Frances Averille Rashe

Frances Averille Rashe went to heaven at the age of 82 on December 10, 2012.

Born July 25, 1930, in Belvedere, California, Averille grew up in Saint Helena, California.

He served in the United States navy and subsequently raised a family in Napa, California where he worked as a truck driver for Basalt.

He moved to Burney, CA in 1977, working as a logging truck driver for Burney Transportation and lived his dream on 15 acres where he built his own home and worked his land.

GENEVA ALMEDA
GILLIAM HOLLANDSWORTH
September 22, 1917 – December 11, 2012

Geneva Almeda Gilliam Hollandsworth, beloved mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother died peacefully at the age of 95 on December 11, 2012 at Mayers Memorial Hospital in Fall River Mills, California.

Geneva was born in DePew, Oklahoma on September 22, 1917. She was the 8th child in a family of 10 children. She is the last child of John and Lillie Gilliam to leave her legacy of life for her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Geneva saw many changes in our world during her 95 years and had some fascinating stories to tell. Leaving Oklahoma in the 1940s to bring her three children to California, she worked hard to provide her family with a loving and safe home. She had many jobs throughout her lifetime - she worked in agriculture, a shell factory during World War II, the medical field, and the food, clothing, and retail industries. Eventually she earned her Certified Nursing Aid certificate and worked compassionately with the elderly in a long-term facility in Whittier, California until her retirement.

After retiring, Geneva lived in Southern California for many years before following her daughter and her family to the Intermountain Area. Settling in Burney, Geneva lived the last 19 years of her life in the Mt. Senior Apartments. She enjoyed time with family, friends, and her Intermountain Baptist Church group.

Geneva led a full life with several interests and hobbies. She was a great historian. Her love of genealogy and family history provided her family with enormous knowledge of their personal history through her research and family tales.

Geneva was a member of the VFW Women’s Auxiliary. She was quite an accomplished oil painting and sketch artist. She loved to crochet and sew, and shared many of her creations with her family.

Geneva was the very proud mother of three wonderful children. Son Dan Self and wife Patricia (Geismar, LA), daughter Marilyn (Self) Papez and husband William (McArthur, CA) are left behind to celebrate her life. Daughter Doris (Self) Conley preceded Geneva in death in 2010.

Geneva leaves behind many grandchildren and great-grandchildren who loved her very much. Rob and Laura Self (Plano, TX) and children Emily (great-great-grandson Christian) and David and wife Krissy. Tim and Sandra Self (Flower Mound, TX) and children Katie, Megan and Caroline. Teresa and Terry Bourgeois (Geismar, LA) and children Sara, Nathaniel and Timothy. Granddaughter Valencia Self preceded Geneva in death in 1970. Sonya and Mike Gaches (Tempe, AZ) and children Celia, John and Brandt. Amy Wimmer and partner Pete( Kansas City, KS) and children Logan and Mariana. Roxanna Shaffer and partner John Fry (McArthur, CA) and children Aubrey and partner Stephen Parker, Beau, Colton and Danielle. Michelle and Shane Gilbert (Redding, CA) and children Easton and Fallon. She is also survived by 12 living nieces and nephews.

Geneva will be greatly missed by her family and friends. We are blessed to have had her in our lives and we will treasure our memories of her that will forever be in our hearts. Her services were held December 17, 2012.

Susan L. Skaggs Susan L. Skaggs of Burney Died December 1 at Mercy Medical Center in Redding. McDonald’s Redding Chapel is in charge of arrangements.

Joseph J. Borsky

Joseph John Borsky, 77, of Burney died November 30, 2012 of natural causes at Mayers Memorial Hospital in Fall River Mills. McDonald’s Burney Chapel was in charge of the arrangements.

Herbert E. Oleman
1-14-30 to 11-22-2012

Funeral services for Burney resident Herbert Ellis Oleman will be held at 12:00 noon, Saturday, December 1, 2012 at McDonalds Chapel in Burney. Burial at Burney Cemetery will be at a later date.

“Herb” passed away Thursday, November 22, 2012 in Redding. He faced his recent diagnosis of pancreatic cancer with indescribable courage.

He was one of nine children born to Kenneth and Ellen Oleman in Summit, Oregon on January 14, 1930.

