Below please find those CRMS friends we have lost since January 2017. We have included obituaries when available. To share additional information please contact Tim O'Keefe, Alumni and Parent Relations Manager.
April 29, 1925- October 27, 2020
Wes Horner passed away in Bozeman, Montana on October 27. He was 95.
Wes grew up in Roanoke in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, and spent his summers on the family cotton farm in Georgia. After overcoming polio as a child, he lived by the motto, “When you have your health, you have everything.” After his recovery, he became an accomplished rock climber, and he loved hiking, bicycling and cross-country skiing. He was very disciplined, stretched every morning, and remained extremely active throughout his life.
Wes was a Naval officer in World War II, and then got his master’s degree in Geology from C.U. Boulder where he was also a mountain guide for the Recreation Department. Wes worked as a geologist for a few years before becoming a high school science teacher. His teaching jobs took his family from the Fountain Valley School near Colorado Springs, to the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, to The International School of Brussels, to Santa Fe Preparatory School in New Mexico, along with other places.
Wes taught Chemistry and Physics at CRMS in the 1960s. He also set up and taught the school’s first blacksmithing program as an evening activity, led many student camping trips, and had a wonderful lifelong community of friends among the faculty and students.
Wes instilled a love of the outdoors and creativity in his three daughters. He was very inventive and loved working with his hands. Whether he was splitting wood, blacksmithing, building furniture, or playing his harmonica, he was bold and delightfully childlike in his approach. He wasn’t afraid of making mistakes or looking foolish- he knew that it was all part of the learning process.
Wes had a very active mind and studied Zen Buddhism. He loved to read- especially anything to do with science. He had zero tolerance for ignorance, cheating or laziness and was fiercely protective of the environment. Wes loved the finer things in life like great food and wine, beautiful scenery, and stimulating conversations with friends. Wes believed that we should make the most of our lives for the short time that we are here.
Wes was preceded in death by his wife of 50 years, Virginia Vance (V.V.) Horner. Wes is survived by his five grandchildren, one great grandson, three son-in-laws, two grandson-in-laws, and his three daughters- Cindy Kahn of Santa Fe, NM, Sally O’Neill of Bozeman, MT, and Pam Porter of Carbondale, CO.
Wes will be remembered for his strength, honesty, creativity, courage, humor, kindness and his great love of rocks and the mountains. There will be a memorial service next summer in Carbondale, Colorado. Wes loved Canyonlands and donations in his memory may be made to the Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance.
June 4, 1997 - August 27, 2020
Junki Yamakawa, a 23-year-old student at Montana State University in Bozeman, MT, passed away on August 27, 2020 in Missoula, MT as a result of an accidental collision and head injury.
Junki is survived by his parents, Go and Emi Yamakawa, and his two older brothers, Kento and Yu Yamakawa all of Kyoto Japan.
Junki’s shining personality, his gentle smile and humor, his mastery of drums and keyboards and his loyalty as a friend and loving son will truly be missed by all who knew him.
Junki Yamakawa was born June 4, 1997 in Kyoto, Japan. As a child, his family affectionately called him JunJun. Growing up, Junki loved ice cream, liked to play video games and as many people do, he loved hotsprings.
He began to play music on the keyboards at age 3. His family are all musicians and so he grew up playing music all the time. He also was an excellent golfer and won many tournaments as a child and teen. J
unki’s father studied in high school and college in the USA, so he asked Junki if he wanted to come here. He said yes, and at age 17, Junki moved to Carbondale, Colorado, where he entered school as a sophomore at Colorado Rocky Mountain School (CRMS).
He barely knew any English when he moved to Colorado, but despite that fact, he made many good friends even in the beginning. At CRMS he began mountain biking, climbing and skiing. He particularly liked one of the art offerings at CRMS, blacksmithing. He was a well-loved drummer and keyboardist in the music program, and had many amazing performances on the stage in the CRMS Barn, both solo and with various bands.
As a senior, Junki traveled with Robin Greenfield to London for their senior project, where they did an internship in a music recording studio. In 2017 he graduated from CRMS and began college that fall at Montana State University in Bozeman, Montana. He and Robin became freshman roommates in Roskie Hall and Junki began his studies in Mechanical Engineering. He achieved a scholarship at MSU and he was known to be “wicked smart.” Junki continued to play music and enjoy outdoor sports as a college student.
The house that he shared with Robin and Mitchell Burger was full of musical instruments, speakers and sound equipment. Jam sessions with his roommates and his large network of friends happened just about every day. He worked in the Office of International Programs at MSU 2019-2020 and also did gardening work with his friend Ty Moulton. Junki, with his positive outlook on life, his smile, and his genuine love for the people around him, will be deeply missed.
A service for friends and family will be held at 4:00 P.M. (Mountain Time) on Thursday September 3, 2020, at Dokken-Nelson Funeral Service in Bozeman, MT. Doors open at 3:30 P.M. T
he service will also be live streamed at the link included on this page. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_EtLpGEFR4
November 5, 1935 - July 18, 2020
Our beloved Ken Hause passed away peacefully on July 18, 2020 at 12:32 pm at the age of eighty-five. He lived a bold and beautiful life as an artist, an adventurer, a teacher, a family man, and as a wise old friend. He taught high school math, world religion and humanities at both the Colorado Rocky Mountain School (CRMS) and Albuquerque Academy for several decades. He loved being a teacher and our minds have been made more curious by his thoughts. He loved his students (and we were all his students). If you asked him about his greatest accomplishment, it was always an anecdote on how he helped make a single student become a better person through his teaching. Art was also his greatest passion and our imaginations have been illuminated by his museum full of wood carvings, totems, statues, altars and paintings. Since he retired, he has spent most of his time with a paint brush doing plein air watercolor. He painted the world as he saw it with big blue skies and soft gentle horizons. Today he settled into that horizon as gentle as the last stroke of his brush and invites us, as any good teacher would, to look a bit further but, do so, with passion and grace.
- Eric Hause
It's hard to encapsulate Ken, because he was seemingly larger than life, physically, mentally, and spiritually. He was forever sharing observations and ideas as if he had just discovered them, and was excited to pass them on to others, whether a friend, a student, or a large group. And Ken's ideas and observations always seemed to be grounded in the very heart of things, and also to suggest how to live more fully, more openly, more fundamentally. Ken faced life with curiosity and courage and originality, qualities I'm sure he practiced to the end. I know he will be missed across many time zones, by many whose lives he enriched.
- Dutton Foster
May 1, 1943 – July 4, 2020
Rosamond Turnbull died peacefully at her home in Carbondale, CO on Saturday July 4th, 2020. She was 77. Roz was born on May 1, 1943 in Glenwood Springs, CO. She is a descendent of both the Brown and Perry families who have deep historical roots in Colorado. Her maternal grandfather, DRC Brown, was one of the original pioneers who helped establish the town of Aspen, CO and her paternal grandmother, Rosamond Underwood Perry (for whom she was named), was a Smith College graduate who came west as a schoolteacher at the Elkhead Schoolhouse near Hayden, CO. Her parents, Robert Perry and Ruth Brown Perry, were lifelong residents of the Roaring Fork Valley and stalwarts of the local ranching community. Roz attended CRMS and graduated from Colorado College in 1965. A year later she married Thomas R. Turnbull (Tom) and together they started their life of ranching and raising a family. They spent over 50 years devoted to raising cattle and caring for the land, as well as becoming an integral part of the fabric of the local community. Roz was a lovely person who touched many hearts. Her warmth and kindness enriched the lives of both family and friends. She was a constant source of love and encouragement and always strived to find the best in people and the positive in life. She enjoyed gardening, reading, drawing, and was an exceptional cook. Many people enjoyed sitting at her table near an old cookstove, savoring a delicious meal and thoughtful conversation. She naturally drew people together with her inclusive and accepting nature. She is survived by her husband, Tom and her four children: Catherine (Katie), Thomas M (Mat) and Pamela, Amy Turnbull and Finlay Anderson, Timothy (Tim) and Madeleine, as well as 8 wonderful grandchildren: Emily Barron, Duncan, Bruce, and MacAlister Turnbull, Lewis and Perrin Anderson, and Emma and Elizabeth (Ellie) Turnbull. A private memorial and burial service will be held for immediate family. In lieu of flowers, contributions in memory of Roz can be sent to HomeCare & Hospice of the Valley (www.hchotv.org) or NW Youth for Christ (www.nwcyfc.org).
November 17, 1955 - June 15th, 2020
Susanna Block was a life force. Born into a big Seattle family with four older brothers and eventually a younger sister, she always blazed her own trail. A trail that took her into the Cascades, the Rockies, Boston, Boulder, Nepal, Mexico, Alaska, Africa, and much of the world.
Susanna was a deeply devoted friend who, even with her famously stubborn streak, was always there for anyone needing help, support, love, or a good meal. Having lost her mother, Dorothy Wolens, at the age of five, Susanna adopted a strong self-reliance. While attending Colorado Rocky Mountain School---a boarding school in Carbondale she discovered a tribe of lifelong friends and a passion for exploring the west on long school camping trips. Susanna initially attended Emerson College in the heart of Boston---a disaster for a woman whose heart and soul were in the out-of-doors. She quickly transferred to the University of Colorado at Boulder, where she was back home.
