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April 15, 1924 – September 20, 2009
The Bay Area has lost one of its’ hardest working icons. Claudia was well known within the religious and charitable communities. Sister Killingsworth passed suddenly with the Lord blessing her with her wish. She was not sick or disabled, he simply took her home.
Claudia was one of six (6) children born to the union of Floyd and Paralee Cooley McKinney in the city of Sunflower Mississippi. She started school in a church built by her grandfather, Floyd McKinney, for the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). She received her early education in Mississippi, Chicago Illinois completing it at Southern Christian Institute “SCI” in Edward Mississippi where she met her husband James L. Killingsworth. She and James Sr. were married for sixty-five (65) years. She and husband James, are also alumni of Jarvis Christian College, Hawkins Texas. The Alumni for Jarvis Christian College at Mills Grove Christian Church, with the home going of Claudia, leaves husband James L. Killingsworth and Doris Barrett to continue their fundraising efforts for the institute.
Claudia accepted Christ at an early age, continuing with a strong faith over the years. Sister Killingsworth and her husband James Killingsworth Sr. became Charter Members of Second Christian Church, Disciples of Christ under the organizational skills of Rev. Peter C. Washington in September of 1949. On May 2, 1954, Charter members, Rowena Washington, Emma T. Robinson, James & Claudia Killingsworth and Floyd & Maurine Ward and other members of the congregation moved the church to a new location and became known as the grove Street Christian Church under the leadership of Rev. W.D. Elder. Mills Grove Christian Church became a reality on May 18, 1975 as Mills Terrace Christian and Grove Street Christian (DOC) combined their strength under the leadership of Rev. Eugene James.
Sister Killingsworth had been a member of the Ordained Diaconate Board of Mills Grove Christian Church (DOC) for many years. Her husband James Sr. serves as an Elder. She has been instrumental in serving the religious community within her church and to other churches in need of support. She continued to actively serve until the day before she was called home.
Claudia retired from the Food Services Department of the Oakland Unified School District after thirty-one (31) years of service. She was honored with a beautiful retirement celebration for her years of dedicated service to the students, parents and the Community of Oakland, as stated in her retirement program, “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.” Proverbs 31:10
Claudia works tirelessly with the East Oakland “Edes” senior citizens’ program helping to distribute much needed food and to participate and encourage others to maintain their activities in the exercise and trips made available. She also contributed the much needed emotional support. She was known at the Senior Center and in her neighborhood to be a source of love and comfort. During her early years of marriage, she found time to be a den mother for her son’s scout troop and other work with young people. She received several awards for her work with the youth. She was the caregiver for her aunt, Viola Grubbs who resided with the family for several years.
She also served the community through her several Masonic Affiliations, Regina Chapter#67, Order of the Eastern Star; Mary Elizabeth Court, Heroines of Jericho and Menelik Court, Daughters of Isis. She held many appointed positions with the Order of the Eastern Star. She was crowned as Queen of the Golden State Grand Chapter raising one of the long standing records of the highest amount of money raised. That money was used for Scholarships, baby showers for mothers at Highland Hospital. Through her affiliations women of her projects helped to raise money for scholarships, holiday baskets of foods, baby showers as mentioned above and items which were donated to homeless individuals.
She leaves to mourn her transition: Husband, James L. Killingsworth Sr.; Son, James L. Killingsworth Jr. a close companion Patricia Brewer; Two (2) grandchildren, Sonja Killingsworth & Leon Killingsworth (Kristina); Daughter-in-law, Adelma Killingsworth; four (4) great grandchildren, Avery 12 year. And Aiyanna Dueberry 10 yr. Ava 5 yr. and Ella 3 yr. She also leaves her sister, Hazel Page of Los Angeles; Sister-in-Laws, Edna Killingsworth of Oakland; Inez Killingsworth of Cleveland, Ohio; Nephews & Nieces David Killingsworth Jr., Fitzory, Stanley and Darlene Killingsworth all of Oakland. A host of members from her church and the religious community, as well as friends and those from the Masonic Family.
