Lorne Allen Grant – February 20, 2009

Lorne Allen Grant of Silverdale, WA. passed away on February 20, 2009 in Seattle, Washington. Born to Isabelle and Lorne Allen Sr. in Bathurst, New Brunswick Lorne settled in the Kingston New York area in 1971.  With the aid of Lawerence Maxwell Sr. of WGHQ AM radio in Kingston Lorne got his start working the beat as a beat reporter covering such stories as current events in Saugerties, NY and the original Woodstock festival. Upon completion of his brief stint at the radio station he landed his feet on the tugboat Bronx 6 as a deckhand for Bronx Towing in New York. Lorne enjoyed a successful career in New York Harbor and the Hudson River having also worked for such companies such as Morania, pushing hot asphalt and other petroleum cargoes until he was hired as skipper aboard the Hudson River Dayliner. He served as Captain on the Dayliner until the vessel went into dry dock for renovations to become the dinner vessel New Yorker. After Dayliner went in for conversion he moved west and eventually landed a job as a US Navy Harbor Pilot at the Long Beach Naval Station in California. During his career with the US Navy Lorne had handled such vessels as USS Missouri BB-36, USS Ranger CV-61, and laterally the SSBN submarine fleet at Bangor Washington where he was relocated after the Navy Station at Long Beach had closed.

 While living in Silverdale, Washington Lorne was well known in the local community for his unique personality and keen interest on anyone who crossed his path. He was very active in the community with activities such as Crosby Days, Whaling days and other local parades where he would enter his antique Jeep’s.

Lorne is survived by a wife Wei Grant of Silverdale WA.  brother John William Grant of Calgary Alberta, Sean Everett Grant of New York, Ryan Patrick Grant of Seattle WA. and Lorne Matthew Grant of Hemet, Ca.  An Irish memorial service was held in Silverdale at his home with close family and friends. His final resting place will be in Bathurst, New Brunswick.

Gloria Traylor

Gloria Traylor

January 28, 1960 – February 14, 2009

 Remembrance with Love

Gloria Traylor was born in 1960 at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland to John Traylor and Vivian Blakeney Traylor. Mr. and Mrs. Traylor met at the medical facility when Mrs. Traylor was providing nursing care to Mr. Traylor’s father. Gloria Traylor passed last week at 49 years of age.

Gloria attended Daniel Boone Elementary, Alexander Graham Bell Junior High, and Morris High school, all in San Diego where she was raised. She earned her Ward Clerk Certificate from San Diego City College.

She was always a happy person with a ‘profound gift of gab’ to Gloria no one was a stranger for long. She possessed the skill to make others feel at home and supremely comfortable. Gloria was a sincere and honest friend to the friendless, and everyone else as well. She had a heart of gold, and was over abundant with generosity.

Gloria was first married to Darrell Beal where they resided in Hawaii. At her time of passing, she was married to Arthur Calvin.

Gloria Traylor’s life revolved around her: family, daughters Vivian and Diamond and sons Gregory and Cedric, and the apple of her eye her grandson Martavion. She is succeeded in life by loving members of her family Vivian Blakeney Traylor, brother John Jr., sister Lisa, and her children.

She was preceded in death by father John Traylor Sr. and her brother David Traylor.

Gloria will be lovingly remembered forever by those who loved her and those she loved.

♥

DON’T CRY FOR ME, I JUST GOT A CHANGE OF ADDRESS

 Please be advised that I have moved.  I received a call the other day from God, and he informed me that my new home was completed.  I know that my mansion needed some finishing touches and that Jesus Christ had to inspect it and give me approval. On 14 Feb 2009 he let me know that my mansion was complete and that I could move in.  So, He told me go ahead and changes my address.  Well, my new home is finished and what a sight to behold.  It is located on a exclusive estate area behind a beautiful pearly gate.  Of course you know the streets are paved with gold and everyday is Sunday, just like you have been told. Trees of fruit grace my garden here I can walk and talk with my Master with out a worry or care. There is peace here, joy, happiness and no pain or heartache, strife or discontent, only sweet serenity.  I can dine at the Master’s bountiful table and listen to a heavenly choir. And best of all, my heavenly Father is here in all glory: and oh yes, I have my own designer here who has fitted me with my very own white robe and my very own wings.  I could go on and on about my new home, but instead I am going to pray that you get to move here yourself one day.  My new address is 100 Heavenly Circle, New Heaven, New Earth 24-7 24-7.  

PS.
 I don’t’ have a telephone, but you can always call on God.  If you don’t know his number, read your Bible; it is listed on every page.