Susanna met her future and former husband, Perry Conway, during a summer working in an outdoor/nature program in Manhattan, Kansas. Perry, aka The Bird Man, moved to Colorado with his many animals in tow (an eagle, owl, raccoons, prairie dogs, snakes, and Leroy the alligator.) After earning a degree in Anthropology, Susanna soon became a road warrior, traveling to art fairs throughout the country to sell Perry’s impressive nature and wildlife photographs. She would pack everything into her small pickup and be gone for weeks at a time. After her children Matt and Dana were born, she brought them along on her adventures.
Later, Susanna spent a decade running a café in the Boulder Public Library, Espress-Oh!, where she became a local fixture. Susanna’s warm, outgoing nature made her everybody’s pal. She went on to open The Dairy, a bar/café in The Boulder Performing Arts Center, with her dear friend and longtime roommate Julia Wrapp. After several years, Susanna had had enough of the hard work of the food service business. She then did stints working for the Boulder County DA and in a mortgage office.
Over 20 years ago, Susanna was diagnosed with breast cancer---something she found more of an inconvenience than a serious obstacle to living a full life. She continued to travel and explore---including an extended trek in Nepal and a later trip to Ecuador with Matt to join Dana, who had moved there for over a year to volunteer with a community outside of Quito. She developed a passion for fly fishing, which she continued throughout the rest of her life. Eventually, Susanna discovered what would become her favorite, magical place---Holbox Island, on the far northeast corner of Mexico. On this picturesque little island, Sus became fast friends with the locals. She frequently returned, including an epic 60th birthday with her kids and siblings.
Even after her cancer metastasized, Susanna carried on valiantly for over a decade with stage-four cancer. She hated pink ribbons and survivor rhetoric---“I am not a survivor, I am a Warrior!” she’d proudly announce. Susanna moved from Boulder to Denver six years ago, in large part to be closer to her two kids. Once she arrived in her new community of Five Points, Susanna created a neighborhood summer block party devoting tireless hours helping with food, music and organization to make it a huge success every summer. Susanna’s annual Hanukkah party was another joyous tradition she took great pleasure in which included Dana and Matt’s closest friends. She loved watching Dana’s remarkable hard work and success as she became a dental hygienist and entrepreneur---and Matt’s impressive sales chops in business with a focus on real estate. Dana’s wedding to Dustin Schmitt three years ago was a magical moment and a true highlight of her life.
In late 2018, on a trip to rural Baja, she met Shaman Saul. Susanna embraced this special spiritual relationship, developing a profound connection with Saul. Saul sent her sage and incense that remained at her bedside throughout her final weeks. Susanna was focused not only on living a full life but also having a great end of life. Her wish was granted these final weeks thanks to the inspiring dedication and compassion of Matt and Dana and with a special shout-out to her remarkable hospice nurse Jennifer. Susanna was in her home, surrounded by love and her dear alley cat Sox. If there was ever a beautiful death, Susanna experienced it when she passed away peacefully and painlessly Monday morning, June 15.
Susanna is survived by her son Matthew Brooks Conway, her daughter, Dana Mara Conway (husband Dustin Richard Schmitt) and her siblings: Jonathan Wolens, Daniel Jackson, Kenan Samuel, Mary Judith, and step-siblings: Tamara April, Christina Lynn, Melinda Mary, and Newton Edward Moats. She was preceded in death by her brother Adam Parker, her parents, Robert Jackson and Dorothy Wolens, and step-mother Mary Lou Moats.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to a www.indifly.org: This remarkable nonprofit empowers indigenous communities to own and operate fly fishing ecotourism businesses.
February 16, 1964 - May 2, 2020
Now that you have finished your brave fight against ovarian cancer and left us only the memory of 56 years of your life, we tearfully must say goodbye.
You started life fighting to breathe in a hospital incubator and ended it fighting to hold on to life in a hospital bed at home. As in everything you did, you did it your way and refused to fall in line with the accepted procedure or conventional expectations.
You were one of those rare individuals who loved and took the time to fully appreciate the wonders of nature. Watching the moon rise and hiking in the forest as nature displayed the beauties of every season were, for you, a constant joy.
You loved animals, especially your dogs, Jasmine, Chelsea, and Chelsea’s puppies, Simba and Nala. The two of us together, with our dogs, enjoyed many years of wonderful outings talking about the ups and downs of our brief lives.
And you were a wonderful and incredibly gifted musician. The conventional musical world was yours for the asking. You were a teenage prodigy on the clarinet and had the good fortune to study with the first-chair clarinet players of the Philadelphia, Los Angeles, and Denver orchestras.
However, alas, you fell in love with Rock and Roll and switched to alto and tenor saxophones, playing in local groups. You also had a very nice voice and played guitar and piano quite well.
You were an excellent double-diamond skier and ski instructor at Snowmass and later at Sunlight. Contrary to expectations, you recovered enough, after your first chemotherapy and unconventional non-western medicine treatment, to teach the entire 2018-2019 season at Sunlight without missing a day, and you were named “employee of the year.”
Your courage and determination to remain positive and enjoy what was left of your life during the last eight months of your life spent in bed showed incredible courage and strength of character.
You will be missed by your sister, Wendy Ann Boland, your brother-in-law, James Andrew Roman, your nephew, Paul Clay Roman, your niece, Briana Jaye Boland, and your fellow impractical musician, philosophical hiking companion, and loving father, Clay Boland Jr.
- March 13, 1933 - March 11, 2020
Edward “Ned” Searles Rowland died peacefully on March 11, 2020, just two days shy of his 87th birthday.
Born in 1933 in Cambridge to the late Benjamin Allen Rowland and Sara Briggs Rowland Bolton, he grew up on the Searles estate “Pine Lodge” in Methuen.
Ned attended Phillips Andover Academy and graduated from Brown University in 1954.
After serving in the army for two years, Ned moved to Carbondale, Colo., where he taught at the Colorado Rocky Mountain School.
A year later, Ned returned to Boston to join Estabrook and Company, which would begin a career in the investment business that spanned six decades.
Ned is survived by his wife of 61 years, Susie, and children Stephen and his wife, Frances, of Westport, Conn.; Julie and her husband, Eric Breitenberger, of Fairbanks, Alaska; daughter-in-law Peggy Rowland; and five grandchildren: Ned, Molly, Sally, Charlotte, and Stephen Jr.
Ned was predeceased by his beloved eldest son, Edward Searles Rowland Jr., in 2014.
Ned is also survived by brother Daniel B. Rowland of Lexington, Ky., and sister Mary Allen Swedlund of Deerfield; and half-brother Rodney D. Rowland of New Castle, N.H.
He was predeceased by brother Benjamin Allen (Barry) Rowland Jr. of Marblehead and brother George B. (Robin) Rowland of Escondido, Calif.
Ned was an avid sailor and spent nearly all his summers on Cape Cod in Osterville.
A member of the Wianno Yacht Club and former commodore, Ned would later become a member of the Cruising Club of America, where he would serve as commodore from 2005 to 2007.
In 1971, Ned joined the board of trustees at The Pingree School in Hamilton, and later became chairman.
A staunch supporter of the ice hockey team, Ned was inducted into Pingree’s Athletic Hall of Fame in his capacity as a big fan.
A memorial service is being planned for the summer of 2020. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Ned’s memory to The Pingree School, 537 Highland Street, South Hamilton, MA 10982.
March 9, 1926 - February 17, 2020
Barbara Frances Morris Snobble, worldwide traveler, devoted teacher, avid jazz fan, and much-loved mother and grandmother, died Feb. 17, 2020, in Niceville, Florida. She was 93.
Barbara was born March 9, 1926, in Cleveland, Ohio, to Robert H. and Marie Morris. She grew up in Highland Park, Illinois and spent childhood summers on the farm in Kansas. She graduated from Vassar College, New York, in June 1946, where she studied history, Greek and Russian. She married John “Jack” Snobble (in ski gear!) on March 27, 1947, in Aspen, Colorado. They lived in Europe, Washington, D.C., and Colorado, where they raised four daughters and were married nearly 50 years. Jack Snobble died in 1996.
Barbara spent childhood summers on a farm, and later raised ducks and peacocks. She also loved Benny Goodman and Coleman Hawkins; as a teen she snuck into Chicago jazz clubs and danced to Big Bands with friends. Barbara was a dedicated student of history; at 18, she joined the Daughters of the American Revolution and remained an active member most of her life. She was also a founding member of the Roaring Fork chapter of the Colorado Archaeological Society and traveled extensively in the 4 Corners area.
She taught Latin, comparative religion and history at Colorado Rocky Mountain School from 1955 to 1969. She and Jack Snobble instigated Spring Trip at CRMS. The first week in May the Whole school explored the 4 Corners area of the Southwest with their car leading the way. In 1971 she began teaching Nature Writers at Colorado Mountain College until 1984, when she became the librarian at Gordon Cooper Library in Carbondale, Colorado. She retired from the library in 1992 or so.
Barbara loved to travel. After she and Jack married, they spent three years living in and traveling through Europe. While there, she began collecting dolls, a hobby she continued most of her life. During the summer of 1965, she traveled through Greece, Yugoslavia and Turkey; every two weeks, she sent home boxes of dolls to her children. Later, she visited Syria and Egypt and led a six-week study tour through Yucatan in 1974. In 1987, she traveled to China, her lifelong dream.
Barbara enjoyed the theater and performed with the Carbondale Light Opera Company in the 1970s and 1980s. She also loved to read, garden, and collect souvenirs from her travels. She became engaged to Richard “Dick” Allenby in 2003, a childhood friend of hers and college roommate of Jack Snobble. After living for decades in Carbondale, Colorado she and Dick moved to Florida to be closer to her daughter, Cristi. He died in 2017 in Florida.
