Friendship
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This has been sent in by at least 3 people...... Sylvia Davenport Franke (LHS 63), Linda Jones Reynolds (HHS 62), and Penny Prouty (HHS 62). It has been modified to fit this page, but the essence has been left to ponder. Thanks girls. Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening it deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!!!!!!!!!!
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade. Treasure every moment that you have, and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special; special enough to spend your time. And remember that time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their heart to us. Please let your friends know you're there, and that you care. Have a great day. |
This from Joyce Savisky Chance '62
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Life goes by so fast.... Around the corner I have a friend, In this city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone, And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell, And he rang mine. |
But, we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men, Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name, "Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim", "Just to show that I'm thinking of him", But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows, Around the corner - yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir....... Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. |
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If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets. | |
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George was the guy in the neighborhood that every parent wanted their son to grow up to be.He was the poster boy for the All-American boy. From his crew-cut to his tube socks, George's physical nature made success in all sports effortless and his mental nature made success mandatory. He could beat you, one-on-one, in anything from ping-pong to tip-in, but he never made you feel like you were a loser, only second best. You always wanted to have George on your team no matter if your goal was to win or to have fun because with George as your teammate, both were inevitable. It may have been difficult to live in the shadow of three older brothers, but the education received at the hands of Art, Bobby and Dennis were invaluable life lessons that added to George's character -- after the bumps and bruises healed. George's mother was the calm in the eye of the hurricane that went with the territory. Bunk, the Gross patriarch, was a larger version of Ozzie Nelson. We all knew he went to work but nobody knew what he did. I remember fondly all the wonderful high jinks that took place on 118th St. (near Birch), a bastion of concentrated testosterone that was the Gross family fortress. Lots of skid marks on the street and blood on the basketball court. A great way to grow up. George spent nearly 40 years in the company of his loving wife, Carol. I envy her for the time she had with him, and also share in her sense of loss as do all of George's old friends from the hood (Phil, Roger, Lance, etc.). We didn't have to come home in the evening until the street lights came on. George must have seen the lights come on. We'll miss ya. Jim Schroeder HHS66 |
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Claudia Shout passed away on Dec 29, 2007 from Lung Cancer. She was born on March 29, 1953 and was in the class of HHS 1971. She had been married but divorced and had no children. Her parents preceded her in death just a few short years ago. She was a very true friend and would have done anything for anyone if needed. She will be very sorely missed but she is at peace now after the fight she led with this disease. She lasted longer than the doctors even thought because of the fight in her, which was a blessing to all that loved her and didn't want to see her go. Claudia, old friend, rest in peace. We love you and will miss you!!!!!! Joyce (Carpenter) Ahlberg |
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Teacher and Mentor 
I sit here overcome by a great sadness over the passing of a friend. He was more than a teacher to not only myself but to many others who came before me. He taught those of us who thought ourselves misfits that it was OK to not conform to the mold of a jock, a cheerleader, student body president or most popular on campus. He taught us to relish our nonconformity as much as he relished his own. More than that he taught us about the ability to succeed in life while still being different or even “weird” as most of us were labeled.We were the kids who sat under the tree next to Nyman Hall at every break and lunch period. There were those of us who found it difficult to conform even to going to class who were there literally EVERY break and lunch period. He had a way to connect to everyone, conformists and misfits alike. He showed us the strengths in our weaknesses, helping those of us who needed it how to excel and how to take pride in achievement. He threw us all together in the same sandbox, campus VIP’s and the painfully shy. Amazingly the “popular” taught the “shy” confidence, while at the same time learning humility from those of us who were not used to, or more often than not, ran from the spotlight. Play productions were his masterpieces. Not because we were producing works of art, but because we were his kids, and he never ceased to hold our allegiance and admiration. He took kids from all walks of life, social standing and popularity and made us not just come together, but to take pride and ownership in the finished product. I always marveled how at every production there were always students who had gone on to graduate who made the trip back to help out if they could, or to just hang out with Danny. They would tell us individually how hard it was to graduate and leave because these were the best of times for them - working with Mr. Fix. We were the class of ‘76 and as such, pretty much his last hurrah as far as play production. In the end, I guess he found it just as hard after our graduation to say goodbye to us. He would show up at weddings, birthdays and the celebrations of our successes. He made it clear to all of us that not only were we his friends also, but that he loved us as much as we loved him , and that it was truly the best of times for him as well - working with all of us.. He is gone now, and all the memories of this incredible man both overwhelm and comfort me. Memories of painting his house red, white and blue for the bicentennial, which he thought was just about as corny as anyone else. Memories of sitting on the steps of Nyman Hall on a Saturday and hearing him roar up on one of his Harleys. Memories of the example he set being a single man raising two small children at a time when it just wasn’t done.
Many people will remember Danny as the eccentric little man with the loud cackling laugh and wild personality. Although there was much more to him than that, as attested to here, I guarantee no one will ever forget him - especially us, the kids under the tree. Ken Littleton Class of ‘76 |
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Francine Eileen Gradillas February 27, 1958 - March 7, 2005 HHS Class Of 1976
30 years ago Francine and I were ready to take on the world. Our goal was to hurry up and finish high school so we could get on with our lives. Even though we ended up walking different paths our friendship and love for each other always endured.
Our 20’s were wild and crazy times. We’d dress up in our disco outfits, jump into my 66 Chevy station wagon and hit the dance clubs. I can still see Franny on the dance floor with her hands up over her head and her beautiful smile beaming. All heads would turn to see the cute little brunette do her thing. I would constantly request the DJ to play “She’s a Bad Mammer Jammer” and have them dedicate it to her. She would give me one of her, “I’m gonna get you for this” looks but she’d get out on that dance floor and dance her little heart out.
Franny knew herself very well and didn’t care if we would tease, lecture, scold or preach to her. She’d just let it go in one ear and out the other. We all know that Franny was not the most ‘punctual person’ and we’d all give her hell about being late all the time. She’d just shrug her shoulders and say, “Well honey I’m sorry”, with one of her big smiles. Franny was also a pack-rat. Every time I came over to her apartment I’d ask her “Why in the world do you have all this stuff????” She’d say, “Oh, I’m gonna sort all through that stuff soon”. What she would end up doing is just moving the stuff from one side of the room to the other. It never bothered her if we didn’t understand why she did certain things. She just walked to the beat of her own drum.
Our 30’s came and went as fast as lightening. I moved to Texas in 1992 but Franny and I stayed in contact with each other. We’d have cocktail parties over the phone and sometimes we would talk for hours about all our old times and escapades. We’d laugh our heads off and sometimes cry too. I could tell Franny my deepest, darkest thoughts or fears and she’d always find a way to help me understand and make sense of things. She was loyal and a source of strength whenever I needed her. Even though the miles separated us I always knew I could call her any time night or day and she’d be there for me.
And now here we are in our late 40’s and my precious Franny is gone. I truly believe Franny was happy with her life except for her limitations from lupus. She chose a simple life and found joy in simple things like a rainy day, or reading a good book. She loved cats and old re-runs of “I Love Lucy”. She loved Fleetwood Mac songs. She loved the mystic and mysterious. She loved her friends and family. She loved all of you and she loved me. She looked at life through rose-colored glasses and could always find the good in someone, even when others disagreed.
They say “Time heals all wounds” but an eternity would never be enough time to heal my broken heart. My grief goes beyond all words and I know that each and every one of you feels the same. Perhaps the only comfort we can give to each other is to learn from Franny and pay tribute to her by loving others the way she loved us. We can look for the good in others instead of being so quick to judge. We can find joy in the simple things and live our lives according to our own terms and walk to the beat of our own drum just like she did.
My precious Francine, I will love you and miss you all the days of my life. Thank you for loving me.
