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Edgar H. Brandt (1934 - 2014) | Visit Guest Book
Ed Brandt died peacefully in his home on Tuesday, November 17, with his wife and two daughters at his side. A native of Los Angeles, he graduated from Los Angeles High School and continued his education at the University of California Berkeley on a full football scholarship. After graduating college, he served in the Army for four years. Ed became a high school teacher and spent most of his career teaching English and coaching many sports in the Whittier Union High School District. Golfing, fishing, and camping with his family filled his summers and free time. He is survived by his loving wife Linda, two daughters Carley and Dorey, their husbands Kent and Glenn, and his five grandchildren. Ed will be remembered for his passion for the outdoors, his giving nature, and his devotion and love for his family. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Jude Medical Center Crosson Cancer Institute.
Published in San Gabriel Valley Tribune on Nov. 25, 2014
In remeberance to the members of our class who remain forever present in our memories Frank Carmona Richard Corona Samuel Cuessy Charles Engel Bruce Swartney Edward Maholick Craig Munhall Naomi Ramos Tate Elaine Schoemann Williams Charles J. Keller Brian McGuire Mike Cronin Robert (Bob) Towery
Jerry performing the Sunday morning ritual of sharing pancakes with Lightning the donkey, as the family dogs assist with any dropped scraps.
In the beginning: Jerry and Carlyn as a young couple.
Jerry and Carlyn, still together after more than 60 years with their nearly-grown granddaughter Kyla.
The Lendroths and their adored granddaughter Kyla at their Windhaven Hill home.
Jerry and Carlyn Lendroth at their 60th wedding anniversary celebration.
This is a love story about Jerry and Carlyn, an American couple who married in 1948, when Harry Truman was president. Their relationship lasted through 11 presidencies and more than 60 years, and didn’t end until the two of them passed away a few weeks ago of natural causes, just 36 hours apart.
Jerry Lendroth, 93, and his wife Carlyn, 89, had lived in Tehachapi for more than 30 years following Jerry’s retirement as a high school teacher, and Jerry was well-known for his second career as a friendly and likeable real estate agent, while Carlyn had been a Tehachapi Heritage League docent at the Tehachapi Museum.
The two of them met in New York City in 1946, when they were both staying in the same residential hotel. Carlyn was a young woman who had dreams of a pursuing a fashion design career and had done some window dressing displays for some large department stores, while Jerry was a World War II veteran who had been stationed in India and Burma.
They weren’t an instant couple – Carlyn was a little wary at first, concerned that Jerry might be a “slick character,” as she put it. He had been born in North Dakota and raised in Minnesota and Illinois, had a great love for cars and was more worldly, having been overseas and in earlier years having hopped freight trains and camped in hobo jungles during the Depression.
However, Carlyn relented and agreed to go out with him. Jerry was personable and attentive and before long a romance had formed between the two. Jerry, though, had wanderlust and wanted to settle on the West Coast – he had been in Southern California in the 1930s when driving used cars out there to sell, and that’s where he wanted to relocate. Carlyn, on the other hand, was reluctant to leave her family and move 3,000 miles away.
So Jerry went back out to California by himself, found employment, restored the cherished 1938 Packard that he drove and bought Carlyn an engagement ring that he mailed back to her. She finally said yes to his proposal, and an elated Jerry drove the Packard (he called it his “honeymoon carriage”) back to the East Coast and the two were married in 1948. After a few years of living in Baltimore they headed West in 1950 and were California residents for the rest of their lives.
Jerry went to college on the GI Bill and became a high school teacher, beginning with history and later switching to photography, while Carlyn was the manager of the cosmetics section of a department store, which was well-suited for her love of fashion and style. Jerry and Carlyn raised two daughters, Sherrie and Susan, at their home in La Habra.
After decades of work, Jerry and Carlyn retired in 1980, sold their home and moved to Tehachapi to start a new life.
Jerry had always wanted to build his own house, and as a lover of Westerns he wanted to live away from a large city, in a place that had wide open space and room to breathe. The Lendroths fell in love with Tehachapi’s hills, wildlife, cooler weather and nearby trains. They bought some land on a hillside in northwest Golden Hills, with a sweeping view of Tehachapi Canyon and the mountains beyond. They could see trains on the track and cars on the distant Highway 58 as it descended towards the San Joaquin Valley.
The two spent three years living in a little camper trailer as Jerry built the house on Windhaven Hill, one of the first homes completed in their neighborhood off Woodford-Tehachapi Road. Before long, they were sharing their property with four dogs, a couple of cats and a donkey named Lightning that was retired from Knott’s Berry Farm.
Even after the house itself was completed, Jerry continued to work on the property, adding stairs and stonework and one project after another. Carlyn, who had grown up as a complete city girl, relished being a country woman, taking long walks with the dogs on dirt roads, climbing the hills to watch wildflowers and feeding the birds on her deck.
One of their greatest joys was their granddaughter Kyla, who came to Tehachapi to visit her grandparents from the time she was a baby. I knew Carlyn and Jerry – with whom I shared a love of photography – and they proudly introduced me to their adored granddaughter.
Jerry had a passion for cars (he owned 46 of them over the course of his life) and frequently had big Lincolns and Cadillacs, which he could often be seen driving around Tehachapi. He used them to show property to clients when he was active in real estate, and he was still driving himself around a few weeks ago.
The sunset years of the Lendroths’ life lasted longer than most people could possibly expect. Caregiver Kari Peck, who helped the Lendroths in their home for the past 8 years, told me that Carlyn insisted on cooking three meals a day for Jerry despite her assorted aches and pains, and Jerry was always concerned about Carlyn and her well-being, recently having handrails installed by the front doors to make it easier for Carlyn to climb the steps.
On Sunday, Aug. 14, Jerry was ill and was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. Carlyn was devastated and asked repeatedly, “What am I going to do without him?” Just a day and a half later, on Tuesday, Aug. 16, Carlyn herself passed away and joined her husband and partner of more than 60 years. Together they won the gold medal of relationships, living out their days in their Tehachapi home with each other’s love for warmth and comfort. They were good and kind people, and I applaud their well-deserved success in life and love.
Have a good week.
JON HAMMOND has written for the Tehachapi News for more than 30 years. Send e-mail to: firstname.lastname@example.org
The news that the Pahnamid Wind Energy project has been withdrawn from the County Planning Office is good news to most of us up here on the mountain. After spending several million dollars between the City of Tehachapi’s General Plan, the County’s Specific Plan, and the Kern Council of Government’s “Blueprint,” it would be foolish to start making zoning changes at the first opportunity.
My loving sister fell asleep one night and never woke up. Her heart gave out at such a young age and I will truely miss her, everyday of my life. I will look up to heaven and smile knowing that an angel is watching over me..
Barbie Andrews, '74, died in late January, of cancer. Here is the notification I sent out....
