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John S. Samarziya ✵ 1919-1998


Name at birth:	John S. Samarziya
Date of birth:	31 December 1919
Place of birth:	Bessemer MI USA
Date of death:	11 January 1998
Place of death:	Bessemer MI USA
Resting place:	Hillcrest Cemetery Bessemer MI USA
Submitted by:	Dan Chupinsky (dchup@flash.net)

John was a simple man with simple pleasures. He enjoyed friends and relatives. He liked to garden and cut firewood from the 40 acres his father owned. He stopped at the local tavern for a glass of beer after a day in the iron mines in the Gogebic Range. When the ravages of time crippled his body, he found pleasure in a day of fishing, or a long ride through the country he loved in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan.

He was a cook in the Navy during WW2, an iron miner in the mines in and around Bessemer. He ran the machinery at Big Powderhorn Ski Hill, and in the summer, he could be found on a lawnmower cutting grass. John is missed by more friends and relatives than he could recall if he were put to the test.

Rest in peace, John.

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Tony Ruffer ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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“tomsuesummy” (tssummy@email.msn.com)
31 July, 1999
These are the first Flowers I have ever left in the Cemetery. I was browsing through and read the sweet Memorial from your Family, Anthony….I also noticed that there were no Flowers for you. That gave me a hauntingly sad feeling. And so I leave Flowers and Love for you Anthony. You died so young. That’s what brought me to you….your youth…I have a son named Anthony too, he’s going to be 34 yrs old tomorrow. I nearly lost him in 1989 from a near fatal drug overdose. He didn’t die, but he is permanently brain damaged and once more he is my “little boy”…. I thank God that He spared his life. My heart goes out to your family, Anthony…How they must long for you….your strong arms to hold them just one more time….just the sound of your sweet voice one more time…..to hear your laughter one more time…. O, the things that we ponder in our hearts after we’ve lost a loved one…. We re-live our lives with them over and over again……never wanting it to end anymore… Your dear young life was so worthwhile….I don’t know how you died…but it really doesn’t matter….we all love you. Please know, dear Anthony, that your short life had purpose and meaning….and it will go on having purpose and meaning…for every life, however short or long was meant to be in God’s Great Scheme of Things… Your death has affected me….I am diminished some because you are no longer here….because there is a family and friends who miss you so….and that affects me. That God chose to give you life is the Greatest Honor or all…I’m sure you tried to live your life in such a way as to bring love and caring to others around you. Your life means something to me, Anthony. Fifteen months ago my little 21 month old Grandson, Andrew, was killed by a car running over him. His short little life has touched me in a way that no other has. Because of him, Anthony, I have learned to value life….to treasure it….for life is very fragile and we don’t know how long we have. So it is my gift to Andrew and to you, my young friend, to live my life with intensity and passion and unselfish love for everyone around me. If you see my little Andrew….will you run and play with him??….Will you roll down hills with him and let him climb up into your lap and love you…..? For Andrew loved everyone. May you rest now in peace….The Peace that only God can give….He loves you and He is taking care of your family. They are in my prayers….. Rock Baby Andrew to sleep tonite, Anthony, for he has a lot of love to give you….May God Bless you and your Precious Family…and I, too, send you my Love…. Held By God’s Love and Grace… Susan Summy

Tony Ruffer ✵ 1970-1995

Name at birth:    Anthony Andreas Ruffer 
Date of birth:    25/07/70   
Place of birth:   New Westminster, BC. Canada 
Date of death:    21/08/1995 
Place of death:   White Rock, BC, Canada 
Place of burial:  Tony was cremated in White Rock, BC.
                  His ashes were placed in the ocean.

Submitted by: Angela and Petra Ruffer (exec@whistlerweb.com)

Requiem For Tony

Although we mourn his passing
Let us celebrate his life, Remembering all the good times
Of which his years were rife.

He had not an enemy,
For he made of each a friend,
He was a young free spirit,
Let not his memory end.

He so loved the great outdoors,
The high mountains and the seas,
His life shall be remembered
In the waves and in the trees.

And now we here are gathered
On the constant rolling sea
To let the winds and waves he loved
Care for him in eternity.

For Angela, Horst and Petra.
Tony, my Son we miss you so deeply, every day. forever Mom.
You are forever missed by: your Mom, your Dad, Your Sister Petra; Your Oma Hartl, und Oma Ruffer, Your Tante Beate, Tante Mary, Tante Sonya, Tante Ursula, Tante Irene, Onkel Richard, Onkel Otto, Onkel Franz, Onkel Heinz, Onkel Peter Ruffer, onkel Peter Kaufman, Cousin Rick, Cousin Heidi, Cousin Tina, Cousin Richy, Cousin Tommy, Cousin Chad and Cousin Ina.