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This tribute to Francine Gradillas is from Dusty (Driscoll) Williams, a friend of hers for over 30 years. I could not attend her funeral in California after she passed away on March 7, 2005 from complications of lupus but had a friend read this tribute at her funeral service.
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HHS Class Of 1962 
It was a shock to learn that Laralee Brevig passed away from an automobile accident. It seems as if I have always known Laralee. Not only did we go through grade school together, but we were always together through our church activities at Del Aire Baptist Church in Hawthorne. Laralee was vivacious, outgoing, funny, kind, and generous. She had a smile that would brighten up anyone's day. It causes me to reflect on the many, many wonderful moments we shared. If we were not at my home listening to music, or playing games, we were at hers. Her mom would always bake brownies and serve lemonade, while we had marathon ping pong matches with my brothers and half of the church kids. We went on beach parties, overnight slumber parties, dances, church camps, and one special trip to Arizona, where we stayed on an Indian church reservation. We went on spring break. It was well over 100 degrees. We poured concrete for a basketball court. We had the experience of sharing the Indian culture and food, while making new friends. The most fun was when we all went swimming in an irrigation ditch. It sounds odd, but it had a small waterfall, and was like a small, private lagoon. It was so much fun. Laralee moved to Colorado where she had her own jewelry business. She was very close to her daughters, and I know that they must miss her very much. Laralee was a very special person, with a big heart, even bigger smile, and was always ready to lend a hand. I will miss my friend, but I know that we will meet again one day. It is comforting to know that our Christian faith will bind us together, and continue to comfort her family.
God speed, Laralee |
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In Loving Memory of Randy Chapman HHS 1971
February 5, 1953 – February 23, 2003 
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Where have you gone, my darling one? Are you on your own? Are you having fun? Is it someone to hold when you need it bad? Is it uncontrolled like the love we had? Does a day go by like a memory? Do you ever try to remember me In an automobile or a crowded bar? Well, I hope you're alright where ever you are And if you are still within the sound of voice over some radio I just want you to know you were always my only choice And where ever you go then I still love you so, if you're still within the sound of my voice. In the dead of night, do you hear me call? Something’s quite not right, no ones there at all Did you make a mistake? Was it in your head? Was it really me talking to your heart instead? And if you are still within the sound of my voice over some radio, I just want you to know That it always made me rejoice Just to have you so near There's a place for you here If you're still within the sound of my voice. I am calling like the echo of a passing train the cries one last time before it fades into the distant hills and dies I am sending out a message like a ship out on the sea in distress but only you can send a lifeline out to me. Are you still within the sound of my voice? Why don't you let me know I just can't let know if it's wrong then I have no choice but to love you until I no longer have a will Are you still within the sound of my voice Are you still within the sound of my voice
I miss you Ran – Forever yours |
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HHS Class Of 1960 |
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WE HONOR A LIFE TODAY
WE CELEBRATE A LIFE TODAY
LET FRIENDSHIPS BEGUN Joyce Savisky Chance |
WE REMEMBER A LIFE TODAY
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Mary Ann died July 31st, 2005 from Cancer.She was a child hood friend since 3rd grade. I will miss her red hair and all the mischief we got into together! Patt Prewitt Deckard | |||
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Does He see His likeness,
Does He see a child of God,
What about the other folks,
When someone looks into my eyes,
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When I reach out and shake a hand, Is He right there in my grip. Can they feel that strength from God, That steadies when I slip.
When folks are in my presence,
When other people think of me,
I try to be like Jesus,
I'm afraid that I have failed,
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I have had to fight my flesh, Since the day that I was born. It's always causing trouble, And being such a thorn.
That's why His Spirit dwells in me,
He knew I'd never pass the test,
Now I try to be like Him,
Other folks should see the joy,
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They should begin to ask me, What is it they must do. Just how it is they go about, Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them,
Someday when I'm face to face, Thank You Lord by Chick Velasco |
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09/29/64 - 01/13/05 www.stevedimmick.com Class of 1982 Contact lizsoto@ix.netcom.com The website above is dedicated to Steven Dimmick who has taught me to be optimistic and grateful for everything that I have in my life. Steven Sanchez |
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Phillip died of a stroke on August 13, 2000. He had suffered with Diabetes for many years. He was 58 years old.
He left behind his wife of 34 years and a son and daughter. And two grandchildren.
He worked for Pacific Bell for 32 years, and he served in Viet Nam in 1965
He is missed by all that loved him.
He will forever be in my heart.
His loving wife, Nancy
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Glenn Kerger 11/14/63 - 08/13/05 |
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He was formidable on the AYSO soccer field @ Dana, was always picked for All Stars.
Was on the HHS Football team 79-80. Glenn never married and was living in
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Judith Bitney HHS Class Of 1958
Andrea Quartucci, Class of 81
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My Mom, Judith Bitney, graduated from HHS class of 1958. She passed on March 7, 2005. I miss her more than I ever imagined. She had been living with diabetes for 37 years. It finally took its toll. All my siblings and I also graduated from HHS. I enjoy reading Cougartown feedback. Its sad that my first input was on the Tribute page.
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Lisa Swankier HHS Class Of 1978
Lisa was my sister and the things I remember most about her are her smile, her beautiful blue eyes, and wonderful laugh. We didn’t have it easy growing up and didn’t have much money but, as children, we always had each other. As adults our ways parted and we weren’t quite as close. She really deserved so much more as an adult as well as more time to enjoy life. She is at peace I know. She will always be in my heart, she will always be my little sister and I will remember her always.
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Swankier, Lisa L. a 42 year resident of Los Angeles , Hawthorne High class of 1978, passed away on Thursday, December 2, 2004 in Los Angeles. Born in San Diego, CA, Lisa was 44 when she died of unknown causes. Lisa is survived by Mother, Patricia Mayes of AZ; Father, Thomas Swankier of CA; and Sister, Linda Flores of CA. She is buried at Desert Lawn Cemetery in Bullhead City, AZ. Memories from people who knew her can be listed on the obituary posted on www.lafuneral.com, last name search "Swankier."
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Patricia A. Webb March 6, 1966 - December 15, 2004 Patricia "Tricia" Webb was 38 years old when she died of cancer. She had a beautiful uniqueness about her. If anyone knows Tricia's humor she would make everybody laugh. She looked at life as a glass globe and every time you would shake it something knew would appear. She was always content never made a big deal about situations. Her favorite hobby was photography. She traveled often, driving through states or visiting Europe. The special moments that I would miss about Tricia would be her smile & laughter, dancing & singing oingo boingo songs, her love for cheesecake and not being afraid of being alone. I will always remember our good times that we shared. I know that you are in a peaceful place. Thanks for a wonderful twenty-five year friendship Ingrid (Schulte) Jones - Class of 84 |
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HHS Class Of 1969 
Susan Horn Quinn passed away on July 13, 2003. She left three daughters, April, Alison, and Erin along with her parents, Betty and Ernie Horn, her brother John (’66) and sisters Karen (’71) and Marilyn (’78).
Sue gave so much to everyone she knew. She was the center of our family and is missed every single day.
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I graduated in 1963 but I remember him well as a very likeable guy who was friendly to all who came in contact with him. It was a very sad day when Dean left us in May 1968, but his memory lives on and whenever possible I go to Inglewood Park to pay my respects to him and his sister, father, and mother. If there is anyone out there who can contribute any information regarding Dean and the legacy he left behind, please let me know. Love you Dean Linda Huthmaker |
I want to say how much Dean Stafford (Class of 1960) was liked and admired by all of us at HHS.
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HHS 1970
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Watching the sun bake, All of those tourists covered with oil, Strumming my six-string, On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top
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Jo Ann Wisman-Fowler My big sister looked out for me in life, and in death, taught me the true meaning of the word courage. I miss her every day.