Barbara is survived by her four daughters, Cori Snobble and John Montgomery, Casi and Kerry Miller, Conne and Jim Bazley, and Cristi and Tim Perry. Dick Allenby’s sons Braden and Carolyn Allenby, Kent and Patrice Allenby, and Peter and Julie Allenby. She had seven grandchildren and their spouses and eight great-grandchildren.
June 22, 1967 - February 17, 2020
Charles Martin Leake passed away on February 17, 2020, as a result of a hit and run automobile accident in Denver, Colorado. Born in San Antonio, Texas, on June 22, 1967, he never knew a stranger-his contagious smile and intense love for family and friends will be remembered forever. He loved the outdoors; and as a boy he enjoyed many happy times at Leakewood, a family vacation home in Rockport, Texas, where fishing, crabbing, and sailing were perfect fits for his fun-loving, adventuresome spirit. He attended Alamo Heights High School, graduated from the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, Colorado, and earned his BA degree at Western State University in Gunnison, Colorado. He was a veteran of the U.S. Marine Corps, worked in the mortgage industry, and established several start-up businesses. The mountains and streams of Colorado provided an ideal setting for an active life well-lived, a place where he mixed work with the fun of fly-fishing, skiing, and golf. He was happiest when spending time with his fifteen-year-old son, teaching him to hunt and fish in Colorado and Texas, sharing both nature and nurture with "Little Charlie." He is survived by his son, Charles Leake Hayworth; brother Clint M. Leake (Maria); sister Margaret Leake Gunn (Sean); nephew, Curtis Mason Gunn; niece, Ella Grace Gunn; and aunt, Mary Margaret Mueller, all of San Antonio; and by legions of wonderful friends. His parents, Clint Murchison Leake and Priscilla Mueller Atherton, preceded him in death.
The family would like to thank the Reverend Beth Knowlton of St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Debbie Chesney, Porter Loring, and countless other friends and family members who have provided support during this difficult time. For those wishing to make memorial contributions, the family suggests The First Tee of San Antonio, St. Mark's Episcopal Church, or a charity of choice.
A memorial service will be held on Saturday, February 22, 2020 at 4:00 PM at St. Mark's Episcopal Church, 315 East Pecan Street, San Antonio, Texas, 78205.
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August 4, 1956 - November 10, 2019
Born August 4, 1956, passed away peacefully November 10th, 2019. A special thanks to all those friends and staff of Hospice of the Valley that helped her make this transition. A spreading of her ashes will be scheduled at a later date.
September 6, 1937 — September 13, 2019
SCARBOROUGH – Lewis P. Cabot, collector, businessman and manufacturing executive, died on Friday, September 13th in Scarborough, Maine. He was 82. The cause of death was complications from diabetes. He was a resident of Bonita Springs, Fla. and a former resident of Harpswell, Maine and Boston, Mass.
Mr. Cabot was passionate about art and sculpture and an avid collector. He was an important supporter of artists, with a particular interest in Color Field Painting and modernist constructed sculpture. He was a founding trustee of Storm King Art Center in New Windsor, New York, where he introduced founder Ralph Ogden to the work of sculptor David Smith and encouraged Ogden to acquire seven prominent Smith sculptures for the collection, and a proponent of contemporary art in Boston during the 1960s. He was a trustee of several art museums, including Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts from 1966 to 1990. He advocated for the creation of a department of contemporary art at the MFA, which was a controversial position in Boston at the time. His circle included critics and curators such as Clement Greenberg, Kenworth Moffett, Michael Fried, Charles Millard, Karen Wilkin, and André Emmerich. He enjoyed lifelong friendships with many artists and fellow collectors, including Sir Anthony Caro, Tim Scott, Kenneth Noland, Jules Olitski, Helen Frankenthaler, Darryl Hughto, Susan Roth, Ruud Kuijer, James Wolfe, J. Welles Henderson, and David Mirvish.
Mr. Cabot was born in The Hague, The Netherlands on Sept. 6, 1937, where his father, a diplomat, was stationed at the American Embassy. He grew up in Washington, D.C., Manchester, Mass. and wherever his parents happened to be posted, including Finland, Sweden, Colombia, Brazil and Poland. He was educated at the Groton School (Class of 1956), Harvard College (Class of 1961) and Harvard Business School (Class of 1964). He had fond recollections of a post-graduate year spent at the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, Colo., where he fell in love with skiing.
Mr. Cabot purchased the Southworth Machine Company of Portland, Maine, in 1977. Over the course of the next three decades he transformed a New England producer of papermill systems into an international leader in the material handling industry. He served as Chairman of the Board of Southworth International Group from 1977 to 2011. In addition, he served as a director of the Material Handling Institute Roundtable from 1988 to 2007. In 2017 he was awarded the Norman L. Cahners Industry Award for lifetime contributions to the material handling industry. He brought an art connoisseur’s eye to manufacturing, insisting that his products be finished in a myriad of bright colors and decorating his offices with collages and sculptures created out of discarded machine shop molds. Customers would occasionally call to express curiosity when they received industrial equipment painted in bright shades of yellow, pink, and purple.
Earlier in his career, Mr. Cabot had been active in the investment business in Boston, completing a traineeship at F.S. Moseley & Co., and then working at John P. Chase, Inc., and Gardner & Preston Moss. He was a trustee of the Northeast Pooled Common Fund of Princeton, N.J. from 1972 to 1994.
Outside of business, Mr. Cabot served as a trustee of the Museum of Fine Arts (Boston), the Museum of American Folk Art (New York), the Portland (Maine) Museum of Art, Storm King Art Center, the Maine College of Art, the Society of Arts and Crafts of Boston, the Philadelphia Maritime Museum, the Maine Maritime Museum and the Maine State Music Theater. He was a member of the visiting committee of the Harvard University Art Museum from 1982 to 1988.
In addition to art, Mr. Cabot greatly enjoyed architecture and participated in the design and construction of several innovative houses during the course of his life. Later in his life he created a state of the art sculpture workshop at his home in Harpswell, where he invited both established and aspiring artists to stay and work. He was also a dedicated collector of art books and catalogues, walking sticks, ship models and other maritime objects and historic postcards of Maine. He traveled extensively, both across the United States and internationally, and lived outside of London for a period of time in the late 1980s and early 1990s. He was fond of jazz, gin and tonics, chocolate, humorous stories and good-natured practical jokes.
Mr. Cabot was an avid sailor. He owned several yachts, including a Nauticat 50 named ELEDTIJA and an East Bay 42 named SUNFEAST after a favorite Caro sculpture. He cruised often, both along the New England coastline and in Florida and the Caribbean. He was a member of the New York Yacht Club and a former member of the Portland (Maine) Yacht Club and Manchester (Massachusetts) Yacht Club. In addition, he was a member of the Somerset Club of Boston and the Metropolitan Club of Washington, D.C.
Mr. Cabot was a grandson of Godfrey Lowell Cabot, chemist and founder of the Cabot Corporation and a son of John Moors Cabot, career diplomat, ambassador to five countries and Assistant Secretary of State for Latin American Affairs in the Eisenhower Administration. His mother was the former Elizabeth Lewis.
He is survived by his wife Susan Knight Cabot, whom he married July 15, 1978 in Manchester, Mass.; his daughter Elizabeth L. Cabot, and by his sons Edward O. Cabot, Timothy P. Cabot, James E. Cabot and Alexander L. Cabot; nine grandchildren; and his brother John G.L. Cabot and sister Elizabeth Cabot Lyman. He is survived as well by his first wife Judith Ogden Thomson. He was predeceased by his sister Marjorie Cabot.
Nick Arndt, class of 1956, died at home August 26, 2019 surrounded and supported by our family.
Becca wrote this tribute Sept 4 on Facebook:
“Just over a week ago the world lost the kindest person I ever knew. Nicholas A Arndt, my dad. He died at home, as he had wished, after a heroic fight with cancer.
He always saw the very best in everyone he was in contact with. He loved animals- dogs best of all. He loved the Broncos, hockey and baseball. He was a master fisherman, marksman, pilot, business owner. He was an incredible friend. As mom said” He was our rock...” . He was a gentle steady presence in our lives. He always knew where we were and when we were home and ready to hear our tails of adventure. I miss him dearly and am grateful that he’s free from struggle. Love him.”
Sharon Rudd was born to Paul and Gladys Hodge Walker on March 13, 1943. She grew up in Great Falls, Montana and graduated from Great Falls High School in 1960 with honors. She ranked third out of her class of 450 students. Sharon obtained a full work scholarship from Carleton College, Northfield, Minnesota, where she majored in English literature, graduating Phi Beta Kappa. She met her husband Bob Rudd when she modeled for one of his drawing classes.
After graduating from Carleton, Sharon taught English for one year from 1964 to 1965. Bob and Sharon were married on August 8, 1965. They honeymooned in Glacier National Park, the Wind River Mountains, and Jackson Hole. While Bob finished graduate school at the University of Pennsylvania, Sharon taught at Abbington Friends Quaker School, where she loved the learning environment. Moving to Carbondale, Colorado, Sharon again taught English as well as comparative religion at Colorado Rocky Mountain School. In an evening student activity Sharon learned the basics of silversmithing from an elderly Australian, Steve Shanser. This was ultimately to lead to a career in jewelry making for Sharon.
