The World Wide Cemetery

Name at birth:    Clyde M. Jenkins 
Date of birth:    March 4, 1921 
Place of birth:   Belvue, Kansas 
Date of death:    July 23, 1999 
Place of death:   Nampa, Idaho 
Place of burial:  Cremated, Ashes scattered in the Pacific Ocean
                  near Depoe Bay Oregon.

Submitted by: Joanne Bayless (orca0024@aol.com)

Dad served in the US Army during WW II. He proudly served at Normandy on D-Day and at the Battle of the Bulge. He was married to Joan Cuthbert and they made their home in Nampa for many years before moving to Lincoln City, Oregon. Dad was known to many people as the “KING OF LING”. He was also referred to in the Idaho Statesman as “THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA”. People came to Depoe Bay and would request to fish on the boat that “Clyde”, “The Old Man Of The Sea” was fishing on. His great love was his family, fishing and hunting. His wife Joan was always in his heart. His children wish they would have had more years together with their dad but the years they did have were the BEST. Clyde is survived by his wife Joan Jenkins; daughters and their spouses, JoAnne and Bob Bayless and Marsha Martineau; grandchildren Tina Bayless O’Malley and her husband David; Tasha Bayless Zupo and her husband Scott; BobbiJo Bayless; Alex Bayless and his wife Robin and Trinity Griffin and her husband J.J.; great grandchildren, Shantell O’Malley, Teak O’Malley, Kylie Zupo, Alex Bayless, Chelsea Kennedy, August Kennedy and Saraea Griffin; Sister-in-law, Margaret Jenkins; nieces Sandy and her husband Tony Bradshaw & their family, Connie Sue Jenkins and her son. He was preceded in death by his parents, Perry and Bertha Jenkins and 3 brothers, Harry Jenkins, Ervin Hupe, and Harold Jenkins. Dad will be sorely missed by his family and friends that he left behind. I just want everyone to know that I was Blessed with the Best Dad in the whole world, he was the most Gentle, Kind, Caring and Fair man in the world. And I will always thank god that I was lucky enough to call him My Dad! I Love You, JoAnne.

IN MEMORY
When I must leave you for a
little while
Please do not grieve and shed
wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you
through the years.
But start out bravely with a
gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my
name
Live on and do all things the
same;
Feed not your loneliness on
empy days,
But fill each waking hour in
useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort
and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
and
hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to
die,
For I am waiting for you in the
Sky!

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Name at birth:    Sidney Bruce Jacobs 
Date of birth:    December 16, 1949 
Place of birth:   Gadsden, United States 
Date of death:    July 31, 1992 
Place of death:   Altoona, US 
Place of burial:  Hill Crest Boaz, AL. US

Submitted by: Joey Jacobs (joeyjayj@hopper.net)

My Dad was a great man, if he saw anyone without a shirt and it was his last shirt he had he would’ve given it to someone. He died when I was ten (10) years old. He was an acoholic, at which he could not help. He is the father of (3) three children total me, my brother, and my sister. He committed suicide. I know it was a tough decision for him, but I also know that he is alright and is in heaven. I don’t get to hug him or talk to him, or go fishing with him anymore, which is one of the most important things I miss. But the most impo- rtant thing I miss is having a dad. It gets tough. After my dad died my friends and family (on his side only) completely deserted me and my mom leaving us by ourself, except one cousin on his side which is about 50 years old. Her name is Kay Simmons, owner of Simmons Auto Parts of Alabama. She has been a true friend to us since then, and before. Since my dad has died I really became attatched to my mom, I go where she goes,when she goes. There isn’t anywhere she goes that I don’t. I don’t know whether or not I am clinging on to her because she is all I got, but I know if I lost her I would go crazy. She is the only parent I have left besides a step-dad at which I like. My dad was the best man I ever knew, we didn’t have much money but he was a hard worker and so was my mom at first he told my mom “no wife of mine is going to have to work, we’ll make it” but she went to work anyway, on her own free will. I am now about to be 15 years old July 5, I deal with being without my dad everyday. Always remember to respect your parents for you do not know your last minutes with them.
Joey Jacobs

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Name at birth:    Katherine Georgia Gambo 
Date of birth:    8/22/1925 
Place of birth:   Dowell, IL USA 
Date of death:    7/2/1998 
Place of death:   Arlington, WA USA 
Place of burial:  Everett, WA USA

Submitted by: Melanie Baird (melbaird@msn.com)

Mother

“Time flies,”everyone says.
It’s frightening sometimes
to look in the mirror and see
the evidence of that.
So often, we don’t take a moment
to say what’s in our hearts,
and then, when it’s too late,
we wish we had.
I’m taking a moment now, Mom,
to tell you this…
When I was a child, there was
so much I couldn’t understand,
like how hard you worked
and how much you sacrificed
for our family.
There were dreams you had
to put on hold
and dreams that never came true.
You must have felt frustrated
sometimes, no doubt,
and at times even full of despair.
Yet you never gave less
than your best to us.
You didn’t have an exciting career
or beautiful clothes.
You never traveled the world
or drove a fancy car.
Every day, you looked after us,
worried about us, fed us,
and loved us,
without expecting anything in return.
You see, Mom, I know now
and understand
that you actually gave me two lives:
my own… and yours.