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HHS Class Of 1955 
Betty E. Murphy, 66, of Reno, Nevada died Tuesday, Dec. 31, 2002 at Physician's Hospital For Extended Care. Betty passed away in her sleep from complications of Alzheimers. Betty was a school teacher for the San Jose Unified School District until her retirement. She also worked for 9 years at Kids Kottage of Reno and will be sorely missed by all her friends and family. She is survived by her husband, Sean Murphy; daughter, Eileen Hunter and her husband, Randy Hunter; son, Cal Brabandt; grandchildren, Kinzey and Brendan Hunter and her beloved nephews, Matthew, Michael Davis; great niece, Gabrielle and niece, Michelle Toste. Betty attended Hawthorne High in Hawthorne CA and graduated from Oregon State Univ in 72 with a BA in Special Education. Her love of education and her love of children combined beautifully. S. Murphy |
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Bendette Jenkins My sister Bendette Jenkins graduated in 1969. She passed away on 10-7-97. She had a long struggle with Multiple Sclerosis. Anyone that knew Bendette, knew that she had a terrific since of humor and was just so much fun to be around. She was married to George Chavez and has a son named Beau. We all miss her terribly but her fun spirit is with us always. Sandra Jenkins |
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February 2, 1952 - August 12, 1973 HHS Class Of 1970
He was CIF Champion in 1970. If there are any wrestling fans from those days out there i.e. Rick Barrows, Coach Yost; there are others, I'm sure. They will recall the exciting rivalry between Dan and Mira Costa's Willeman, but Dan prevailed @ CIF finals. What an exciting time!
Anyway, he came from a humble background but was mightily determined to change the way his life was going to go. He went to El Camino and received a scholarship to Gunnison University in Colorado and was preparing to transfer to UNM in the fall of 1973. Unfortunately, his dream ended on August 12, 1973. He was a great guy, a good boyfriend to have in high school, and a good "first love" for me. Wow, hard to believe it has been 30 years.
Thanks.
Laura Gilchrist
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There is a tribute I feel is missing. That of Dan MacErnie. He and I dated from our sophmore year until we were 21 when he was killed (murdered) in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
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Jeanne D. Sutton 1953 - 1971
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Jeanne was my little sister, the "baby" of our family. She passed away on May 8, 1971 just a few short weeks before she would have graduated from HHS. Not many people at HHS knew Jeanne very well. She was very quiet and shy around others, but at home and in the "hood" she was in her own element. Jeanne was special. At a very early age my mom noticed she seemed to have to work harder than my older sister, Deana, and I just to do everyday kinds of things. My mom sought help from her early teachers and was told "Don't worry" But finally in 3rd grade, Sepulveda's Mrs. Nelson (nee Stancotti) got my mom a referral to UCLA's NPI facility for testing. It was the late '50's/early '60's and no one had heard of ADD/ADHD. No kids were taking Ritilin. The Dr.'s at UCLA told my folks that Jeanne's ability to concentrate for any length of time was impaired. So began Jeanne's journey through the education systems of Wiseburn and HHS. Actually for the times they were using standard protocol which was so-called "special education". What it was in reality was isolation and often humiliation. Thank God we have learned so much more in the past 50 years about learning disabilities. Jeanne survived those years because at home she was just one of the family. She loved to get together with her best friend, Susie Carroll and listen to music and do the usual "girl " things. We spent at lot of weekends at Lake Elsinore, water skiing. She turned 18 in April and was looking forward so much to graduation in June. That May what appeared to be the flu turned more serious and she was hospitalized and we learned of a whole new medical problem -- Viral Heart Disease and before we knew what hit us, she was gone. She gave so much to those who loved her and asked so little in return. I still miss her to this day. To all of you who passed her at school and smiled and said hello -- God bless you!
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HHS Class Of 1972 
Michael W. Clark was born in Inglewood, California on May 1st,1954 to Dorothy & James Clark. He was raised in Hawthorne, where he was active in little league & all other sports any American Boy would enjoy.An excellent student, Mike graduated in 1972 from Hawthorne, where he gained respect from all who knew him as a true friend & generous ally. In 1975 Mike graduated from El Camino Jr. College with an Associate of Arts Degree, his desire to aquire the means to "better - himself " lead him to continue his higher education with un flinching resolve. 1977 marked his graduation from Cal State Dominguez Hills with Bacheolor of sciences degrees in both Accounting & Computer Sciences. Michael continued to approach his life with strength and honor , never settling to just get by , but" be the best" and leave his mark on everything he attempted. After attaining the second most difficult degree in California , he moved on to the challenge of employment. Northrop Corporation, Aircraft Division hired Mike as a financial systems analyst, in the late 1970's when research was under way to develop a "stealth' aircraft. During the fifteen years with Northrop, this man demonsrtated a boundless commitment to work . Mike Clark's integrity, leadership & knowledge proved valuable to the people who worked with him daily and to his family and friends. These accolades are truly given to a man of rare worth , yet to those who knew Mike and had the privilage of calling him friend , words can not complete an epitaph. For you see Mike suffered a major spinal cord injury which left him quadripligic for twenty-five years . In 1969 as a Sophomore , this brave Cougar made a desicion to live beyond his injury. Success in any endeavor was Mike's approach to life.An inspiration to all who've been touched by his charm and honest face. He will be remembered as "COACH" by many little league players who have gone on to become men now, carring with them an eternal piece of Mike's good will, courage , strength and ambition. Mike found passion in many interests, hobbies and pass-times. Relaxing was something that Mike approached with gusto! From his flawless woodwork to court side cheers for the Los Angeles Lakers Basketball Team. Mike thrived on the energy of others . Even weekend outings were full of preparation, detail and enjoyment, because Mike loved life. His deep appreciation of all sorts of music brought joy to others.
In 1988 kidney failure marked a decline in Mike's health. The last few years of his life were filled with complications , none of which detracted from his motivation. Mike never gave up ! I believe that Mike continues to enjoy all he loves . . . Neil Larson HHS 1971 |
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HHS Class Of 1967 
M.D.A. was a father, a son, a husband, a babysitter, a smoker, a joker, a midnight toker- A merry prankster, triviamister, a grandfather, a Army Sargent, a shoe salesman, a bull shitter, a center in football, a catcher in softball, a frisbee flinger, a dart thrower, a bad bowler, a knucklehead, a laboror, a lover, a friend.
Mike was different things to different people.
There are a few things we have never heard Mike the Deaux say, like:
To Andos credit he never spent a lot of money on: Thanks go out to Cate, Josie and Righteous John- It takes a whole village. We all loved Ando- warts and all, though it was hard to tell him to his face. Such a declaration would have been met with a lusty " F_ _ _ off ". We all know that in his stoic persona of Andoness he loved us too. It was just hard for him to say the words.
The time we spent with Ando on this planet is our unifying factor here.
He'd be happy we all got together, for it was this type of setting when he
shinned the brightest. We were his family. Quote from Savoy Brown: I'm not gonna try and please eyes that just don't see. You've got the blues, not me. by: James Howard Schroeder |
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Lynn Ann (McGuyre) Block Entered this Life - July 6, 1960 Entered Eternal Life - September 25, 2001
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I took His hand when I heard Him call, I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
I will always remember our good times |
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Gary Angelini HHS Class Of 1965
William Homberg HHS '65
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It is with heavy heart I inform you of the passing of Gary Angelini
HHS '65.