Claudia was always a very kind a giving person. She always had a smile and her favorite words were, “It will be alright” She will be truly missed in all the communities that she gave service.
“CWF (Christian women Fellowship) or The Youth Foundation
Mills Grove Christian Church (Disciples of Christ)
5410 Fleming Avenue, Oakland, CA 94619
Services 10:00 A.M. to 12 Noon
Chapel of the Chimes
4499 Piedmont, Oakland, CA 94611
Immediately after the church service
She is buried in Cedar Cemetery in Allentown, PA. She died in a horrible and freak sky diving accident. She didn't pack her own parachute once in the 75 or so times that she sky dived and it failed to open. When she was found in Dayton township, outside of Chicago, she still had the cord in her hand. Her helmet worked fine and was telling her how far she had before she hit the ground.
She was attending Johnson and Wales University in Miami, Fl. She was going to graduate that December. She had a boyfriend, but I'm not sure if they were going to marry or not.
My mom still talks to Alison's mom. Her mom, Kathy, seems to be doing good. She visits Alison's grave a lot. There is a Gazebo there looking over Alison's grave and Kathy sits in it when she visits. When I went back with my sister, we left little stuffed animals because she used to like them and I cleaned up her tombstone of the old grass from it being mowed.
Like I said, I don't remember much about Alison. I wish I did. She was really young when she moved out of the neighborhood and moved near Cedar Beach in Allentown, PA. However, every time my sister and her would meet, they would talk like nothing every separated them. And even though Alison is dead, I really do believe that Alison is watching over the people she loved.
26 September 2009
Who am I? In the world I am a nobody, but in Christ I am a Child of God. I am a Christian. God started speaking to me on a regular basis January 29, 2009 which was kind of cool, not the usual, but I’ve known Him for 27+ years so I had no issues with him speaking to me until June 6, 2009 when he told me the following (I usually write down what I hear Him saying to the best of my abilities):
6/6/09 – I am glad that you can hear the things that I am saying and you are right to say that you have a gift, for not all can hear the things of the Spirit. It is my wish that you listen to me closely for a time is coming when the sons of men will not believe that you hear My voice, but you must still listen to me for I must direct your path and tell you in which direction you must go. It is true that you have always had the ability to hear spirits. As you now know you have also seen them and there is coming a time very soon where I will open your eyes to these things. Many spirits speak because they want to tell you about the things that are tormenting their spirit selves. They cry out for revenge or serpentine because they cannot do what it is they want to do. Be not afraid for no spirit has control over you. You are protected by many angels who guard over you day and night. Be aware of your surroundings for many seek to speak to you knowing now that you can communicate with them. Not all have this ability, but it is true that I have given it to some. You say that you are a ‘sensitive’ which indeed you are, but in My Kingdom you are a Child of God, do not use worldly terms for they are misunderstood. My Kingdom is not of this world and it is best to think on these things. No demon has authority to touch you. I have given them authority to speak to you trusting that you can discern one spirit from the next. Know that I watch over you for you are very special to me.
My presence is in you. Do you see that when you feel me in your legs that it is I that you sense. I want you to know when it is I because you will sense when others are among you but you will not feel them in your legs for usually the senses of the supernatural are felt in the neck and back, that is not Me, that is another. Your thighs and legs, that is I who speaks to you and who is in your presence.
There is coming a time very soon when you will hear the voice of many spirits. You are to take charge over them for not all of them are of me and many will seek to destroy your perception of reality. Know that I have called you to this place. Know that I have called you to step apart from other men. You will be persecuted at first for they will say that this is not of God but soon after miracles will flow through you with a mighty force that has never been seen before. Know that this is Me and that it is I working through you. Yes you will raise many from the dead, some you will have seen prior to bringing them back to this life. It is my will for when they come back they will help you destroy Satan and his stronghold on men. These things are taking place and you will see them start to manifest before your eyes. Tonight, be ready, my will is taking place in the Nations. I am here with you and you are protected. Be willing to do my will. Go forth in peace and understanding. It is okay to speak these things forth for it is my will for you to delve into My supernatural power for the spirit world is not evil, Satan is evil in his self, not in the spirit. I love you; do not worry for these things must take place.
