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Cynthia "Cindy" Kitchell (Ahart)

September 13th, 1952 - April 10th, 2007


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Cynthia "Cindy" Dawn Ahart, 54, passed away April 10, 2007, due to complications following an automobile accident. Cindy was born in Vancouver, Washington, on September 13, 1952, to Jim and Arlene Kitchell.

Cindy was born into a faithful family. Her father's life of missionary work took her to Africa, Australia, and eventually Oregon, where she spent the remainder of her childhood.

She graduated high school in 1970 and married Ken Riemenschneider, with whom she had three loving children. He was called to minister in southwest Missouri, and thus Cindy pursued a degree and graduated from Evangel University in 1994.


She loved the outdoors. On a beautiful day, Cindy could be found in her garden, or hiking on her acreage near her spectacular home in Brighton. She enjoyed arts and crafts, and painting various ceramics. She was a gifted writer, poet and pianist. She adored her grandchildren, and loved nothing more than to spend time with her family.

Cindy and Tony were Acting Presidents of the Southwest District of the Missouri Federation of the Square and Round Dance Clubs.

Cindy was preceded in death by her birth mother, Arlene Kitchell. She is survived by her husband of twelve years, Tony Ahart; her three children, Kelly Riemenschneider, his wife Kathryn and children Charlotte and Madeleine of Dallas, Texas, Kandis Duplissie, her husband Andy, and their children Grayson and Ryan Larkin of Kaiserslautern, Germany, and Kris Riemenschneider, his wife Lori and their children Emma and Anna of Springfield, Missouri; her stepson Michael Ahart, his wife Tiffany and their children Cameron and Isabella of Manes, Missouri. She is also survived by her father, Jim Kitchell and stepmother Micky of Boulder City, Nevada; mother Beverlee Kitchell of Corvallis, Oregon; brother Lonnie Kitchell; and sister Brenda Elliot.

Funeral services were held on Saturday, April 14, 2007 in Greenlawn Funeral Home North, Springfield, Missouri. 
 
Source: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=18909128

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From Dick 'n' Clair Horner on June 30th, 2010
Cindy was Clair's Maid of Honor in our wedding June 26, 1971 in Redmond, Oregon. She and Ken Reimenschnieder were married one week later on July 3rd, 1971 in Vancouver, Washington.
 

Charles Clifford Allen

July 6th, 1951 - January 15th, 2007


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Charles Clifford Allen, known to us as Charlie, died on January 15, 2007.  The cause was kidney cancer, which had been diagnosed at an advanced stage after it had spread to other organs. Charlie was born in McMinnville OR and grew up on his family’s dairy farm in Tumalo. He married Wendy Hartmann of the class of 72 on November 28, 1970. Their son Charles Scott Allen was born August 28, 1972.

 

Charlie’s life was characterized by hard work and flexibility, which allowed him to successfully make career changes as Central Oregon’s and the nation’s economy changed. Following high school, Charlie worked at Brooks-Willamette for 1½ years. Despite several promotions, Charlie resigned from the mill to pursue a career which would allow him to work outside.  He drove trucks for Bend Aggregate before shifting to log trucks and logging, the work that he enjoyed most, partly because it allowed him to work in the woods. With some breaks, including a stint in Texarkana, TX in the late 70’s and early 80’s, where he worked on a ranch and remodeled homes, he logged for approximately 20 years.  For much of that time, he worked as an owner/operator.  His logging related work ended with the decline of Oregon’s timber industry. 

 

While working in other trucking jobs, Charlie recognized the need to change to a different line of work.  At age 50, he and Wendy moved to Corvallis.  He excelled at Chemeketa Community College in Salem, obtaining a Building Inspection Technology Associate of Applied Science degree in 2006. Following graduation, the City of Corvallis hired him as a Building Inspector shortly before he was diagnosed with kidney cancer. The diagnosis came after years of attempts to diagnose health problems which first appeared around 2002.