Janet (Fields) Marks Fowler

Janet (Fields) Marks Fowler

October 7, 1925 – February 13, 2009

Janet Marks Fowler

On Friday, February 13, 2009 Dorothy Janet Marks Fowler, known to her friends as Janet Marks of Guyandotte, went peacefully to be with her Lord and Savior after suffering from congestive heart failure.  She died holding the hands of her beloved children Gary Marks and Bobbi Lynn Marks Goad at the Evergreen Hospice Center of Kirkland, Washington.  As in her life, Janet’s death was filled with grace, love and holy humility.

 Janet was known for her quiet, caring spirit and her incredible artistic talent.  Always giving and never expecting anything in return she loved unconditionally.  Many will remember her paintings on the picture window of her Bridge Street house in Guyandotte every holiday delighting those who passed by.  An original mural by Janet still graces the Guyandotte Public Library’s Children’s Section.  She also created many oil paintings, made doll clothes, Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls to give to children, arranged flowers for school and church and had time for always being a loving housewife; cooking daily meals from scratch and making sure her children and husband had all of their needs met.  She never complained once and continually found joy in her life’s work.  And although she didn’t always get the respect and love she deserved in return, she forgave unselfishly and loved unconditionally without a second thought.

 She had a strong Christian faith and was devoted to her church.  This faith never wavered and she died without and fear end even gave joy in that moment with her peaceful smile and tight hand squeezes.

 At her church she would bake rolls for dinners and provide decorations for the tables.  She was constantly creating and giving.  She was a member of First Guyandotte Baptist Church and later joined Seventh Avenue Baptist Church of Huntington, WV.  Later in life both she and her husband, John, worshipped privately at home; faithfully observing communion and regular prayer and bible study.  She would welcome anyone into her loving care following the teachings of Jesus.  There is one known instance where she gave the coat off her back to a young woman who was cold, poor and in need.  She only admitted this when the coat was noticed missing.  Janet followed the Gospel of Jesus without ever having to show her faith to anyone.  Her life was the example of Christ.

 Born in New Boston, Ohio, she was the second daughter of the late Ora and Walter Fields of Lesage, WV.  She married John J. Marks Sr. and celebrated 57 years together before his sudden death in July, 2003.  She is survived by three sons, John J. Marks, Jr., Robert S. Marks, both of Huntington, WV, Gary A. Marks of Bothell, Washington, and one daughter, Bobbi Lynn Marks Goad of Huntington, who was her grandchild and adopted by John and Janet when she was young after abandonment by her parents.  Bobbi’s friends affectionaltely know Janet as “Gran”.  She was also known as “hotrod Gran” for her humerous “peeling out” of school parking lots to look cool for Bobbi’s friends.

 She spent the last few months of her life happily living in Gary’s home near Seattle, Washington, who gladly cared for her until she was lovingly entrusted to the physical care of Evergreen Hospice.  She spent two days in the Hospice facility in room number 13 before going to her reward on Friday, February the 13^th.  She always had a sly, playful sense of humor!

 Over the years Janet remained in touch with her childhood friend, Dr. Nolan Fowler, well known historian, athlete and constitutional scholar.  Dr. Fowler was Professor of History at Tennessee Technical University in Cookeville, Tennessee.  They knew each other from a very young age when they attended the one room school house at Nine Mile Road in Lesage, WV, where Nolan was a fellow student, neighbor, friend and mentor.  In their later years, after the passing of their spouses, Nolan and Janet became companions for one another and married on Valentine’s Day, 2005, and she pulled up roots and moved to Cookeville, Tennessee.  Dr. Fowler Passed away on October 6, 2008, just one day before Janet’s 83^rd birthday.  They had a wonderful relationship in their later life.

 Janet would light up the room with her smile whenever she would see one of her friends or loved ones.  She was especially fond of her Nephew, Walter Michael Zulandt, currently of Baltimore, MD, whom she also “adopted” as her own son after his mother’s passing.

 Janet Marks Fowler is now among the saints in heaven having regained her memory after a long bout with dementia.  Her memory clear and pain relieved, she smiles upon all her friends and children with that wonderful humble and self sacrificing spirit of unselfish love.  She will be greatly missed.

 There will be a memorial service for Janet to be held at Seventh Avenue Baptist Church this Spring.  Announcements for this service will be made through church contacts or by contacting Gary Marks via email at garymarks@verizon.net.  Her cremated remains will be interred next to her husband, John, at the family cemetery plot in Rome, Ohio. 