After teaching three years, Bob and Sharon moved to Jackson Hole where they bought a rundown log cabin on a 50 foot by 150 foot lot for $14,000. Daughters Laurel and Melissa were born at St. John’s Hospital and were officially declared to be Jackson Hole natives. Laure, a scholar like her mother, was killed by a drunk driver on August 10, 1989, a. date when the world stood still for her mother, father, and loving sister. Melissa went on to graduate from Lewis and Clark College and now pursues art and music.
The whole family was interested in art. Sharon especially enjoyed creating handmade collages and holiday cards with her children. Travel included trip to the desert southwest and the English countryside, where Sharon put together tours of Neolithic stone circles for the family, which included Avebury and Stonehenge and many other more obscure sites.
Sharon began selling her jewelry from home and at art fairs sponsored by the Jackson Hole Art Association. Around 1970 she and Nancy Carson started sharing a jewelry booth and continued to do so for the next twenty-nine years.
Sharon’s career included being a copy editor at the Jackson Hole News, a board member for the Teton County Library, and a substitute teacher in the Teton County School District.
Sharon loved classical music, good literature and poetry, and always had a new novel to read. Gradually she put together a library of her favorite authors. Wildlife was a special interest and she could identify birds at a glance. Sharon believed in human kindness and beauty, taking pleasure in the care of houseplants and garden. She studied Buddhism and that interest took her to India to learn more. Later she traveled to Russia and Poland.
After a long struggle to regain strength from a delayed diagnosis of ovarian cancer, Sharon died on July 4th. Her Spirit throughout months of illness inspired everyone around her. She is survived by her husband, Bob of Victor, Idaho, her son Curtis Walker of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, her two brothers Gregg of Oakland California and Gary Walker of Great Falls, Montana.
November 27, 1988 — June 15, 2019
Christopher James Schumacher, Age 30, passed away June 15th in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was a kind, gentle, & loving son, brother, grandson, uncle, nephew, & friend to so many… We find tremendous comfort in knowing that he is at peace after his long struggle with alcoholism.
Chris was proud to be an Aspen Native. He attended Aspen Country Day School, Colorado Rocky Mountain School, and his sense of adventure led him to further studies at the University of Montana and the University of Utah. He was a stand-out athlete who excelled in soccer, freestyle skiing, and multiple other athletic endeavors. An avid outdoorsman, his love of the mountains and nature took him on fabulous adventures in many places, including Chili and Alaska. He was a world traveler and great adventurer.
He is preceded in death by his grandfathers John P. Sedlak and Dr. Lee R Schumacher, and his Grandmother Jane Barry Schumacher.
Chris is survived by his Mother (Judy Schumacher), his Father (B Lee Schumacher), Siblings: John (Annie), Jennifer (Max), Megan, Molly, and Michael; Grandmother (Dorothy Sedlak), Nieces (Grace & Norah), Nephews (Jack & Bodhi), any many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and countless friends.
There will be a Celebration of Life to honor his memory at the base of Aspen Highlands on Saturday July 6th at 4:00p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in his memory to the Aspen Valley Ski Club Freestyle Program or Phoenix Multi-sport (an organization striving to help those suffering from substance abuse through intense physical activity).
Chris was like a shooting star, he shined so brightly and burnt out much too soon. We will all miss him dearly….
August 2, 1936 — June 4, 2019
John Bales Clark passed away peacefully at his ranch in Old Snowmass, Colorado, with his family at his side. John practiced law for many years, holding State Bar licenses in New York, California and Colorado. He owned several Aspen area businesses, served terms as Chairman of the Snowmass Capitol Creek Caucus and Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Colorado Rocky Mountain School. John was loved by many and admired for his intelligence, wit, humor and honesty. For those who loved him, he was larger than life and will be dearly missed.
John was born in Great Bend, Kansas, August 2, 1936 to Ruth and Dwight Clark. John moved with his parents and older brother, Dwight, to Fort Collins, Colorado in 1945. John’s father opened a bookstore and his mother became involved in local politics, eventually serving as one of the first female representatives in the Colorado State Legislature from 1955-1966.
John attended Fort Collins High School and excelled in both academics and athletics. He was elected Student Body President and played for Fort Collins High School when they won the State Football Championship in 1954.
In 1954, John followed his older brother Dwight to Stanford University, where he also played football and rugby. He became a member of the Delta Tau Delta Fraternity and earned a degree in Engineering in 1958. John received an academic scholarship to Stanford Law School. He served as an editor of the Stanford Law Review and earned his law degree in 1961.
In 1961, John joined the firm of Sullivan and Cromwell in New York City and began what would become a successful and expansive international career as an attorney, mediator and arbitrator, specializing in disputes arising from construction projects. John was named one of Southern California’s Super Lawyers and included in the listing of “Best Lawyers in America” in the specialty of construction law. He was described as an “icon of construction litigation” and “a gentleman who wins cases.”
He was most proud of his pro bono work in support of the California Mountain Lion Foundation, the Sierra Club and the EPA’s Clean Water Act.
John married his high school sweetheart, Susanne Vordenberg in 1964 and together they raised six children.
In his later years, John became an avid polo player, playing in both Old Snowmass, Colorado and Palm Desert, California.
John is survived by his wife of 54 years, Susanne Vordenberg Clark, brothers Dwight D. Clark of Palo Alto, California, Mark H. Clark of Paso Robles, California, sons James T. Woolaway of Basalt, Colorado, Michael W. Woolaway of Venice, California, Scott M. Woolaway of Prescott, Arizona, John A. Clark of Woodside, California, Oliver H. Clark of Los Angeles, California, and daughter, Robyn Clark Liotta of Carbondale, Colorado, and seven grandchildren.
A Celebration of Life is planned for July at his ranch in Old Snowmass.
Donations can be made in John’s memory to the Colorado Rocky Mountain School and Home Care and Hospice of the Valley.
August 26, 1924 — May 23, 2019
Brown, Randolph Randall "Randy" died peace-fully on May 23, 2019 in Bay City, Michigan where he resided with his wife Sherrie (nee Roth). Randy was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts on August 26, 1924 to Elizabeth and Huntington Brown, the third of six children: Elizabeth (Stommel), brother Leslie, twin sister Martha (McGandy), Jon and Christopher. The family moved to Minneapolis in the mid 1930's where Randy spent his childhood and graduated from The Blake School. He entered Harvard with the class of 1951 and graduated with a BA in Geology, an MA in Biology and a MAT in Science Education. From 1950 to 1952 Randy worked at a US weather station in the Canadian Artic, the landscape and experience he was to recall fondly throughout his life. Randy met and married Katharine Hodgdon (Kitty) in 1952 and was immediately drafted to serve in the Korean War. Upon entering the Marines, Randy was assigned to the Weather Department and stationed in San Diego, CA, an appointment he laughingly said was based on his having worked at the Arctic weather station even though his position was that of supply master and he knew little about weather. While in San Diego, Kitty gave birth to their sons, Daniel and Franklin. Shortly after completing his service with the Marines, Randy began his career in education as a high school science teacher in the Boston area where sons, Peter and Matthew were born. After several teaching-related moves in New York state, the family returned to Boston where Randy developed and wrote science curriculum for a textbook company. His participation on the local school board inspired him to transition to the administrative side of education. He served for a number of years as superintendent of the Lincoln-Sudbury School District in Massachusetts, after which he returned to Minneapolis bringing him full circle to become headmaster at The Blake School from 1973 to 1976. Randy served as headmaster at Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, CO from 1976 to 1983 where he discovered a deep love for year-round mountain sports including white water kayaking, cross country ski racing, mountain biking, and winter camping. He and Kitty ended their marriage in 1982. Randy finished his productive career in education as headmaster of The Valley School in Swartz Creek, Michigan where he met teacher, Sherrie Roth, whom he married in 1986. After living in several areas of Michigan and in Vermont, they settled in Bay City where they cared for their cat, Noodle, delighted in the variety of backyard birds, and where he read as much as possible, one of his favorite pastimes. Randy is survived by his wife, Sherrie, sister Elizabeth (Chickie) and his four sons, Daniel (Marilyn), Franklin, Peter (Lizzy Derektor), and Matthew (Lia Rivamonte), grand-children Luke, Ramsey, Henry, Thomas, and Natalie, step grandchildren, Sophie and Andrei Kissin, and seven great-grand-children. A memorial service is pending.
September 13, 1926 - May 2, 2019
Born September 13, 1926 in Duluth Minnesota, Tom Congdon developed an abiding love for Colorado and the City of Denver where he prospered as a businessman and philanthropist. After luring his beloved Noël Robbins west from New York City, Tom and Noël raised 3 daughters in Denver and Aspen - Chelsea, Natasha and Lucy.
A graduate of the Hill School of Pennsylvania (1944), Tom enlisted in the US Navy at age 17 and subsequently earned degrees at Yale University(1950) and Harvard Business School (1952). His career in mineral exploration began with Climax Molybdenum Company and grew into several business partnerships including CoCa Mines which developed silver and gold mines in the western US and Canada. Tom also steered a small family-held oil and gas company, St. Mary Parish Land Company, to become a thriving publicly-traded company 30 years later, now known as SM Energy.