Ok, I don’t know how you took that but it freaked the hell outta me. If you knew me you would know that I HATE scary! Hate scary movies, stories, etc. Don’t watch suspense or thriller movies except on a rare occasion; I like FUNNY and HAPPY. A while back I was on YouTube watching flicks on angel sightings and came across fallen angel sightings so I watched a couple. One freaked me out so bad that as a grown ass 33 year old woman I was walking around the house trying to do house work sensing things and saying out loud, “I don’t want to see one, I don’t want to see one!” I was scared that I was going to see one, which was weird because I never have, or so I thought. I found out soon after that when I was just a little baby, three years old and under, demons and/or spirits used to torment me in what our family calls the brown house. This didn’t stop until after my mom accepted Jesus and became a Christian. My mom’s Christian friends came over and prayed over me and the house and told the demons and/or spirits to leave me alone in the name of Jesus. My mom says that one day at about age three I was standing around the house and said, “They are gone!” and never had issues since. This explained my fear of not wanting to see them.
It is hard to explain everything and all the details of my experiences, but I want you to understand some of why God said the things that He said above. I did have an encounter with God (or the Holy Spirit) to where I know when He is in my presence. My legs burn as if on fire. This was happening for months but not so much anymore.
Another note, when God told me these things about spirits speaking to me I freaked out and didn’t talk to God for a week or so and tried to contact any spiritual leaders who have experience in this stuff. I didn’t trust that God knew what it was that He was doing. The advice I got was, “The bottom line is that all supernatural things should drive us into a greater relationship with the Holy Spirit. He is our tutor and our guide.” I wanted someone to guide me, but they were leaving me in God’s hands.
Now to the supernatural or spiritual happenings, some of which I have documented in my journals.
6/15/09 – God spoke to me again like he had been every day for many months. (At this point I forgot about what I wrote above for the most part, it scared me so I blocked it out and never reread it.) God started telling me about my neighbors. I bought this house a year prior to this date and have met my neighbors but don’t know them. He told me that my neighbor to my right had hardened his heart towards Him and that the neighbors behind me were tormented by evil spirits. Not even giving it a second thought I prayed and asked God to send His angels over to remove the evil spirits from the house – wouldn’t any good Christian do this?!? Sometime later that evening I heard screaming, but it wasn’t screaming in the natural it was in the spirit. I could almost see it, a very angry ugly woman flaying her arms around and her matted hair moving with them. She/it was screaming in anger and from the bottom of her throat, a deep scream, not shrieking, as if to get my attention. I said, “Yes?” “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” was the response. I immediately put two and two together and told the evil spirit that I was a Child of God and to leave me alone.
I’m a little confused on which day this happened because I wrote things down days later but I believe it was the same night on 6/15/09 a little after the screaming spirit spoke to me. Another spirit contacted me and said her name was Stephanie but I couldn’t understand what it was she was saying, it was as if she couldn’t get the words out, so I blocked her out. Then soon later a third spirit spoke. This one was a man who had a deep manly voice, very distinct sounding. He said his name was Joseph Young. He asked that when I brought people back from the dead that I also bring him back so that he could tell people that he was deceived.
In the previous months God had been telling me how he was going to invade earth with his supernatural power and do miracles that have never been seen. One being people raised from the dead who I think He called men of old, I took this as people who have been dead for many years not ones who just died. Like I told you earlier I am a Christian but my mom and her whole family were Mormons so the Joseph Young name seemed to be Mormon but I thought Joseph Smith was the Mormon dude. I went online the next day and this is what I found out.
8/17/09 – So then about three weeks ago I felt something pinch my ankle so hard it woke me up in the middle of the night and I was so scared I pretended not to feel it and acted like I was still asleep.