 

Charlie and Wendy, whose honeymoon was a trip to a VFW dance, remained married, proving along with other RHS classmates that high school sweethearts’ marriages can survive and thrive.    Along the way they rode a Harley Davidson motorcycle together and endured the experience of a car accident which left Wendy in a coma for 6 months.  During her hospitalization, Charlie made two significant decisions which enabled their long life together. 

 

Available medical evidence indicated that after three weeks on a respirator Wendy was unlikely to regain significant function and be able to breathe on her own. Three days after Charlie decided to wait “a few more days” before disconnecting the respirator, Wendy began breathing on her own.  Later, the prognosis for Wendy’s recovery was sufficiently pessimistic that Charlie was advised to put her in a home with nursing care. He insisted on trying life at home first.  While the accident’s effects remain -- she walks with a cane, and some activities such as writing, which she had to relearn, require more effort -- she recovered –- dramatically more than anyone predicted.  In Charlie’s words: “She is doing good, but her tennis game is a little off.” Wendy speculates that she recovered because she was at home in familiar surroundings.  The stimulation of being around son Scott, who was three at the time of the accident, was especially helpful. 

 

Wendy currently lives in Forest Grove where she cares for her mother who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. They moved to Forest Grove in September 2008 to be closer to her brother. Son Scott lives in Grande Ronde, Oregon.  He has followed in Charlie’s footsteps, becoming a log truck driver. 

To see pictures of Charlie, click here, or go to the Photo Album section of this site.

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Richard (Rick) Duane Allen

October 18th, 1952 - February 13th, 2010


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What follows comes from the program for Rick's funeral, which contains pictures and more information. It can be accessed by clicking on this link or pasting it into your browser.

www.tinyurl.com/RickAllen

  Rick was born in Eugene,  Oregon, but spent the majority of his youth in Redmond, Oregon.  He  served in the U.S. Coast Guard from 1971-1975.  He traveled to the top  and bottom of the earth, both North and South Pole, on the USS Glacier.   While in the service he befriended a  Christian man who helped Rick  begin his personal relationship with Jesus Christ.  After he was discharged, he then attended Judson Baptist Bible College, where he fell in love and married.  He was blessed with a son, Travis, and a daughter, April.  He was very proud of his children and loved them deeply.

    Rick was a free spirit and loved life.  He enjoyed many things such as baseball, hunting, fishing, camping, wood working, especially building furniture, and his fast Camero.  But his main passion was music.  He played guitar and wrote many popular and gospel songs.  He played many hours of music with his dad and brothers.

   Rick was a journeyman meat cutter and outside electrician.  Heworked as an electrician until 1986 when he was in an auto accident.  As a result of the accident, he suffered a severe head injury and was confined to a wheelchair.

    He faced many challenges over the years, and with the Lord’s help he accepted the changes and experienced contentment in his life.  God blessed him with an inner strength and the ability to enjoy each day.  He was always grateful and openly expressed his thanks for
all the kindness people gave him.

      He lived the last eleven years at the Veteran’s Home in The Dalles.  He and his family appreciated the assistance and care that he received all those years from the nurses and staff.

      Rick is now experiencing the next “Episode” of his life in heaven in the presence of Jesus and with loved ones who have gone before him.

  Rick was preceded in death by his dad,  Gerald Allen, in 2005 and  is survived by his son, Travis Allen (Suzanne), Litchfield Park, AZ; daughter, April Allen (Louie Valdez), Buckeye, AZ; mother, Marcella Allen, Portland; brothers, Gerry Allen (Jelena), Yuma, AZ, Steve Allen (Jacque), Salem;  sister, LloyDell Steinborn, (Egon) Portland; grand-daughters, Elizabeth Allen and Taytum Valdez; four nephews,   three nieces, seven great- nephews, four great-nieces; uncles, aunts and cousins galore, including his dear cousin, Donna Jones, who brought cheerfulness to his heart  throughout the years; and a special friend, Fred McNeil, who Rick spent every day with at the VA Home.

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Robert Ray Barker

October 18th, 1952 - May 7th, 2003


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Robert Ray Barker died on May 7, 2003 in Seattle’s Harbor View Hospital.  He had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer in Anchorage AK a few months earlier. With the help of his brother Bill and sister Barbara Arnett, Ray was in the process of moving his wife Elaine back to Bend, Oregon so that Elaine would be near her mother after his death.