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HHS Class Of 1962 |
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Catherine E Long (Pesta) |
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In Tribute to Clarence L. Smith I wanted to share my memories of Clarence. He was a wonderful person and I have many fond Memories of him. I'm his Step-Daughter Glendora and not too many people are willing to take on 4 children who are not his own. Clarence did and was a very caring person, tried very hard to properly take care of his extended family and his daughter Toni Ann from his first marriage. He became my Step-dad in June 1972 when he married my mom Peggy. In 1976 they had a son Leroy Henry and that was one of Clarence's proudest moments. He truly cared for all of us, and was always available to talk to if we had problems. Then later when I became an adult, I was there for him when he needed someone to talk to and I miss him very much. He would be so proud to know Leroy made him a Grandpa about 5 years ago when his son Christian was born. He tried hard to be that special person to all of us whether or not we were his true child. I'm sure we tried his patience many times, but no matter what, he was always there. It was the saddest day when I was called and informed of his passing. At least he wasn't alone. His son Leroy was there with him when he had his heart attack, he was on vacation from work. It may have been a lot for Leroy to bear at 13, but at least someone who loved him was with him at the time.
Thank you for posting this,
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Clarence was a very good friend of mine and even though he graduated from Hawthorne a few years before I was a student there, we became friends at work. He and I worked together at Northrop Aircraft until he passed away.
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Ray Kinnaman HHS Class Of 1966 
Ray Kinnaman died of cancer on Friday, June 29,2001.I first met Ray in PE class (one of the few times he went) and we got to talking about rock 'n roll. He invited me to sit in with John McDonald and Pete Mahan at his "batchelor pad" behind his grandmother's house (Grannie's). I became a full time member of The Vagrents that night and a friend of Ray's for life. We had a variety of lead guitar players over the years but Ray(bass guitar/vocals), John(rhythm guitar/vocals), Pete (lead vocals) and I (drums) were always the core of the band. We have all moved on but those were great times and I'll miss Ray. Perhaps someday we'll play together again. And, in the meantime, maybe Elvis could use a pretty good bass player. Martin Keyser |
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Valerie Thompson - Yokas HHS Class Of 1969 February 4, 1951 - September 22, 1994
In 1975, Valerie married Tom Yokas and moved to Newbury Park where her two
children, Jennifer and Gregory were born and raised. As a full time
homemaker, Val excelled as a mom in raising her children, being a natural
"green-thumb" gardener, a Girl Scout leader and an active member and
volunteer at her church. At age 43, after battling breast cancer with great
courage for six months, she passed away. She is survived by her husband, two
children, her mother and father and three brothers, Gary, Curtis and Eric.
As many fondly recall, Valerie often entered a room with a smile, a cheerful
greeting and a genuine spirit of happiness. She was an unselfish person who
put the welfare of others first, always asking what she could do to help.
She will be especially remembered as a loving wife, mother, beloved sister,
and the only daughter in the Thompson family. Our memories of her will be
forever. No goodbyes, just loving memories echoing all the good times. Val,
we love you dearly and truly miss you.
Gary Thompson HHS 1960
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Valerie Jean Thompson was born in Hawthorne to Amos and Virginia Thompson.
She grew up in Hawthorne and attended Eucalyptus Elementary, Hawthorne
Intermediate, and Hawthorne High. For four years, Val was actively involved
in the Campus Fellowship Club. She was Sophomore Class Historian, President
of Athenians, and G.A.A. Song Queen. In her El Molino yearbooks, she was
often described as a person with a warm personality as well as a sweet and
wonderful friend. After graduating in 1969, she attended El Camino College
for two years and earned an AA degree. For several years she worked as a
Dental Assistant before meeting her future husband.
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Susan Ann Arnold-Portune 1948-1980 Love, Kathy Arnold-Baus |
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Kathleen Franken HHS Class Of 1972 
Kathleen Franken died in her senior year at HHS 1972. She battled cystic fibrosis her whole life. She always made the best of it. She patiently answered the many questions thrown her way regarding her ever present cough. She had applied and was accepted at Long Beach State and
planned to attend following graduation. Kathy attended Trinity Lutheran School from Kindergarten thru 8th grade. She was always full of fun and great ideas. She was a beautiful person inside and out. She loved Hawthorne High and would have gotten such a kick out of CougarTown. It
does seem to be true that the good die young. Maybe they just graduate early.
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Janis Stoops Poropat ** A loving wife, mother and friend passed away on
Friday, January 26, 2001. Her husband Craig Poropat and three daughters Jill
Christine, Lisa Ann and Christy Lee Poropat survive her. She is also survived
by her mother Gertrude May Stoops of Escondido, siblings Marsha Ann Vifquain
of Phoenix, F. Riley Stoops of Huntington Beach and Charles B. Stoops of San
Diego, as well as numerous in-laws, nieces and nephews who love her dearly.
A memorial service was held at 3:30 PM Thursday, February 1st at St. Peter's Presbyterian Church in Rancho Palos Verdes. The service was attended by many of her "Hawthorne High family." Donations may be made In Memory of Janis Stoops Poropat to the Breast Cancer Care and Research Fund 23430 Hawthorne Blvd., Suite 350 Torrance, CA 90505 310-791-6295 Janis touched the life of everyone she knew. We love her and miss her. |
Janis was born on June 12, 1953 in St. Louis, Missouri and moved to the Los
Angeles area at the age of 1. She has been a resident of Palos Verdes Estates
for the past 16 years. Whether it was as Captain of the Hawthorne High School
Drill team, sister of the Kappa Kappa Gamma Sorority, graduate of UCLA,
principle of the family business, Edco, or mother to her daughters, she
always approached life as a challenge and a positive attitude that is 100%
Janis. As for the class of 71 reunion committee, she also gave 100%! The upcoming
Multi-Class Reunion, and the 20th and 25th were very much a product of
Janis's dedication to her family and friends.
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December 20, 2000Dear Mike: There are a great many of your friends gathering today to bear witness to the type of man you have been. We will surely share anecdotes, stories, thoughts and remembrances and many of those will cause laughter to erupt. I suspect that this is the only time that you will ever make us cry. I hadn't seen you in some 25 years until you showed up at a special Cougartown gathering in Hawthorne. There was a pre-party at Barry Smith's and sister Sharon and I walked in the door and there you were, across the room with that great big marvelous, devilish smile…..I hadn't known you were coming and the surprise of you was even better. Couldn't stop hugging you for awhile. Laughed and caught up a little, laughed some more and spent the rest of that evening meeting up with some of our other classmates and reminiscing. We promised to stay in contact - to reconnect - and make some new memories. I wasn't sure how we could top the old ones, Bonita fishing (an excuse) at the rocks in Redondo, my first sailing lesson in Danny Dews' small boat (I don't think you knew what you were doing but it was fun), the Green Hornet, your famous blood drive - organizing the football team to donate for your mom's upcoming surgery and the payback - a beer fest in the parking lot, the prom our junior year when Marilyn behaved badly - and you didn't, you escorting homecoming princess Nancy Petros so proudly at our senior year assembly, a Bierman family vacation trip to Doc and Al's where you and George worked that summer, you knocking on my bedroom window late at night asking me to "come out and play", you taking my dad deep sea fishing and curing him of wanting that adventure again, your working for my dad - your start in welding though as I recall, you grunts were only allowed to grind and paint - , miles of smiles and twinkling eyes. Funny, you were not elected to the senior hall of fame for us and yet, here we are, lamenting the loss of you, an integral part of our lives and our youth. I AM granting you mayoral status, that of the Class of '74. I am so very sorry that we will not have the chance to make those new memories. You had left me a phone message on Thanksgiving night - I'd missed you at your sister's. I saved that as long as the machine would let me. "Hi Hot Lips", you'd said and went on to let me know that we'd missed each other once again. I figured I'd see you at Christmas….. I miss you Big Mac. Your legacy for me will be the urgency to reconnect without delay with those important people of my past. To make sure they know how they affected who I am and how I live and what I am. It's a pricey gift Mike, and I will be sure to cherish it and make good use of it. You are loved, my friend, by so many. You will be missed by all. And the whole world is a better place because Mike McClain came through. Thank you for everything. Love, Susan Bierman King |
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Susan Loch-Boll October 13, 1946 - November 7, 2000
Mom wasn't always the easiest person to love. She worked very hard at pushing people away. It sometimes seemed that the more you loved her, the harder she pushed. Who knows why? Maybe she didn't feel she deserved to be loved. Maybe she was afraid to be hurt or disappointed. But despite her efforts, we loved her anyway. Mom was an Artist. She was talented and temperamental, creative and moody. She could paint an oil worth selling. Her needlepoint was so perfect, you couldn't tell the back from the front. Mom had many loves. She loved playing the piano. She loved good food. She loved to entertain. She loved to try new things and she was good at everything she tried. But mom didn't always make it easy for us to love her. Like with all artists, her good side was often at odds with her dark side. But we accepted that side too. Now we have a choice. We will go on with our lives and choose our memories. I choose to remember the good times we had. The thoughtful things she did. Mom's laugh and that twinkle when she thought she was being funny. To do otherwise would serve no purpose and I will never believe mom's life had no purpose. I love you mom... |
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HHS Class of 2000 
In Memory of My Student, Kris Wadman
There is a short stool in my classroom that Kris Wadman used to borrow
every afternoon at lunch to sit out on the grass outside Building 9 with
his large group of friends. Even days when I had unmercifully teased
Kris and he was pretending that he wasn't speaking to me for the day,
he'd come in and get the stool and jokingly explain that while he was no
longer my friend, he did still need a place to sit... how difficult it
has been this week for me and for my Seniors, who knew Kris so well and
loved him so much to sit in class and look at that empty stool.