Tom enjoyed sailing, travel, art, music, philanthropy and dabbled in cooking and watercolor all of which he shared eagerly with his wife and family. Tom and Noël together contributed generously to the growth of some of Denver's proudest projects and programs including development of historic Larimer Square, the Denver Art Museum, Denver Symphony, Denver Scholarship Foundation, Colorado Public Radio as well as the Aspen Music Festival and School and Colorado Rocky Mountain School. A colorful storyteller, Tom published his memoir in 2018 to share with his grandchildren who delighted him. He was inducted into the Colorado Business Hall of Fame benefitting Junior Achievement Colorado on January 31, 2019.
Tom is survived by the light of his life and wife of 60 years Noël, daughters Chelsea Brundige (James), Lucy Hanson (Charlie) and four grandchildren Tashi, Miles, Harper and Lark. His daughter Natasha passed away at age 17. Of all of Tom's accomplishments, his greatest joy and pride was with his family. In lieu of flowers, Tom would be honored to have donations made to the Denver Scholarship Foundation, 789 Sherman Street, Denver 80203, denverscholarship.org.
February 14, 1963 — March 17, 2019
Martin was a big man with a heart of gold who touched many people. He always said the greatest gift he ever had was his two daughters, Monica and Christina, thanks to his ex-wife Sue. Through them he had his grandson Ayden and the twins Cody and Aleah. His whole world revolved around them and his best friend Jimmy D. Martin also wrote beautiful poetry. He loved Star Trek, old movies, and “Chopped.” He loved his job as a chef at CRMS and the exceptional young men and women who attended there. In high school and college, he was a great athlete. He remained an avid fan of football and the Oakland Raiders. He will be greatly missed. A memorial will be held from 11 to 1 p.m. Saturday, April 13, 2019 at the CRMS Barn with a follow-up from 2 to 5 p.m. at Two Rivers Cafe in Basalt.
July 11, 1939 - March 7, 2019
Thomas G. Moore, age 79, died on Thursday, March 7th, 2019, at home in Carbondale, Colorado. Affectionately known as Tim to many, he was a true gentleman with a great sense of humor.
Tim was in the first class at Colorado Rocky Mountain High School in Carbondale. He later attended Middlebury College in Vermont and graduated in 1964 with a degree in Economics. In 1962, he married Jane Luchsinger, and for a honeymoon with $1800 in their pockets they traveled for a full year hitchhiking around the world. Tim had a life full of adventure.
He worked for 34 years for Gates Rubber Company and Gates Energy Products based out of Denver, Colorado. His work included two international assignments: a three-year move to Venezuela and a four year move to Belgium to run Gates' international divisions.
In retirement, he moved to Carbondale where he enjoyed traveling, hiking, and skiing. He was a member of the 100 Club, served on the board for Habitat for Humanity for several years, and was active in the local community. He was a true Colorado native with tremendous pride in his Colorado roots.
Not only was he an incredible husband but was a devoted father, coaching his kids in sports, teaching them to ski at an early age, instilling the importance of education and supporting his four kids through college. He is survived by his wife Jane Moore, children Eliza (Milton) Hunholz of Watkins, Colorado, Jenny (Greg) Treece of Carson City, Nevada, Sam (Jacque) Moore of Phoenix, Arizona, and Paco (Ingrid) Moore of Richmond, Virginia. He is also survived by 8 grandchildren (Sophie, Crary, Wit, Nathan, Teagan, Nelson, Clare, and Lucky), brothers Mike Moore of Evergreen, Charles Moore of Loveland, and Hugh Moore of Gold Hill, sisters Jinny and Dorsey Moore, both of Carbondale, many nieces and nephews, cousins and wonderful friends. Tim was preceded in death by his parents Tom and Ruth, brother Kit and nephew Cam.
January 30, 1947 - November 16, 2018
Commitment to service marked Eric Richardson Calhoun's life. He spent it joyfully in dedication to his wife and children, the larger Richardson family, the Greensboro community, and a wide variety of organizations working for the greater good. From a young age he lived by a heartfelt code learned at Camp Agawam, whose principles were founded on the sense that one's life should be dedicated to acts of kindness and service to others. His life and achievements embodied that ethos, and while his work in this life is done, the impact he had on his family members, countless friends, and the world beyond live on. Eric passed away peacefully at the age of 71 on November 16, 2018 in Wilmington, North Carolina after spending six months fighting a degenerative neuromuscular disease. He is survived by his wife of 48 years, Mary Sitterson Calhoun; his brother, John and Charlotte Calhoun; sister-in-law Sue Calhoun; his brothers-in-law Curtis Sitterson, Joe Sitterson and Lisa Nanney; his aunt Anne Carlson; and Mary and Eric's four children: Rich and Katie Calhoun, Carly Calhoun and Sam Despeaux, Nancy Calhoun and Brian Kilkelly, and Beda Calhoun and Gordon Klco; as well as four loving grandchildren, whom he adored, Gage, Ber, Sigrid and Boden Calhoun; and nine nieces and nephews. He has been predeceased by his parents Newton Sudduth Calhoun and Beda Carlson Calhoun, and his brother, David Calhoun. Eric was born in Charlotte, North Carolina on January 30th, 1947 and spent his childhood with his older twin brothers, John and David, in Connecticut. He graduated from The Hotchkiss School in 1965, and the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in 1970. He then married Mary Howard Sitterson, and they began their married life by packing up their Jeepster and heading West. They made a home in Jackson, WY and spent several years exploring the mountains, forming a bond with the place and friends that would last his lifetime. They returned to North Carolina where Eric earned his MLA in Landscape Architecture from NC State University before settling in Greensboro, where they raised their four children. Eric dedicated his forty-year professional career to Richardson Properties, twenty years of which he served as president and CEO, leading and growing the company before retiring in 2015. In addition, he acted as vice chairman of Piedmont Trust. He was deeply committed to many organizations, serving in leadership roles for the Greensboro Science Center, Greensboro Day School, Greensboro Farmers Curb Market, Family Service of the Piedmont, Piedmont Land Conservancy, Center for Creative Leadership, Colorado Rocky Mountain School, and Camp Agawam. His good-heartedness and wry humor accompanied him through the well-trod routes of his favorite places, be they barbecue joints or boards of directors. In his empty nest adult life, his annual walkabouts explored open country: hiking the depths of the Grand Canyon, slot canyons and red rocks of the American Southwest; driving in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado; and most recently returning to New Zealand, a place of his early adulthood, with his wife, Mary. His was a life lived well, full of friendship and love, and an enduring commitment to making the world a better place.
April 25, 1940 - August 31, 2018
Edwin “Ed” Marston, a physicist turned environmental journalist and political organizer, died Aug. 31 in Grand Junction, Colorado, of complications of West Nile virus. He was 78 years old. He is survived by his wife and working partner, Betsy Marston, of Paonia, Colorado.
Ed Marston was born April 25, 1940, in New York to Jack and Matilda Marston, both European immigrants. He graduated from New York’s competitive Stuyvesant High School in 1958, and from the City College of New York in 1961. He earned his doctorate in solid-state physics from the State University of New York at Stony Brook in 1968.
In 1966, Marston married Elizabeth “Betsy” Pilat, a public television producer, in New York. The couple had two children and lived in the tri-state area. During this period, Marston worked as an assistant professor of physics at Queens College of New York, and then as an associate professor of physics at Ramapo College of New Jersey. His textbook for non-physics college students, The Dynamic Environment, was published during his teaching career.
In 1974, the Marstons and their two children Wendy, aged 4, and David, aged 2, moved across the country to Paonia, Colorado, a coal mining and orchard town of 1,400 people below the mountains where the family had built a summer cabin. The plan was to take a year off, but just months into the year, the Marstons started the weekly North Fork Times, and he never returned to the field of physics. The Marstons sold their first paper in 1980, and in 1982 founded an environmental paper to cover the western slope of Colorado, the Western Colorado Report. In 1983, they folded that publication into the bi-weekly High Country News, which covered environmental issues primarily in Colorado, Wyoming, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah, as well as the entire western United States.
Marston became publisher of High Country News, which continues to cover the West for its 35,000 subscribers who live all over the country. His wife, Betsy Marston, was his partner in all journalistic ventures. He held that writing and administrative post for 19 years until 2002, when he retired.
As the publisher of High Country News, Marston received the prestigious George Polk award for journalism in 1986 for the series “Western Water Made Simple,” which was later published as a book. In 1990, the University of Colorado, Boulder, awarded him its first Wallace Stegner Award “for faithfully and evocatively depicting the spirit of the American West.”
Marston wrote and published pieces that helped define the American West. These included an interview with Floyd Dominy, the chief of the Interior Department’s Bureau of Reclamation; an analysis of the amenity economy; and a profile of progressive ranchers that brought conservation and agriculture together.
Marston was always involved in public life, serving for 18 years on the elected Delta-Montrose Electric Association co-op board, as well as terms with volunteer boards including Delta County Economic Development, Paonia Chamber of Commerce, Solar Energy International, and the Blue Sage Community Art Center. In 2008, he and his wife were named “Champions of the Rockies,” an honor given by Colorado College as part of its State of the Rockies annual report.
Marston was a fierce defender of the West’s birthright of public lands and a generous mentor with young and emerging writers. Many of the writers Marston worked with went on to brilliant careers in journalism and public service.