 

Robert Ray, known to us as Bob at RHS, started to use his middle name Ray in his mid 30’s.  Following graduation, he worked at a lumber mill in Bend for a short time before going to Phagan Beauty School where he met his wife Elaine Johnson, a 1971 graduate of Bend High School.  After their Feburary 17, 1973 wedding, they honeymooned on the East Coast for 3 months, working sporadically to support the trip.  After they returned to Central Oregon, Ray worked as a hairdresser at shops in Bend, before opening his own shop, Rays of Hair in Redmond.  During this time, he felt the call of the Lord and became a Christian.  He also built a cabin in the Whispering Pine subdivision between Bend and Redmond.

 

Then, in his sister’s words came “the call of the north.” He and Elaine loaded what they could into a pickup with a canopy and headed north to Alaska.  They lived in Anchorage and managed the Mountain View Apartments for 8 years until 2001.  After finding a perfect spot for a cabin by Squirrel Creek in Tonsina, AK, 80 miles north of Valdez, they "retired" from apartment managing. Ray once again built a cabin, with many special touches of carving.

 

In 2003, Ray went in for a checkup and learned he had Esophageal Cancer.  He was 50 years old.  His Christian faith shone as he spent weeks in the Anchorage Hospital sharing his faith with other cancer patients, before concluding that he needed to move Elaine back to Bend. Barbara and Bill flew to Anchorage one day after Ray called, rented the biggest truck available in Anchorage, and loaded it with everything to that would fit, including a substantial amount of medical equipment for Ray. They had been on the road 7 days when they reached Seattle.  Feeling much weaker, Ray checked himself into a hospital and died that night.

 

Reinforcing Ray’s interesting and varied life, Elaine said the one thing she wanted everyone to know about Ray was that he was not afraid to follow his dreams.

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Terry D. Lindsay

September 20th, 1952 - August 6th, 1996



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The Obituary published by the Wyoming State Journal, other articles about Terry's death, and pictures of Terry can be found by clicking here, or by going to the Photo Albums portion of this website.

What follows is a personal account that adds details that I suspect others will be interested in.  Joel Cannon

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           Terry Lindsay died on August 6, 1996. He was fishing a mountain stream with his sons and extended family in the Bighorn Mountains near his home in Lander, Wyoming. He slipped off a ledge, fell into a large whirlpool,  and disappeared under the water shortly afterward, apparently sucked down by a current that drained through boulders at the pool’s bottom.   

A search party abandoned their search for Terry three days later, having found nothing but a flashlight, a water bottle, and a water filter from Terry’s backpack. As far as I know his body has not been found. Perhaps not surprising to those of us who knew Terry, a memorial service held four days later in the high school gymnasium drew over 600 people to celebrate his life and grieve his death.


Reminders of Terry remain in Lander where he taught art to elementary students at North Elementary School.  In addition to the murals on the walls of the school that he designed and set up for his students to paint, he initiated an art project in 1994 in which the top students of each graduating 6th grade class worked with him on designing and sculpting a bronze statue.  He had completed three sculptures: a life-sized eagle; a fox; and a trout. After Terry died, friends completed a fourth sculpture of Terry’s hands holding two books, created from a cast of his hands made 2 years earlier.  The Lander community installed the four sculptures according to Terry’s plan, creating the “Terry Lindsay Memorial” in 1998, a peaceful, inviting, outdoor garden.  I have copied an email from his son Cabe below. It gives more detail. 

How did Terry get to Lander? Following high school, Terry attended COCC, Southern Oregon College, and the University of Oregon obtaining Bachelor’s degrees in Art and Fine Arts.  He later obtained a master’s degree from the University of Wyoming. University of Oregon’s art department thought so much of his talent that they paid for him to travel to New York City to view great artists’ original works.