Last Sunday, 1 week ago, I had previously heard this guy talking about his book, "When Pigs Move In" and he said how demons get inside of people, etc. and it is about deliverance. So Sunday night I felt something go up my spine and I started having intense fear (in the front part of my brain). Fear is not from God so I prayed that any demons would leave my house, my room and my body. In the spirit I saw a demon come out of my head screaming for about 1.5 feet and then it vanished, I also sensed two other spirits leaving at the same time but only saw them as shadowy or misty.
Last night Satan, or a stronger demon than the rest, kept trying to talk to me and I've done everything I can to close him out. I was telling my mom about this so she could continue to pray for me.
At one point I felt a shadow, pure evil, in my room hovering over me. I was filled with pure terror and remembered hearing someone saying that Satan cannot reside in the presence of praising God so I laid there not moving while speaking praises to God and soon a blanket of God’s glory covered me and the evil left.
Everything had gotten so bad and scary that my mom and dad prayed over me like her friends had done when I was a little girl rebuking Satan and telling the demons/spirits to leave me alone and praying for God’s protection in the name of Jesus. A few days ago I would have said thank the Lord those days are over but the night before last, a spirit spoke to me but I quickly realized he was not of God and stopped listening. My haunted house is no longer quite so haunted, lately it feels like a home again and I am grateful for that.
I think God was teaching me a lesson about the spirit world. I think he was showing me that it is all real, showing me how witchcraft works, showing me that people really are tormented, showing me that Satan’s biggest weapon is fear, and most of all showing me that He would protect me when I am in that kind of spiritual situation. I have also learned how to deliver myself from demonic oppression, in Jesus’ name.
25 September 2009
This one is what I like to refer to as my Calvin Klein ad. Of course I never modeled for Calvin but if I did I'd imagine it to look like this. It's actually a pic I didn't know was being taken. I was out hiking and somebody randomly snapped it. Of course I did some editing by basically making it black and white.
I'd also like to present the pic I call the Wolf Man. I decided to grow my beard out because I was on vacation at the time and had no reason to shave. I think all guys go through the phases of the wolfman. My hair is naturally curly so I tried to grow it out once but like most guys, or should I say cool guys, I figured out real quick that when you have naturally curly hair it's best to just cut it off.
This is the pic I call the Afro pic. This is the longest I've had my hair in about 18 years. Everyone kept bugging me to grow it out and I kept telling them I hated it. As you can see it was hot that day and it made me extra sweaty. So shortly after this pic was taken I shaved my hair back off. Needless to say...hate my hair...
So here I am...my name is Joe and I'm addicted to cemeteries. Please disregard that last picture. One of those that I knew was being taken because I took it myself, I look like a goon and have I mentioned I hate my hair?
24 September 2009
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22 September 2009
You read that right. Family Tree. I know nothing of my great great grandparents. Most people don't. I feel a little bit more connected to them since I found out where they were buried and my mom showed me pictures of what they looked like.
Buried in Northwood Cemetery in Emmaus, Pennsylvania, my great great grandparents are peacefully resting. William H. Meitzler, born July 1 1872 and died July 29, 1932, married Katie, born January 25, 1877 and died February 14, 1942. I don't know much about them. I wish I did. The sad thing about family trees is that when someone doesn't right it down, the knowledge of the dead's existence on earth means nothing. What is left is stones that will leave us guessing if that person was related to us in some way, shape, or form.
What is amazing to me is that my grandmother, Mammy Carl, gave my mom these old pictures she found. They are from her side and her mom's side of the family. My great grandmother Laura Meitzler, was a Beiber (big name for this area). Katie and William, I think, are her in-laws.
I don't know what they died of. I don't know what their personality was like. I know nothing of them. My grandmother doesn't remember much of them.
UPDATE: While in the middle of making this post, and right before I published it. I decided to call my grandmother. I asked her about Katie and William. She doesn't remember much about William. She did tell me that he died of appendicitis. Katie she remembered a lot.