Marston was a burr in the side of the U.S. Forest Service during the 1990s. One of his notable editorials was headlined: “It’s time to clear-cut the Forest Service.” He was also a commercial developer of Paonia’s two-block downtown and a fierce opponent of anyone — no matter how well funded and powerful — who used political influence to try to close off access to wilderness. Between 2012 and 2015, Marston fought a drawn-out battle with billionaire Bill Koch, who tried to use a congressional land swap to block public access to the Raggeds Wilderness and its elk herd. Ultimately Marston blocked Koch.
Marston is survived by his wife of 52 years, Betsy, who lives in Paonia; daughter Wendy Lehmann and her husband Benjamin Lehmann, and their children Maude and Bruno; and son David Marston and his wife, Edel Clarke, and their daughter Sorcha, all of New York. His also leaves his sister, Ann Rock, of Florida; and cousin Steve Lidofsky and his wife, Lis, of Vermont.
Marston was known to be engaged and curious about issues, politics, and people. He had definite, well-informed ideas about the correct way to do things and was an energetic ally and a formidable foe in local and regional disputes. He loved to think about how to solve problems, and although he found Delta County frustrating in many ways, he loved working with local government, organizations, and citizens to make changes. Marston thrived on conversation and was never shy about asking people about their lives. He also belonged to a book club that he found stretched his mind.
A city kid who grew up in Queens, New York, and worked as a bicycle Good Humor ice cream vendor during the summers, Marston said that rural life brought out the best of him. He was an avid hiker and cross-country skier and appreciated living close to the natural world. Most of all, he was grateful that he and his family chose, 44 years ago, to make a leap of faith and settle in the small town of Paonia, a place Marston protected, agitated and cherished.
May 3, 1950 - August 10, 2018
Ellen LeCompte, 68, died August 10 from a fall in her home in Lawrence, Kansas. Born in Colorado Springs, Colorado to Oliver and Janet LeCompte, the second of six children, Ellie grew up in that city, attending local public schools and later the Colorado Springs School for Girls before transferring to the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, Colorado, where she graduated in 1968. Ellie thrived in the alternative school's iconoclastic atmosphere, where students helped operate the school's farm and build barns.
Ellie attended Pitzer College in Claremont, California and the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, Utah before completing her undergraduate work at Colorado College in Colorado Springs. She held various jobs during and after her college studies, including teaching English at the Technical Vocational Institute in Albuquerque, New Mexico and working in administration for the Colorado Springs Symphony.
Ultimately deciding on a career as a psychologist, she entered the psychology program at the University of Kansas in Lawrence, receiving her Ph.D. She spent the rest of her life working in Topeka and Lawrence as a practicing therapist.
She lived life to the fullest, but of all her passions, her love of animals stands out, especially the love of her standard poodles. From childhood on, she was always surrounded by high-spirited poodles: Rachel, Mitch, Wiley, Jannie and dozens more; two, three and even four at a time. Their intelligence and charm delighted her. When one of her poodles disdained ball-chasing, she translated its attitude: "Chasing balls? That's for dumb dogs!"
She was known for her generosity, offering her time and treasure to a multitude of causes. She sometimes rescued injured animals on the roadside, unhesitatingly funding the huge veterinary bills needed to restore the creature's health.
Ellie's vivacious personality filled any room, drawing people to her. More than a few of her friends and family, not to mention her patients, could say she had rescued them. She will be sorely missed.
She was married twice and had no children. She leaves behind four siblings, Jenny Anderson of Berthoud, Colorado; Charles LeCompte of Brookline, Massachusetts; Tom LeCompte of Sharon, Massachusetts; and Peter LeCompte of Walanae, Hawaii.
July 14, 1960 – August 5, 2018
Wendaleigh Heavner West, 58, of Noble passed away Sunday, August 5, 2018, at Norman Regional Hospital.
She was born July 14, 1960, in Laguna Beach, CA to Frank Heavner and Anne Murchison. In 1979 she married Brad Scott West in Dallas, TX.
Wendaleigh was a very generous, loving and caring person. She enjoyed family vacations, gardening and cheering on her Dallas Cowboys. Above all, she loved her family. She will be greatly missed by all who knew her.
Left to cherish her memory is her husband Brad; children: Bradley Scott West II and fiancé Ashley Stokes of Norman, Lauren Brady Robinson and husband Brandon of Norman, Ryan Daniel West and wife Lluvia; grandchildren: Jaden Robinson, Riley Robinson, Elle Robinson, Sarah Jane West, Ryan Daniel West Jr., Austin Eli West, Avery Grace West; brother Chris Heavner and sister Jennifer Baker as well as many nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by her parents and brother.
A celebration of life was held on Tuesday, August 14 at 10:00 AM at Studio of the Sooner Theatre, 110 East Main Street, Norman, OK 73069.
September 6, 1947 - June 18, 2018
Margaret McClintock Graham, a former director of the Tomales Village Community Services District who helped run Mostly Natives nursery for over 30 years, died last June in a car accident in Colorado. She was 70 years old.
Margaret is remembered by many in West Marin as a warm, straightforward friend and dedicated member of her community. Her husband, Walter Earle, said she was the bravest woman he ever knew.
That bravery manifested itself in myriad ways: trips that spanned the globe when she was a student in college, a move to an unfamiliar coast, a willingness to engage with a goodhearted stranger. When a tree came down in her neighbor’s driveway, she was the first to come over, chainsaw in hand. Once, in her youth, during a party at the mansion of Colorado Governor Richard Lamb, Margaret observed well-heeled guests making a mess of the floor’s white carpets and asked the governor if she could go barefoot in his home. He laughed and told her he would be honored.
Margaret’s curiosity led her to be knowledgeable about a range of topics, and she loved the natural world in particular. “When you talked to Margaret, you had a good time,” her friend and neighbor Sara Duskin said. “You left feeling you’d had a good conversation, whether it was about her lavender plants or a political issue or where she’d been hiking.”
Margaret was born on Sept. 6, 1947, in Denver, Colo. to Charles Andrew Graham and Jean Charters Graham. Mr. Graham was a Yale-educated lawyer and Mrs. Graham a professor of political science at the University of Denver who later worked for Gov. Lamb choosing judicial appointments for the state’s courts.
Both of Margaret’s parents were involved in Democratic politics and held fundraisers for various candidates, including Tim Worth and David Skaggs. Margaret had two older siblings, Andy and Judy, both of whom have passed on.
After attending the Colorado Rocky Mountain School, a boarding school near Aspen, Margaret went off to Barnard College in New York City. But she found the city far too noisy, left after a year, and matriculated to Friends World College, a Quaker school that allowed her to get an education all over the world.
As part of her program in cultural anthropology, Margaret travelled to the Middle East, India, Nepal, Kenya and Japan. She hitchhiked in Afghanistan and learned how to navigate a Volkswagen bus through streets lined with sleeping drunks in Kenya. She graduated in 1972 and arrived in West Marin soon after.
Margaret’s first home in Marin was in Point Reyes Station, in a house on the mesa owned by a friend of hers from Colorado. The natural beauty appealed to her; in addition to loving flora and fauna, Margaret was an avid hiker.
While in Point Reyes Station, Margaret was briefly married to Richard Wiltermood and had a son, Rishi. When her friend sold the house on the mesa, Margaret purchased a 1957 Chevy school bus and parked it on a friend’s property in Marshall. She lived there for a number of years with Rishi in tow.
“It was a school bus from Shasta County, so it was one of those shorter, squat ones designed for skinny little country roads,” Mr. Earle said. Margaret had just moved out of the bus and into an old chicken coop she had fixed up on a property across the street when the two met.
Margaret first encountered Mr. Earle in 1981, thanks to dead fish and a good sense of humor. At the time, both were employed by the Department of Fish and Game. Margaret was working for the wardens, ensuring that fish buyers were not swindling fishermen. Mr. Earle was in charge of sampling fish to determine the herring spawn count.
One day, while he was picking out fish to sample, a co-worker yelled that he was turning on the offloading machine—implying that a boatload of fish was about to fall on Mr. Earle. He quickly jumped aside, only to realize that the other man had been joking. Relieved to find himself fish-free, Mr. Earle started laughing—a reaction that endeared him to Margaret.
“I looked over and saw this woman, and she was smiling, and she came over and said, ‘I just figured you’d be mad when he did that, but you laughed!’” Mr. Earle remembered.
Margaret was intrigued by the work the men were doing, and soon after she became Mr. Earle’s new partner, both in life and in the fish sampling business. They were married on Oct. 9, 1982, and had a son, Kris, in 1984.
In 1983, Margaret and Mr. Earle decided they wanted to do something with a piece of property they had purchased in Tomales.
While Mr. Earle had worked as a gardener and landscaper, Margaret initially protested, saying she didn’t know anything about plants. But she quickly learned, and when Mostly Natives opened off of Highway 1 in 1984, she was in the thick of it, growing the nursery’s supply of native shrubbery.
Nancy Shine, who worked at Mostly Natives for 25 years, remembers Margaret teaching her the names of the native plants and the many ways to care for them. “She liked plants that were shrubs, and trees and grasses—she wasn’t so much into the flowering plants,” Ms. Shine said. She used to tease Margaret that she unduly enjoyed deadheading (the process of removing dead flowers from a plant) because it allowed her to attack the flowers.
While some might find it difficult to work alongside one’s spouse day after day for three decades, Mr. Earle said he had always found it a pleasure. “She was super curious about everything,” he said. “She was good at customer service and answering people’s questions.” Eventually, however, the amount of time and energy expended on the business became too much for the couple, and they sold it last year.