In addition to the artistic benefits, the trip provided far too many good stories about what can happen when a boy from rural Oregon visits New York City.  To give a hint, within minutes of checking in to the inexpensive accommodations of the New York City YMCA (not a wise choice!), someone tried to enter through brother Rob’s 5th floor window and Terry was propositioned in the men’s room. Terry, and probably many Redmond natives, was more like me than I realized. When I had visited Washington D.C. for the first time about 4 months earlier, I had carefully put most of the money from my billfold in my sock, figuring that a mugger would not look there. I felt less confident about my strategy when Terry described in detail how you should leave $20 “hit money” in your wallet to satisfy the mugger, and put the rest in your sock.  East Coast criminals likely knew about Western visitors’ habit of hiding money in their socks.


Following graduation, Terry moved back to Redmond, forsaking his professors’ encouragement to move to a big city such as San Francisco to develop his artistic talents.  Despite his love for art, he preferred a rural environment. He worked in construction in Central Oregon, married Dawn Fischer of the Class of 73 in 1978, and moved with Dawn to La Grande to earn an elementary education degree at Eastern Oregon State College. After teaching art in an elementary school for several years in La Grande, Terry accepted a position at North Elementary School in Lander Wyoming, where he taught until he died.

 

Terry passed the creative urge to his sons Cabe and Jordan, who also seem to have benefitted from their mother’s musical talent.  Cabe is a visual artist and musician, currently pursuing a masters degree in advertising at University of Texas in Austin TX.  Check out his website http://optimisticrealism.com to get a sense for him, his talents and to see some pictures of him that I think will remind you of Terry.  Focused more on music than visual art, Jordan lives near Charlottesville, VA.  Dawn and Terry were divorced shortly before Terry’s death. She lives in the Denver area.

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What follows is an excerpt of an email from Terry Lindsay's son Cabe, describing Terry's work, some of which became the "Terry Lindsay Memorial." I have added it because it provides more details concerning Terry's work, some of which became the memorial. It starts with Cabe quoting the Principal of Terry's elementary school:

Hi Joel,

...The principal  Dennis Oman  wrote, “No one at North has forgotten your dad; his memory and presence is still felt daily in our building.”

There are lots of reminders there at the school. Inside, the walls are
decorated in murals that he designed and setup for students to paint:
giant dinosaurs, whales, a tiger... He used after school art projects
as an incentive for kids to work hard and do well in his classes – if
the kids showed their effort, then they were rewarded with
opportunities to participate in the large-scale artworks: murals, set
designs for stage performances, sculptures, etc. His school was
situated in a low-income area, and these artistic endeavors were
valued for occupying the kids with positive after school activities,
as well as sprucing the otherwise ordinary, modest surroundings.

For example, he applied for a grant and received funding for a project
that allowed the top students of each graduating class of 6th graders
to work together on designing and sculpting a bronze statue, under his
direction, to be displayed and preserved at the school. This project
was launched in 1994 . That year, the students created a life-size
eagle sculpture, with realistic resemblance and hand-crafted stylizing
– my dad’s forte. This was the style of subsequent statues as well.
Next, they designed a fox; my brother Jordan participated in this one,
as a 6th grader. The third year, they created a rainbow trout. These
sculptures represented earth, sky, and water, and the fourth sculpture
was yet to be decided. My dad drowned before seeing the bronzed trout,
and the fourth sculpture was determined in his absence: my dad’s hands
holding two books – this was molded from a paper mache cast that had
been made several years in advance, featuring my dad’s actual hands –
wedding ring and all.

In my dad’s plans, the sculptures were to be mounted on pillars at
four sides of a square, surrounding a tree, with seat benches in
between the pillars. I helped to build the wooden benches. The “Terry
Lindsay Memorial” was completed in 1998. Creating it was a community
effort. My dad conceived it and led its production efforts, and then
his students, co-workers, friends, and family, and city as a whole
helped to complete it.

So, that’s the story about the memorial. It is a wonderful thing –
situated right next to my dad’s classroom at the school. Jordan is
going to try and find a picture and article for you, and he reminded
me that he sent me some old VHS tapes with aerial footage of some of
the artwork around the school. Tomorrow, I am going to try and have
the tapes digitized, so I can share it. Hoping to see and share some
interesting video clips (I haven’t even seen the contents of these
tapes yet). :) Yay!