ANDREWS – Barbara J. ("Barbie") Andrews, born 9/14/1955, San Jose, CA; died 1/29/2013, Norwalk, CA.Twice-exceptional (had both disabilities and special gifts).Proud of 13 years in Goodwill Industries Contracts Dept. and 3 years in Pathpoint (both in Long Beach).Active member of Catholic Church and Project Return.Predeceased by brother, James Andrews; and parents, Joseph T. and Elizabeth F. Andrews.Survived by siblings Mary-Jo and John Andrews of Whittier and Patricia ("Patty") Andrews of Paramount; aunts, Mary Virginia Mielke of Riverside and Mary Kay Dojonovic of Mingo Junction, OH; uncle, Thomas Andrews of Steubenville, OH; and many cousins.Visitation at Chapel of Memories, Norwalk, from 4 – 7 p.m., on Friday, 2/1; vigil service held at Chapel of Memories, Norwalk, from 7 – 9 p.m., on Friday, 2/1.Funeral held at 10 a.m. at St. Gregory the Great Church, Whittier, on Sat., 2/2.Burial at Queen of Heaven Cemetery, Rowland Hts.Chapel of Memories Mortuary, Norwalk, directing.
Surviving siblings are Mary-Jo (born in '53, spent her schooldays in special education, due to moderate mental retardation), John '77, and Patty '78.
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Known as "Bob" to his friends. Bob passed away on February 22, 2012 at his home in Pahrump Nevada. Servies are pending and will be held in Orange County, California and are begin arranged by his daughters. For information on the services, please contact his daughter, Lori Burnham at 714-574-7817.
Leah Louise Aretz (Carruthers) passed away Friday August 21, 2009
Leah was buried at Rose Hills Whittier, CA on August 29, 2009 it washer 48th birthday.
In Her Own Words, taken from the Brain Injury Press, 1st Quarter, 2005.
“I had my first stroke in January 2001. I was at a movie theater with my husband Jim and my oldest son Tad. When we came out of the theater and were heading to our car, I realized that something was not right with me. I guess I must have been in a daze because all of a sudden my husband and my son we’re saying, “Are you all right?” The more I tried to tell them, the more scared they looked. The more scared they looked, the more I tried to explain! I guess I was not making very much sense. So I said it louder. Still, they didn’t understand. That’s when I really felt scared. Tad said, “Mom, you’re not making any sense!” To them, my talking was a bunch of gobbledygook. Instead of saying, “something is wrong with me” they heard something else---the gist of which we will never know. To make a long story short, we went home and figured it would go away soon. It didn’t. Before I got through that night, the only words I could say were “yes” or ”no”. When we got to the emergency room and found out what it was—it was too late. I had had a left hemisphere stroke. I had waited too long to go to the emergency room where they could have given me TPA (Tissue Plasminogen Activator). Treatment with TPA must begin within three hours of stroke onset. My recovery went well…but not fast enough! I went to Speech Therapy three times a week along with physical therapy and occupational therapy. I have to thank my Speech Therapist Cameron Anderson at Kaiser for referring me to the ABI Program and Scott Bankston. I entered the ABI (Acquired Brain Injury) Program in Fall 2001. I tore through the entire curriculum that the program had to offer.”
Leah joined the San Diego Brain Injury board in 2004. She served as Vice-President since 2007. In addition to being an officer, Leah was active as a volunteer—helping with mailings and the golf tournament, writing for the newsletter, serving on the fundraiser committee. The San Diego Brain Injury Foundation office was like her 2nd home. She would frequently stop by to help with folding invitations, stuffing letters, labeling postcards, participate in conference calls, or whatever we needed.. She represented SDBIF at health fairs, on the board of DAWN (Disability Awareness Network), and at the orientations for the Acquired Brain Injury program at MesaCollege. Although in recent years, Leah had major health set backs, she always joined in with such a positive, cheerful, enthusiastic attitude.
Leah was married to Sierra classmate Jim Aretz on June 25, 2000, and is survived by her husband Jim, her three sons Tad, Joe, Corey and her parents Joe and Lee Ann Carruthers.
Beloved wife, mother and daughter. We love you and miss you.
Thank you so much for the work you did to help others. The world lost a beautiful person. Your family lost an amazing wife, mother and daughter. My prayers go out to your family. I wasn't in your class year but I do remember you well. Rest in Peace Leah
Mindy and I met before we could walk; we were neighbors two houses apart. She and her (late) brother Billy Cass ( William H Cass III ) were our best friends for many years. Mindy was fun and funny, and she got through a pretty crazy childhood fairly safe and somewhat sane. She married (the late) Niel Beaman and they lived in Bishop for decades. I'd stop by the place she worked every few years and say hello on my way to the fishing spots up there.
Bart was a dear friend. We were friends from childhood, He was best friends with my older brother Sonny Turnage. He loved God and was a wonderful friend.He always kept intouch with all of him friends from childhood and will be missed so very much. until we meet again in Heaven Bart
From Jeanette Zalfini-Flint on June 20th, 2013
I guess I should visit our alumni page more often. I remember all the Bowen's very well. Bart's sister Louana was a high school chum of mine. I wonder what became of her. Bart was quite the gentleman as I recall. I'm sure he is missed.
Chip was a graduate of Sierra in 1967. I, Lyford, grew up with him. We participated in Boy Scouts, swimming and surfing together. He was a great friend and brother. He was drafted after graduation and was sent to Viet Nam. He never returned. The swim team and water polo team miss him.
Suzie graduated in 1966 - she was a Bannerette - involved in Choir and Drama. She served the US Navy for 5 years and later joining the US Air Force served on Desert Storm in Turkey. Suzie lost her 2-year battle with Stage IV Breast Cancer at the age of 49. She has 4 and now 5 grandchildren.
Major Suzanne Nelson Conn in interred at the National Cemetary at Arlington, VA - she would pleased with this honor.
I will miss my sister for the rest of my life.....until we meet again - R.I.P.
, 54, of Estes Park died Tuesday June 1, 2004 at the Boulder Community Hospital. was born August 18, 1949 in Burbank, California. Her parents were Raymond and Marie (Moore) . In 1967 she graduated from Sierra High school in Whittier, CA. She was a loan officer. As a single parent, Deb adopted Matthew Jeremy Paul . In the last few years, Deb moved from Nederland to Estes Park where she was an active member of Mountain View Bible Fellowship. She is survived by her son, Matthew of Estes Park, CO, mother, Marie Dalyrumple of Palmdale, CA, sister, Nan Keith of Auburn, NY, stepsister, Vicki Olivera of Oxnard, CA, nieces and their families. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Matthew Scholarship Fund in care of Allnutt Funeral Service, 1302 Graves Avenue, Estes Park, CO 80517. A memorial service will be held Saturday, June 5 at 10:00 a.m. at the Mountain View Bible Fellowship Church in Estes Park.
My good friend and neighbor. We stayed in touch all of her life. She loved horses. Lived most of her married life in Norco with husband Chuck and Daughter Lisa, and son Todd I am not sure about her birthdate but close. Her brother Tim is still around "I think" They both graduated from Sierra. I think she graduated in 1958. She is so missed.
