There is a bridge of memories From earth to heaven above. It keeps our dear ones near us - It's the bridge that we call Love. It takes us back to brighter years, To happier, sunlit days And to precious golden moments That will be with us always. |
Eric William Thomas Christian Oct. 4, 1971 - Oct. 3, 1993 |
"When Eric was in seventh grade, he went on a school trip to Holland to visit the house where Ann Frank hid out with her family during the war. Before he left, I gave him fifty dollars and told him it was his 'fun money' and he could buy what ever he wanted. When he returned from his trip, he presented me with a beautiful ceramic tile tray. The four ceramic tiles depict a wonderful Holland windmill scene. I knew that it must of taken up nearly ALL of his spending money. He just smiled and said, "Mom when I saw it, I just knew you had to have it." It sits out on my kitchen counter to this very day. Forever and always to be cherished...." ~Eric's Mom, Kathy~ |
Christopher Lee Anderson AKA 'Topher the Flying Squirrel' May 4, 1978 - July 21, 2000 "Chris had all kinds of animal friends and he was fascinated by the unusual. We often went camping over Memorial Day and this was how he got his nickname at the age of 5. The entire family was there - Lee, Maxine, Dawn, Chris and Gramma Margaret. We always called him Topher but that night there was something flying above us as we sat around the campfire. His Gramma was hysterical thinking it was a rabid bat and covered herself completely in blankets - if we had any garlic she would have used that too! Well Chris was the mischief and he decided it would delight him to no end to give his Gramma one more jolt. So he backed way up, grinned to us and leaped into Gramma's blankets trying to nibble her neck. Well heads banged and Chris lost his first tooth! I knew all the time it wasn't a bat but a flying squirrel and thus he was so named 'Topher the Flying Squirrel'." ~Chris's Mom, Maxine~ |
"When Shane started kindergarten, we lived 1 block from the school. On the first day of school they had a special thing that the kids and their parents got to participate in. We were not allowed to go into the classroom with them the first day, we had to leave them at the door, but then we went outside the school and around to the windows of their classrooms, and placed our hands on the windows and our children were in the classroom and they came to the window and put their hands up to ours. I think all the Mom's were crying. I left the school that morning feeling really low, and when I got home there was a heart laying on the kitchen table cut from construction paper, it had "I love you mom, from your son, Shane". Written in very broken 5 year old handwriting. I just broke down and cried. I could not believe Shane had left that for me." ~Shane's Mom, Tina~ |
Shane Lee London March 6, 1984 - May 22, 2000 |
Steven Wayne Campbell-Wilman Aug. 24, 1981 - May 13, 1997 |
Steve at 14 |
"My dad's name is Justin Byron Tudor. He was a very special person. He lived for 51 years before ending his life on May 29, 1989. He was a father of 2. I remember growing up, living with my mother when they got divorced. When I was younger, I loved seeing my dad and spending time with him. My father lived on a lake. He and I would always go swimming in the summer, fishing off this "barge" that we had. I remember catching fish after fish, having my dad clean them. I remember how good they tasted because I was the one who caught them. I remember my pet nickname from my father, he called me "Mandi son" even though I was a girl. Looking back at my dad's life I realize that I have a great father who loves my sister and I enormously. " ~Justin's daughter, Mandi~ |
Justin Byron Tudor May 29, 1989 |
Frank W. Atkinson, Jr. Dec. 5, 1924 - March 15, 2000 |
"This was Dan's first and last Valentine for me - a wonderful surprise." ~Danny's girfriend, Tina Mueller~ |
Dan Benke Nov. 27, 1959 - Feb. 23, 2001 |
David C. Gayken Oct. 8, 1951 - Oct. 28, 1997 |
"My brother, David. So many memories ... When he smiled, his eyes would twinkle like the stars. A bit mischievous at times, I remember as children, him painting mustaches on my dolls. He was the best mechanic on the planet and his pep talks ... how well I remember ... could make you believe you could do anything. Generous, loving, caring, my brother and my friend, so full of life and so much depth to his soul ... Thank you brother, for a lifetime of memories. We miss you so incredibly much." ~David's sister, Nanci~ |
"We used to live very near a park in Lewiston. The kids would go up there a lot and look for softballs that had been hit over the ballpark fence and lost in the bushes. One day, Steve comes home from the park with this white Benjy-looking mutt in tow. Skinny, boy was that dog skinny. It looked like it might have been tossed out of someone's vehicle (or maybe fell out the back of a pickup) as it's hip was all scraped up. Steve begged and pleaded for me to let him keep that dog. No, I said. The next day I came home from work and there was that dog in our yard which was surrounded by chain-link fence. I yelled at Steve and told him to get the dog out of our yard. The next morning, the dog is back in the yard. I told Steve ... again ...to get the dog out. Steve swore he wasn't letting the dog in and again much begging and pleading to keep the dog. I said if the folks who lost or dumped the dog didn't come and find it by the time I got off work, I was calling the pound. After work.....the damn dog is in the yard. Steve isn't even home yet! Out goes the dog and I get on the phone to call the dog catcher. As I am looking out the back door here comes that dog, climbing over the fence!!! Steve comes home about then and the dog goes nuts. He is just so tickled to see Steve. Steve is smiling until he looks up at me on the phone. Never mind, I told the dog catcher and hung up. Steve's face was a wonder to behold! He named the dog George and George cried mournfully for 2 weeks after Steve died. They had been inseparable for over 2 years." ~Steve's Mom, Fern~ |
