haughton
  • Judy Helphrey Eastman
  • Vic Howard ’58
  • Gary W. Joanis (Dec. 9, 1940 – July 4, 1999)
  • Bob Jenson ’56
  • Dick Jenson
  • Donald Keith (Feb. 14, 2018)
  • Jerry Leagjeld (2016)
  • Gordon Lee
  • Jeanne Lisenbury Winslow
  • Nancy Loomis Conrad
  • Dean Matson (Oct 15, 1940 – Oct 6, 2010)
  • Donna Mayfield Johnston
  • Nada Melsness Lawrence
  • Dennis Mockler
  • Lana Moore Parnell (2020)
  • Robert Myers (about 1955) – Died from a trampoline accident at the Bend Municipal Pool.
  • Craig Nielsen
  • Rick Olsen
  • Joy Paxton Garrisk
  • George Poetschat
  • Judy Poor Holmes (December, 2021)
  • JoAnn Prentice Turner Lawrence ’58 (April 10, 1940 – 2014?) – Joann died after a serious fall in Mexico. Her Facebook page is still up and says she was living in Chapala, Jalisco.
  • Wanda Sholes Lucas
  • Joe Shull ’58 (2020-21) (He was a neighbor of George Hawes in Madras.)
  • Janet Shumway Keltner
  • Patricia Smith Tunnell (She had cancer.)
  • Eileen M Stadum Shine ’58 (2 June 2007)
  • Janice Sternburgh Voigt (Passed away in 2016 in assisted living home for dementia.)
  • Barbara Stokoe ’58
  • Toby Stokoe (Comment in his sister’s obit)
  • Tom Tadevic
  • Richard Tapken
  • Jennifer Van Landuyt Cox
  • Bill Wheeler (February 24, 1941- March 19, 2016)
BILL WHEELER
  • Barbara Winslow Grover
  • Jim Woodward
  • Val Workman

FAREWELL

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true that Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.
Author Unknown

WITH THE LARK

Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;
Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,
Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong.
All the night through, though I moan in the dark,
I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

Deep in the midnight the rain whips the leaves,
Softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves.
But when the first hue of dawn tints the sky,
I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry;
And though, like the rain-drops, I grieved through the dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

On the high hills of heaven, some morning to be,
Where the rain shall not grieve thro’ the leaves of the tree,
There my heart will be glad for the pain I have known,
For my hand will be clasped in the hand of mine own;
And though life has been hard and death’s pathway been dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

~~by Paul Laurence~~