From Mary Louise Lane (Ostrander) on June 14th, 2012
I am so saddened to read about Trenette's passing. We were good friends at Sierra H.S. and we rode our horses together. She had a beautiful black horse. We lost contact after high school, and some years later we ran into each other in Norco. I had lived there for 13 years, and she had just moved there. I was in the process of a divorce, and soon left Norco. I realized later that I didn't know her married name, so I couldn't find her again. I have spent years trying to find a 'Trunette' in Norco. Now it is too late. I am so sad.
This tribute is written by me, Judy (formally Wright), Dale's wife of 42 years. Dale and I were Sierra High School sweethearts. We were married November 21, 1969. Dale died of Glioblastoma Brain Cancer on January 20, 2012. It was sudden, unexpected and came with no risk factors or warning. He died 4 months after diagnosis, while having surgery and treatment by the best at UCLA.
Dale and I lived local for our whole lives. We raised our 2 girls in Whittier and La Habra. Our family life together was amazing. I have no regrets. We started camping, boating and loving the outdoor life since the girls were small. We have always had an RV, boat, dirt bikes and all the stuff that makes for good family fun. We also led very stable and faithful lifes. I could not have asked for anything more. I know it sounds too perfect, but it really was. Stable jobs, home, fun and family was our foundation.
Dale got a Harley Davidson motorcycle about a year before he got sick. Him and I started having fun on that with our great friends. We continued to go on camping trips monthly or more often. Our kids, their husbands and our 5 grandchildren joined too.
Dale never wanted to go to class reunions. We had our close group of family and friends. I was the more social one of the two of us. He was content being husband, dad, grandpa, father in law and friend.
I love him very much and miss him every day. I have my job, family and friends. I work everyday to make a new life without him.
I miss my friend Linda Eastman and I think of her often. We grew up next door to each other and she was always a fun and kind person. I remember building Army blanket tents in her back yard and playing Monopoly for hours with the neighborhood kids. I remember her having a zest for life, she had a great singing voice. I still have a recording of her singing. She was taken to young and I miss her to this day.
From Sean Donovan on September 18th, 2015
Linda had the voice of an angel and a very kind and generous heart. It is nearly 50 years since her passing and I still miss her.
From Kimberly Peterson-Heier on September 25th, 2011
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course,I have kept the faith 2Timothy 4:7
Our Robert "Bob" Fiermonte has left this world a much better place then he found it.
He was a friend who you count to give sound advice in matters of business, politics and education.
Bob as my "Boss" on the Sword and Shield was direct and matter of fact with each stroke of the pen, he would produce outstanding editorials.
His accommplishments during his short time here on Earth will be reflected by those who knew him as peers, students, friends and family.
He will never be forgotten as long as we remember his smile, his manner and his heart.
May God Bless those of us who grieve, with Comfort and Love of our Savior Jesus Christ.
From George Smith on May 18th, 2012
Bobby was such a good friend, even after graduation. I remember Bobby's love of drama - a really good actor - not much of a dancer. I think about you from time to time. We had great times. You'll always be remembered with a smile. ;-)
There's not one day that goes by, that I don't think of...and miss, my big sister (even though she was smaller than me). She graduated from Sierra in 1968. She was married to Ken, and they had a wonderful son, Erik. She longed to be a grandma and Erik and his wife Jamie blessed her with a beautiful little boy, Jordan. Sadly, she only got to enjoy being his grandma for 9 months before she suddenly slipped away from a massive stroke. I'm looking at two pictures of her, as I write this... with tears in my eyes. I love you, my dear sister... I hope you can somehow hear me... or feel my love... from heaven.
Cheryl was a very sweet girl. I am sad to hear of her passing.
From Billie Rohwer (Welzel) on November 4th, 2017
I went through elementary, jr and some of high school with Cheryl until I moved away. She was one of the smarter girls in class and very articulate. Lots of fond memories out on the playground, usually on the monkey bars!
Former resident, Dr. Ronald K. Fliss, 73, passed away peacefully on Friday, November 10, 2017 at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles after a brief fight with advanced metastatic melanoma. He was preceded in death by his parents Donald and Zola Fliss and his brother Kent. Dr. Fliss was born on April 4, 1944 in Spirit Lake, Iowa. He and his family moved to Whittier, California in 1952.
He married Karen Dedmon on September 6th 1969 and enjoyed 48 years of marriage. After completing his military service, he and Karen, returned to California in 1972 where they raised their family in Fullerton.
Ron also loved skiing, fishing and golfing. Winters would find him in Aspen, Vail, Sun Valley, or Mammoth among other ski destinations. He also loved water skiing at the river with dear friends. River rafting brought even more excitement into his life. Fishing with his pals in Canada brought many warm memories. In addition, he and his wife enjoyed being a part of Hacienda Golf Club for 23 years. Later, as the grandsons became involved in sports, one could find Dr. Fliss and Karen in the stands rooting for them.
He is survived by wife Karen, children Julie (Carl) Erickson, and Gregory Fliss; four grandchildren: Kyra (Zack), Ryan Erickson, Brett Erickson and Jackson Fliss, and great grandchild, Braxton. He has one sister, Leah (Steve), two nephews, Wesley and Spencer, and several cousins.
Sue graduated from sierra high in 1966,and passed away on April 11,2002 at the age of 53 way before her time was due. She loved to sing and was in many of the school plays. Sue had one of those laughs that just made you want to join in and laugh to for no real reason. We miss you everyday. Chuck your husband, Stephen son, and Ron (class of 69) brother.
My MOM...Charlotte West Granade was in the Class of 1960. She passed away October 23, 2009. She had Melenoma Cancer.
I enjoyed talking to my Mom about High School. She went to Sierra when it was first opened and I went there as a Freshman the year it closed. My Dad used to take her to school everyday in his Black Chevy that was adored by the High School Guys. He would pick her up at lunch, go to Whirlies, then back to school. Her and my Dad spent alot of time at Whirlies and cruising around. My parents were married 49 years at the time of my Moms passing.
Greg had served during the Vietnam War and was never quite the same after his tour of duty. We were married in 1969 and had one son Jason in 1972 and is is now married with two children of his own. He died of a heart attack at the age of 47.
John graduated from Sierra in 1963. He became a teacher and taught at Sierra, La Serna, and Cal High. He has one son, John III, and two grandchildren--Zoe age 7, and John IV age 2. He fought a courageous battle with pancreatic cancer which finally claimed him. He continued to ride his bike and attend Bob Dylan concerts with his son until the end. He was a dedicated teacher, a loving father, and a good friend.
As a teammate of John's on Sierra's '63 track team, I will always have fond memories of him as a great hurdler and as an upperclassman who was willing to work with me and help me become a hurdler too. I was very sad indeed to hear that he had passed away at too young an age.