From 1951 to 1957 he served in the US Army, proudly fighting in the Korean War. Herb was a truck driver and a jack of all trades.

Herb was predeceased by the love if his life, his sweetheart Marguriet, his precious son Robert Jacobs, his sister Rosemary Horn, and brothers, Harvey, Ron and Rodney Oleman. He is survived by daughter, Glinda Peterson and her husband Cliff of Redding; sister’s, Beverly Malloy, Browsnville, OR; Delores Moore, Scio, OR and Phyllis Delgado, Portland, OR and brother, David Oleman, Toledo, OR. He also leaves behind his beloved grandson’s and their wives, Rob and Shannon Peterson, Redding; Canen and Aimee Peterson, Folsom, CA and Nate and Lindsy Peterson, Redding, and seven great grandchildren as well as many nieces and nephews he loved so much.

May You Get The Rest You So Greatly Deserve Please make donations in his memory to Interim Hospice, 970 Executive Way, Redding, CA 96001.

Wally fought a long battle and died peacefully in his home November 14, 2012.

He was raised on a ranch in Laramie, Wyo. which gave him a love for the outdoors and horses. He spent a large part of his life with horses and roping. It became quite a passion with him.

He served in the U.S. Navy and was a member of the Underwater Demolition Team during the Korean War.

He later moved to Redding, CA and has a small ranch and logging trucks.

Wally was a self-made man and owned a lot of businesses during his lifetime. He moved to Burney and entered a partnership in a logging business, owning a fleet of logging trucks.

He soon met his wife to be, Rosemary Rentle and married December 16, 1941. They entered into a partnership at a local dinner house, the Rex Club in Burney. They had been married almost 40 years.

Upon retiring in 1981, Wally and Rosemary moved to Brookings, Ore. Wally became restless and started a commercial fishing business on the boat he bought called the “Refuge.”

Wally is survied by his wife Rosemary of Harbor, Ore., Rosemary’s children: Laura Novoa, David Teasley and Pamela McBroome; Wally children: Rosemary Smith and David Link. He left behind many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Wally finally climbed on the big Roan Mare and threw his last loop, riding into those beautiful mountains one last time.

At Wally’s request there will be no services

In Loving Memory of
Doyle Martin Canada

Doyle Martin Canada 72 passed away at his home in Fall River Mills CA on November 8th 2012.

He was born April 3rd 1940 in Pomona, CA, To Hap and Ruby Canada, He was the second child born out of five children, Shirley, Walter, Becky and Frank. His family moved to Burney CA in 1951. He graduated from Fall River Mills High School in 1958.

Doyle married Sandra Cowan in 1958. They had three children. Doyle worked in various sawmills across the western states, California, Arizona, Montana, Washington, Idaho, Oregon and Wyoming.

He was a lead sawyer and plant supervisor for 30 years, Doyle was in an industrial accident in 1989 that left him a paraplegic. That didn’t stop him from doing the things he loved the most. He had a great passion for hunting. You name it, he did it. Deer, Elk, Caribou, Antelope, Duck, and Geese etc. and fishing. His two favorite lakes were Shasta Lake, and the one at his back door, Eastman Lake.

His family was his pride and joy. He was forever grateful for his hunting and fishing buddies and the Fall River High School Class of 1958 warmed his heart.

He leaves behind his wife, Sandra Canada of 54 years, his son Doyle R Canada and wife Mel Canada of Burney, daughter Carol Anable and husband Gary Anable of Rapid City, SD, daughter Debra Panter and husband Ed Panter, of Brookings, Or, and a sister Becky Naylor of Boise City, Okla, 19 grandchildren and nine great grandchildren.

Funeral services were on Friday November 16th atthe Grace Community Church, followed by graveside services.

John Randall Ketchen
1940 – 2012

Jack Ketchen passed away on November 13, 2012 in Fall River Mills, CA after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. He had been retired for 12 years. Jack was 72.

He is survived by his wife, Tana Ketchen, and two wonderful sons, Paul and Lloyd, whom he loved so very much. He is also survived by his younger brother, Jay Ketchen of Walnut Creek, CA and 22 lovely grandchildren with one great-grandchild on the way.

