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Gordon Robert Olson ✵ 1959-2013

Gordon Robert OlsonGordon Robert Olson and Children

Name at birth: Gordon Robert Olson
Date of birth: August 18, 1959
Place of birth: Minneapolis, MN USA
Date of death: March 3, 2013
Place of death: University of Minnesota Hospital
Resting place: St. George’s Catholic Cemetery, Long Lake, Minnesota
Submitted by: Janel LaBoda

 

 

Our beloved Gordy went to be with the Lord on Sunday, March 3, 2013, surrounded by his loving wife, Janel LaBoda, and sister-in-law, Sylvia Pozarnsky. Gordy is survived by his wife; twin children, Scott and Sarah Olson LaBoda, age 10 at the time of Gordy’s passing (who fondly called him “Best Dad Ever,” “Gord Bob,” and “Fig”); mother, Marilyn Regan; brother, Jack; and many loving extended family members and friends. He was preceded in death by father, Budd, and sister, Allison.

Gordy was a devoted father, husband, son and brother and friend to all. He was kind and generous and had a wonderful sense of humor. He will be missed dearly. Gordy greatly enjoyed sports and outdoor activities including camping, canoeing, skiing, golf, hockey, tennis, soccer, roller blading, biking and scuba diving. He derived great pleasure from his time spent coaching Scott’s Wayzata squirt hockey team and thought very highly of the boys and other coaches. But above all else, he loved his family.

Gordy was employed as a Product Design Specialist at HRST Inc., a provider of heat recovery system technology. Prior to that, Gordy spent many years working for Deltak, where he made many friends. Gordy graduated from Park Center High School (1977) and Hennepin Technical College and attended North Hennepin Community College.  He is missed every day.Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 15.17.38


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Bruce Warren Baker ✵ 1949-1998

Bruce Warren Baker

Name at birth: Bruce Warren Baker
Date of birth: June 2, 1949
Place of birth: Portland, Oregon, USA
Date of death: October 4, 1998
Place of death: Pleasant Hill, California, USA
Resting place: Cremated – ashes with family
Submitted by: MiMi Mijares

 

“His tongue was framed to music,
And his hand was armed with skill.
His face was the mould of beauty,
And his heart the throne of will.”

… by Ralph Waldo Emerson


Bruce, my darling darling,

So much love – so little time.
The greatest maxim I can give is to make the most of the time you lived.
Our promise is forever and beyond, amen.

I love you.

MiMi


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Miles Paul Whisted ✵ 1997-1997

Miles Paul Whisted

Name at birth: Miles Paul Whisted
Date of birth: February 11,1997
Place of birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Date of death: February 11, 1997
Place of death: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Place of burial: Holy Septlecure Cemetery,Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Submitted by: Erika Whisted (boysmom21197@yahoo.com)

 


I cry everyday for us. For you, because you will never share life with your family, those who love you so much already. For us, because we will never see your smile or feel your tiny arms holding us close. I ask God everyday why he needs you. Why you can’t grow up with your brothers who love and need you. Why your daddy has to feel such pain. I pray everyday that you already know how much you are loved. I pray that you can hear us talking to you inside me, that you can feel your daddy’s touch, Michael’s kisses, Alex’s hugs and Dylan’s head lying close to yours. I wish everyday that you were not so sick and you were coming home with us. Sometimes I wish that you could stay inside me forever, so that you could live and I could be with you, my son. I am afraid everyday that once you leave me the lonliness will be more than I can bear. I fear the emptiness inside without you there and without you in my arms. I hope everyday, Miles, that you will be in God’s arms. I hope you will hear our prayers for you and know that even though we only had a short time to be with you, you are our son, our love, our angel and you will be missed everyday. A part of your soul will live in each of our hearts where you will shine brightly forever. I know everyday that passes will be filled with memories of you. I know you will never know the sorrows of this world. You are loved.

Mommy, Daddy, Dylan, Alex and Micheal


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Paul Joseph Silver ✵ 1965-2004

Paul Joseph Silver

Name at birth:  Paul Joseph Silver
Date of birth:  9 November 1965
Place of birth:  Red Bank, New Jersey
Date of death:  4 August 2004
Place of death:  Los Angeles, CA, USA
Resting place:  Sharon Gardens Cemetery, Valhalla, NY
Submitted by:  Ron Linder   (ronald@fastq.com)

 


Paul Silver

In Paul’s profession, one’s work is judged by how it isn’t noticed. It isn’t supposed to draw attention from a movie. Rather it adds another dimension to the movie, making an experience with depth, emotion, and context.