I was a freshman at Sierra in '63 and John was a senior and the superstar of our team. I idolized him from the first time I saw him run away from the opposition (as was his wont) in a dual meet against Cal Hi. I found out that he had won the CIF championship in the 70-yard high hurdles the year before in a meet record time, and as a senior he was winning all his races by such huge margins I thought he must be the greatest hurdler in the world. In fact, that year he won every high hurdles race he competed in except for the CIF finals, where he finished back in the back but still beat a future world record holder named Earl McCullouch.
His success inspired me to try becoming a hurdler too, so near the end of the year I started practicing the art of negotiating the barriers. John could easily have played the superstar part and looked down his nose at the punk freshman, but instead he very kindly asked, "Are you gonna try the hurdles next year?" Then he started giving me a few tips, and I was so in awe of him that I felt unbelievably honored when it turned out he knew my name and would call me by it. He made me want to become as good a hurdler as I could become. While I never approached his standards, with his help and inspiration I had my share of success over the next three years, lettering each year and even winning a few medals.
After he had graduated I ran into him several times over the next few years when he came to visit our coach, the late and great Bob Dugard, or showed up at the track on weekends to practice, and we always had real good times talking about track in general and hurdling in particular. He was a very modest, humble guy and would downplay his success when I told him how great I thought he was and I liked him as a person very much. I will never forget him and those good times we shared; now I only wish I had known he was a fellow Bob Dylan fan. We could have had some really great times discussing his music and lyrics.
R.I.P., John. Thank you so much for having been a good friend at a time I was very much in need of one.
Class of '65 Jim was someone to look up to: The fun, kind, hero, and quiet joker of our family. He could talk like Donald Duck which he did at an appropriate moment of his choosing. He was the best son, husband, brother, father, and grandfather a person could have...and friend! Jim was a year older than I, three years older than Rick. The first day of school when teachers would read the roll sheet and see my last name their smiles would start before they lefted their heads to see who this next Quint was assuming it would be another wonderful person like Jim.
This is a love story about Jerry and Carlyn, an American couple who married in 1948, when Harry Truman was president. Their relationship lasted through 11 presidencies and more than 60 years, and didn’t end until the two of them passed away a few weeks ago of natural causes, just 36 hours apart. Jerry Lendroth, 93, and his wife Carlyn, 89, had lived in Tehachapi for more than 30 years followi...ng Jerry’s retirement as a high school teacher, and Jerry was well-known for his second career as a friendly and likeable real estate agent, while Carlyn had been a Tehachapi Heritage League docent at the Tehachapi Museum. The two of them met in New York City in 1946, when they were both staying in the same residential hotel. Carlyn was a young woman who had dreams of a pursuing a fashion design career and had done some window dressing displays for some large department stores, while Jerry was a World War II veteran who had been stationed in India and Burma. They weren’t an instant couple – Carlyn was a little wary at first, concerned that Jerry might be a “slick character,” as she put it. He had been born in North Dakota and raised in Minnesota and Illinois, had a great love for cars and was more worldly, having been overseas and in earlier years having hopped freight trains and camped in hobo jungles during the Depression. However, Carlyn relented and agreed to go out with him. Jerry was personable and attentive and before long a romance had formed between the two. Jerry, though, had wanderlust and wanted to settle on the West Coast – he had been in Southern California in the 1930s when driving used cars out there to sell, and that’s where he wanted to relocate. Carlyn, on the other hand, was reluctant to leave her family and move 3,000 miles away. So Jerry went back out to California by himself, found employment, restored the cherished 1938 Packard that he drove and bought Carlyn an engagement ring that he mailed back to her. She finally said yes to his proposal, and an elated Jerry drove the Packard (he called it his “honeymoon carriage”) back to the East Coast and the two were married in 1948. After a few years of living in Baltimore they headed West in 1950 and were California residents for the rest of their lives. Jerry went to college on the GI Bill and became a high school teacher, beginning with history and later switching to photography, while Carlyn was the manager of the cosmetics section of a department store, which was well-suited for her love of fashion and style. Jerry and Carlyn raised two daughters, Sherrie and Susan, at their home in La Habra. After decades of work, Jerry and Carlyn retired in 1980, sold their home and moved to Tehachapi to start a new life. Jerry had always wanted to build his own house, and as a lover of Westerns he wanted to live away from a large city, in a place that had wide open space and room to breathe. The Lendroths fell in love with Tehachapi’s hills, wildlife, cooler weather and nearby trains. They bought some land on a hillside in northwest Golden Hills, with a sweeping view of Tehachapi Canyon and the mountains beyond. They could see trains on the track and cars on the distant Highway 58 as it descended towards the San Joaquin Valley. The two spent three years living in a little camper trailer as Jerry built the house on Windhaven Hill, one of the first homes completed in their neighborhood off Woodford-Tehachapi Road. Before long, they were sharing their property with four dogs, a couple of cats and a donkey named Lightning that was retired from Knott’s Berry Farm. Even after the house itself was completed, Jerry continued to work on the property, adding stairs and stonework and one project after another. Carlyn, who had grown up as a complete city girl, relished being a country woman, taking long walks with the dogs on dirt roads, climbing the hills to watch wildflowers and feeding the birds on her deck. One of their greatest joys was their granddaughter Kyla, who came to Tehachapi to visit her grandparents from the time she was a baby. I knew Carlyn and Jerry – with whom I shared a love of photography – and they proudly introduced me to their adored granddaughter. Jerry had a passion for cars (he owned 46 of them over the course of his life) and frequently had big Lincolns and Cadillacs, which he could often be seen driving around Tehachapi. He used them to show property to clients when he was active in real estate, and he was still driving himself around a few weeks ago. The sunset years of the Lendroths’ life lasted longer than most people could possibly expect. Caregiver Kari Peck, who helped the Lendroths in their home for the past 8 years, told me that Carlyn insisted on cooking three meals a day for Jerry despite her assorted aches and pains, and Jerry was always concerned about Carlyn and her well-being, recently having handrails installed by the front doors to make it easier for Carlyn to climb the steps. On Sunday, Aug. 14, Jerry was ill and was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. Carlyn was devastated and asked repeatedly, “What am I going to do without him?” Just a day and a half later, on Tuesday, Aug. 16, Carlyn herself passed away and joined her husband and partner of more than 60 years. Together they won the gold medal of relationships, living out their days in their Tehachapi home with each other’s love for warmth and comfort. They were good and kind people, and I applaud their well-deserved success in life and love. Have a good week. JON HAMMOND has written for the Tehachapi News for more than 30 years. 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Jerry Lendroth was a man of history and vision to teacher and reach children, he would have to be on the wave lenghth. He lived a life doing good for all who knew him. He will be missed by those he made a difference when it came to sharing his eye for beauty and love of history. As for his eye for beauty, he did good he found his mate and she was the apple of his eye. He could only see her and she only had eyes for him. Love is a many splended thing. May God bless him and his bride of 60ty plus years, may they both rest in peace together. They were the finest kind of people a credit to this World.
My mother was the girls' PE teacher the year the school opened. She still kept the yearbook from her debut year she taught.
There she met life-long friends.
She fondly remembered her few years teaching following the footsteps of her mother, who was a teacher in Hilo, Hawai'i where Betty Ann was born.