In lieu of flowers the family requests donations be made to Evergreen Hospice Center, Kirkland, Washington, or their local Hospice in Janet’s name for the support of elderly people dying without regular care and support of loving children or spouses.

Phyllis Dena Poirier

Phyllis Dena Poirier passed away peacefully at Brentwood Family Home in Marysville, Washington on February 4, 2009 at age 92.  Proceeded in death by her husband Len, brothers Jim, Len and Del and sister RubyAnn.  She is survived by her sister Shirley, her sons Jack and Jerry, grandchildren Renee and Jeff, great-grandchildren Katie, Tanya, Jessie, James and Allison. 

Born in Romsey County, North Dakota on December 19, 1916, she led a full and interesting life.  Living in North Dakota, Montana, Washington, Oregon, Michigan and Arizona. She was devoted to her family and her many friends.   All of us who were lucky enough to have her in our lives will miss her but never forget her.  She wanted all of her family and friends to receive the following:

TO THOSE I LOVE AND THOSE WHO LOVED ME

When I am gone, release me, let me go.

I have so many things to see and do,

You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears,

Be thankful for our beautiful years.

I gave to you my love.  You can only guess

How much you gave to me in happiness…

I thank you for the love you each have shown,

But now it’s time I traveled alone.

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must,

Then let your grief be comforted by trust.

It’s only for a time that we must part

So bless the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far away, for life goes on

So if you need me, call and I will come.

Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near

And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear

All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone,

I’ll greet you with a smile, and say

    “Welcome home!”

NEIL TAYLOR WILLIS

NEIL TAYLOR WILLIS

Born: November 21, 1931

Died: January 22, 2009

Celebration of Life: February 21, 2009, 11 a.m. – 2 p.m.

Neil is survived by his wife Marsha; his children, Emily Willis, of Lake Stevens, WA, and Orlo Willis (Trish); and his two grandchildren Jacoy and Garrett Willis of Kenmore, WA. He is also survived by his sisters Margie, Doral and Lora Lea and numerous nieces and nephews.

Neil grew up in a family of musicians and loved good music.  He served his country in the Korean War in the 1950’s.  He was a carpenter for over 45 years.  He loved hunting, fishing and any activity that would take him outdoors.  He loved poetry and this particular poem was special to him:

“To Those I Love” by Isla Paschal Richardson:

If I should ever leave you

    whom I love

To go along the Silent Way,

    grieve not,

Nor speak of me with tears,

    but laugh and talk

Of me as if I were

    beside you there.

(I’d come—I’d come,

    could I but find a way!

But would not tears and grief

    be barriers?)

And when you hear a song

    or see a bird

I loved, please do not let

    the thought of me

Be sad…For I am

    loving you just as

I always have…

    You were always so good to me!

There are so many things

    I wanted still

To do—so many things

    to say to you…

Remember that I

    did not fear…It was

Just leaving you

    that was so hard to face…

We cannot see Beyond…

    But this I know:

I love you so—‘twas heaven

    here with you!

I will always remember my dad as John Wayne. He had the look. He had the walk. He had the voice. My dad was the toughest man I’ve ever met. He endured pain and hardship his whole life and did his best not to let it show. I never saw my dad cry. I always knew I could count on him. There was never anything he wouldn’t give me or do for me. My dad was a strong disciplinarian and he kept me out of trouble in a time when it was easy to cross the line. He taught me the meaning of honor and duty and that a man’s word is his bond. He taught me how to survive in the wilderness and to love and appreciate the outdoors. My dad was a master carpenter and he taught me how to build things, but more importantly, he taught me to figure out and appreciate how things are built. My dad taught me how to fix most things mechanical or structural and he showed me how to improvise when things didn’t go just right. I will forever remember what my dad smelled like; sawdust, leather and gasoline. Thanks for everything, Dad. I love you. Orlo.

He loved nature, spending time watching birds, and the changing of the seasons. However, his greatest enjoyment was spending time with his family. Many thought of him as gruff, but those of us who knew him best knew him to be generous, and loving.  He taught me how to work hard and how to look at a thing, and be able to understand how it works.  He bestowed a love of horses to me at a young age. He could tell you anything you wanted to know about a horse, its lineage, its breed, color, etc.  He also imparted a love of the outdoors to me.  The experience of hunting with him every year turned into a love of hiking and hunting out that perfect “shot” (photo). We didn’t always do things the same way, but everything he taught me extended or expanded to a skill or love of my own. Rest in peace Daddy… love you, Emily

The family deeply appreciates the love and care given to Neil by his doctors, Dr. King and Dr. Kraemer; their staff and Evergreen Hospice.