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Henry Leopold Otto Kuhn ✵ 1870-1941 

Name at birth:    Henry Leopold Otto Kuhn 
Date of birth:    December 12, 1870 
Place of birth:   Newark, NJ, USA 
Date of death:    November 28, 1941 
Place of death:   Newark, NJ, USA 
Place of burial:  Fairmount Cemetery, Newark, NJ, USA

Submitted by: Anonymous

Husband of Ida Frances Kuhn, father of Mary Louise Whitehead and Margaret Estelle Debus. “Although he is no longer with us, his memories will remain forever in our hearts.”

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Ida Frances Platts Kuhn ✵ 1870-1939 (wife)

Margaret Estelle Debus ✵ 1899-1941 (daughter)

Hyman Korman ✵ 1919-1995 

Name at birth:  	  
Date of birth:  	 20 Feb 1919 
Place of birth:  	 Brooklyn, NY 
Date of death:  	 20 Sept 1995 
Place of death:  	 Brooklyn, NY 
Place of burial:  	 Queens, NY

Submitted by: Joe Korman (joekor@earthlink.net)

Hyman Korman

December 10. 1995

Beloved husband to Goldie

Father to Joseph and Leah

Father in law to Laurie

Grandfather to Seth, Michael and Miriam.

On the day that New York City honored Mr. Rabin of Israel, another man was honored in Brooklyn.

My father was the youngest of nine children and the last to pass on. He grew up in an Orthodox home where he studied the Torah (Bible) with his older brothers. I remember walking with him on the high holidays from our house to his father’s shul on Watkins Ave in Brooklyn. There, all of my cousins would get into trouble talking during the services.

I didn’t realize how much he knew about the prayer rituals until I started attending the services with him at Temple Beth Abraham in Coney Island. After he retired from work, he devoted much of his time to the Temple. He was one of the first members to arrive and one of the last to leave at each of the daily services. He and my uncle were responsible for insuring that the Torah was turned to the correct portion and that any special rules for a particular day were observed.

Those who spoke of him at today’s service had only the best of words for him. The Rabbi called him a gentleman and a gentle man. Another pointed out how well (and fast) he was able to read the Hebrew prayers, but yet, never missed a word. He was always ready to help anyone in need. One of his ‘jobs’ at Temple was to say Kadish (memorial prayer) for loved ones of members of the Temple.

He was a hard working man, who had a varied career.

  • Soda Jerk at his brother-in-laws candy store. (He made a mean chocolate malt).
  • Gateman for the Long Island Railroad. In the days before automatic crossing signals, he cranked the gates down when a train was due and raised them when it was safe for autos to cross the tracks.
  • Train Conductor for the NY City Transit.
  • Mechanic on the machines that knit sweaters (member of ILGWU).

 

He spent many of his working years on the night shift, which gave me more time to see him. He would get home when my sister and I were getting up for school. He would sleep during the day and would be up with us for dinner and evening TV before he would go to work and we would go to sleep.

He retired from the ILGWU work in 1985.

His love of his family was always obvious. He always had time the play with my cousins while I was growing up and with my children and nephew when they came along. He would not allow my mother to do any chores (she worked through most of my childhood too). As a result he did everything except cook (that he allowed mom to do).

Hyman Korman, you are sorely missed by not only your family, but by your friends at Temple Beth Abraham.

Rest in Peace, Daddy.

Hyman Korman is the father of the Son-in-law of, Isadore Silverman.

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Dustin Elliott Kimbrough ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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Adron Knighton Jr (mknight50@sbcglobal.net)
14 January, 2004
Dustin,
You will always be in my memories, the way you laughed, I can still hear your voice in my head, I will always remember our inside jokes that were shared between me and you, you were more than a friend you were my brother and always will be. Its been 8 years since you left us but it seems like yesterday. I think about you everyday, may your blessed spirit forever watch over me.
your friend always, Slug

Michael Weiss/Colleen Newquist (cafe@interaccess.com)
4 March, 1998
Out of mere curiosity, I began browsing this site, looking at memorials in Illinois, where I reside. I read your tribute to Dustin, and looked to see who had left flowers. There were none. And there should be. And so I leave these “flowers” for you, Dustin’s family, to let you know that a stranger out here in cyberspace acknowledges your Dustin, and your grief, your sorrow, and your warm memories of the happiness you had. May they comfort you always.
Peace.
Colleen Newquist
Homewood, IL