Dude we had a lot of great times together, playing a lot of hoops and partying. Going to miss you.
From Martha England on August 24th, 2010
Brian was one of the gentlemen of our class. He is missed here, too.
From Shelley McGuire Nelson on August 27th, 2010
Brian is so missed by our family. His 18 year old son Kyle has come to live with us in Iowa where he can continue his education. We are here to support his future walk through life.
From Kyle McGuire on September 9th, 2010
Brian McGuire is my father and he is missed the most by me. Not a day passes where I don't think of him and love him. It's nice to know he will be remembered at this school reunion. Thank you all.
From Kimberly Peterson-Heier on February 10th, 2011
All these years the smile of Brian McGuire is one of best memories of my school years at Sierra. I went steady with Brian, he would stare at the ground alot and carry my books to and from class whenever possible.He was shy and unassuming when around me or any of the girls.
He wasalways a gentle kind young man. He and I loved to play basketball, we would play horse until we tied. Brian, Skipper and Corky Benefield would play sometimes and I would watch them,clapping and cheering them on.
He liked to play games and be happy, this is the Brian McGuire, I knew.He will be missed by those who knew and loved him best his family and Friends. I know I will think of him often as I always have.. his smile always made me smile.
Class of 1968
After a brief 4 month battle with lung this gentle man passed away in Washington State. He is survived by his wife of 38 years, 2 daughters, and a beautiful grand daughter. Tim proudly served his country for 20 years in the United States Air Force and during that time he and his family enjoyed many travels. After his retirement he and his family moved to Washington. He lived his life as fully as every man should and his family was always his main priority. Tim was a great storyteller and we would love to hear any stories you have of him. We, his family, struggle every day with the loss of our dad, papa, brother, uncle, cousin, friend. God Bless
Ann Frances Midby Born 4/14/56 and left us on 8/13/13
My name is David Landis and she was the love of my life. There are no words to express the pain of my loss. We were together 24/7 for 30 years. The day before she died Ann's smile was priceless when she was visited by her best friend Sandy. She was also loved dearly by her sister, niece, nephew and many other friends. Please sign the guest book at presstelegram.com/obits. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/redlandsdailyfacts/obituary.aspx?pid=166467460#fbLoggedOut
It has been almost a year since you left us Ann. I still look over to your yellow house next door and I am sad that you are no longer there. I am the last one left of our nuclear family. You, mom, dad, and Paul (the first to leave years ago), are in my heart and I am living as big as I can and in the moment for all of us! We dwell as one on the corner of 5th and Central, Seal Beach, Ca. I love you!
Class of 73, Richard was active in the Theatre at Sierra, which became his career. He left behind a beautiful son, Brennen and loving wife, Melody. We lost Richard to Leukemia shortly after his 50th birthday. Miss you brother, sister Karin, class of 71, brother Steve, Class of 74 ALOHA , LOVE LOVE
Class of 68. Toni left behind a daughter Danielle, a son Andy and two grandchildren. She also left three younger sisters, Shelley, Trina and Beth (all Sierra Alum) who miss her daily.
Toni used humor to get through difficult times in her life and when she learned she was dying of cancer she said to us "shit happens." She also said she knew we would tell jokes about her after she was gone so if you have something funny to say about Toni please share it with us.
Toni and i hung out our senior junior and senior year.what a fun person, who was full of life.she got me in so much trouble,but we laughed thru it all.she was kind,and just loved life.i will never forget all the times we had together.miss you Toni!!!
From Romelia Harper on October 4th, 2010
I was stunned to learn about Toni. I remember her great sense of humor and big smile.
I was fortunate to have known Albert when I was a young girl he always seemed so happy and friendly. Our parents were very close friends and our fathers are still buddies today. His parents, Estella and Jack Motola helped my family when we arrived to California. His mother, Estella Motola's tragic early passing bonds our families forever. Albert was a loving son, brother and father.
I was very saddened to just learn of Albert's passing. I was a classmate of his and shared several classes with him. We were both pranksters and kept each other laughing. I remember he had a great smile and laugh that even now brings back a lot of memories. He would regularly tell me I was crazy for some of the silly things I'd do in class. We only made contact again at the 10th reunion. My condolanses to his family and friends and God bless you all. Sincerely, Kurt Morris
Craig and I grew up together on the same street, we had so many good times. when ever i'm up on Whittier blvd. I remember cruising with him in his trans- am. He lived fast. I miss him. Craig graduated with the class of 1976.
Craig was a very nice guy and fun in class. Wish you were here.
From Melody Burris on August 6th, 2013
Craig and his family lived across the street from me and they were my second family. The neighborhood was mostly boys so naturally I was a tomboy and Craig would always tease me. I too remember his Trans Am and will never forget the day he burned rubber in front of his house after fresh asphalt had been layed and he tore up a good size strip of it. His dad was sooo mad. He always made me laugh and memories of him will be with me forever. You are loved and missed Craig...
Dennis was a very happily married man with 3 young boys and his wife was 5months pregnant with a girl when he passed away from a blood clot in his doctor's office after his yearly exam. He loved life to the fullest. He was my best friend and I think about him most every day.
Robert Niemi and I were married on June 8, 1974 and had a son, Jeremy, born on Dec. 31,1975 and a daughter, Erica, born on May 8,1980. He passed away from lung cancer, only 3 months from diagnosis. He had a fantastic sense of humor, and was one of the most brilliant men I have ever met. I had to marry him, his proposal was a handmade card, with a gorilla on the front, and inside said 'all I ever wanna, is a girl named Donna'. Since his death, the stars are a little less bright.
Robert Niemi was my friend in high school. After graduation in 1966 we lost touch. We played basketball together and were frequently in the same classes. He remains the smartest person I ever knew. I remember one time asking him about an English assignment. We were tasked to write about decision making. Heck, I couldn't even make a decision about what sort of decision to write about. When I asked Bob if he'd finished the paper yet he said no, that he was going to write it that evening, the day before it was due. I asked him the next day if he'd finished the paper and how long it took him. He said about 20 minutes. He wrote about how to decide what kind of breakfast cereal to buy. He got an "A" of course. I've wondered about Bob every few years but never made the effort to find out what he was doing. I know it had to be something extraordinary. Moments before writing this I did a quick search for the first time of the Sierra High alumni site. I was saddened to read that he had passed away several years ago. Donna, Jeremy, and Erica, you lost a good man.
Ron Overlin graduated from Sierra in 1961. He served in the Air Force then attended Cerritos Jr. College and LA State graduating in 1972 with a degree in art. He moved to Washington state in 1972, working for several years at Washington State University in Pullman, then for the USPS in Federal Way. He married Susan Paterson, class of 1963. They later divorced, but remained friends and she was at the hospital in Auburn, Washington when he died of complications from diabetes, heart disease, and kidney failure. He was a terrific graphic artist and got to use his talents to design brochures and posters for the local bulk mailing center of the USPS in Federal Way. He also enjoyed cooking and one of the highlights of his life was the year he spent in France with his second wife (Debra) learning French cooking and traveling around Europe. They also divorced and he spent his later years golfing and traveling with friends until his health gave out. He enjoyed collecting and had some very good antiques and a well reknown Coca Cola memorabilia collection. He was involved with his condo association board until he entered the hospital a week before his death. Friends and neighbors remember his corny jokes and cheerful attitude despite his long term health concerns. When at Sierra he was involved with the tennis team and envied for his black 1955 Ford.