Katie was an illegitimate child. Her mom wanted to marry the father but that didn't happen. Katie's maiden name was Hart. She was not Moravian like my family currently is. She was episcopalian. She prayed on her rosary every day and she also read her bible on a daily basis. As you can see from the picture, she was over weight. If genetics have anything to do with it, I think I can thank her. However, she couldn't get into a car because of her weight. She had to sit in a lounger and not a regular chair. And, from what I understand, she always had a clean house. She was also a good cook. My grandmother doesn't know what she died of. Being overweight and back in the 1940's, her death could've been caused by a number of things. It could've been her weight on her body. Diabetes run in the family. It could be many undiagnosed conditions. So thank you Mammy Carl for giving me a little information into my great great grandparents life.
19 September 2009
Jayne's untimely death was a result of a car crash. She was in Biloxi, Mississippi with her two children, her lawer, and her driver were in her 1966 Buick Electra 225 when it hit the rear end of a tractor trailer that had slowed down due to mosquito fog being sprayed.
Of course, there were rumors and urban legends surrounding her death. The most famous rumor was that her body was buried in Fairview Cemetery, Pen Argyl, Pennsylvania and her head was buried in Hollywood but that isn't true. There is a cenotaph in Hollywood for her but it has the incorrect date of birth on it.
Just a bit of trivia though. Some good did come out of this tragedy. Her death caused the NHSTA to have an underride guard installed on all tractor trailers. It is known as the Mansfield Bar.
Although today Ghirardelli's mausoleum is located on Millionaires Row in Mountain View Memorial that was not always the case. It seems that the family originally had a mausoleum at the adjacent St. Mary's Catholic Cemetery. As the story goes, As a young man Ghirardelli was a supporter of Garibaldi for the unification of Italy. It seemed that Garibaldi had differences of opinion on this subject. Garibaldi was exiled to South America and was exiled in 1836. Garibaldi's exile may have shaken Ghirardelli's faith in Catholicism. Thirty years later that faith would be destroyed. Ghirardelli had a teenage niece Aurelia who became gravely ill. A priest was called to give her last rites. Family members have conflicting stories about whether there was a bad rain storm or if the priest felt Ghirardelli hadn't given the church enough financial support. So Aurelia died without being given her last rites which infuriated Domingo and devastated Ghirardelli's deeply religious wife Carmen. Ghirardelli then forbade any of his family members to ever enter a Catholic church again. With this act still weighing on him Domingo had the mausoleum you see above built at Mountain View complete with a Masonic emblem above the door which was considered inappropriate by Catholics. Once it was ready, Domingo and his two sons went to St. Mary's in the dark of night and took the 4 bodies that were at St. Mary's and laid them to rest in the newly built mausoleum.
I found that story while just researching Domingo himself. I like the whole dark of night body stealing. I can't find any hard evidence that Ghirardelli was a freemason but an interesting story nonetheless...
18 September 2009
I was cemetery exploring in Emmaus, PA and I came to this little cemetery on 2nd street. There was a mausoleum in there and it was overgrown and not really taken care of. Shame for it really. I feel a little bad for it. I can't even tell who was buried in there. You can't even see the door it is so over grown.
I tried to get on top of it, since some of it is in the ground. I didn't feel real comfortable doing that since the ground felt soft. I even tried to open up the door to the gate and it was so full of plants that it can't move. I tried both sides of the fence and building and you can't see anything.
At this point I just gave up. I figured, forget it. I went to go to my car and I saw a little window in the back. I got on my stomach to see inside. It was dark and very cold. The smell that came out of the mausoleum was something that I never smelled before. It was musty and moldy. It was like a bad perfume that someone kept because of the cool looking bottle and it went rancid. I decided to take some pictures through that little window. Some of them were a little freaky.
When it came to the photos of the inside, it was very dark and I had a very small space to work with. I couldn't move my camera and I couldn't see where I was pointing. I got a concrete slab, which I don't know if it was a tomb to just a bench. I even got a picture of the ceiling in all it's deteriorating glory. But the one that confuses me the most is the picture of the door.
This picture of the door just fascinates me. See the little white balls by the opening on the door? My lens wasn't dirty. This was the first picture of the inside that I took. If it was dirty, all my pictures after words should be dirty. They could be cobwebs, but there wasn't any cobwebs in the window that I could see. It could be ghosts, but I have my reservations about that theory. Either way, this mausoleum was just creepy. Maybe it is full of ghosts or maybe it is the mystery that surrounds it. I am not sure, but it is worth making a trip there again.