Paul was like the profession to which he devoted a portion of his life: Paul didn’t make himself the center of attention, but, when with you, he made you feel like an important part of the scene. A social gathering with Paul was, in many ways, like a “feel-good” movie, but real.

Paul had a kind-hearted, personal touch for people he came in contact with, that tended to quickly create a lasting bond. He had a quick wit, a warm smile, and a gentle laugh. Paul was friend and family. Some do not achieve both. For Paul, both were seemingly effortless.

We will keep our wonderful memories of Paul, because we have no others.

Rest in peace, Paul.

Kirk, Deb, Thane & Logan


A poem from Paul's journal:
 As I stand atop my mast
 Looking out across the sea
 I look aft and see the past
 so undisturbed and carefree
 Where no worries ever crossed my mind
 When I was pure as thy spirit, sporting no stains
 And now on this search I am sure to find
 My inner battle aggravating such pains
 My thoughts so many entwining the links
 of my confusion; its a knot in chains
 If I do not succeed I will slowly sink
 And give in to this great game
 My vessel on its unknown course
 The four winds as my guide
 Wherever thou takest me I'll show no remorse
 and with the fullest sincerity abide
 For I have no direction except yours
 My compass confused not able to decide
 Will thou ever let me convalesce these sores
 that have been inflicted upon my hide
 So I peer forward into the years
 The sun's glare in my eyes
 I see the tears of my fears
 Fall silently from the skies

On a Rosebush Full of Blooms

On a rosebush full of blooms, there is occasionally one rose more fragile than the rest. Nobody knows why. The rose receives the same amount of water and of food from the earth; of clipping and tending and gentle encouragement from the gardener. Its time on earth is neither more nor less significant than that of the other blooms alongside. Its stresses are neither greater nor fewer. Its promises of development are just as rich. In other words, it has all the necessary components to become what it is intended to be; a beautiful flower, fully open, spreading its fragrance and color for the whole world to see and enjoy. But for some inexplicable reason, once in a while a single rose doesn’t reach maturity. It’s not the gardener’s fault; It’s not the fault of the earth, nor of the rain, nor the sun. But neither is it the fault of the rose. For some roses, even the touch of the gentle spring rains leaves bruises on the petals. The sun’s rays-so soft and warm to some flowers-feel searing to others. Some roses thrive while the fragile ones feel buffeted by inner and outer ghost winds. So it is that sometimes, despite the best growing conditions, and best efforts of the gardener, and the best possibilities and predictions for a glorious blooming season, a particularly fragile rose will share its glow for a while, then fade and die. And the gardener and the rosebush and the earth and all around will grieve. We are never ready for a loss. Not for the loss of a promising rosebud, nor for the loss of a friend or relative whose life appears ready to unfold with brilliant color and fulfillment. In the midst of our grieving, we can be grateful we were in the garden during the same season. We can remember and celebrate the glimpses of color and fragrance and growth that were shared. We can love the fragile rose and the fragile soul for the valiant battles won, and blooming that was done. And as our own petals unfold, we can remember the softness and beauty of those who touched us along the way.

Ernestine Clark (1988)


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Sam Irving Linder ✵ 1918-1998 (grandfather-in-law)

Irene Krasner Linder ✵ 1920-2000 (grandmother-in-law)


Alex Ernst Nussbaumer ✵ 1965-2013

Alex Nussbaumer

Name at birth:  Alex Ernst Nussbaumer
Date of birth:  July 22, 1965
Place of birth:  Washington. D.C., USA
Date of death:  August 10, 2013
Place of death:  Short Hills, New Jersey, USA
Resting place:  Short Hills, New Jersey, USA
Submitted by:  Nussbaumer Family

 

Born in Washington, D.C., in 1965, he grew up in Rumson, prior to relocating to New York City and later to the township. He earned a bachelor’s degree in architecture from The Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C., and a master’s degree in design studies from Harvard University.

In high school, he was an accomplished athlete, having participated in football and track. He achieved state-wide recognition for his sprinting ability at Rumson-Fair Haven Regional High School in Rumson, N.J.

Mr. Nussbaumer was the founding member and driving force behind AENA Architecture, an architectural design, building and construction firm in New York City. Some of the firm’s work included residential projects in the Harlem section of New York City by acquiring properties, renovating and developing to contribute to the renaissance of the neighborhood.

Prior to forming his own firm, he was employed at Ehrenkrantz, Eckstut and Kuhn Architects, Richard Meier & Partners, Perkins Eastman Architects, Rafael Vinoly Architects. During his career he worked under the instruction of several world renowned architects, including Richard Meier, Peter Eisenman and Rafael Vinoly.