My Brother, Rich.... We had our days great and bad. I choose to remember the great.Our surf times surfing trips were epic..!!! Our secret spot that we took turns shooting with my water housing and camera turned into a great remberance that pierce's my heart so often and they grace the walls of my home..
I love you Bro and miss our growing up and all the pranks that we'd pull off to get waves to ourselves in a crowd of other surfers and theyed all back off..So much fun and I will be with you in Heaven When I'm called Home. We can sit around "talking story" and our being blessed with a fantastic Mom and the best Stepfather, Wilburn. and our older brother that protected you and I as we grew up..
God is with you now, Jim and Leroy(big brother)...!!!
From Gene Algarin on June 16th, 2011
We had many fun, great surf adventures together. I'll miss you "Little Pilk," hope they serve milfy in Heaven. -Geno
Our little brother was killed by a drunk driver while on vacation in Canada, just one year after his graduation, Class of 1971. Lance had a kind heart, sweet spirit, he loved wrestling, his friends, his sisters and a great love for the Lord. We loved him so and miss him always.
Marcia (Plummer) Bauman Class of 1966 and Karen (Plummer) Thompson Class of 1969
I still remember the day I heard the sad news about Lance. Although I was a grade above him, I new him well. He, absolutely, was a great wrestler... and pictures of him kickin' booty were captured forever, in the Oracle. Sweet, sweet guy... taken way too soon. I will always remember him.
He was a person who loved life and lived it to the hilt
He was on News Staff/Sword and Shield and in some drama. He loved the spotlight, for years he sang and wrote songs for his band. He was employed as truckdriver for most of his life. He and I reconnected in 2007, he was a good friend and a person with heart and faith in GOD.
He will be missed by me, his friend for many many year.
Jim Reeves of Avondale, AZ, (previously of Southern California), passed away at Hospice of the Valley in Goodyear, AZ on June 23, 2011. He was born August 28, 1956 in Los Angeles, CA to Willard and Ruth Reeves.
Jim was a dedicated truck driver for 35 years and an accomplished musician whose band opened up for some well known acts in the 80’s and 90’s. His family, friends and his 2 special 4-legged “girls” Dallas Rose and Odessa Joy will truly miss him. He was a great man with a big heart and a great smile.
Jim is survived by his wife Lori Reeves of Avondale, his daughter Megan Reeves of Colorado Springs, CO, his son Joshua Reeves (Tamara) of Sioux Falls, SD, one grandson Aaron Reeves and a granddaughter to Arrive in October.
A memorial service is being celebrated August 6 at 11 am at First Southern Baptist Church of Avondale, 1001 N. Central Ave., Avondale, AZ. In Jim’s honor, the family requests you wear your Hawaiian shirt.
I was a friend of Fred's about 69-70. I helped Fred pull the engine out of his Bug-eye Sprite, using a long 2x4 and a chain under the engine, and lifted it out by hand. We had a great trip out to Calico Ghonst town, in the Sprite. Sorry to hear of his passing.
Sherry, please contact me at WD6L@hotmail.com
From Donna (Hart) Padgett on August 1st, 2010
I was shocked and saddened to learn that Fred Renner had died. We were the best of friends in high school. He had a wonderful sense of humor and kindness about him. I always wondered where he went and what had become of him............if Fred's wife sees this.......please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
From Mike Savage on February 9th, 2011
Fred lived with my family for a while after high school. He was a friend of my brother, Dave. Please contact me: mike (at) mikesavage (dot) net
Maria was my best friend. We met at Lake Marie in the 3rd grade and have remained friends all our lives. Maria is God Mother to two of my children and her husband, Alejandro (alex) is God Father to my second child. Maria was a great friend, she always came to my families events. She was in constant contact with me giving me support when my mother died. Maria was not just a friend, but a sister. She was an only child, but spent all her young life with me and my sisters; getting ready for school every morning because her parents worked. My mother became her second mom. I dearly miss you Maria. Love you forever, Karen (Brannon) Huerta
Kent Richard Rohlfing was my daddy-o and he shaped my life and my siblings lives in many ways. I wouldn't be who I am without his contagious humor. He was the most hilarious person I have ever known, I have seen many pictures of my dad dressing up in bathing suits, he was the best cross dresser ever haha. He had such a good spirit and he honestly loved his children with all his heart. I will never forget the way I felt laying next to him I have never felt so safe. I think I get my silliness from him and I miss being weird with him, we would laugh so hard we cried. I will always look back on dancing with him and the way his cologne would smell when I hugged his neck and smile. He loved my mom very much I don't think there was much he wouldn't do for her. He taught us how to fish and he provided us with experiences that made my life. He used to call me Ashley Nickel because my middle name was nicole, he would sing it to me, I would give anything to hear him sing that song again. Before dinner every night I would ask what we were having and he would say "liver and onions" and I would ask over and over again and he would keep saying "liver and onions", as a kid that kind of got old to me but I actually miss it now. If I would ask him the time he would say "What do you have a hot date?" and again wouldn't answer my question. I remember when my grandpa died and I was about nine or ten at the time and everyone was really upset and I was really confused because it was my first time dealing with a death in the family, and I wasn't sure if I would see my dad at the viewing because him and my mom were no longer together, and then I saw him and it made me feel so secure ,it was the first time I saw my dad cry and he hugged me and my sister sarah close. My dad loved to be outside he loved to garden and work in the yard and swim in the pool. As a kid I practically lived outside also and I loved that he would let me help him garden and he would play with us in the pool. I always thought my dad had super human strength and I thought my dad could do anything I thought he was the funniest man in the world, I thought he was the most handsome man, maybe that's just my opinion because he's my dad but he was the best dad he could be for me and that's all that matters. My dad loved to work on cars and especially his truck that he had for years, it was always about to break down but he kept it and just kept on working on it, that's just how he was. For a while for work he would work on houses and fix them up just as a side job but I knew there were some people who called and asked him to do a job and they wouldn't pay him but he kept helping them anyways, that really showed me my dad's heart. Anyone who knew my dad must feel a great loss because I know my family feels it. It's a shame he has missed so much like all the grandchildren and weddings and graduations but we all have memories in our hearts.
My name is Heather, I am the daughter of Ofelia Sanchez. I miss my mother everyday. She was a mother and a friend to everyone. Everyone loved her Faye-ry hugs and her Faye-ry kisses. She was always kind to everyone, with a strong back bone. I am greatful to our mom because she showed us that we can make it in this world no matter how difficult it can be. I love you MOM always.
