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John Brocklebank Hawken ✵ 1905-1972

John Brocklebank Hawken


Name at birth:	John Brocklebank Hawken
Date of birth:	30 08 1905
Place of birth:	Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada
Date of death:	13 10 1972
Place of death:	San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
Resting place:	Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada
Submitted by:	Margaret G. Brauer née Hawken (brauer@interaccess.com)

	Came to Believe 

	The leaves fell
	From the trees
	Last month

	The trees 
	Look dead

	But I believe
	They are alive
	And that 
	The leaves
	Will come again

	The sun set this evening
	And it became 
	Very Dark

	The world seemed abandoned
	By the light

	But I believe
	The sun will rise
	And
	Light will come again

	I wonder what it is
	That makes the leaves return
	I wonder what it is
	That brings the sun again

	I believe 
	That I will try 
	To believe 
	In something more 

	Perhaps
	In 
	Some one more.

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Joseph Patrick Hauck ✵ 1976-1995

Name at birth:  	 Joseph Patrick Hauck 
Date of birth:  	 02/05/1976 
Place of birth:  	 Elkins Park, USA 
Date of death:  	 27/08/1995 
Place of death:  	 Villanova, USA 
Place of burial:  	 Holy Sepulchre, Philadelphia, PA, USA

Submitted by: Laraine Colwell (lennon98@erols.com)

“You expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that you can do, or any kindness that you can show to any fellow creature, do it now. Do not defer nor neglect it, for you shall not pass this way again” Author Unknown

“The secret of life is contentment; if man is content with himself, then he holds the foundation necessary to share his limitless capacity for love with all humanity and ultimately be a success.” Joseph Patrick Hauck (High School yearbook quote)

“Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did.” Life’s Instruction Book #346 (High School yearbook quote)

Joe,

There is no doubt in my mind that you are the nicest person I’ve ever met. I’m not sure whether or not I’ll ever meet anyone as nice as you were. You always cheered me up when I was down. Just thinking of you made me happy. In some way, you still somehow manage to cheer me up.

I love and miss you so much. I wish there were more people like you in our world.

So many people are mean to me and put me down. You were never mean or put me down, and I am grateful for this. I’ll always love and miss your kindness, your generosity, everything about you. I’ll always treasure the moments we spent together, I’ll always treasure the memories I have of you. I don’t have many good memories of my life, the ones I have of you are the best. Now, as I look back upon my life, I’m glad I knew you. Your smile was contagious to me! I’ll forever remember you fondly. I don’t remember a single bad thing about you and that is the truth.

Joe, I love you. I always have and I always will. A place in my heart you will always and forever stay.

Love you.
Love,

Laraine

To whomever reads this:

As you can probably already tell, Joseph was a warm and kind person. He was born on May 2, 1976 at Rolling Hill Hospital in Elkins Park, PA. He attended Presentation B.V.M. for grade school, and St. Joseph’s Preparority School for High School. He died of Meningoccocal Meningitis on August 27, 1995. As of today, November 27, 1995, he would be a sophomore at Villanova University in Villanova, PA. Joe did many good things for others. He had volunteered at a camp for homeless children and there was an outbreak there. He lost his life, which he loved, helping others. That’s what Joe’s life was about, helping others. He will forever be loved and missed.

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Sylvia J. “Candy” Harte ✵ 1927-1996


Name at birth:	Sylvia J. Levy
Date of birth:	1 June 1927
Place of birth:	The Bronx, New York, U.S.A.
Date of death:	26 April 1996
Place of death:	Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A.
Resting place:	Palm Green Valley Memorial Park, Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A.
Submitted by:	Harold Harte (halharte@ix.netcom.com)

“Candy” is survived by her loving family – Husband, Hal; Daughter, Janna Sadloski of Ellington, CT.; Sons, Lon of Palmdale, CA.; Rick of Vernon, CT.; and three Grandchildren, Mara, Joe, and Matt. Also many, many loving Friends and Family. Her time had come too soon. Days come and go, and you continue to be in our daily thoughts. We miss you so very, very much.

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Mary Harkins ✵ 1920-1994

Name at birth:  	 Mary Perret 
Date of birth:  	 27 May 1920 
Place of birth:  	 Philadelphia Pa. 
Date of death:  	 4 October 1994 
Place of death:  	 Marlton NJ 
Place of burial:  	 Calvary Cemetery  Cherry Hill NJ

We know you are with us.
We can feel your presence in our lives.
We will always hold you close to our hearts.

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Brianna Hanson ✵ 1985-1994

Name at birth:    Brianna Hanson 
Date of birth:    13 November 1985 
Place of birth:   Anaheim, California - USA 
Date of death:    09 August 1994  
Place of death:   San Bernadino, California - USA 
Place of burial:  Burton cemetery - Rexburg, Idaho - USA

Submitted by: June Hanson (DKJCG@aol.com)

“Didn’t He say He sent us to be tested?
Didn’t He say the way would not be sure?
But didn’t He say we could live with Him
forever more, well and whole
if we but patiently endure?
After the trial we will be blessed
but this life is the test.”
Janice Kapp Perry

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Luke Jacob Hansen ✵ 1984-1996


Name at birth:	Luke Jacob Hansen
Date of birth:	30/4/84
Place of birth:	Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Date of death:	22/3/96
Place of death:	Saas Grund, Switzerland
Resting place:	New Berlin, Wisconsin, USA
Submitted by:	American Community School (amcomsch@emirates.net.ae)

Luke was a great friend who was great at everything. He was a leader, an athlete, and a sportsman. Luke will always stay in our hearts.