"He and my mum met in amateur dramatics, so long ago (about 1951?) he adored acting, theatre, actors, old movies. He used to take me to church Sunday mornings then we'd go for a drive in the car and sit in the car and look at the green hills (usually wet - we were in Northern England!) and then he'd tell me long involved stories. Usually about scary/thrilling movies or books - I loved it!!! I felt cosy, special and loved his warm smooth voice in my ear. I miss those drives, but will treasure the memory of the sound of his voice forever." ~Frank's daughter, Carolyn (AKA Megg)~ |
James Francis Berry "Frank" Aug. 1926 - Oct. 1984 |
Memorial Day 1995 - "I'm 7 months pregnant, sitting on the side of the road watching the Heritage Day parade go by in my small hometown (where I grew up). Strom Thurmond (oldest senator in U.S.) drives by in the parade in a red Cadillac. Afterwards, here comes my Daddy - riding a John Deere tractor, wearing his John Deere outfit with a straw hat on his head - pulling a trailer with hay, watermelon and the garden club behind him." ~Frank's daughter, Fran 7~ |
"Cesar was a sensitive, intelligent, lovable, funny and kind person. He was the typical big brother for me, we got into fights and we hung out together, usually both at the same time. He took me out with him and his girlfriend and friends when I had nothing to do. He let me go fishing with him we went to the movies together he'd come up to my workplace and bring me lunch from Jack In The Box, and we'd eat together on the grass he did so many things for me. A great memory that I have of the two of us was when we went to Mission Bay to catch octopus together. There I was, sitting on the rocks waiting for him to come up from under the water, and all of a sudden his hand pops up with an octopus wrapped around his fingers! I was so excited and so was he, and we were just looking at each other and at the octopus laughing, and all of a sudden it slipped out of his fingers! So the next thing I see are Cesar's feet pointing up and going under water He came out empty handed, but we didn't care because he had caught one! I miss you so much, Cesar! Hope you catch a lot of fish up there!" Loved and missed by his mother, Marisa, his stepdad, Norman, his little sister, Barbara and his brother-in-law, Nick. |
Cesar Martinez Farpon Nov. 26, 1972 - July 21, 1999 "I am at peace. I have never left" |
"Jeff loved music and dancing. He was the kind of person that would "lend a hand" to anyone. His heart was"Huge". One day in April of 93, he asked us what he would have to do to have a talent show ...... after lots of research, he was told he had to have a cause. Jeff decided he would have the show to raise money for the "Homeless" people of Canyon County. He did all of the work, printing programs, scheduling auditions, etc. Businesses were eager to donate things to him for his cause. Jeff didn't have to spend ANY money for this show. The talent show was a huge success. He raised $500.00 for the Homeless people. We were so proud of Jeff. Special Memories we will hold in our hearts forever." "We Love you Jeff, and miss you so much," Love, Mom (Sandi) & Dad |
Jeffrey Ray Cox Nov. 5, 1974 - Dec. 14, 1999 |
Tabatha Gayle Anderson April 3, 1986 - March 14, 2001 "Tabby" |
Tiny's loving daughter |
"It was Easter the year we had this picture taken and Ben loved going anywhere with his daddy, even to the photographer's! But this photographer wanted several poses and Ben was getting tired, so by the time this shot came, he wanted nothing but his daddy to hold him and it turned out perfectly. It almost shows the start of their close, close relationship. Everywhere Roy went, Ben went with him. Once when Ben decided that he didn't want his dad to go off to work, he actually put a bunch of nails in the driveway, so the car would get a flat and Ben would have his daddy all to himself that day! He thought - but it didn't work, much to Ben's dismay!" ~Ben's Mom, Tami~ |
Benjamin Murdock Dec. 8, 1980 - July 17, 1997 "Ben" |
Kerry Duane Richardson Jan. 12, 1977 - March 19, 2000 |
Loved and missed second son of Gary & Chris Richardson New Ringgold, PA |
"I have a lot of funny memories of JR, he was the funny guy in the family. One special memory of him is the day he spent over an hour in the bathroom trying to get his hair "just right" . Ha. Everyone else was just at their wits end to be the next one in line for the bathroom when he suddenly appeared at the door with the biggest smile on his face. He thought his hair was just perfect. He kept strutting around like it was a piece of art. I'll tell you the funniest thing was when he stepped off of the patio and a bird flew over at just the right moment, if you know what I mean ! Needless to say all of our eyeballs were floating as he did an about turn and went right back into the bathroom to start all over again. We were all standing outside the door rolling on the floor laughing because our sides hurt so much ! " ~JR's cousin, Sheila~ |
Wilson G.Sanders Jr. "JR" May 26, 1970 - April 14, 2000 |