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Georgia Elizabeth Rudd ✵ 1917-1995

Name at birth:    GEORGIA ELIZABETH WITCHER 
Date of birth:    9-24-1917 
Place of birth:   MERTZON, [ IRAAN COUNTY ] TEXAS 
Date of death:    12-10-95 
Place of death:   LINDEN, [ CASS COUNTY ] TEXAS 
Place of burial:  LINDEN, TEXAS

Submitted by: ELIZABETH KANE-ALFF (talffgeo@hotmail.com)

MY BELOVED MOTHER…RAISED FOUR SONS AND ONE DAUGHTER, IS NOW ASLEEP IN THE ARMS OF JESUS

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William Howard Ross ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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P. A. Ross Costantini (Bargello19@aol.com)
01 January, 1999
A beautiful and loving tribute to an exceptional man. I am researching my Ross relatives who settled in VT after the Revolutionary War. One brother went to Ohio. Do you know anything about Mr. Ross’s ancestors?

JWLEVAN@aol.com
Thu, 28 Mar 1996

I was interested to see if anyone was listed from Wayne Co. I grew up in Orrville and lived in Wooster for a period of time. While I did not know Mr. Ross he obviously contributed much to the community. It is wonderful to find a portrait of such a fine man to represent the Wooster Community.

Lena Peters (cpeters@colby.ixks.com)
Sun, 04 Feb 1996

My grandmother’s maiden name was Ross and I have researched many of the Ross families in the United States. I’m always interested in visiting another Ross family. From the Kentucky, Iowa, Kansas Ross decendants, our sympathies in your loss of your grandfather. What a wonderful memory he has left to you!!!

Sergio Mannheimer, sergionm@embratel.net.br
Sun, 22 Oct 95

Rest in peace. May god bless all your descendents.
signed: The Mannheimers. Brazil.

“E. Mitchell”, the_phoneman@earthlink.net
Wed, 18 Oct 95

May his crown shine brightly in the firmament of heaven.

david carr, david.carr@usa.nai.net
Tue, 17 Nov 95

I enjoyed reading your eulogy. Mr, Ross had a full and happy life, and a wonderful family.

Rest in Peace,

Dave

William Howard Ross ✵ 1879-1966


Name at birth:	William Howard Ross
Date of birth:	18 09 1879
Place of birth:	Holmes County, Ohio, USA
Date of death:	18 06 1966
Place of death:	Wooster, Ohio, USA
Resting place:	Wooster, Ohio, USA
Submitted by:	Margaret G. Brauer nee Hawken (brauer@interaccess.com)

I remember my grandfather as a wise and compasionate man who provided consistency and a sense of security to my childhood. He also taught me the value of hard work and perserverance and instilled an appreciation for education. The notes below are based upon a paper written by my uncle, Ford Ross, entitled “Reflections of half a century of change”.

His father was a school teacher and his mother also taught school until her marriage. When he was 13, his father died leaving his mother a few acres of land and little else. His formal education consisted mostly of the eight grades at the nearby one-room country school, but before many years, after a term at ADA (now Ohio Northern University), he was teaching the school himself, as well as raising strawberries to sell and helping his brother raise food crops for home use. He had a good memory, a quick mind, and a natural talent for public speaking, which he sharpened at community debates at the school and at political rallies. After a few years of teaching, he had saved enough money for one year of law school at the Northern Indiana Law School at Val Paraiso. He always said that he went there instead of William and Mary because he didn’t have to change trains to get there. He could get on a Pennsylvania train at Shreve and get off at Val Paraiso. With intensive work and perhaps equally intensive persuasion he received a degree after one year instead of the usual two and after passing the Ohio bar examination was admitted to the Bar in 1903 at the age of 24. Then, being doubtful of his ability to make a living at his intended profession, he taught school again and then became a partner in a grocery store in Shreve before finally opening a law office in Shreve in 1906 having acquired a wife and daughter in the mean time. He also had a real estate liscence and with the aid of some commisions managed to make a living.

Court proceedings were a form of public entertainment. Since there was no television, people had to settle for the real thing and many a farmer on a trip to town spent a few hours as a spectator in the court room. His talent soon came to the attention of older lawyers and he was invited to join a prestigious firm in Wooster (Smyser, Weygandt and Wiser). Through hard work during this time they built up a substantial practice. Notwithstanding his modest background and limited education, he was comfortable with all classes of people and represented many leading citizens in their personal and business affairs, as well as corporations such as the electric company, the gas company and the railroads.