Jimi lived a short difficult life. His mother had him when she was only 17 and had a difficult time with Jimi's father Al. After Jimi's brothers Leon and Joseph were born Jimi's mother left his father and he only saw her here and there until her death in 1958. Jimi turned to music to give him an outlet. And thank God he did because I feel like in a few short years he was able to bring awareness to the world. Sadly Jimi died at the age of 27 years old on September 18, 1970, 39 years today of drug related complications. Jimi's music is timeless and will continue to influence and speak to generations to come. His music will always live on even though Jimi himself will not. I hope to be able to visit Jimi's gravesite in Greenwood Memorial Park in Renton, WA and pay my respects to the legend.
It looked to me like it said "Salara". I looked inside and I didn't see anyone with that name buried inside. I could still be way off on what it said. And it could just be someone decided to scratch their name at the steps. I'm always a skeptic when it comes to ghosts and all that stuff so I think I'm going to need some more convincing. I just found this one more strange than anything. Like the saying goes "Guess you had to be there"
17 September 2009
When I looked in one of the old sections of the cemetery, I came across a tall tombstone with an iron fence around the area were the body was buried. I looked down and there was potted flowers on the grave. This person died in the 1800's and there were flowers on the grave. I thought it was amazing. I took a few pictures and I went home to do some investigation.
This is the grave of Lydia Singmaster, born June 11, 1779 and died December 17, 1863. She is the daughter of Jacob van Buskirk, the first native born Pennsylvanian to be ordained as a Lutheran Minister. Her father-in-law, James Singmaster, broke away from Solomon's UCC and made St. Matthews in 1868, which happens to be the church next door. That explains the second old section of the cemetery. From what I have gathered from the book, Heart Language: Elsie Singmaster and her Pennsylvania German Writings, her daughter-in-law, which happens to be Elsie herself, was an author with publish works.
With all of this interesting history from this one tombstone and a little time in a few books, I want to go back to Solomon's UCC and see if I can find Elsie Singmaster and Lydia's father, Jacob van Buskirk. Now, I am intrigued by this cemetery and look forward to another trip there, except the second time, I might bring flowers myself.
16 September 2009
15 September 2009
Henry S. Crocker 1832-1904
Clara E. Crocker 1845-1910
In 1856 Henry founded the H.S. Crocker Company Printers. Promising to deliver the best printing services the West Coast had to offer. Over 150 years later H.S. Crocker Co. is still in business.
It took me 3 trips to Mountain View Memorial in Oakland, CA to get a decent picture of this memorial. I kept getting too close and cutting off part of the feet or the sun wasn't right. It was always something. This has always been one of my favorite statues. Up close she is so lifelike and the detail on the robe is phenomenal.
14 September 2009
About a month ago, a few of us went off on a mission. The mission was to find the grave of Alphonse Capone. We knew he was buried in Mount Carmel Cemetery, in Hillside, IL. But I did not right down any other information. I remember that I read it was to the right, right after the entrance. Big question, is which entrance. I though it was the main entrance. So, we drove from the side entrance on Roosevelt to the main. Locked the car and started walking though this large, old, beautiful cemetery, searching for his burial site. We searched for over an hour and decided to get back in the car and drive around, as the cemetery is huge! While driving, we noticed a parked car in front of us, with some teenagers and an adult in it. I asked my friend, "what do you think they are doing?" - we were not close enough to see.
13 September 2009
Lt. Robert Semple saw the Carquinez Strait. Most of the land north of the strait was owned by Vallejo and the two men came to an agreement that they would form a town here. In December of 1846 Semple was granted half interest in the land tract on the condition that he name the town after Vallejo's wife Francisca Benicia Carillo de Vallejo. Francisca was actually the original name of what we call Benicia today, however it conflicted with the more popular city of San Francisco. It was then decided that it would be called by Francisca's second name Benicia. In 1847 Semple sought the assistance of a prominent American settler by the name of Thomas O. Larkin which you may remember from the post on Cypress Lawn in Colma.