Jack was an avid hunter and has been hunting this area for 30 years. He loved the great outdoors. He was a navy veteran of the Vietnam War.

He loved sitting out on the deck in the morning and just let the world go by. He was where he wanted to be. He loved people and people loved him. He knew everyone in town. I hope his friends all know how important you were to Jack. He will be missed by both his family and friends.

Jack’s dog, Kelly, is still looking for “Dad” to come home.

No services will be held.

SUPERIOR, MO- Ed left us on Sunday October 21st as a result of a hunting accident.

A good natured man with a big heart, Ed loved the outdoors and being with his family. Ed’s warm smile and fun sense of humor touched everyone he met.

Ed was preceded in death by his mother Viola and his father Norman. Ed is survived by his wife Amberly, daughter Angelena, sons Eddie and Josh, grandchildren Star, Brenna, McKenna, and Eddie III; brothers Richard, Norman, and Jim, sister Vivian and numerous nephews and neices and adored family members.

A memorial service will be held Saturday November 10 at 1p.m. at the Superior Assembly of God Church with reception to follow. Please join us and share your favorite memories of Ed.

Thomas Leo Arnold

Patricia Roope

Patricia Ann Roope passed away at home in Lookout on October 15, 2012 for unknown causes.

She was born in Santa Rosa, CA on August 28, 1951. She was married to Charles Roope on October 20, 1978. She enjoyed going camping and spending time with her grandchildren, family and friends.

Patricia is survived by her husband Charles of Lookout and Daughter Kimberly Skelly of Burney, CA. and 14 grandchildren, four great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her son Teddy and daughter Cheryl Roope.

The legacy of her love will burn brightly in our hearts as we remember her.

Jeffery Glen McGram, 56 of Burney, passed away on Wednesday October 3 2012 Service will be held at the Veterans Hall in Burney Ca on Saturday October 27 2012, at 11:00 a.m. Jeffery was born in Willits Ca to Lamar & Betty McGram on April 18, 1956. His family then moved to Burney Ca in 1958. Jeffery attended Burney High School. Jeffery worked as a Mason for 15 years. Jeffery enjoyed the outdoors and loved to hunt and fish. Whenever he had the opportunity to be out in the woods he would be there. Jeffery is survived by his wife, Julie McGram, son Travis McGram, and brothers Artie & Paul McGram. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to: The Jeff McGram Memorial Fund at any US Bank.

Mary Delane Burks (Bevan)

In Loving Memory of Bonnie Stillie

Bonnie was born to Georgia and Emery Ulrich on May 11th 1937 in Compton, California. She was raised in Compton and after graduating from Compton High she started a career in outside sales.

Bonnie had two daughters from her first marriage of fourteen years.

In the early 70’s she met and married the love of her life Bob. They retired in McArthur, Ca. and started the life they had always dreamed of.

What defined Bonnnie was her passion for life, her love for her family and friends. Her devotion to her family was boundless. She was a loved Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Aunt and friend.

The Lord (and Bob) called her home August 14, 2012. Her smile never faded and the spirit and strength she maintained will forever serve as a life lesson for all who knew and loved her. She died peacefully surrounded by her loving family..

She is survived by her daughter Kathy and son-in-law Steve Brang, her daughter Sherri and son-in-law Boyd Anderson. Her beloved granddaughters Kristyn Greer and Kasey Bates,step daughters Marie Baily and Linda Johnston, step grand-daughters Kelly, Kristina and McKenna Baily, Jordan and Lauren Geble and Nicole Johnston, sister Nancy Francis, nieces Kelli Francis and Betty Harden, nephews Larry, Garry, Rene, Emery, and Richard Ulrich and Jack Francis. Rest in the peace of the Lord, you will be missed.

In Memory of Lawrence E. Day

James Delbert Myers was born in Adin on May 17, 1922, the fifth of six children born to James and Edith (Dunbar) Myers. He attended Providence Grammar School and graduated from the Adin High School in 1941.

In 1944 he was inducted into the United States Army and was sent to Europe, where he served with Company C, 20th Armored Infantry Battalion, 10th Armored Division in France, Germany and Austria.

After the war ended Delbert served with the Army of Occupation in Germany, assigned to the 9th Infantry Division, 39th Infantry Services Company.