All my best,

Cabe

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Frank W. Lowe

April 14th, 1952 - April 9th, 1983


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Charles Edward Morris

May 6th, 1952 - August 13th, 1989


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Charlie Morris died on August 13, 1989 in the Roseburg Oregon Veterans Administration Hospital of Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD), a progressive disease that was first diagnosed following a 1981 automobile accident in which his vehicle went through the guard rail at Cline Falls. (See the Redmond Spokesman article about the accident and pictures by clicking here)

Following high school, Charlie enrolled in the University of Idaho’s School of Music with the help of a scholarship he received for his talent with the trombone.  He left the U of I after one year, eventually enlisted in the Army in January 1973 shortly before the Vietnamese peace accord was announced, and was assigned to duty as a tank driver in Germany.  While in Germany, Charlie sustained a concussion, which doctors speculated was a cause for schizophrenia, a condition that was diagnosed shortly afterward. Charlie received an honorable discharge in December of 1973.  In the words of one his brothers, “When Charlie got out of the service, he was never the same person.”

Schizophrenia remained a challenge.  His biggest challenge was finding friends who were trust worthy and not just there for his monthly checks. Through it all, Charlie maintained the generosity, the over the top sense of humor, and the adventurous spirit that characterized his earlier years.  

Motorcycle drag racing was one of his passions, for which he collected several first place trophies at the Eugene Drag Strip.  Another passion was tattoos, where Charlie was ahead of the curve. According to brother Dave, Charlie had tattoos over most his body, but unlike many whose tattoos give a helter skelter sensation, Charlie from the beginning “had a master plan to make all the tattoos into one large mural.”

Charlie also remained connected to his family. Charlie wanted to start his own family but that would never be realized. Although he never had his own children, he was a proud Uncle to his nephew and nieces, looking forward to any and all visits. The holidays were always interesting as Charlie would entertain us with one of his many inappropriate jokes during dinner with everyone at the table.

Charlie married twice, the first a forgettable short lived part of his life that ended not long after the wreck at Cline Falls. The second time to a lady we only remember as Virginia. Not a fair tribute to a lady who really was a great friend to Charlie as well as his wife. She was able to filter out the strangeness and see the man inside. Together, they started looking forward to a future together. Sadly, this all started taking shape in Charlie’s final 5 years.

To be sure, Charlie left us too soon. We will end this with a story about Charlie from his brother Dave that speaks to Charlie’s, I’m going to try it and we’ll see how it works out attitude.

Charlie had taken driven his bike up to Portland and admitted himself to the Veterans hospital. He was put on new meds and the hospital staff didn’t want him riding his bike, so Roger and I took the camp trailer to pick up Charlie’s motorcycle. The trailer was the same black International pickup bed trailer we used as a camp trailer when we lived in Redmond. We set up a ramp in the trailer and we were preparing to push the motorcycle up the ramp when Charlie said that he would drive the bike up the ramp into the trailer. Well… Charlie hit the ramp and gunned it. The motorcycle with Charlie still on the back nearly cleared the trailer. His bike caught on the last few inches of the front of the trailer causing Charlie and his bike to come crashing down inside the trailer. Charlie wasn’t hurt and we were laughing so hard it hurt.

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Sally Muriel Tyson (Orr)

August 16th, 1952 - July 9th, 1993


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Sally Muriel Tyson Orr passed away in the early morning hours at her Anchorage hillside home on July 9, 1993, of cancer.  Born in Bend, Oregon, on August 16, 1952, she moved with her family to Redmond, Oregon when very young.

She was an outstanding scholar, a member of the National Honor Society and an Honor Roll student throughout high school.  She was head drum majorette and taught baton lessons to younger children.  In addition to her early honors, she was Honored Queen of Job’s Daughters.  Sally was active in many civic activities in her early growing up years.

Starting in 1970, she attended Oregon State University and was a member Gamma Phi Beta Sorority.  Her college education was interrupted by her marriage to then 2nd Lt. David W. Orr, USMCR, of Prineville, Oregon, on July 14, 1973.  After several years on active duty with the U.S. Marines in Camp LeJeune, N.C., the couple returned to Corvallis, Oregon, where Sally was able to complete her degree in Business Management in June 1976. 