He always took to heart other peoples troubles and he worked very hard at his profession until he attained the age of 50. Then, on the advice of his physician, as he stated, “I ceased working so hard, and from that time on, I did just what I wanted to do.” He lived to be 86 years old.

Your loving grand-daughter,

Margaret

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Marcello Romano ✵ 1894-1972


Name at birth:	Marcello Romano
Date of birth:	04/07/1894
Place of birth:	Assoro, Italia
Date of death:	10/01/1972
Place of death:	Catania, Italia
Resting place:	Cimeterio Monumentale di Catania, Italy
Submitted by:	Ennio Romano (enniorom@tiscali.it)

Uomo che visse sopratutto di bontà, padre di famiglia
esemplare che tutto diede al figli ed alla sposa, coraggioso
patriotta combattè eroicamente nella prima e nella seconda
guerra mondiale per la grandezza della Patria, Aviatore,
Squadrista, decorato al valore militare. Si è sempre distinto
come un ottimo educatore dei suoi figli con un comportamento
esemplare nell’adempimento integgerrimo del suo lavoro
di dirigente bancario. La famiglia e quanti vissero con lui
lo ricordano con profondo amore e lo additano quale
esempio alle nuove generazioni.

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Christopher John Rollins ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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29 January 2020

Time cannot erase the sorrow and pain that I feel,
Nor can it make things better
Or force my heart to heal.

Time is now a measure of the days since you’ve been gone,
Of getting by the best I can,
And trying to be strong.

Time should mend a broken heart.
That’s what they say,
But time will never change the fact that you’ve gone away.

Love,

Mom

3 November 2019

My Love, Christopher, you are missed more than ever. I continue to cry when thinking of and picturing you as a beautiful, happy young man who made all the days of my life joyful. I wish you a Happy Birthday in Heaven!

Love,

Mom

18 August 2018

Hope you are having fun In Heaven, dear Christopher. A few days ago your delightful, funny third cousin, Roger Thomas, died suddenly, was cremated and hopefully is on his way to meet you.

Love, Mom.

29 January 2017

Thirty-three years ago yesterday you were buried, witnessed by many of our family and all of your friends. It was a beautiful sunny day, one that you would have organized a hike with Duke, your husky, and several of your friends. Merely writing this note to you makes me happy.

Love, Mom

13 November 2015

Chris I had my third heart procedure last week necessitated by the Cobalt radiation I had as a kid for my Hodgkins. It went real well. I’ll be coming to be with you and all our brothers and sisters that didn’t make it but not yet. Guess I still have a few things to do. Thanksgiving is coming up in 2 weeks. I’ll eat some turkey for you.

Terry

Terry L. Terrell <terryl_42@yahoo.com>

17 April 2015

We are bonded through adversity understood only by those who have been there. You will NOT be forgotten. Rest easy brother. I got your back.

Terry L. Terrell <terryl_42@yahoo.com>

22 February 2015

Chris: Your smiling face is on my mantel always.

Susie

19 February 2015

You are often in my thoughts, the why will never be answered.

Roger Thomas

17 February 2015

Christopher ~ In your short life you were adored.

You will forever be cherished in my heart.

Love,

Aunt Cathy

28 January 2014

Thirty years ago, on this night, I went to bed not knowing that in just a few hours I would get the dreaded call – that you had passed away early in the morning of January 29. It seems like yesterday to me. I love you, Christopher.

Mom

28 January, 2013
Tomorrow, January 29, dear Christopher will be the 29th anniversary of your death. I think of the wonderful, fun days we shared and sometimes of the agony you suffered for a year and a half. Time goes fast and slow. I know some of our friends and family think of you, too. What I love is that you are able to transport yourself into my heart and brain so that I can continue, once in a while, adding to “Letter to My Mother.” It’s quite lengthy. Thank you and accept my kiss.
Love,
Mom

03 November, 2011
Happy Birthday in Heaven, Christopher. I can’t believe you would be 50 years old today, but then I can’t believe I just had my 80th birthday two days ago.
Love,
Mom

Terry L. Terrell (terryl_42@yahoo.com)
23 May, 2011
We were both born in ‘61, we both had Hodgkins, you died I survived. I live each day for both of us.

Rollinsa448@aol.com
08 May, 2011
Mother’s Day – and I miss you more today than yesterday, Christopher.