My mother graduated in 1960. I miss her very much. My mother had cancer of all sorts, and was taken away from us too quickly. I could not have asked for a better mom. I hope you all remember how dear she was to us all.
My mother passed away on Dec. 24th, 2006, near her favorite holiday, around all of her children. We are very greatful to be there and witnessthis beautiful moment.
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Roger graduated in the class of 1971. He married Vicki Schoonover on July 7, 1973 and they had two boys Matthew and Michael. He believed that family was everything and he lived that until his last breath. No matter what we did, we always ended up with a great story to remember - much like the National Lampoons Vacation movies. We always had a blast and we'll miss that...... We love you and miss you Roger/Dad!!!!
Roger Dale Tedford of Eugene died Sept. 14 of complications related to brain tumor surgery (in December, 2007), stroke and respiratory problems. He was 57. A celebration of life is planned for later.
He was born April 11, 1953, in Exeter, California, to Ezra and Eula (Watkins) Tedford. He married Vicki Schoonover on July 7, 1973, in Whittier, California.
He graduated with a masters degree in business and finance from California State University, Fullerton, in 1980. He worked as a controller at Tekform in 1983-84, was cost accounting manager and vice president of finance at Spectra-Physics from 1985 to 2000 and controller at JCI from 2000 to 2007.
Survivors include his wife; two sons, Matthew of Hillsboro, Oregon and Michael of Los Angeles, California; a brother, Lenord of La Mirada, California; and a sister, Regina Woody of Mustang, Oklahoma.
Arrangements by Andreason’s Cremation & Burial Service in Springfield.
Bob was a loving husband, fantastic father of three children, a gifted artist and teacher, and a man of God. He is remembered as a quality teacher of Vallivue Middle School with a emmorial case containing his art work and humor through photos and comments. The Bob Thompson Art Scholarship at Northwest Nazarene University cites his attribues as an artist and a friend to all, having a great sense of humor, and the one man who had all the characteristics to play Santa Clause.
Robert Earl Thompson entered heaven on Tuesday, June 19th, where his son, Jason Earl, met him. Bob passed away at Mercy Medical Center due to complications from a recent surgery.
Bob, son number three, was born May 29, 1945 in Whittier, California to Sylmon Edward and Ruby Floy Thompson. He grew up primarily in Whittier, with a brief stint in New Mexico. He graduated from Sierra High School in Whittier, attended Pasadena College for a semester and came to Northwest Nazarene University in 1964. It was in 1974 that Bob earned his Bachelors Degree in Art Education. Prior to his graduation from college, Bob worked at a variety of jobs. Local places of employment were Birds Eye Frozen Foods, Armor Meat Packing, Nampa Floral, and Falk’s Idaho Department Store in Boise. Upon Graduation, he worked as an industrial arts and art teacher at South Junior High School for several years. He worked at the School District Office as the Graphic Artist. In this capacity he assisted in various projects for Migrant Education. Hired by Albertson’s, he worked as a graphic artist in the advertising department and then for Boise Cascade as a packaging engineer. In 1979, when the timber industry fell in the northwest, he made a job change that took his family to Washington State. He worked for 10 years as a packaging engineer for Longview Fibre Company – Container Division in Longview Washington. A career move for his wife brought the family back to Nampa in 1988. Several graphic/advertising jobs were held - Aluma Glass Industries and Ponderosa Paint – before Bob took the classes necessary to re-certify to teach in the state of Idaho. He has spent the last 5 years at Vallivue Middle School teaching art to grades 6 through 8. Working for such a wide variety of employees has generated a host of life long friendships.
Bob Thompson was a man of unending generosity, impacting love, rollicking humor, and steadfast faith. He could rarely turn away someone in need, often giving above what he had, knowing that God would always provide for his own needs and those of his family. He gave of his money, his artistic talent, and especially his bear hugs as an expression of his love. Bob often gave of his art talent to his school Vallivue Middle School, Northwest Nazarene University, and many service organizations in Nampa and Boise, including the Chamber of Commerce, The Nampa Downtown Association, MADD, among others.
Bob Thompson was a man of impacting love. The love of his family was evidenced in the most valuable gift he could give – his time and attention. His caring spirit was demonstrated through multitude acts of kindness: a card sent to a student, who needed encouragement; the mounting of a photograph for the funeral of a recently deceased child; a phone call placed for a neighbor, reminding his students each Friday to, “Buckle up, be safe, and tell your parents that you love them!”
Bob was a man of rollicking humor. His smile and his laugh will linger in the memories of all who knew him. He loved to play a joke, use his artistic talent to make humorous cards and banners, was quick to find the humor in any situation, and kept those who knew him attentive with the well-told story!
Bob was a man of steadfast faith. He was a member of College Church of the Nazarene, where he had attended for more than 35 years. He had been active in children’s ministries, choir, and has taught and team taught a number of Sunday School Classes. His greatest desire as a Christian – one who believes in the active power of God in his life - was to exemplify the love of God to all others as described in the 13th chapter of First Corinthians. He loved his family, his students, his friends and a number of strangers he helped along the way.
Bob is survived by his wife, Merilyn; two daughters and sons-in-law, Michelle and Ron Sickels and Mindee and Jeff Scott; his mother, Ruby Floy Thompson, four brothers and their wives, Sylmon Edward Thompson and his wife Betty, Charles Ray Thompson, James Paul Thompson, and Benjamin Jackson “Jack” Thompson and his wife Janalee; a sister-in-law Connie Thompson, a grandson, Dyson Ray Scott; and a host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins. His father, Sylmon Edward Thompson and his son Jason Earl Thompson preceded Bob in death.
A memorial celebration will be held at College Nazarene Church at 10:00 a.m., Saturday, June 23. The family suggests that in lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to NNU to start an endowed art scholarship in Bob’s name.
My brother was known to many by different names, but to his family and close friends he was known as "Sonny". He served in VietNam and come home to his loving family only to be killed in a car acc the next year. he graduated from Sierra in 65, I think. Our prayers were answered because he did get to come home form Viet Nam. We thank God for the time we got to be with him and will NEVER forget our Sonny. I'm his sister and I graduated from Sierra in 67. He was a wonderful Brother, so heres to you brother xoxoxoxo
My brother (class of 70) and best friend left way too early but he always said he had alot of hits in life. He traveled the world and did much to educate the world about AIDS, never complaining. He did everything with a grand sense of humor and that is the main reason I miss him ...Though gone many years now I still think of what his response would be to some of the unique politicians we have who insist on living in the 19th century. Then I laugh. I love you little bro and will see you again.