Margaret was “a big personality in Tomales,” Ms. Duskin said. At various points in time, she was involved in a host of community organizations in town, including the Marin/Sonoma Mosquito and Vector Control District, the Tomales Village Community Services District and the Tomales Emergency Response Network. She was also involved in the creation and maintenance of the downtown park.
Both friends and family spoke to her ability to truly be present, both in the community and in her personal interactions. “When you went into the nursery she was so there,” Ms. Duskin said. “She always put down what she was doing and would ask you about yourself.”
Her son Kris agreed, saying that his mother’s presence in his life had been a sweet and steadying constant.
“She was never not there, never afraid to tell me flat out what I needed to hear,” he said. “She was just there, and that’s the part I’ll miss the most.”
July 7, 1929 - Aug. 8, 2018
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Charlie was the son of Steve Shanzer, who greatly influenced the art/silversmithing program at CRMS. At the start of WW2 Charlie and his sister, Doris, were on the last children's refugee boat to sail from Marseilles to Australia where they lived with adoptive parents for the duration of the war. After the war, Charlie came to the US and in 1949 came to Aspen. In 1951 he persuaded Steve, who at that time had been living in New York, to move to Aspen. In 1953 Steve, at the age of 64, was hired by John & Anne Holden to teach French, German and silversmithing at CRMS. He introduced fold-boats to the students, too! Charlie says in his book (Escape Home) "In the 1960s I designed a 'jewelry hogan' at CRMS to my father's specifications." Charlie was a frequent visitor to the school throughout the 60s & 70s and even accompanied Steve and students on several spring trips. In 2013 Charlie published Escape Home: Rebuilding a Life after the Anschluss, which chronicled his father's life as well as his own.
September 9, 1986 – May 20, 2018
Michael Joseph Colangelo III, of Huntington Station, died on Sunday, May 20 at age 31.
Beloved husband of Katherine (Berger). Survived by his mother and father Ellen (Reynolds) and Michael Colangelo II. Colangelo was an NYPD officer assigned to the Canine Unit.
October 1, 1929 - April 14, 2018
George William Stricker passed away on April 14, 2018 after a brief illness. He is survived by two brothers, Jim and Dave, four children, Cynthia, Peter (Cevin), Brian (Julia), and Scott (Sheila), three grandchildren, Leianna, Keoki, and Josh, and two great grandchildren, Isiaiah and Maleia. He is also survived by a world of dear friends.
George was born in The Pas, Manitoba, Canada on October 1, 1929 to American parents. He was raised in Minneapolis, MN where he attended the Blake School; he went on to earn a BA and an MBA at Stanford University, graduating in 1953. Subsequently, he joined the Air Force and met Rolleen Taylor in San Antonio TX. They married soon after, lived in Del Rio TX (where their first child, Cynthia was born), moved to Albuquerque NM, and then to Carbondale CO in 1958 where their three sons were born.
The Stricker family lived on the banks of the Crystal River fly fishing, raising animals, and spending their summers backpacking in the Rockies and the Canyonlands of Utah. As the family was sitting around a campfire under a mountain peak somewhere, George was known to ask the rhetorical question, “Where would you rather be?”.
George worked as the business manager and taught history at the Colorado Rocky Mountain School and later became the Director of Adult Education at the newly founded Colorado Mountain College. The family moved to Gig Harbor WA in 1975 where George ran the adult education program at the University of Puget Sound.
In 1980, his career track took a radical turn into the wind energy field. George was intrigued by renewable energy and became a self-taught developer which took him to Colorado, Hawaii, the Cook Islands, India, China, and various parts of California. George explored the world, living in Europe, Seattle, Palm Springs, and Tehachapi.
In 1995, George retired from the wind business and moved to South Lake Tahoe CA where his son, Brian lived. Not content with golf or taking cruises, he bought a lodge on 20 acres of forest land in the Hope Valley surrounded by the high Sierras, and created a retreat center. During the seven years he owned the property, he hosted numerous weddings, mediation retreats, and sweat lodge ceremonies. In 2006, George moved to the Chesapeake Bay where he bought a house on a small inlet. In 2011, he moved to Austin TX to be close to Cynthia and Scott. Not one to sit idle, George became a volunteer at Barton Hills Elementary School, mentored a boy, and volunteered with Hospice Austin to help terminally-ill people navigate the dying process.
George was an empathic listener and an incorrigible story-teller who always had a joke or a pun available for his captive audience. He was a master at helping others feel loved and cared for and lived true to his mantra, “KEEP SMILING”.
In his own words, George said, “If I am remembered very long, maybe it will be for something I represented rather than for my character or personality, something like: ‘Here’s lies a kind person’, or ‘George always tried to help,’ or ‘The world would be better off if more were like him’, or some similar sort of epitaph. My writing will not be published. My art will not be collected. My woodwork will crumble. But maybe my smile will be passed on and light the eyes of others… Maybe the children I knew will become doctors, professors, clergy-persons, inventors, artists, statesmen, or others who can nudge civilization along an evolutionary path toward greatness. Who could ask for more?”
The family is eternally grateful to the staff of Barton Hills Assisted Living. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Hospice Austin.
May 27, 1936 - March 20, 2018
Mary Beil Gerdeman was born in Kansas City, Missouri, the daughter of Elizabeth Lee Beil and Wallace Beil, an ophthalmologist. Mary’s early childhood with her older sister, Betty, was spent in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her favorite memories of this time are from Mississippi where her family bought their first horses and learned horsemanship while riding near a family cottage.
As a teenager, Mary moved to Upper Gallinas Canyon near Montezuma, New Mexico where her parents bought a mountain ranch for Tennessee Walkers and Morgan horses. Mary and her sister, Judy, rode often through the Sangre de Cristo mountains while living on the Lazy B Ranch, later renamed El Porvenir Ranch. Mary attended school in nearby Las Vegas. Her senior year, Mary and her horse moved to the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, Colorado where she was one of 2 members of the inaugural graduating class in 1954. Her younger sister, Judy, graduated from CRMS as well eight years later.
While attending Highland College in Las Vegas, she met her husband, James Gerdeman. She married Jimmy in 1958, and the couple moved to Austin where she completed her BA in German and Jimmy completed his law degree at the University of Texas. Following graduation, the two moved to Lubbock, Texas where they raised their three daughters. Jimmy ran a law practice and Mary worked for him as a legal secretary. When their daughters were older, Mary accepted a job as a secretary at Texas Tech University.
After Mary and Jimmy divorced in 1981, she started a career in Medical Records. She attended South Plains College and earned an Accredited Records Technician certificate in 1985. She returned to Texas Tech as a medical transcriptionist until her retirement in 1999.
In Lubbock, Mary enjoyed museums, the symphony, weaving, and Texas Tech football. As some of her long-time friends left the area, she considered a move to be closer to family.
In 2004, Mary moved to San Diego near her daughter Amanda’s family. She lived in the Seven Oaks Community of Rancho Bernardo and was an active participant with the RB Travel Club, the Continuing Education Center, and the Daytrippers. With travel club friends, she saw sights across California and traveled to Alaska, New England, Hawaii and Nashville. She loved books, chamber music, opera, and the symphony as well as the San Diego Museum of Art.
Since March 2017, Mary has enjoyed life with new friends at the Belmont Village where she was a regular at the musical performances, trivia, word games, and lectures.
November 28, 1955 - December 21, 2017
Christopher Wylie Link son of M.P. Link Jr. and Elizabeth C. Link.
Chris is survived by his sons, Marshall Link and Tucker Link; their mother Amy Link; his brother Douglas Link; his nieces, Mona Ohmart and Jennifer Link; nephew, Peter Link; grandnephew, Gus Colby and grand nieces, Faith Ohmart and Lena Colby.
Chris was a farmer, carpenter, cabinet and furniture maker, real estate agent, musician, and guitar collector extraordinaire. He was a man of many talents and interests; a student of history, language, culture, and human nature; a lover of books, animals, and the great outdoors. He was an avid camper, hiker, and supporter of environmental organizations.
Christopher will be sorely missed by his family and long-time wide circle of friends. His empathy, compassion, and sparkling sense of humor, along with his razor-sharp intellect, will not be forgotten.
April 18, 1933 - November 10, 2017
Ed Rubovits died unexpectedly the morning of November 10. He was sitting in the sunshine on the portal of his Santa Fe home, having just split a few logs. His wife of 53 years was with him. Ed had retired from a long career in education which included years of serving as headmaster of the Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale, Colorado, the Verde Valley School in Sedona, Arizona and as head of the upper school of Oregon Episcopal School in Portland, Oregon. He was a strong advocate of outdoor and experiential education, and he was an early supporter and organizer of the Portland chapter of Amigos de las Americas. Known for his wry sense of humor, his leadership style often brought perspective to difficult situations. Ed was happiest when he was skiing, hiking, and camping in the mountains or on his bike. In recent years he focused his love of the out of doors on cycling. He enjoyed many tours with Cycle Oregon and participating in school bike trips with students and colleagues. His idea of how to kick off retirement was the solo bicycle trip he took from Missoula, Montana to Santa Fe, New Mexico. Many years ago his infectious biking enthusiasm spread to his wife and his two small sons during a year they spent in France exploring the French countryside on their bicycles. Following his retirement in the mid-'90's Ed and Nancy discovered the Camino de Santiago, the ancient pilgrimage route across Spain, and they developed an ongoing attachment to it. They made four trips to the Camino and were fortunate to travel the 500-mile route both on bikes and on foot and to spend time in a pilgrims' refuge as volunteer hospitaleros greeting and hosting others traveling the route. Ed's passing leaves uncountable friends and family who will miss him dearly. He is survived by his wife, Nancy and sons, Michael and David Rubovits and their spouses, Bronwen Lodato and Piper Davis, and by Ed's beloved granddaughter, Una Rubovits. He is also survived by his brother-in-law and sister-in-law Rick and Marilyn Hyde and by his nephew and nieces, Jeff, Katie, and Kristen Hyde. Ed said more than once, "we have had wonderful adventures and great good fortune." Donations to his memory may be made to the Colorado Rocky Mountain School, Carbondale, Colorado.