Dustin Elliott Kimbrough ✵ 1972-1995 

Name at birth:    Dustin Elliott Kimbrough 
Date of birth:    20/08/72 
Place of birth:   Chicago, USA 
Date of death:    21/11/95 
Place of death:   Chicago, USA 
Place of burial:  Oak Woods Cemetery, Old Mausoleum, Chicago, USA

Submitted by: Gloria Jackson (gjackson@shrike.depaul.edu)

Your presence lightened up the room, To see you happy made us glad. Your funny ways made us cry with laughter. To see you down made us sad. Your masculine ways made us feel – over protected. To have you as our son/brother, we were never neglected Your touch was that of a cuddly teddy bear to have you around, we had nothing to fear. Now all we have left are the wonderful memories of you and we know that your spirit is watching over us too. So we will remember you as the strong person you were, and keep you in our hearts as our loving Dustin.

Always, Mom, Nikki and Dana.

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Chung-Koo Kim ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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21 October 2016

Dear Master Kim,

So many times have I thought of you and your kindnesses, your presence and your influence in my younger life.  Both you and Haeng Sook were so giving and gracious.  I want you to know that the deep gratitude I feel for life nowl was fostered at your home.  It was a refuge for me during a time of loneliness.  and need.  I wish you peace.  Haeng Sook , please, if you or your family members read this, I would love to hear from you.

With loving kindness, (metta)

Gay (Martin) Cady <cadygay@gmail.com>

26 October 2015

Fall and Halloween bring vivid memories of your dad – our best to you, Jean and Maggie!

From Tony

Tony Lee <dongkwan@mac.com>

2 October 2007

To Jean and Maggie,

My sisters and I remember you always. Your dad brought laughters, hope, and late night trips to Chinatown in our otherwise dreary existence back in the 70’s when things weren’t so good for us. I wish we could repay our debt to him, and wish only if he was here with us.. We’ve heard through the grapevine that you, Jean, moved out West. We last saw you, Maggie, with your mom at my wedding in the fall of 2000. I have been thinking of your dad unusually a lot lately. Maybe it’s my age, I don’t know. But I aim to visit your dad on his birthday this year. If either of you are near (or far) and would care to join me, call me up. It’s 240) 432-9044. Give my best to your mom, and stay well.

Best,

Tony Lee <dongkwan@mac.com>

01 October, 2007
Every now and then, the thought of him washes over me. Incomprehensible since we were only connected by incidental dots of our lives. Lesson number one: “We are all accidental tourist.” Curiously, I miss him. I miss him in the way that I wish the world was a better place for me and my sons. I miss him in the way that I wish the Man kind would be. I miss him in the way that makes grown man’s crying soothing. I miss him because I saw in him what a man could be, a beacon among churning darkness. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew of his weakness and flaws. Yes, he cussed, smoked, and chuckled at dirty jokes. Oh, he yelled at his Mom, his wife, and his daughters every now and then. But what could a man do amongst sea of women? To hear him tell how he kicked a taxi, riding along side, because the driver cut him off, was funny. He was on his beloved BMW, and he told it with glee. I’m not sure if there was a lesson in that one. But, when he told how he turned around in an elevator and frightened the be-Jesus out of a woman because he really was a frighteningly original looking guy, it was all about surviving with your tenderness intact. It takes a real man to not take himself too seriously, you know. And that woman might not miss him, but I’m sure she remembers him. Fittingly, he didn’t exit espousing some grand theory or enlightenment. He just packed it in. Did I mention how he prepared for his wife and children’s financial future? That his employers voluntarily made good not only the long past due pay checks that he somehow forgot to deposit, but for the months that he was absent due to his illness? You see, he had a way of connecting with people that was shrouded in awe and bound by honor. Yes. He packed it in the way most of us can only hope we would one day. What’s that you say? Only the good die young? I agree. And he was the best of the best. I miss him. May there be more men like Master Kim.