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In Loving Memory Of My Classmate, Kris Wadman.
HHS Class of 2000.
I'd like to dedicate this message in memory of Kris Wadman, because I feel very sorry for the tragedy that he's been to. My parents and I know in how much pain Kris's parents are in, and we feel very sorry for his death. To Kris's parents, Mike and Melody, I want you to know that the prayers of my entire family are with you. This prayer is dedicated in memory of Kris Wadman. "Father Of Ours" Father of Ours whose up in Heaven, santified Your name Is, Come to us in Your Kingdom, as in the Earth Like in Heaven. Our bread of each day give us today, and forgive our debts, thus like us to forgive our debtors, and don't let us fall in the temptation, yet free us from the bad. Amen. These Holy Words are also dedicated to Kris Wadman, for being so good and brave. "God Loves You, Kris Wadman." For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. -John 3:16 May Kris Wadman, Rest in Peace and May his good eternity last forever in Heaven together with "Our God Almighty." Claudia E. Ruina HHS 2000 |
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HHS Class Of 1977
I will forever miss her smile, laugh and caring nature. Kathy, you left
us all too soon. Hope you are happy in your new home.
With much love and respect,
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Kathy was a bright and wonderful person. Whenever anyone would see her,
her smile and friendly manner would immediately let someone know they
were getting a genuinely sweet and wonderful persons full attention.
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HHS Class Of 1978 March 22, 1960 - Sept 21,2000
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I just don't know how You've been in my life forever I don't want to let go just now...
We grew up together
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So much to say My precious Diane I miss you so much today...
Your love of life
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My Cherished Friend
God must have known there would be times I'd need a word of cheer
He must have known I'd need to share the joy of "little things"
I think He knew my tender heart would sometimes throb with pain
He knew I'd need the comfort of an understanding heart
He knew I'd need a cherished friend; unselfish, lasting, true
I can hear your beautiful music from Heaven above in
every drop of rain that falls, Susan Ciampa-Walling Class of '77 |
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HHS Class Of 1964 1946-2000
God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be, A friend always, Maureen
Here's to you Joyce. Goodbye brave heart. Your journey on earth may be through, but it's only just begun in a better place than this. We admire your courage and salute your life.
Your kindness and sweet nature did not go unnoticed. God wanted you now, and so we'll miss you.
Your high school friends bid you Farewell, until we meet again. |
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Perry Myers HHS Class Of 1961 Perry was born July 2 1943 in Uvalde Texas and Died July 8, 2000. He moved to Southern California in 1952 went to junior high in Inglewood then we moved to Hawthorne. Perry was a real rebel but loved life to the fullest. He was a party animal while at Hawthorne and many of the girls thought he looked like Elvis. Perry never married and had no children, but his many friends can tell you he always loved a good joke and his favorite was Brother Dave Gardner and he could quote most of his work. Perry was gone alot in my life but the love we shared as brother and sister was always strong, and when we did get together it was always great. I did get to share some time with him before he passed away and will always be greatful for his love for me. He always talked of his many friends at Hawthorne High, of the surfing at 26th street, the great old car dad got him, I think he would want you all to remember him as a fun loving guy who gave his all to everything he did. I miss you much brother but know your suffering is over and you have found peace at last. Perry is preceded in death by our younger brother Charles Myers Jr. who died in Vietnam in June of 1967 he went to R H Dana Jr Hi but not H.H.S as did Perry and I, I was part of HHS and would have graduated in 1963, but moved to Duarte and graduated there. With fondest of memories to my two brothers. Your little sister Irene |
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Entered Into Rest
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Miss Me - But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
Miss me a little - - but not too long
For this is a journey we all must take
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She loved to write poetry and was active in saving Malibu Canyons. She always fought for what she believed in. She stayed in California after she graduated and attended college. She then moved to New York and back again to the LA area. She then settled in Tulsa Oklahoma and became a laywer. She met my father and they were married in 1983. She gave birth to a baby girl in November of 1984 and gave her the name Rachel, fulfilling her lifelong dream to have a baby girl with the name Rachel. Sadly, February 14th, 1985 a few months after I was born, she died. It was never imagined that anything so tragic would happen. Her memory will always live on by her loved ones she has left behind and in the many hearts of those she touched throughout the years of her life.
Rachel Enderwood - Paula's daughter
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Paula Sturn was a student at Hawthorne High from her freshman to senior year. I don't know much about her but I do know she was well liked among her peers, hung at Foster Freeze with her best friends Linda Phillips, Nancy White and others frequently, had lots of male admirers, had a genuinely sweet personality and was nice to everybody.
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Larry Keith Rash HHS Class Of 1954 
Larry Keith Rash, married Florence Alice Rash HHS 1955. They had four
children,all boys.Larry worked successfully in the construction field in Southern California, working on many major freeway construction jobs in the So. California area. Larry was involved in Basketball 2-3-4, Track 2-3-4, and B Club 2-3-4. Larry and Florence moved out of the Hawthorne area in 1962 and raised their family in the San Gabriel Valley, Baldwin Park, and West Covina areas. In 1987, they moved to Yucaipa, CA. Larry died in November 1998 from Prostate Cancer. He is survived by his wife, four children, and 10 grandchildren. |
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HHS Class Of 1971
Her name was Laurie Yeates. We met in the 5th grade. She was slender, blonde, pretty, and like me, shy. I teased her mercilessly of course, owing to the burgeoning schoolboy crush I had on her. Laurie didn't say much to me, but she had a sweet smile, and that's all it took. I found myself showing off around her, even though I never knew if she was ever paying attention.
At some point we became friends, and even "went steady" briefly in the 6th grade. Sometimes we would meet in the playground after school. Sometimes we would walk home together. Sometimes, had the world stopped at the right moment, I would have held her in my arms and kissed her. But I was a shy boy....
When we got to HHS, Laurie and I had a class together as freshmen. We would catch each other's eye now and then, and would flash a private grin back and forth to each other.