Mother,
Thank you so much for all you gave to me and to my children you were our “Sunshine”. You will be in our thoughts and prayers and memories forever. God Bless you Mom, be at peace and know I am sorry I was not there when you died, but we all were there to say good-bye to you, you would have been pleased. I miss you more than you would ever have imagined, and have “cried” more tears than you would have ever thought, but I am strong because of you. One day I believe we will be together again, but until then I keep you in my heart and see you in the faces of my children and will continue to love you forever.
Melanie

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Name at birth:    Jeanne Margaret Roark 
Date of birth:    23 Dec 1928 
Place of birth:   Douglas, Az, USA 
Date of death:    5 May 1996 
Place of death:   Pasadena, CA, USA 
Place of burial:  June Lake, CA. in the wind

Submitted by: Carolyn E. Anfinrud (Carolyn859@aol.Com)

You are very missed….we lost you so suddenly and unexpectedly.
You are remembered everyday in our thoughts and are held
close in our hearts. Life was difficult at times and we can
only hope that, in death, you are at peace. The girls miss
you very much. You were their “Grandma Mine.” There is no
place for us to visit…there is only for us to remember.
I wish you could be here for Stephanie’s wedding and to
see Ashley and Danielle grow up. I can only hope you’re
watching. It has not been easy dealing with your death.
It was a shock…but this monument has given me a place
for you to be remembered. I love you Mom and I do miss you.
Be at Peace.

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MICHAEL E. HRYNKO Michael was the second born of Edward and Alvira Hrynko. He had two sisters, Jan and Nancy, and a brother, Don. He struggled through school having above-average intelligence and being well-liked by all his teachers, who questioned why he was “not working up to his potential”. Though he completed four years of college, he never earned a degree because of his refusal to complete the language requirement successfully. In 1979 he married Peggy Gresham. He worked for many years as a computer programmer until the birth of his first son, Jack, in 1989. At that time he resigned his position and spent the next ten years being “Mr. Mom” to Jack and Dan, who was born in 1991. It is wonderful that he spent those years with their sons, as they will have only the many memories of him to last them the rest of their lives. He was a VERY dedicated and loving father, son, brother, husband, uncle and friend. His lifelong struggle with sub- stance abuse was the only thing that got in the way of these relationships. Over four years ago he succeeded in ending the use of one substance, but after the death of our Mama in June of 1998, the other substance, alcohol, maintained a tight grip on him. This January, in his search for answers and in an effort to be a better role model for his sons and a better companion to Peggy, he began working with a therapist and attending AA meetings. His last six months were a mixture of successes and failures in his struggle with alcohol. He was ALWAYS more aware of the failures. In his quest for answers as to why this was such a difficult battle, he went to yet another therapist, finally prepared to face a demon he had lived with since he was eight years old. She diagnosed him as having ADD and believed that he had been self-medicating with alcohol. That happened only ten days before he was killed in an accident. He was just beginning to see the positive effects the medication was having on his life. Michael was very happy to get the ADD diagnosis. He said it made him feel “liberated” and like he “was not crazy” after all. He told me that he was “hesitantly optimistic” that it would be part of the answers he was searching for in an effort to improve his life. It did explain why he had been unable to “work up to his potential” in school. He did NOT have the time to address the problem that had been effecting his life DAILY since its occurrence. Michael had been reading books in an effort to better understand what had happened and in preparation for address- ing the issue in therapy. He had just started down the road to recovery when his time ran out. My brother will be deeply missed by all that knew him. He never was able to feel all the love that surrounded him while he was with us, but I believe he is aware of it now. He and our Mama will help us get through our grief and carry on until we can all be together again. I desperately hope he has found the peace that so cruelly evaded him in life. Michael brought more joy and happiness to those of us who knew him, than he ever realized. Now it is our task to see that his legacy lives on, that his warmth and kindness are spread daily and that his memory is ALWAYS in our hearts. Rest peacefully at last, Dear Brother, and send us all a sign that you are content, with Mama’s hands cupping your face lovingly. I LOVE and MISS you, Michael, and ALWAYS will. Your BIG sister, jan XOXOXOXO :’-(

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