Delbert was discharged from the Army in 1946, and returned home to work on his brother Melvin’s ranch, as well as working as a mechanic for his oldest brother Norris, who had a garage in Adin.

Delbert married Keith (Tiny) Baker Wolter in 1952, and the couple left Big Valley for a while, living in Cotati, Colusa and finally Vacaville where Delbert retired from Diamond International as yard foreman in 1983.

They returned to Adin, but Tiny became ill soon after the move, and died in June 1984.

His “retirement job” involved buckarooing for Melvin and for Norris’ eldest son Daran, and son-in-law Will Thompson, as well as for other ranchers around the valley. He continued this work even after his marriage to Beatrice Tamplen in 1986.

All of his life he was a cowboy at heart. Delbert’s military life was also important to him. As long as his health allowed he was an active member of the Adin VFW, serving as Commander from 1993 to 1995. Bea died in 2011, and Delbert’s health was failing.

A few months after his 90th birthday he became so ill he was hospitalized, dying on September 15 only 29 days after the death of his younger brother. Delbert was preceded in death by his parents; brothers Norris, Melvin and Ben Myers; sisters Evelyn Myers Coppedge and Delores Jean Myers; nephew Jim Coppedge; and the cousin who was so close he was nearly another brother, Steve Dunbar.

Left to miss him are his nieces and nephews, Daran Myers, Lura Yowell, and Darrell Myers of Adin; Starla Thompson of Bieber; Hal Myers of Winters; Melody Weber and Ben Myers Jr. of Pensacola Florida; and Beth Walls of Rio Linda; together with their families and a number of cousins and friends.

Delbert’s funeral was graveside in the Adin cemetery with full military honors. The family asks that any donation in his memory be made to the Adin Veterans of Foreign Wars, c/o Dearld Ellenberger, Commander, Adin, CA 96006.

April 20, 1923 – September 19, 2012 Born in Truro, Iowa to Monk and Bertha Guthrie, Peg married Dennis Beaman in November of 1941.  After WWII, Peg and Dennis moved to Marina, CA. Three children were born during the marriage; Marie, William and Kathryn. Besides raising and caring for her family, she was always involved in many community activities; officer in the local grange, P.T.A. President, Girl Scout leader.

 After her husband passed away in Redding in 1977, Peg moved to Burney were she resided until her death. She worked as a “yard duty” aide at Mt. Burney school for several years. She was active in the Burney Boosters. She really enjoyed going to the Burney High School games, no matter the sport. She enjoyed watching the young people compete. Tournaments would find her organizing and manning the hospitality room for many events over the years.

She enjoyed traveling, especially to the California Coast. Monterrey and Crescent City were two of her favorites. She and several of her friends also enjoyed traveling to Dixieland Jazz festivals for many years. She also enjoyed playing the penny slots in Reno, as well as rooting for the S.F. Giants. She was an active member in the Presbyterian Church and the Mountain Cruisers’ Car Club.

Besides her children, she leaves seven grandchildren, 13 great-grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren. A memorial service was held on Monday, September 24 at the Presbyterian Church in Burney, and a graveside services is scheduled for 10 a.m. at the Redding Cemetery on Wednesday, September 26. For more info, call the Conleys at 335-4326.

Grace Brown

In Memory of Patty Deeane Ledbetter

Patty Deeane Reed-Ledbetter of McArthur was born July 31, 1943 and passed away at Mayers Memorial Hospital in Fall River Mills following a long illness Monday, September 12, 2012 at the age of 69.

 Patty’s husband, Gary, Allen Ledbetter preceded her in passing August 2008.

Patty was the oldest daughter of Evan and Johnnie Reed.

She leaves her daughter Tricia Ann Suchanack of Fort Wayne Indiana, son Robert Leon Suchanack of Washington State, mother Eva Reed of Fall River Mills, sister Lorrie Ann Adkins of Fort Smith Arkansas, and brother Billy Reed of McArthur.

Patty was a member of the United Lumbee Indian Tribe, a minister of the Chapel of Our Lord Jesus Church and president of the Native American Wolf Clan. A memorial service will set at a later date.