After freshman year I saw very little of Laurie, and to this day, know nothing of what happened to cause her premature passing. Now these many years later, I still have fond memories of the pretty, blond girl that I had such a crush on as a young boy.
Laurie Yeates, HHS Class of 1971, you have crossed the landscape of my dreams many, many times. And I, among many others, will never forget you....
Robert Strongheart Melendrez HHS '71
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It was in 1991 at our 20 year reunion that I saw the memorial plaque with the names of classmates who had passed from this world. Although I knew all of these people, some from the earliest days of grade-school, there was one name that especially caught my eye, and to this day nearly ten years hence, I stop and think about the person I once knew.
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Eugene Lents HHS Class Of 1963 
Gene passed away in 1998, resulting from complications following surgery for
aortic artery problems. Gene taught at Oceanside HS for 27 years, and had
one son, Tyler. Tyler now lives with his mother in Newport Beach. Gene's
passion for cars was unequaled. He restored Porsches, and had over 20 of
them. The prize was James Dean's old speedster. Gene restored it to
original condition, and won either 1st or 2nd in PCUSA several times. He,
also, devoted much to the Encinitas Little League. There is a plaque,
honoring him, at the ball field.
At the memorial service for Gene, the church couldn't hold all that showed
up, and the street in front of the church was, basically, turned into a
parking lot. He touched many, and is, greatly, missed.
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HHS Class Of 1960 
My dad, Robert Dennis Withrow, was a graduate of Hawthorne High in 1960.
Back then the school was brand new, the A&W was the cool place to cruise and Brian Wilson and Al Jardine were only a couple of the guys. As a graduate of the class of 1983 I always remembered the stories my dad would tell about his time at HHS. My dad passed away in December, 1993 and I wanted him to be remembered with the rest of his class. My dad always had a kind word, always saw the positive side of things and would do anything he could to help anybody in trouble. He loved a good laugh and my favorite memories are of the whole family sitting around the dining room table while my dad and my Uncle Jerry told us stories of their high school days. They used to love to shock my grandmother with their tales of what "really happened" back then. While my father's life was not always happy he left two legacys: myself and my brother. I only wish he had lived long enough to meet his grandson, my son Zachary. I know how wonderful he would've been with him, and how much he would've enjoyed him. I would love to hear from any of my dad's friends or classmates.Donna Withrow Shanklin HHS83 |
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Stephen Donald Pettit HHS Class Of 1967 
Stephen Donald Pettit died October 31, 1970 the result of a tragic auto
accident. He was from the class of 67. He was one of those people whose
potential was great but died before he could achieve all that he was
capable of achieving. He still had so much to give the world. He played
football for HHS and served in Vietnam.
Steve was handsome, smart, funny and most of all he was kind. He was so
good to me and the years we were together are planted firmly in my heart.
I only wish life had turned out as it should have, or perhaps it did.
Everyone who knew Steve loved him, and his friends were devoted to him.
He had a wonderful family...his mother Mary, his brother Robert and his
sister Linda. He is in good company upstairs with his father Donald and
his nephew John, but he is always in my heart. We all loved him so.
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HHS Class Of 1960 Oct 23,1942 - Sept 19,1999
Ed Carpenter HHS63 (Roys little brother)
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Roy was a very special brother, although the smallest of six boys he
accepted the kidding from his brothers with the good natured humor he showed
thru his life.
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From: Janet Amuchastegui Dear Friends and Family, I have deeply appreciated all your love and concern over the last 2+ weeks. Today, July 16,1999, Garnett was laid to rest in Southern California. I thought it fitting to celebrate his life with you by sharing what he wrote for his own AOL profile. Those of you who knew him will appreciate how true this speaks for who Garnett was. Janet
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HHS Class Of 1967 
Carolyn was a joy to have as a friend. She was always laughing and cutting
up. She was so upbeat even though her mother died in our senior year. She
married her high school sweetheart right after High School. They gave birth
to a baby boy. He was about 2 months old when Carolyn was sitting on a
motorcycle that tipped over. She hit her head on the curb and died from the
trauma to the head. How sad we were to here that she was finally so happy
and now gone. I read her note to me in my yearbook and think of her fondly.Connie Jax - Beverly |
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Carl Klensch HHS Class Of 1966 
He was an LA County Fireman,
which he wanted to be since about seven years old. The County had a benefit
whereby the guys could swap days with each other. Carl managed to do enough of
the swaps that he was able to get five months off with pay. He had been to
Australia several years before on a three month vacation and in '79 he was
going to do both Australia and New Zealand. He had read about a trip with
Air New Zealand that was a sightseeing excursion of the South Pole by air.
So he signed on and departed out of Christ Church New Zealand. He was
aboard one of their DC-10s along with 256 other people. They determined
later that the navigational computer had erroneous information entered into
it and that the aircraft was about 25 miles off course, in whiteout
conditions, when it plowed into Mt. Erebus, an active volcano, at about 1200
feet up the slope. There were no survivors. He was 31, never married, and
going through his papers we found a note that said that if anything ever
happened to him we should give his restored '55 Nomad to Woody McCain.
Woody is selling real estate in the South Bay, and still has that Nomad.
In 1972 Carl threw the first Annual Klensch Shoe'N in his backyard. It
was just an excuse for a bunch of his buddies and firemen to get together
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HHS Class Of 1964 1946-1980
I remember at one of the "drop-in" dances, he was standing with Bob Neale about 20 feet away from where I was talking to a few girls that I did not know. They were commenting on how good looking Ron was and how they would certainly like to meet him. I didn't tell them he was my brother, but I did ask them if they wanted me to introduce them to him. They suddenly got very excited that I knew this "hunk" and "yes, please introduce us". I walked over to my brother with them and just gave him a big kiss. I thought they were going to die right on the spot!
I then introduced them, Ron asked one of them to dance, and she was so thrilled, she could hardly move.
This is just one wonderful memory that I have of my brother. Ron was a terror of a kid, but grew up to be a fine man. He fathered 3 great kids, Christopher, Michael and Amy. I miss him very much and I will always love him.
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She died in March of 1995 Much Too Soon I miss her laugh and her crazy antics Sandy Edholm Holyoak Class of 68 |
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Mark Groseclose HHS Class Of 1964 
Mark was in the graduating class of 1964. He and I talked about all of the fun times he had at H.H.S., in and out of school. Many of you will remember him as the drummer for "David Mark"s and the Marksmen". Others will remember him for his artistic talent, and the ability to make one laugh until it hurt. For me, I will always remember him for, the very special person he IS, and I know that one day, in a galaxy not so far away, the FORCE shall bring us together again.A memory that I would like to share, was when I was around 5 years old, a surf band, with really cute guys would play in my back yard. I remember my mother getting complaints from some of the neighbors on the next block that the music was "too loud", but she let them play their music anyway. The next time these guys got together, those neighbors came over too. Next thing you knew, they were playing their songs on the radio. Who would have ever thought that these guys would turn out to be the famous "Beach Boy's", from little Hawthorne, California. Go figure................. |
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Michael Manning...Class of 1963. There was a lot of history surrounding Michael's life. So for those that remember Michael, here it is.