American Community School, Abu Dhabi (UAE)

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Yvonne Hannon ✵ 1916-2002

Yvonne Boucher & Fred Hannon

Yvonne Hannon (right) and Rita Theriault

Sons Gerald, John and David, with their mother


Name at birth:	Yvonne Boucher
Date of birth:	December 8, 1916
Place of birth:	Bathurst, Canada
Date of death:	June 1, 2002
Place of death:	Bathurst, Canada
Resting place:	Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada
Submitted by:	Gerald Hannon (gerald.hannon@sympatico.ca)

If you did not know my mother, you might think she died a poor woman. Little money, no car, no house, no expensive clothes. But we who knew her know she died a rich woman. She knew that the richest people are those who give everything away. She gave us many things, but I want to talk of only three.

She gave us the gift of her laughter. One of my earliest memories if of her reading bedtime stories to my brother John and me, and starting to laugh, and making us laugh until we could not stop. I know that laughter was a strong bond between her and her best friend and companion Rita and Rita’s sister Jackie, and we would hear stories of nights and days of laughter on the banks of the Nigadoo River, and if that got helped along by a little gin and tonic, that was just fine. She had the nurses laughing whenever she was in the hospital. She had the ambulance attendants laughing all the way to Moncton once. You cannot think of my mother without hearing her laughter.

She gave us the gift of her sense of adventure. My mother would try anything. When she was 50, I took her and my brother David to Mexico — three days on the bus. Put her on a donkey for a six-hour walk in the mountains to a primitive village. She didn’t hesitate for a minute. She loved it. Young people felt at ease with her. They saw the same spirit in her that they felt in themselves.

She gave us the gift of understanding what love is — that you become richer in love the more you give it away. Love meant protecting us, nurturing us, laughing with us, crying with us. Love meant kissing the pain away from a scrape if we fell. It meant putting pennies away till she could put a twenty-dollar bill in an envelope and mail it. It would mean something a little different to all of us — to my brother John, to his wife Liz whom my mother loved as the daughter she never had, to my brother David, to his wife Donna and their children, Trevor and Corrine, to her friend Jackie, to her best friend and companion of more than 20 years, Rita. I pray that somewhere she knows that, that she made us understand love, and that it is coming back to her now with the same richness, the same intensity, the same laughter and today, the same tears, as she gave to all of us.

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Elena Fermentera Hamilton ✵ 1946-2000


Name at birth:	Elena Fermentera Muana
Date of birth:	25 May 1946
Place of birth:	San Francisco, Cebu, Philippines
Date of death:	30 June 2000
Place of death:	Tujunga, California, USA
Resting place:	Guinobatan Cemetery, Kalsada, Guinobatan, Albay, Philippines
Submitted by:	William L. Hamilton (bhmlton@wgn.net)

Born to Lucas Muana and Tomasa Fermentera. One of seven children. Godmother was Sofia Fermentera.
She helped many people and never asked for help from anyone.
Beloved by many, she will be missed. She had a magical ability with children and animals. She never met anybody she didn’t like.
Taken from this world too soon. She is in peace with no more suffering now.
Survived by husband, William L. Hamilton.

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Robert Marshall Hall ✵ 1936-1995

Name at birth:    Robert Marshall Hall 
Date of birth:    December 23, 1936 
Place of birth:   Boston, Massachusetts USA 
Date of death:    October 25, 1995 
Place of death:   Boston, Massachusetts USA 
Place of burial:  Wildcat Mountain

Submitted by: Judy Rogers ( Rogers396@aol.com)

He stilled the storm to a whisper;
the waves of the sea were hushed.
They were glad when it grew calm,
and he guided them to their haven of rest.

I Love you Bob,
Judy

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Kristen Gove Crowley ✵ 1968-1996 (friend)

Larry Wayne Hall ✵ 1956-1993

Name at birth:  	 Larry Wayne Hall 
Date of birth:  	 05-17-1956 
Place of birth:  	 Mobile, Alabama, USA 
Date of death:  	 9-10-1993 
Place of death:  	 Dallas, Texas, USA 
Place of burial:  	 Laurel Land Funeral Home (cremated)

Submitted by: Judy H Hall (JudyH61854)

A million times I’ve needed you,a million times I’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you,you never would have died.
If all the world were mine to give,I would give it, yes and
more, to see you coming up the steps,and walking through the
door. To hear your voice, to see you smile, to sit and talk
with you as before. But the voice is mute and still the heart
that loved me well and true. Bitter was the trial to part
with one so fine as you. To be with you the same old way,
would be my fondest day. You are not forgotten Love, nor will
you ever be, as long as life and memory last, I will remember
thee. It broke my heart to lose you, but you did not go alone,
for part of me went with you, the day God called you home.

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