While working with Mr. Meier, he contributed to The J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles, one of the largest planning projects to be commissioned to a single architect, as well as being part of the design team for the proposed Kennedy Center expansion with Rafael Vinoly.

During his career, Mr. Nussbaumer received several awards and honors along with the design teams for their work, including Honor Award on the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles; American Institute of Architects (AIA) Design Award for Whitaker Center for Science and the Arts, Harrisburg, Pa.; and AIA Design Award for Dutchess Community College, Poughkeepsie, N.Y., among many others.

Mr. Nussbaumer is survived by his wife, Eda; two daughters, Mary and Emily; his mother, Ruth; and a brother, Ralph.


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Joseph C. Youngerman ✵ 1906-1995

Name at birth:  	 Joseph C. Youngerman 
Date of birth:  	 9-13-06 
Place of birth:  	 Chicago USA 
Date of death:  	 11-22-95 
Place of death:  	 Los Angeles USA 
Place of burial:  	 Hillside Memorial Los Angeles, CA USA

Submitted by: Chuck Warn (chukwarn@dga.org)


Joe Youngerman died today, and Hollywood lost one of its greatest legends. He started out in the early 1920’s as a propman, and went on to become a distinguished assistant director for some of the greats: Wellman, Wyler, Mamoulian, DeMille, Lubitsch, & many more. He became chief executive of the Screen Directors Guild in 1950, and continued in that post for 27 years! Even after his retirement, he continued to go to his office at the Directors Guild of America every day up until a few months ago.

He was a tough man with aheart of gold. He is survived by Molly, his loving wife.


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Richard Frances York ✵ 1955-1998

Name at birth:    Richard Frances York 
Date of birth:    July 21, 1955 
Place of birth:   St. Louis Missouri, USA 
Date of death:    April 10, 1998 
Place of death:   Augusta, Georgia, USA 
Place of burial:  Westover Memorial Park, Augusta, Georgia, USA

Submitted by: Mary E. York (ryork@sprintmail.com)


SSgt. Richard F.York, 42, died April 10th, 1998. Native of St. Louis, Missouri. Veteran of the Vietnam War and Operation Desert Storm. He was a data communications specialist. He was a Master Counselor Demolay, 3rd Degree Mason, 32nd Degree York Rite and a member of the American Legion Post 347.
His Father and mother said he was a direct descendant of World War I hero Sgt. Alvin York.
His funeral was with full honors.


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Thomas Glen Woodward Jr. ✵ 1949-1991

Name at birth:    Thomas Glen Woodward Jr. 
Date of birth:    12-03-49 
Place of birth:   Quincy, Washington 
Date of death:    10-06-91 
Place of death:   Salt Lake City, Utah 
Place of burial:  Corrine City Cemetery, Corrine, Utah 

Tom was a giving person, he always thought of everybody else before himself. He was a Veteran of the Vietnam War, serving one and a half years there; at which time he had got Agent Orange. He then proceeded with a career in welding, and got a job working at the Army Depot.He always had a positive attitude towards life and taught everyone around him to do the same. He is greatly missed, and always will be. Someday we will meet again.


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Margaret Catherine Williams ✵ 1907-1985

Name at birth:  	 Margaret Catherine Gallagher 
Date of birth:  	 March 22, 1907 
Place of birth:  	 Scranton, Pennsylvania USA 
Date of death:  	 November 25, 1985 
Place of death:  	 New Haven, Ct. USA 
Place of burial:  	 Queen of All Saints Cemetery, North Haven, Ct.

She lived a wonderful life and had seven children who still miss her very much. There is a monument to her in Cambridge, Ma across from the Sheraton Commander Hotel.


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Robert Charles Wilch ✵ 1925-1991

Name at birth:    Robert Charles Wilch 
Date of birth:    29/4/25 
Place of birth:   Port Carbon Pa. USA 
Date of death:    29/6/91 
Place of death:   Fort Wayne, In USA 
Place of burial:  Catholic Cemetery Fort Wayne Indiana USA

Submitted by: Lori (Lorisabutterfly@aol.com)


Robert was the best husband there ever was and I think about him all of the time, even more so now that he is gone. He was a kind man with a warm heart and anyone who knew him will forever miss him. ~Carol~ This monument is for the best father I could ask for. My father would have done anything he could for me and I love him very much. I know he is proud as he looks down and sees my children Robert ( his namesake ) Kayla, and Samantha. All the kids are getting so big and I am sure you are keeping an eye on all of them, I still feel you near! I love you Daddy! ~Lori~


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