"A Story About Michael" One night in 1943, a young army Corporal name Tom went dancing at the Palladium Ballroom in Hammersmith, London. He was a handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes. He soon caught the eye of Gwenda a blond, blue eyed beauty. They danced and they married in 1944. Michael James Manning was the happy result of that union. He was born on July 28, 1945, at Walton on the Thames River in England, a beautiful mansion donated by Barbara Hutton to use as a hospital during the war. Dad was in Italy and received a pass, he arrived the day before Michael's birth and went back to Italy the day after. He said "if you put a cigar in his mouth and a hat on his head Michael would have looked identical to Winston Churchill". Dad went back to the U.S. and Colonel McCaffey arranged for Mom and Michael to obtain passage on the actual last voyage of the Queen Mary. It was called the "bride's voyage". Michael was 8 months old and a U.S. citizen. Mom arrived in New York on March 1, 1946, then they travelled by train to Los Angeles, arriving on March 21, 1946. I am Maureen, Michael's sister. I was born 9 months and 3 days after mom arrived in Hawthorne. Then came Beverly, Susie and Brian. We all grew up in Hawthorne and attended Hawthorne High. All five of us. We gathered here today to honor our brother. We thank you for being here to honor Michael. Michael was the first born and the pride and joy of his grandfather Manning, his mother and father. He was a typical teasing, tormenting brother. He liked his position as the oldest child and deemed himself the BOSS! Michael went to work at 14 years old. In his midteens he was Assistant Manager of Market Town, a large grocery store located on the corner of El Segundo and Hawthorne Blvd. He was always generous with the money he earned. If any of us needed a quarter to go to the show (the Plaza Theatre) Michael gave it to us. Don't get me wrong, he was no angel. Michael loved to party hardy with his friends and family. He like to have a really good time. At 17 years old he and Mike Stover enlisted in the USMC. They had to postpone his entry though because on a weekend hunting trip he shot himself in the leg (it was a minor injury). This story was a real sore spot with Michael, so in later years when he would tease our cousin Melody about being chubby (he used that one on all of us) she would come back at him and say "at least I never shot myself in the leg". Acutally my dad thought they were playing war games on that hunting trip. So the day finally came, Michael was sworn into the USMC on November 22, 1963, the day President Kennedy was assassinated. Between 1964 and 1969, Michael was actually in Vietnam five times. The first and last were short trips with three long tours in between. He came back a Staff Sergeant and was a Master Sergeant when he retired from the USMC after 20 years. In 1969, while in Japan Michael met Miyoko. Although Miyoko could not speak a work of english they had no trouble communicating. They married in 1970. Their only child Sean was born in 1971. They were married 24 years. At times Michael may have seemed aloof, but he was always tuned in. On my 21st birthday he sent me a beautiful watch from overseas. When my sister Beverly had her first son, Michael sent her his income tax check. There were many other times that Michael was generous, such as when he re-enlisted, he went out and bought his mother all new furniturre with the extra money he received. These things may seem small but they meant a lot to each of us. Michael and Miyoko were a good match. He liked to shop, she hated it. He loved to decorate the house, she didn't. Now don't get me wrong, it worked for them. Miyoko did her share, but in her spare time she watched her sports and Michael did the shopping. Michael inherited a love of hats from his grandfather Manning. He had many hats and wore them with class. After retiring from the USMC (20 years) he went to work for SAIC in San Diego. He was a Sr. Logistics Engineer.
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Today, December 9, 1998 is the 30th anniversary of Lynn Mattesons death.
He died in Vietnam. We grew up together. He was like a brother, as is his
younger brother, Don. I have wonderful memories of him. I recently found
all the letters we exchanged while he served in the Army. They gave all my
letters to him, back to me after he died.
Lynn was a gentle, sweet guy. Some people were mean to him. But he was
always nice to everyone. One of my most important lessons in life involved
him. I treated him cruelly one summer, and my mother didn't speak to me for
a week. She was so ashamed of me. But Lynn never held it against me.
Every day I am sorry I never really apologized to him.
He didn't graduate from HHS, because he wanted to join the Army instead.
It was a risky decision in 1968. I loved him, and I miss him, and I was proud to have had him in my life. |
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Mike Keene...Class of 1961. The photo on the right was taken at the First Decade Reunion in June of 1998. Mike passed away on Friday, October 23, 1998 from an on-going illness. I'll always remember Mike and his infectious smile. He had a great sense of humor and it seemed he was constantly laughing. He will be fondly remembered by his HHS classmates. |  |
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In Memory Of Ron Graham Class Of 1963 Ron passed away after a short illness in September 1989. He was a successful businessman, father of two sons and grandfather to a baby boy. He was a surfer and lived in Redondo Beach where he caught the waves most early mornings with his eldest son, Ron Jr. He served his country in the National Guard. He loved off-road auto racing and won first place in his division in the Baja 1000 in 1980 and was a member of SCORE. I miss you, my little brother. Karen (Graham) Kuehl HHS Class of 59 |
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To: and Carl "the Shy one". We remember you both, not so much as musical icons, but as school friends. I, for one, refuse to remember you any other way. We've heard the stories and read the articles...... and WE were there. You two were a couple of good guys and you are truly missed. |
Ron Sevier was the "Mountain" of the Coaching Staff. When I was a student, he was the one I always gave a wide berth to. Those eyes would look right through you as if to say, "What are you looking at!" Coach Sevier, however was a gentle giant and was truly loved by all who came to know him. His memorial service today proved just that, as faculty, students, friends, and neighbors all turned out and memorialized their friend. Dr. Fred Morgan was supposed to officiate the ceremony, but was detained, so Dave Chauncey pinch hit for him and did a great job. I know Coach Sevier would have been proud. The service was kept upbeat as, one by one, his colleagues would tell of Coach Ron's deeds. One thing everyone agreed on was that Coach Sevier WAS opinionated. He was also fair and wanted his kids to be the best they could be. Ron Sevier will truly be missed in life, not just as a teacher of men, but as a neighbor and friend to many. I know I'll never forget him. |
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The following anecdote is from Mike Shay "Class of 61" Who says coach Sevier was intimidating ? I think I was a junior (1960).. It was in the spring. Our P.E. class was in the pool for swimming lessons of all different levels. I'd been a pretty good swimmer for years so I was having a fairly easy time with it. I don't remember what all the different requirements were but I decided to try and get my " Life Savers" card. I think the Red Cross was giving them to kids that could swim a certain number of laps, bring up a weight from the bottom of the diving pool, and successfully retrieve someone from the middle of the diving pool while they pretended to be drowning. I didn't have much trouble with the laps or pulling up the weight from the deep water, or whatever else we had to do until we started lining up for the "rescue" segment. I think the coach decided this would be a swell time to get even with Shay for his long list of "non-strips" as well as his "who cares" attitude. When it was my turn to jump in and pull the kicking, yelling, splashing, drowning person to the safety of the edge of the pool, the water level rose to an alarming rate when I ( weighing around 220 ) and coach Sevier ( weighing much more ) both hit the water at the same time. When the kid I was supposed to rescue was told to get out and the coach swam to the center of the pool and began a mocking, vengeful cry of "help me Shay....come get me Shay" I knew this could get scary! As I swam out to render the coach helpless by spinning him around with one hand and grabbing him under his chins with the other hand and side-stroking him to safety I looked into those beady little eyes of his ( made even smaller by the nasty grin on his face ) and the fear of what was going to happen truly hit me. He reached out before I could take in a giant breath of air and grabbed the top of my head with one hand and shoved it under four feet of over-chlorinated water...While counting my own bubbles and trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this one I could hear two things.. The other students laughing and Sevier yelling " help me Shay-save me Shay ". All of a sudden this big whale of a guy went limp, let me come up and take a breath, and turned around so I could pull him in. I think he even kicked a few times to help me move him. When he handed me my "Life Savers" card there was no "congratulations", no "job well done" just a nod and kind of a "how'd you like that" grin. but you know what? From him that was enough! Coach Sevier was a good man....and very intimidating! Mike Shay 1961 |