Established in 1847 just after Benicia became a town is Benicia's City Cemetery. Nestled on a hillside and overlooking the Carquinez Strait the cemetery is still in use over 150 years later. This is one of the few cemeteries I have been to that was established prior to California becoming a state. It was a hot yet beautiful day when I visited and I could see a sailboat race in the distance as I snapped a wide angle picture. I was playing with the settings on my camera and figured out that my camera had some capabilities that I wasn't aware of. When we set out this day it wasn't to visit Benicia at all. We were actually making our 3rd attempt to visit St. Catherine of Siena in Martinez only to be disappointed by the Martinez Police Department once again. We waited and waited for an officer to come to the police department where you have to pick up the keys and nobody ever came, although we did see at least 4 drive by the police station. So deciding not to lose the entire day we headed to Benicia.What I observed while visiting this cemetery was that many of the headstones and family plots in the older section have fallen into disrepair over the years. Most likely this was caused by erosion, neglect and as usual vandalism. Little by little things are being done here to help restore some of the plots in the older section. But for some, I'm afraid there will be nothing anybody can do but wonder what they used to look like. With so little history still available to us it's always disheartening when you see signs of vandalism in and on historic places. People need to be educated. Just a guess but I'd bet most kids these days couldn't even tell you when California became a state. It's disheartening. People often ask me why I bring my kids to cemeteries because they most people don't understand why I myself visit them. I simply tell them that I do this for the education, beauty and serenity. Of course bringing the kids sometimes diminishes the serenity I feel it's still necessary to educate them not only in school but in anything I can find around me. To close this post I'd like tot show some pics I got by playing around with the settings on my camera.
This shot was taken in a darkened sepia. I took it on manual mode and liked the sepia effect along with the shadows. I'm not a professional photographer of course so normally I'd take this into photoshop and doctor it. This time I chose to use it's raw format.
This is a landscape shot in black and white. Once again untouched. I like black and white photos because they give the picture an old time feel.
This is the last shot I'm going to post today. I probably took over a hundred pictures that day and this is probably my favorite one. It's another sepia. I like how it has an antique look.
I would like to thank everyone for reading my blog and giving me a reason to continue. If anyone would like to be a guest author and post anything about a cemetery, family member or anything else that may be related to this blog I'd like to encourage that. If you have your own blog it would be perfectly fine with me if you want to post something and plug your own blog in the process....until next time...
11 September 2009
10 September 2009
Birth: Feb. 12, 1958
Death: Jan. 5, 2009
Feb. 12, 1958 - Jan. 5, 2009
Dino lost his battle with cancer Monday, January 5, 2009. He was the back bone of the family. Whenever we needed him he was there 15 minutes early, ready and willing to pick up the slack. Our family couldn't of made it this far without him. He was "Uncle Dino", our hero and our friend, loyal and consistant til the end. He lightened the load to our hectic lives, and made the pressures of life easier to withstand. We thank the Lord for blessing us with such a tremendous man and loyal soul.
His suffering has now ceased and peaceful eternity has begun with God our Father. Dino was preceded in death by his mortal father, Libero Magnani, and close long-time friends, Chuck Sanchez, James Moises, and Rob Mantle. We find comfort that they were there to greet him at the gates of heaven.
Published in the TimesHeraldOnline on 1/8/2009
I purposely left out the names of his surviving family out of respect for them. Thanks to hnybnch at Findagrave.com
09 September 2009
*After a little more research and $3 I was able to locate an obituary...
March 15, 1988 - April 26, 2008
Andrew J. Wasson, 20, passed away Saturday at Kaiser Hospital in Vallejo.
A celebration of life will be held 3 p.m. Friday at the Clubhouse of Sterling Heights, 150 Rankin Way, Benicia.
Memorial contributions are preferred to Bank of America, Benicia Branch, account No. 0105017151.
Arrangements are under the direction and care of Twin Chapels Mortuary, Vallejo (707) 552-6696.
This was found in the Times Herald