Shortly thereafter, Sally joined her husband in Anchorage, Alaska.  She became employed with British Petroleum, Alaska in November, 1976, and worked there for over 10 years.

In 1986, Sally and Dave were blessed with two children, Tammy C. (age 2 ½ ) and Crystal C. (age 8 months), from Makpo, South Korea.  At that time she retired from B.P. to move with her husband and daughters to the Naval War college in Newport, Rhode Island, where she was instrumental in raising her family and critiquing her husband’s scholastic work.

The family returned to Anchorage in late 1987.  Sally became active with the Bear Valley PTA, St. John’s Methodist Church, and she continued to work on contract with B.P. Exploration (Alaska) during the school years.

Her real pride was her children; she was a loving mother and friend.  She enjoyed helping with the Brownie and Girl Scout programs, and was active in school volunteer programs.

Her other interest was the U.S Marine Corps Reserve family.  A great patriot and supporter of the USMCR, she helped many Marines and their families in Alaska during the better part of 17 years.

During the last year of her life, she worked hard to foster good relations with Murmansk, Russia, and Alaska to open the Northeast Sea Route through the Arctic Ocean for commerce between the west coast of North America and Europe.  As a measure of her accomplishments, close friends in Murmansk, among the first to learn of her passing, lit candles in the Russian Orthodox Church in Murmansk within a few hours following her death.

At the time of her death, she was preceded by her father, William (Bill) Frank Tyson.  She was survived by her husband David, daughters Tammy and Crystal, and her mother Constance Evelyn Tyson of Redmond, Oregon.  She was also survived by her sisters Gwen Wassom, Gail Tyson, brother Bruce Tyson, grandparents Gladys and Elmer Francis, Aunt Joyce and Uncle Richard Miller, and several nieces and nephews.

A service was held in Anchorage on July 14, 1993, and another days later in Redmond.  Sally was laid to rest at the Redmond Memorial Cemetery.  



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From Linda Parker-Bunch on July 28th, 2010
Sally was a lovely woman both inside and out. She was a loving and dedicated wife and mother. She is missed by all of us who had the privilege of knowing her and calling her our friend.
 
From Arlene Beckwith/Putnam on August 11th, 2010
I think of Sally just about every day.  I think she was the nicest person I've  ever met and I miss her dearly.  Every year on Memorial day I visit her grave and bring her some peonies that grow in my garden.  I will never forget her as long as I live.
 

Beverly Lynn Bowman (Samson)

June 30th, 2014 - January 26th, 2014

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Beverly Lynn Samson was born June 30, 1952 in Portland, Oregon to Harold and Alice Bowman. She was the youngest of one sister Jeanette, and two brothers, Robert and Phillip. Bev spent her early childhood years in Portland and St. Helens before moving to Central Oregon. She graduated from Madras High School in 1970 and continued her education at Central Oregon Community College.

Bev met her future husband, David Samson, while a junior in high school. They were Married August 7th, 1971. The couple settled in Culver, where they raised 5 daughters. Bev worked as a teacher's assistant for the Madras School District, the Madras extension office, then later for the family business, Allen Electric, as the office manager for more than 15 years.
Bev enjoyed going to the beach, crocheting, spending time outdoors, her beagle, Desi, and most importantly spending time with all of her family, which was the most important thing in her life.

On January 26th Bev passed away peacefully with her husband by her side at St. Charles Medical Center in Bend.
Survivors include her husband of 42 years, David Samson of Culver, her daughters, Kristin Leisek of Redmond, Shauna Hastings of Independence, Michelle Samson of Culver, Ashley Gallant of Madras, Nicole Samson of Madras and 10 grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents and grandson Tyson James Gallant.

Memorial Services were held February 1st at The United Methodist Church in Madras. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to Wendy's Wish in care of St. Charles Medical Center in the name of Beverly Samson.
 

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Donald Allen Wainwright


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Patrick Hale Wells

March 18th, 1952 - -


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