HAUGENRN@aol.com
03 November, 2004
Happy Birthday Christopher, hope you have a happy day. Love, Tove

Rollinsa448@aol.com
09 May, 2004
Christopher, here I am again on Mother’s Day! My heart and soul continue to hurt. Through all the pain over the past few years you should know that I wrote a mystery that’s being published in June. I am so excited but now that I have empty time on my hands, I need something significant to do to keep me from going crazy. You’d be proud of me, I know.
Mom

HAUGENRN@aol.com
23 March, 2004
Hi Christopher, I’ve never met you but know what it’s like to lose a loved one to Hodgkin’s Disease. We just buried my younger brother Niels Haugen today. He died in his sleep March 12, 2004. He was my only sibling, I loved him so much. If you see him in Heaven please say hello and tell him we love him and miss him so much. Tell him I’m so sorry I couldn’t save him. And tell him I’ll watch out for little Beria and Figen. Forever Niels’ sister, Tove

RDOTS@aol.com
18 December, 2003
Merry Christmas, you are remembered and missed
A COZ

Auntiana@aol.com

Christopher and Grandma

24 August, 2001
I don’t need to tell you how much you are missed every moment of my life but I must tell you that you were sorely missed when, on June 9 of this year, your beloved cousin Christine was married to Jonathan, a young Englishman. Aunt Cathy and Uncle Ruben were rightfully proud parents. It was a magnificent affair with a lot of fun Brits dancing the night away. Your cousins, Susie and husband Frank, Roger and Bill (Skeeter) came down from Boston for the weekend and some of your grandpa’s relatives from New York also came. I know you would have danced the night away just as you did when you were a little kid. I stayed at the Roosevelt Hotel for the weekend and had lots of fun with the Boston relatives. Christine looked gorgeous as did Jennifer, who is a tall, stately beauty.
Love you Christopher.

13 January, 2001
How could you have left me? My home is an altar to you. You made my life complete. Sixteen years and for me it is still the day after Labor Day in September 1982 that we heard the horrific news – you had cancer – and it was a death knoll. It gets no easier. Time has stood still and yes, I cope but I can’t stop missing you. You are my baby until the end of time.
Love,
Mom

Smeet@aol.com
11 January, 2001
Hi Christopher, I was thinking of you today and thought that I would drop by and leave you some flowers. Ann

TopNotch01@aol.com
25 April, 2000
Hi Christopher.
We’ve never met. I saw your picture for the first time on the internet today. Your mother sent me the link. Your mother misses you very much. She told me this today. I think it would have been nice to have met you Christopher. In your photo, you have a very kind smile.
Peace,
TopNotch

“ccesena” (ccesena@ludgateny.com)
02 November, 1999
Dear Christopher,
I don’t know if you remember me–I only met you once. But you are alive for me in the warm, wonderful memories of your mother. I especially like to picture you trying to train your unruly but loveable husky–a boy and his dog are so cute together! Your mother told me she enrolled you on this site so people will remember you after she dies. I know they will–you had lots of friends and other people who love you in addition to your mother. This is to officially tell you (and your mother) that I love you too and will remember you as long as I’m still on earth.
Cyndy

“David Marshall” (webking@mindspring.com)
07 September, 1999
To Christopher,
I never met you, but the photo with your sweet smiling face has touched me. I am a nurse, and care for the sick and dying every day. If there is one thing I know to be certain above all else, is that love is stronger than anything, including death. To your mom, I am so sorry for your loss, but please know that your son is an angel with God and is watching over you always. There are some things we know in our hearts to be true, and as a mother myself, I assure you that you will be with your angel again. The only thing that separates you and your son is time. God Bless.

Spocklovr@aol.com
24 July, 1999
Dear Christopher,
I too, have a son named Christopher, and I have always thought there was something very wonderful and special about that name. Although I never had the honor of knowing you, I was most fortunate, this past week, to have the pleasure of meeting your mom. It happened while we were both sending our written condolences to an AOL news post in remembrance of young John F. Kennedy,Jr. who, as you know, Chris, is now with you in heaven. Sadly, some people were writing the vilest, meanest things about this young man, and it broke my heart. I wrote a letter asking why some people are so full of hate. Chris, just when I was about to give up on the human race, I stumbled upon the most moving, heartfelt letter from a woman offering consolation to JFK Jr.’s sister Carolyn. It was your mom, Chris, and she spoke so movingly and eloquently of her deep abiding love for you and the terrible pain she felt with your passing. Her brief, but powerful letter moved me to tears. In the face of all the cruel letters being written, your mom was a voice of kindness and reason and love. Her words immediately restored my belief that there are many more good people in this world. You must have been very proud of your mom, Christopher. I know how proud she was of you, and how very much she loved you, and still does. Just wanted to share with you what a wonderful person your mom is–but then, you always knew that:)
–Bill Barber