“architecto1” (architecto1@netzero.com)
30 September, 2002
I wrote these words the moment I got the message that he died on july 4, 1995.
A man
A man of honor.
A man of wisdom, insight and vision.
A man of honesty. Direct and gentle.
A man of strength.
A man of a spirit unbroken.
A man of persistence.
A man of greatness and humility.
A man of character.
A man of love, caring and giving.
Always wanting the best of us.
Challenging us to be our best.
A man that never gave up his values and principles that he lived by every day.
In everything he did he applied what he taught us
And then demonstrated so we can learn from him.
He always listened to us but did not except Our lousy excuses for not succeeding.
His advise was always direct and clear.
Always honest and sincere.
It did not matter if we agreed or not.
His advise was always on target..
Sometimes we didn’t understand but we always Realized his truth years later.
He was gentle when he could have killed us with His words (or his hands).
He will always be with us because he taught us well.
We are individuals that had the unique privilege
To be around when he lived on this earth.
His principles and values he taught through training
Will always continue and be passed on to generations
To come forever.
That is our responsibility to not let his teachings pass
In vain, not to be blown away by the winds of time.
Remember what he left us.
A gift to always be treasured,
To be preserved and protected.
A man of courage to stand up and challenge ideas,
Thoughts.
Always looking for the truth in all things and in us all.
A man of principle, looking for ways to get his message
Through our thick heads.
He tried so many ways. we were a challenge, but he
Succeeded because we will continued to reach for those
High ideals for ourselves to reach our pure state.
Tony arce
July 4, 1995

Mark Laderwarg (schwartz@ao.net)
28 June, 1998
I can never forget my first teacher (1966 – 1971)

Jimmy Demetri (JimD721@aol.com)
Sun, 15 Dec 1996

A River Runs Through It
In Honor Of Master Chung Koo Kim

In my youthful days by chance I wandered upon a Path,
     and the Path led to a magnificent River, singing a siren's Song.
Enchanted , I strolled along Its banks, listening.
I beheld a Man, and I knew the Song's source and Its heart.
Sun sparkled notes dance on golden reflections, in harmony with flowing waters.
I approached the Man, for my soul knew hunger.
The Man smiled and said Follow me and learn my Song,
     and know Its joy, for my Song knows your longing.
In time, I learned to sing His Song, and my soul hungered no more.
Sunlight sparkles, jasmine fills the air, twilight approaches.
The Man walked on, knowing other hungered as I. 
I too walked on, until I met the Others who knew this Song.
And I came to know the Path is not the road, but the friends
     made traveling along Its Way.
And the River I called Ji Do Kwan, and the Man, Master Kim,
     and the Song the Way.
And I know the Song as a River running through it, my life,
     and Its waters refresh my soul.

Jimmy Demetri
August 31, 1995

Joseph C. Preuhs (joepruce@early.com)
Mon, 21 Oct 1996

I am grateful to Master Kim for inspiring my instructor Rick Berry, who is from Chester, PA. I know that Mr. Berry broke away from Master Kim in the early 70’s and I really never knew why. Had I joined the Tae Kwon Do class just a few months earlier at the Boys’ Club in Media, PA. Master Kim would have administered my first test for yellow belt. It was a great loss to me because of the breakaway, Master Kim never returned to our School. I was around thirteen at the time and did stay to receive 1st dan. I learned many things as a result of Master Kim’s impact on our School. I felt compelled to write this because out of the blue on Friday October 18th I typed his name into a computer search engine and much to my suprise his name was there. I didn’t know it was his birthday and the page wouldn’t open for me but sadly enough I saw 1938-1995. I felt strange discovering this on his birthday. God is up to something for someone? Master Chung-koo Kim was of the best in the world, I’m glad I got some of that influence so I too can share it.

Joe Seda (JoeSeda@aol.com)
Fri, 26 Apr 1996

I am proud to post this virtual Monument dedicated to my HeadMaster, Chung-Koo Kim.

I shall be eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to share a priceless part of this noble and generous warrior’s life.

Though he has passed on to his next journey, his memory will live forever in my heart, and his spirit will always be with me.

May God bless his soul.

(HOPPYCASS@aol.com)
Thu, 2 May 1996

Thank you for everything: Your friendship, your generosity, your skill, your understanding, your patience and guidance. You gave me more than kicking and punching — Brush and sword in accord. Farewell.