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The following anecdote is from Carlton Rilling "Class of 59" Coach Sevier was the best. Being a non-jock and a smoker you know he was on my ass. One time he caught me with a pack of Camels. Lucky for me it had only about 8 left. He took me behind the Shop class building and put them all in my mouth and lit them. The instructions were inhale and blow the smoke out my nose. Got really sick and then we ran several laps around the track. Never carried smokes onto campus again. That was in 1958 Junior year. In 1967 I was an LAPD officer and stopped this car speeding on Venice Blvd in W/LA. It was The Coach. When I walked up to the car we looked at each other, he smiles and says, "I hope you forgot about the thing with the cigarettes". Also I took my life saving class from him and just like Shay had to rescue him. I didn't smoke for two days prior to this, cause I knew if I didn't pass the sniff test he would have taken me to the bottom of the pool to see if my lungs were okay. He was "The Man". Carl Rilling 1959 |
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The following anecdote is from Lyman Moss "Class of 59" I remember Coach Ron Sevier very well and I know he is missed by alot of former track and field athletes. He used to use his starter gun to shoot us in the butt to get us out of the starting blocks faster. You could actually feel the muzzle blast if you happened to be his target. he was also very good at telling jokes. Lyman Moss 1959 |
Terri Lowery Class of 68
I met Terri Lowery at Richard Henry Dana Junior High, but really got to know
her at Hawthorne High School where we shared several classes. When I met
Terri, she had a long, bobbing pony tail. Her hair was medium brown and her
eyes were the clearest blue. You really noticed her eyes. A soft-spoken,
"nice" girl, she attracted the boys like bees to honey. Terri and I took Senor
Bravo's Spanish I class together our Freshman year. Terri always had an
impeccable accent. I struggled for a B-plus in my "pronunication"; Terri
always got an A! The bain of her existence that year was a certain un-named
Algebra teacher who she never seemed to be able to please! During our high
school years, we also attended the same church: Del Aire Baptist, where quite
a few Hawthorne High School students also attended.Terri didn't get sick until right after we graduated. I was working at Newberry's at the South Bay Shopping Center part-time while attending El Camino College. I was also planning my marriage to Larry Purchase. I hadn't seen Terri in awhile. The news that my mother gave me when I came home one day shook me a little. She said that Terri was in the hospital and had just had surgery. It was Hodgkin's Disease. Even when Larry and I went over to visit her, and I saw how weak she was, the thought that she really could die just wouldn't register. Up to that moment, I had never known anyone close who had died. Especially not a young person. A friend. Terri, at this point, was engaged to a very loving young man. When I visited Terri, she showed me her engagement ring which she could twirl around her finger, and which really wouldn't stay on her finger, she had lost so much weight. I remember Maureen Andrews at that time in Terri's life, another HHS 1968 alum. I marveled at the selfless way that Maureen took care of Terri, trying on bikinis with her, which Terri now- so sadly- could wear, because she was skin and bones. And yet they laughed together about it. Maureen Andrews, I thought, was the best friend that I had ever seen in action. She had put her own fears, tears, and self-consciousness away to just be a girlfriend to Terri. When I talked to Terri on the phone, Terri would tell me that "the tumors were shrinking." I couldn't imagine that they would not "shrink away" altogether. But they didn't. And by the time Larry and I got married in July of 1969, Terri was gone. Her mother stopped by our new duplex to give us a wedding gift, but she didn't stay. I was very pleased to find out that not too much later, the Lowery's, now a childless couple, had adopted a baby boy. Terri, I think of you so often, even these 30 years later. I even dream about you. Your life was all too short. But as a Christian, I have the comfort that our mutual Saviour was there at the end of your precious life, to grab you up in His awaiting, redeeming Arms, to take you to your true Home...
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Pam De Vuyst Class of 68
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Pam DeVuyst was quiet ever since I knew her at Dana Jr. High. If you got to
know her well, Pam was also VERY funny! I was privileged to get to know
her because she was my neighbor. It was our sophomore year at HHS when Pam died
of a brain tumor. I lived around the corner from Pam's family. I knew her
father and mother and brothers and sister, so that made it all the more difficult
to think about how each of them must be responding to her unexpected death.
What touched me most of all was that in spite of Pam's quietness, she had drawn
the attention of her English teacher, also a very quiet man whose name I can
never remember. He was the one teacher who noticed her and seemed to identify
with her. When Pam died, it was this teacher's genuine love and compassion for
her that gave me a renewed sense of Pamela's preciousness, through all the quiet...
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dedicated to the Class of 1984 who remain forever absent from this world but forever present in our memories. | |
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John Robbins David Redyk Laurette Moreno Lisa Walker Patricia Webb Larry Valenzuela |
Emelyn San Mateo Mike Camacho Javier Arreola Ms. Theresa Mark Ms. Shirley Hay |
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Chris Buell Tom Tate Maureen Martin Shelly McCarrol Mary Patti Susan Fessenden Dale Reeves Denise Weber Glen Stutts Peter Straky Sandra Delgado Denise Weber |
Troy M. Swafford Class of 79
1-18-61 to 11-21-85
In loving memory of my brother, who's life touched many hearts.
My best friend and my worst enemy. Miss you bro.
Gary Swafford (80)
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Louise Salazar Troy Swafford |
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Diane Libertini Lynn McGuyre Robert Sumser Lisa Swankier David Tempongko John Turner Arturo Zaldivar |
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Karen Cook James Daspit Gilbert Farrell Steve Miranda Delores O'Connor Chico Padilla Robert Rael Scott M. Whitney Jim Williams |
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Francine Gradillas Ron Harrison Sandy Mancaruso Danny Rael |
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Eric Ellenberger Darlene Elmer Thomas Fragale Joel Serrano Mike Smith Vance Thralls |
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Tom Ruegger Steven Sutherland |
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Gary Daspit Cheryl Crownover Kevin Earnshaw Mike Jaqua Catalano Louis Penny Stiffler |
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Bruce Camilli Barry Catalano Mike Clark Debi Darling Richard Dickerson Gary Elkin Kathleen Franken Nat Huggard | Walter Painter Don Pike Charles Ramynke Richard Scott Phyllis Smith Sharon Vallembois Barbara Wigley |
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Randy Chapman Tim Colecchi Daniel Miller Evan Nielsen Sheila Padget Robert Padelford Tim Peterson Ted Quinones |
Richard Wheeler Sanders Janis Stoops Poropat Claudia Shout Jeannie Sutton Riley Thornburg Cindy Ward Laurie Yeates Fred Yenny |
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Steve Mudgett Gary Leth Daniel MacErnie Laura Mills Rick Gestone Ron Trullinger |
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Marvin Buford Jerrie Butterfield Leda Griffin Susan Horn Kathy Jefferson Bendette Jenkins Paul (Butch) Kratz Valerie Thompson Michael Walker Jim Wendorff |
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An all around good guy and good brother. He faithfully served his country in Vietnam and loved his family and friends. His life ended suddenly in 1977 but his memory lives on. He is greatly missed. From
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Bob Ball Terry Blunt Wendy Butler David Bruch Sam Caldwell Tom Cannefax Pam De Vuyst Carolyn "Mary" Fox Jack Hammer Terry Lowery Lynn Matteson Reggie Powell Lonnie Rasmussen Sam Suihkonen Bob Taylor Melinda Goetz Watson |
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Benny Baruch Patrick Daniel Donald Dicken Malcolm Fratkin Phil Jones Ed Lutz Woody McCain Gary Patrick Carolyn Peterson Steve Pettit Carolyn Rugtive Oliver Vieira Dale Woodin Rudy Zubillaga |
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Tim Ashburn Ross Bradfield Ron Brevig Bill Clark Jeff Freeman Fred Kaiman Ray Kinnaman Carl Klensch Harry Papagikos Steve Sartori Larry Skeen Dena Smith< |