Cousin Christine, Aunt Cathy and Cousin Jennifer

Rubecath@aol.com
07 May, 1999
With tears rolling down my cheeks and a big lump in my throat, I leave flowers for you tonight, my dear nephew. You were the sweetest and most innocent of little boys. I wish I could have held you more and played with you more often. Nevertheless, you always knew how much I loved you. Fortunately, I was able to be with you often when you were sick. Christine has never gotten over losing you and tears well in her eyes too when she talks about you. For nine months after you died she left piles of wet tissues next to her bed. As the months passed, the number of tissues declined but, believe me, not her love or memories of you. Mother’s Day is here now. As your Mother reminded me, she is still your mother and I am still your aunt. I too am a better person for having been your aunt. Love, Catherine

FeliciaAP@aol.com
02 April, 1999
Dear Christopher:
Although we have never met I feel so touched by your Mother’s flowers to you. Mother and I are first cousins, her Dad and my Mother were brother and sister. Christopher, your Mom loves you so and expresses it so well that even I who did not know you love you too. Rest well in the care of the Lord.
Your second cousin,
Dawn

WFHfrank@aol.com
01 April, 1999
Dear Chris:
It seems like a life time ago since we had fun together, time goes by so fast. I remember my first trip into New York City with you and how much fun we had. I have two beautiful children now that constantly keep me on my toes. I hope you are looking down on us and keeping us out of harm’s way. Thanks for happy memories of fun at Salisbury beach. Love Susie

Susanneth@aol.com
28 March, 1999
Dear Chris:
It seems like a life time ago since I last saw you. We had some fun times together. I most remember holidays spent at Plum Island and Salisbury Beach. I have to children that constantly keep me on my toes. They are the joys of my life. I hope you and the rest of our family in heaven are watching over us. We miss you all. Love, Susie

“Peter Haefs” (PHaefs@mail.isis.de)
15 February, 1999
i felt sorry when i read the text
yours Peter Haefs / Germany

Auntiana@aol.com
25 November, 1998
Thanksgiving eve is here, Christopher. And I do have much to be thankful for – I had you for a short while and the enrichment you gave to my life is unfathomable. I was touched by Amy who sent you a message a month ago. She is fighting Hodgkins, too, and my heart goes out to her because of the pains she must go through to win her battle. It’s almost 15 years since you left this earth but you are near me. I wake up thinking of you and go to sleep the same way. I wish I could see you once more, Christopher.

Amy Bue (Amy.Bue@bowne.com)
28 October, 1998
Christopher,
I didn’t know you but I am so saddened to read about your death that I had to write. I too have battled Hodgkin’s Disease, and I go to see my doctor tomorrow to see if it has returned for the third time. I was feeling sorry for myself until I read the lovely note your Mom wrote about you, and I realize that I am very lucky to be here now reading this. If I am sick again, I will fight it in my name and in yours. If you had been battling it along with me today, you would have had a much greater chance of still being with us. I am going to make my new hope that I will be missed as much and remembered as fondly after I am gone (whether tomorrow or in 60 years) as you are.
Amy

Smeet (Smeet@aol.com)

28 January 1998

You are being visited on the eve of the fourteenth anniversary of your death. I did not know you but feel I do now. You were a light on earth and the light of your mother’s life. She is carrying on as I am sure you would want her to do. You must have been a lot of fun to be around as well as a sensitive young man. You had the gift of making people feel good. Your hat is charming and so is your smile. I am sure that you are looking down on your mom.

All that live must die,
Passing through nature to Eternity.

—Shakespeare

Eileen and Christopher

Gillian Tracy (gtracy@pacbell.net)

9 November 1997

Hi Chris,

I miss you and the times we used to make funny phone calls on your mom’s phone. Remember the lady we always used to call?…I think she liked it…Wonder if she ever ate any of the pizzas we sent her…Love, Jill

Potty448@aol.com

8 November 1997

Christopher, Happy Birthday in Heaven. I dreamed of you and you were dressed in all white and you handed me a white rose. And then you left again.

Love, Mom

Auntiana (Auntiana@aol.com)

24 December 1997

Christopher, It’s Christmas Eve and you are in my thoughts. I wonder if Jiminy Cricket will amuse other children the way it amused you. And the Yule Log. You always arranged our family’s Christmas Eve… even the Christmas music. It’s not the same without you. Love from Mom.

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