Master Chung-Koo Kim ✵ 1938-1995

Master Chung-Koo Kim

Name at birth:  Chung-Koo Kim
Date of birth:  October 18, 1938
Place of birth:  Seoul, Korea
Date of death:  July 4, 1995
Place of death:  New York, New York, USA
Resting place:  Ridgewood, New Jersey
Submitted by:  Joseph R. Seda  (jseda@comcast.net)

 

 

A Tribute To Master C. K. Kim:

Born Kim, Chung-Koo on October 18, 1938 in Seoul, Korea, C. K. Kim was the son of a doctor. At the age of 14, he became the youngest student of the legendary Ji Do Kwan School in Korea, training under the venerable Grand Master Chung-Woo Lee. Eventually advancing amongst the senior ranks of Black belts, Master Kim grew to become a major force in the Martial Arts world. He was highly recognized among his peers, not only for his expert fighting skills, but also for his character and loyalty.

When Master C. K. Kim came to the U.S. in the mid 1960’s, he brought with him a method and style of fighting which to this day remains unsurpassed in excellence of skill and effect. A remarkably accomplished Instructor, he began teaching his dynamic Ji Do Kwan style, and within a few years was the founder of several Tae Kwon Do schools in North Carolina, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York.

Although known for his dislike of Instructors bragging about their rank, Master Chung-Koo Kim was truly one of the finest practitioners and teachers of Ji Do Kwan in the world. His promotion in January of 1984 to the coveted rank of 9th Dan, was the culmination of over 30 years of hard work and dedication. Through his efforts, thousands of men, women and children have witnessed the beauty of this dynamic Art.

In addition to his exemplary Martial Arts background, Master Kim was also a skilled photographer. True to character, he steadily advanced his photographic skills, eventually becoming one of the foremost medical photographers of the inner human eye in the United States. Accordingly, his skill and wisdom were highly regarded by the most respected medical specialists in the field of ophthalmology, and many of them routinely sought his advice. As with his Ji Do Kwan, Master Kim continued to use his refined photographic knowledge and skills to help enhance the lives of countless others.

After his marriage to Haeng-Sook Kim, he subsequently became the proud father of two daughters, Jeane and Margaret. Searching to find an established community which he felt would afford a healthy and comfortable environment for his family, C. K. Kim moved into a large one family home in the suburban town of Ridgewood, New Jersey. There he remained a highly respected member of the community, until his untimely death from cancer. Master Chung-Koo Kim died in New York’s Sloan Kettering Hospital on July 4, 1995, with his wife by his side, at the young age of 57.

Master Kim was a father figure not only to his children, but to his students as well. As a teacher he believed in the disciplined development of the person through Ji Do Kwan, and held a genuine concern for the overall well being of all his pupils. He repeatedly reminded each one to strive to be the best he or she could be, regardless of the task at hand. Through the implementation of unique teaching methods and amazing Martial Arts skills, Master Kim ignited a spark in the very souls of his students. In short, he was the driving force behind their own spirit.

Master Chung-Koo Kim, a great and noble warrior in the purest sense of the word, was truly a living legend. As his students, we shall be forever grateful to him for sharing a most precious part of his life with us. And through our loyal efforts, his legacy shall be passed on for generations to come. As he passes on to his next journey, we are comforted by one final thought …

 

The legend of C. K. Kim will never die.
 

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Eunice Robin Nabwami Kiggundu ✵ 1952-1995

Eunice Robin Nabwami Kiggundu

Name at birth:  Eunice Robin Nabwami
Date of birth:  30 Nov 1952
Place of birth:  Mugongo, Natete, Kampala, Uganda
Date of death:  03 Oct 1995
Place of death:  Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Resting place:  Pinecrest Cemetery, Ottawa
Submitted by:  Mathias Muleme  (mule2750@mach1.wlu.ca)

 

 

Aunt Eunice was the loving and loved wife of Dr. Moses Kiggundu of Carleton University, Ottawa, Ontario, mother of son Andrew J. and daughter Jacqueline C. Kiggundu. She survived by sisters Jessica and Susan and brothers Sam, Willy and Godfrey Lumala, all of Kampala. Born to the late Mr. Samuel Lumala and Mrs. Margaret Lumala of Mugongo, Natete, Kampala, Uganda. Aunt Eunice was someone who never failed to bring a smile to the face of anyone she met. Her determination is shown by her achievement of a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the University of Ottawa in 1994. After a four-year battle with cancer, she died peacefully at the Elizabeth Bruyere Health centre in Ottawa on the morning of October 3, 1995.

We love you Aunt Eunice, may you rest in Eternal Peace.

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