July 10, 1944 — October 30, 2017
She is survived by her husband of 32 years, Mark Luttrell; her sons Adam Infascelli of Glenwood Springs and Aaron Luttrell of Carbondale; her two sisters Janice Nuckols of Kaneohe, Hawaii, and Nora Nuckols of Vancouver, British Columbia; her two aunts and an uncle in Willimantic, Conn.; nieces, nephews and cousins; as well as many, many good friends.
Maureen was born in Kingsville, Texas, went to high school in Marietta, Ohio, and earned her R.N. from Good Samaritan Hospital in Zanesville, Ohio. She then went on to earn a B.S.N. from the University of Cincinnati and an M.S.N. from the University of Massachusetts. She moved from Boston to Glenwood Springs with her then-husband Joe Infascelli and began nursing at Valley View Hospital in 1975. She moved to Carbondale for the first time to become the residential school nurse and health educator for Colorado Rocky Mountain School.
Maureen later attended the University of Denver, where she earned her master's degree in counseling before returning to Carbondale, where she established her own counseling practice. She then worked a stint at the Advocate Safehouse in Glenwood Springs before Maureen began teaching nursing at Colorado Mountain College. She retired as a professor of nursing in 2011, although she continued to teach clinical and skills labs as adjunct faculty until 2014.
Maureen was committed to the Roaring Fork Women's Triathlon team for 18 years, serving as a coach in various roles, and was just named coach emeritus this summer. She competed Aug. 4, 2017, in the Tri For The Cure in Denver, finishing with her best time in three years. She was also a member of the Tri-Glenwood 30-year club.
After her multiple myeloma diagnosis seven years ago, she was a vibrant member of the Cancer Coffee Walk & Talk group at Valley View Hospital. Maureen loved to give back to the community, most recently serving as a volunteer with the Rosiebelle Art Project, as well as the Carbondale Library Wednesday after-school art program. She was an annual volunteer at Carbondale Mountain Fair as the pie judge, always in a memorable costume. She was also very active in the Carbondale Methodist Church. She provided babysitting, dogsitting and respite care for many of her friends.
Essentially, wherever there was a need, Maureen was there. Maureen was loved and will be remembered by many. She spent 30 years as a volunteer fireman and EMT for the Carbondale Fire Department, so a celebration of her life was held at the firehouse on Sunday, Dec. 3.
February 12, 1990 - October 8, 2017
Having lived for 27 years with the great joy and spirit that was Hayden Kennedy, we share the loss of our son and his partner Inge Perkins as the result of an avalanche in the southern Madison Mountains near Bozeman, Montana, on October 7th.
Inge Perkin’s body was recovered by the Gallatin National Forest Avalanche Center at the base of Mt. Imp on October 9th. Hayden survived the avalanche but not the unbearable loss of his partner in life. He chose to end his life. Myself and his mother Julie sorrowfully respect his decision.
Hayden truly was an uncensored soul whose accomplishments as a mountaineer were always secondary to his deep friendships and mindfulness.
He recently moved to Bozeman to work on his EMT certification while Inge completed her bachelor’s degree in mathematics and education at Montana State University.
“Over the last few years, however, as I’ve watched too many friends go to the mountains only to never return, I’ve realized something painful,” wrote Hayden in Evening Sends just last month. “It’s not just the memorable summits and crux moves that are fleeting. Friends and climbing partners are fleeting, too. This is the painful reality of our sport, and I’m unsure what to make of it. Climbing is either a beautiful gift or a curse.”
September 14, 1972 - May 10, 2017
Don Harvey passed away peacefully May 5, 2017, at his home surrounded by family. Don was born in Montreal, Canada and was raised in Spokane, Washington. He graduated from Whitman College and then went to McGill University in Montreal for medical school, following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather. Don performed his residency at Southern Pacific Hospital in San Francisco where he chose the specialty of Urology.
Don met the love of his life, Jane Mildred Hasfurther, in first grade. They dated through high school and college and were married in 1955. Don and Jane chose to live in Lucas Valley, California, which provided an ideal setting to raise their four boys. They had a rich and full life together, enjoying sailing on the San Francisco Bay, traveling with friends, and family vacations. Every year the family had wonderful vacations at the beach in Bolinas, on the delta at Tinsley Island and, of course, at their beloved Spirit Lake in Idaho. Five generations of Harveys have vacationed at Spirit Lake. Don and Jane spent six months at the lake every year after Don's retirement in 1999.
Don had a distinguished career in medicine. He was a fine surgeon who truly cared about his patients. He enjoyed getting to know them as people and learning about their families and lives. Don served as President of the Marin Medical Society and Commodore of the San Francisco Yacht Club.
Don loved his projects. He restored nautical antiques and wooden speedboats. But his favorite project was expanding the cabins at Spirit Lake so all his children and grandchildren could gather together every summer.
Don is survived by his wife Jane, sons David, Kent, Philip, and Peter and 10 grandchildren.
Published in Spokesman-Review on May 21, 2017
May 13, 1937 - January 21, 2017
Tony Perry died Jan. 21 peacefully in his beloved Colorado home in the arms of his loving family.
To find words to summarize Tony's life is daunting, as he accomplished so much. He was a complex man, memorable and loved.
He was born May 13, 1937, in Greenwich, Connecticut, the son of Margaret and Parker Perry, and spent his early years in Stowe and Manchester, Vermont. He followed his heart to the mountains of Colorado at 16 to a newly organized Colorado Rocky Mountain School in Carbondale. This environment nurtured his independent, adventuresome character, where he worked, skied, traveled and earned a ski scholarship to The University of Denver, excelling at athletics and hotel management. He struggled with dyslexia and became very adept at recognizing the skills he lacked, surrounding himself with capable people to help him accomplish his goals. He went on to help others with this affliction to follow a successful path.
A born entrepreneur, his charm, and interest in people drew him to the hospitality business soon after college. After a short stint in the Colorado National Guard, he opened nightclubs in New York, Stowe and Manchester, Vermont, and later turned his attention to the restaurant business. The Sirloin Saloons, Dakotas, Sweetwaters, Perry's Fish House - all institutions representing beauty, fun, great food and lasting memories for the millions who entered their doors.
During the four decades that he ran his many restaurants throughout the Northeast, he employed thousands of people through The Perry Restaurant Group and evolved a management style that was years ahead of its time. He took a deep and abiding interest in the people he worked with, recognizing that by giving them the opportunity to grow and succeed as individuals, their contribution to the business would develop. He put in place an employee stock ownership plan in the 1980s where all employees could benefit; he sent people on courses that helped them empower their lives rather than just their jobs, and he developed an inclusive style of management that engendered immense loyalty to this day.
He supported generously many causes close to his heart - he educated countless children, supported green start-ups, wildlife conservation, The Vermont Land Trust, Nature's Conservancy, music and the arts.
He was a born seeker and adventurer, traveling to over 50 countries, often bringing along his friends and family to share his experiences. He heli-skied throughout the Canadian Rockies, he was an avid fisherman and hunter, at home in the woods as anywhere. He raised a herd of majestic buffalo on his hilltop farm in Vermont with sweeping views of Lake Champlain from his rustic log cabin he built around an apple tree.
He amassed a matrix of friends as diverse as his interests, most who he remained connected to throughout his life. He had a genuine and lasting impact on so many, freely giving love, support and confidence where he felt he was needed. So many thought of him as their best friend.
Tony was profoundly connected to nature and beauty. His love and appreciation of the Native American culture and art form was a passion that brought him endless pleasure.
He was tireless in his quest for the meaning of life, periodically trading his business work for his spiritual journey, moving to an ashram for a time to find fulfillment and love. His pursuit led him to his soul mate, and he and Teri were married in 1995.
For 22 years, they traveled and skied and fly-fished around the world. They built wonderful homes in Colorado, Mexico, and Nantucket, and mostly they enjoyed their transcendent love for each other every day.
His sanctuary was his Colorado mountain ranch, high in the wildflowers, where he built his "Stonehenge" as a legacy. However, his true legacy will last for eternity in the lives that have been altered by his love.
Tony was spiritual, funny, loving and so immeasurably generous.
He lived and died with unequaled courage undaunted by his illnesses, and full of gratitude.
He leaves behind a world enriched by his presence. He is survived by his sister, Judy Perry Rowe, and his nieces, Wendy, Jane and Jenny, his stepson Kenan, Miya and his wonderful grandchildren, Jack, Eliza and Sebastian, who brought special joy to his later years. His extended family is too numerous to mention, but no less important - forever connected in love. Not left behind, but traveling beside him for eternity is his adoring wife, Teri Giguere Perry.
Please honor nature in memory of Tony. We have set up a website online at www.tonyperry.life to share memories, photos, and information about his services.