The American Tall Tale was shaped through frontierism as we discovered new and vast expanses of land that needed to be filled with equally large stories and characters like Paul Bunyan, John Henry, Casey Jones, and Calamity Jane. Following the Second World War, the genre stopped expanding. Some literary experts argue that the legacy of the Tall Tale has been kept alive and well. It was nurtured on an island in the Florida Keys, brought across the nation in the RV, and proclaimed from the mountain tops of Burney, California.

Tall Tales, we know, are defined by the exaggerated and boisterous over-the-top declarations. I doubt very few of us ever truly believed a giant blue ox created the Great Lakes. We often take such stories for granted, or with a grain of salt, or with a roll of the eyes. More often we forget that they are part of the American Experience and tell us so much about the personality of our great nation. Even the smallest exaggeration has to begin with new experiences and adventures, who greeted everyone they met as if they’d known them for years, who were proud of their many accomplishments, who valued memories over material, and who knew that life was meant to be cherished, celebrated, and – most importantly – shared with those around them, like generations of Americans before him, to carry on this tradition. And so today, I give you his story, told in the most appropriate of styles.

Marathon, Florida is a strip of land surrounded by water and connected to the rest of America by narrow bridges. The city is so narrow that when Steve’s voice rang out it could be head crystal clear on both sides of Marathon, up to 20-feet into the ocean, where the waves swallowed his words and carried them across the seas. Subsequently, everyone knew when Steve saw a friend – old or new or never met before. Everyone knew when his grandson, Tyler, accomplished a new goal, as Steve never let the achievements of others go unnoticed. Everyone knew when Steve heard a new joke, learned a new fact, or tasted an amazing meal.

Much like the great Hemingway, Steve thrived in the keys. He found the warmest rays of sunshine, caught the biggest fish, and discovered the biggest snails. His snail collection was a prized collection of rare pieces. Snails of all shapes, sizes and shells. The average person never thought twice about snails. However, once Steve began expository explaining his escargot, everyone was entranced. Steve’s famous dinner parties often gave way to late night conversations about the intricacies of his collection, his voice now much softer when discussing such delicate creatures, carried across the breeze and lulled the children of Marathon to sleep.

Twelve years ago, one of Steve’s closest companions passed on. His name was Bob. They had known one another for years, having worked on challenging and rewarding projects. For years they would join up to fish. Though time and distance had separated them, they easily reconnected in the early mornings along the mightiest rivers, tackle boxes in hand, as if no time had passed. Through the years, Steve had been a close, personal friend of Bob and his family. Bob, who was a Tall Tale in and of himself, left behind the compassionate, strong and outgoing Shirley. She and Steve had known one another for years, but had gone some time without seeing one another. However, much like Bob and Steve, they reconnected as if it had only been a few days since they last had dinner, shared laughs, and discussed life. They complimented one another in the strongest of ways, which is to say subtle and hard to spot by the untrained eye. The pair may not have even noticed the changes at first, and it certainly took quite some time to see. However, it is fair to say that, had they been a palm tree: Steve was the trunk stretching into the sky while Shirley was the root structure that anchored them to the ground and kept them from blowing over in a hurricane. As a result, they created a great canopy of palm fronds and coconuts that provided shade, refreshment, and comfort to all that came near them.

The two soon took off across the country, celebrating the nation they both loved while visiting sites rich in history and tradition. Along the way there were many moments of smiles, laughter, and tenderness. There were exciting moments, memorable moments, soft moments, and tender, intimate moments that are (in this author’s humble opinion) better left to the imagination. Somewhere along this journey, perhaps after being inspired by the Big Skies of Montana, the deep lows of the Grand Canyon, or the simple joys of a peaceful stretch of road that has no historical marker or anyone but Steve and Shirley, the two joined together in the decision to share their lives together. While some may critique that this was the behavior of much younger people, in that moment, they made one another feel young and vibrant and free. They had renewed one another – not just in mind, but in spirit and body.