WALTERS -Ward D. Walters, (Sierra Hight School Class of 1967) passed away Sunday, October 12, 2003, after a short battle with cancer. He was surrounded by family and friends. Ward was fifty-four years young and will be greatly missed by those who knew and loved him. Ward was a life long resident of Whittier, except for the few years he spent in Lake Arrowhead where he met his lovely bride Kathy and many friends. He attended Ocean View Elementary, E. Whittier Middle School, Sierra High School, and Rio Hondo College. He worked for many years in the lumber and building materials industry. He was a skilled craftsman, and a very fine musician. Ward organized and participated in many local musical groups writing and singing songs, and playing several different instruments including his favorite, the guitar. His excellent talents and chosen career were clearly carrying on the traditions of the Drumheller family, who were long time Whittier home builders a nd production woodworkers, as well as music lovers. One of his favorite instruments is a guitar built by his uncle, Ernie Drumheller, his mom's (Iris Walters) brother. He had a great love to the desert, and spent a considerable amount of time with family and friends at his second home in "Bedsprings" located in Death Valley. Ward has always been noted for his humor and quick wit. The day before his collapse he was telling jokes with his various accents, shrugged up shoulders, and funny facial expressions. Ward was a son, a brother, a cousin, a husband, a father, an uncle, a grandfather, a son-in-law, a very best friend, and a kind and loving friend to everyone he met.
Mr. Weston was always happy when he taught drama and english classes. Always kind, understanding and a sypathetic ear for those crazed teenaged years. When we thought our parents just didn't understand, he showed us that an adult could understand and made all the difference to many of us. God rest his soul in peace.
Matt Weston was a good man with a great sense of humor. He was always kind to me and played a major role in developing my talent as a performer for which I will be forever grateful. Matt is a beautiful soul!
From Cecilia Greenroyd on September 19th, 2010
Mr. Weston is one of those teachers you never forget. I have told my children about him many times. He was a great encourager.
From Victoria Salti Wilson on October 3rd, 2010
I will always remember Mr. Weston as a compassionate and patient teacher. He was so incredibly kind to me and taught me a couple of valuable lessons; compassion and dignity.
From judy bills on June 30th, 2011
Mr. Weston was my favorite teacher in choir. I had him from my freshman to my senior year. His favorite thing to do was " one, two buckle my nose." That would always catch everyone's attention. He may not have known it. , but he made a big impact in my life. Music plays a big part in my life. All my kids and grandkids were all raised with music. I had my own music studio. did alot of recordings and made a few records of my own. Because we could make records there. I speak of him often. And he will be greatly missed. Mr. weston if you could read this sir. " Hats off to you sir, Hats off to you.
From George Smith on May 18th, 2012
Matt - you made such a difference for my high school years and many years after graduation. You made me feel important and talented. You are one of those responsible for who I've become and I thank you. God bless.
From Patty Andrews on April 29th, 2013
Mr. Weston was a guy with a great sense of humor. I sang soprano in his choir in freshman year and alto in senior year (although the low notes were a struggle). RIP.
From Vivian Torres Kekua on August 24th, 2013
To my Favorite Teacher..who will always have a place in my heart...I recall the times when you asked me to tryout for choir,I did and you wanted me to sing with them..sadly I went a different direction...But when I do sing..I so much remember you...Thank you for putting up with my pranks and weird stuff you let me get away with...you had the greatest sense of humor..Heaven is so lucky to have youu..till we all meet again...you will always be my # one teacher <3<3<3 :)))
The sound of your voice, the way you always made me laugh in government class after Mr. Bradens winded speeches. Your Alfred Hitchcock impression, the fun we had at Fall Follies and my bachelorette party. These are things I will always remember of you. Miss you Terri.....
From Victoria Salti Wilson on October 3rd, 2010
Terri was one of the funniest and kindest girls in the class of 1978. She was not only in our fall follies group, she was a friend to all of us in it. She her humor did not come at the expense of another's dignity. I will try to emulate Terri by remembering a joke need not come at the expense of another person.
From Patty Andrews on April 29th, 2013
Small but mighty.... She was a good person. RIP Terry
As many of you may already know, our friend, teacher, and teaching colleague Erlend Wilson (Scotty) passed away on August 20th. I have many fond and funny memories of Mr. Wilson my Sierra High School French teacher. We also became friends in later years and I admired his many talents including his rose garden and backyard Koy ponds that he built and maintained in his own backyard. I will always remember him fondly. A celebration of life is planned on Saturday October 14th, please read the message below in the obituary for information.
Sent: Sat, Sep 9, 2017 9:33 pm Subject: Erlend Wilson's Celebration of Life
I just wanted to reach out to everyone I can that knew Erlend Wilson to inform them that Erlend Wilson passed away on August 20th. I had just spoken to him the day before he passed away and he was telling me that he wanted to go and was tired of being miserable and uncomfortable and was hoping he would go soon. He passed away inside his home in his own bed surrounded by medical personnel, myself, and his close friend and neighbor.
Erlend’s body is currently at the Rose Hills mortuary and he is scheduled to be cremated on September 15. It was Erlend’s wishes that he be cremated and then shipped to Scotland where his family will then take him to the Orkney Islands where he grew up and bury him with his mother. Erlend’s attorney is going to allow us to hold onto Erlend’s ashes in order to have a little celebration of his life before he is shipped to Scotland.
Everyone is invited to attend a celebration of Erlend’s life! This celebration will be held on October 14th which is a Saturday at 3:00 pm at La Mirada Regional Park. We will be having this celebration near the lake at La Mirada Regional Park. Erlend used to love going to La Mirada Regional Park with myself and my kids when my kids were younger. We spent a lot of time feeding the ducks and watching the kids play on the playgrounds. This is why we have chosen La Mirada Regional Park for the location of his celebration of life. I feel he would have enjoyed going there with us one last time.
If you are planning on attending Erlend’s celebration, I suggest you park in the parking lot for the La Mirada Community Gymnasium which is off of Alicante Rd. The closest major cross-streets are La Mirada Blvd and Alicante Rd. Look for an EZ-up and green balloons. Food will be provided but feel free to bring any favorite dishes that think Erlend would have loved. Also, please bring memories and photos to share with everyone else if possible. Please do not dress up for a funeral but more for a party. Erlend would love to see everyone in bright colors having a good time remembering him and the many good times we enjoyed with him. He would not like to see us sad and wearing black. Erlend loved bright colors and I feel that this celebration should be a bright and cheerful occasion where all who knew and loved Erlend can get together to share stories, photos, and memories of Erlend while enjoying food and each other’s company. Erlend’s ashes will be there along with some photos. Feel free to stop by and say goodbye or anything else you would like to say to him before he makes his final journey home.
Please pass this message on to anyone you can think of that might know Erlend Wilson and might want to attend his celebration and say goodbye. Unfortunately I have a very small list of people whom I can contact. I know Erlend touched hundreds of people’s lives and has hundreds of contacts, I just don’t know how to get ahold of everyone. He didn’t leave behind a list of people to contact. He had told me on one occasion that he wanted to “…go quietly.”
If anyone would like more information or to contact me at all, feel free to call, text, or email me.
Kris was a dear friend to so many people. We had a reunion of the girls in Feb. 2000 and it was a special evening of laughter and memories. Kris' smile was contagious and her profound faith comforted everyone around her. We miss you terribly. Janeane, Maureen, Sheila, Cindy, Loes ,Linda , Joyce, Bev and Annette.