And so it is that I, your humble author, came to meet Steve Chappell, who little to his knowledge had just joined a family with a long, rich tradition of storytelling. (We are Irish, after all). His new bride had raised her children and grandchildren with stories of protective lions who lived under the house, playful gnomes who destroyed the garden, and famous relatives who built homes for ghosts. While in the light of adulthood these stories seemed silly and predictable, I know they were designed for something greater. They disguised rules of folklore, respected our youthful innocence, and kept our imagination sharp while keeping our minds sharper. After all, an average child simply accepts there is a magical lion living just beyond the opening that leads under the house, but an exceptional child wants to know how the lion got there, if his grandmother has some sort of agreement with the lion, and just how the lion had not starved all this time (I still think there were a lot of stupid, curious children who lived on Henderson Way in the late 70’s). But I digress, for I know that Steve used a similar approach with his grandchildren, especially when it came to the youngest of Shirley’s clan, Robbie, Daniel and especially Arraya knew Steve as their grandfather and they had an amazing relationship. I believe the two had a plan to keep their minds sharp. While Shirley focused on their imagination, Steve was in charge of logic. I, firsthand, have witnessed Steve craft a carefully spun story combining 83% fact with 8% opinion and 7% exaggeration. He carefully reserved the final 2% for critical thought. He often would end his stories, whether they be to grandchildren, family members, or friends (life-long or just met) with the open ended “and why do you think that is?” The story was never the point. The point was making sure you listened to the facts, looked at the history, and came to an educated conclusion inspired by what you knew in your mind as well as what you knew in your heart. This gives me faith in the future of my younger cousins who were close with him.

It also gives me faith in myself. Steve and I lived on opposite sides of the spectrum on countless topics. However, one thing truly brought us together, and that was the love of a good debate. We knew that being educated on events and facts allowed you to draw conclusions and make valid points. Steve read. Steve read a lot, ranging from fiction to historical fiction to biography to newspapers. He also watched the news a lot (and normally at a high volume so it could still be heard over his rousing agreements or even more rousing disagreements). In those moments, I saw myself in him. We both drove ourselves to learn something new every single day. We were both excited by the printed word and the journey’s and knowledge it could share. We were both passionate about the things we believed in and, subsequently, loved a good debate. And so, for lack of a better analog, we both came to the gunfight with plenty of ammunition. Steve and I debated a new topic almost every time we saw one another. To the outside party it may have been heated and intense. But it was something I looked forward to, and something I admired in Steve. He may not have agreed with my opinion or logic, but he respected that I had taken the time to know what I was saying and had formed an opinion on the topic. I never once changed his mind on an opinion and vice versa. However, we sharpened one another’s mind every single time. He validated me simply be engaging me and listening to my opinion in the same way he validated Arraya by asking her “Why do you think that is?” And by asking Shirley what next step the two of them should take. All along the way he never dictated fact or opinion, he simply laid out a great story and asked us to come to our conclusion.

And that’s the thing about Steve Chappell, debate and Tall Tales. They have always been, and always will be, about the journey we make for ourselves and the conclusions that follow. Perhaps Steve’s voice never lulled a child to sleep. Perhaps Johnny Appleseed never planted a miraculous orchard. But in our hearts and minds we know the impact they had on our lives. And we know the importance of having them in our rich, profound histories.

Matt Welch Stephen Alva Chappell 1934 -2012 Survived by wife Shirley of Burney, Daughter Sara Anderson of North Carolina and four grandchildren.

In Memory of Larry Dee Williams

In Memory of John Raymond Wanat

In Memory of Robert Ernest Brewster

Gladys Stephens

Gladys Lorene Stephens, 88, of Burney, CA passed away on August 26, 2012 at Mayers Memorial Hospital in Long Term Care.

Gladys was born in Stigler, Oklahoma on December 2, 1923. She spent her childhood in Stigler and moved to California in 1950 and then to Burney in 1998. She was a food prep cook, piano teacher and a CNA.

Survivors include husband Raymond, daughter Cathelina Hill of Riverside, son David McCoy of Bastrop, Louisiana, four grandchildren, and eight greatgrandchildren, and two sisters Shirley Denny and Mary Delay.

Services were held at McDonald’s Chapel in Burney on Thursday, August 30, 2012 Pastor Timothy Bledsoe, Sectional United Pentecostal Church Presbyter of Willits, CA conducted the service. Burial was at the Pine Grove Cemetery in McArthur.

The family requests donations be made to the United Pentecostal Church in her memory.

In Memory of Robert Avila

We will always remember Our loving, kind, happy and sweet Robert On Saturday, August 4, 2012, Robert Avila (Anderson) passed away after a tragic accident.

Robert’s funeral will be Saturday, August 18, 11 a.m. at the Catholic Church in Fall River Mills, California.

There will be a wake following the funeral at 2 p.m. at the Mayfly Pub, 43100 Hwy. 299 in Fall River Mills.

Thank you for your love and prayers. God has a new, big, tall, sweet angel in heaven.

The amount of his funeral is more than his mother, Marykate Bamburg, can handle. Any and all donations to help with the funeral costs will be accepted at Tri Counties Bank. Please make checks payable to Marykate Bamburg, savings account #168053848.

Death Notice

Dorothy Louse Eastman , 88, of Fall River Mills died August 10, 2012 of natural causes at Mayers Memorial Hospital. McDonald’s Chapel is handling the arrangements.

Robert Souza (Bob), 89, formerly of Mc Arthur, passed away peacefully in his sleep at his home in Robbins, Ca. Bob and wife Lucille lived in Mc Arthur for 20 years. Lucille passed away in 2002. Bob lived his last 7 years in Robbins, Ca. with daughter Julie. He is survived by son Terry Souza, daughter Cheryl Moseley, Son Arnold Souza, daughter Julie Nelson and daughters Nancy Uzar, Peggy Garrison, Gerry Lopus, 25 Grandchildren and 28 Great Grandchildren. He was preceded in death by son John Souza, daughter Carol Sweeney and son Donald Gaither. A grave side service will be held on Friday June 29th at 2:00 p.m. at Pine Grove Cemetery in Mc Arthur.

In Memory of Robert “Bob” Bartz

In Memory of Dylan Matwijje

It is with great sadness that the Matwijiw family announces the tragic passing of Dylan Adam Matwijiw, age 20, as he fell asleep for the final time at the wheel of his car while on his way to work on the morning of May 29, 2012. Dylan is survived by his parents, Gene and Mardine Matwijiw, hi s brothers and sisters-in-law Matthew and Darlene Decker, Jacob and Jennifer Decker, Jeremey and Amber Decker, and Louie and Leah Enbody, the love of his life Betsy Taylor, Dylan’s nieces and nephews Tyler, Kendall, MacKenzie, Nicholas, Brennan, Ada, Edgar, Christian, Jose, Justin, Davina, Jacob Jr, Haley, Damien, and Faith, Dylan’s uncles and aunts John and Melanie Morgan, Claude and Rose Petty, Guy Petty, Lana Stromberg, Christine and Ron Kim, and John and Judi Kiefer, Dylan’s cousins, Jason, Colt, Cassandra, Christina, Joel, Kim, and Brett, as well as Dylan’s dear friends Tony, Scotty, Jason, Ryan, Brett, David, and Cody, and the entire community of Burney California. Psalm

34:18 “The Lord is close to the broken hearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” We are all crushed. You will never be forgotten, OUR Dylan Adam Matwijiw.

In Memory of Michelle Morris

In memory of Bertha Bernadene Bodie Tracy

Bertha Bernadene Bodie Tracy was born April 10, 1917 to Herbert Howard Bodie and Meryl Inez in Winnepeg, Manitoba, Canada.

In 1942 she married Leonard Tracy and they had three children. In 1948 they moved to the United States where she enjoyed working in several careers - nursing, accounting and as a seamstress. She had many talents with a primary interest in anything artistic. She was a strong and determined woman who had a zest for life and for helping the less fortunate. Her loyalty to her family and friends was limitless.

Life was her interest with happy times being spent bowling (until she was 88) arts and crafts, crosswords and going to the casino. In 1983 she and Len moved back to Canada until 2005.

In that year she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and moved back to California with her daughters.

Over the next few years er health deteriorated,  but she never complained and met the challenges of the disease in stride.

She succumbed peacefully to the disease on February 7, 2012. She will be laid to rest in Canada next to her beloved husband who preceded her in death in 1996.

She is survived by two daughters, Valerie and Crickett; 12 grandchildren, one great-grandchild and many friends. She will be missed but never forgotten. No funeral services will be held, but a memorial for her friends and family is scheduled for April 10 at the Pit River Casino.. The family extends their thanks and appreciation to all those who loved and cared for her, and for all of the condolences received.