Obituaries for the week of 6/13/2014
Julie Lynne Blackwell
Betty Harris, RN
John Carl Simon
Jason Earlton Root
Steven R. Jones
Julie Blackwell was born on Oct. 11, 1961, in Seagraves, Texas. She moved to Quincy in 1965 and shortly thereafter to Greenville until returning to Quincy in 1996.
Julie is preceded in her passing by her daddy, L.C. Blackwell.
She is survived by her mother Barbara DeCamp and stepfather Lee DeCamp, twin sisters Kris Blackwell and Krystal Rhoades, brother Joe Blackwell and his wife Stephanie, along with numerous nieces and nephews.
Julie was an inspiration to and loved by everyone whose life she touched. She served her Lord and Savior all of her life and went to be with him in Glory on Tuesday evening, June 3, 2014, with her loving sisters at her bedside.
A Celebration of Julie’s homegoing was held Saturday, June 7, at the Fehrman Mortuary Chapel-Quincy, with private interment to follow in the Quincy East Lawn Cemetery.
An opportunity to express your condolences to the family along with signing the memorial guest register is available online at fehrmanmortuary.com.
In lieu of flowers the family asks that any donations in Julie’s memory be forwarded to Krystal Rhoades, 23 South Redberg Circle, Quincy, CA 95971, at which time they will be divided between Julie’s favorite ministries.
Betty Irene Chaffman Harris age 85, of Paradise, died April 10, 2014, she is the mother of Dr. Dale Harris of Quincy.
Born May 2, 1928, in Baltimore, Maryland, to Irene and David Chaffman, she married E. Vernon Harris Sept. 24, 1950.
World War II brought the geography of an Idaho boy to Washington, D.C., and the subsequent meeting of Betty and Vernon at the Baltimore Seventh-day Adventist Church.
Betty completed her Registered Nursing at Columbia Missionary College, married Vernon and moved to Ohio. While raising four children, Betty completed her nursing undergraduate degree at Incarnate Word College in San Antonio, Texas, and her Masters Degree at University of Texas in Austin.
Following her graduation, Betty took a job as a Nursing Instructor at Texas Women's University in Dallas, Texas. In 1973, the family moved to Worthington, Ohio, where Betty taught in the College of Nursing at Ohio State University until her retirement.
Betty enjoyed gardening and growing flowers. She was an active member of the African Violet Society for many years. She was also an active member of the Seventh-day Adventist Church all her life. Betty often led out in vegetarian cooking classes and promoted healthful living.
Betty was married to Vernon for 54 years prior to his death in Feb. 10, 2005. Following Vernon's passing, Betty moved to California to be near her son Dale and his wife Nina.
Betty is survived by her children Ellen (Jim) Beldin, of Georgia, Dr. Dale (Nina) Harris of Quincy, Carol (Kirk) Johnson, of Cincinnati, Ohio, Sharon (Mitch) Strong, of Batavia, New York, and seven grandchildren.
A memorial service was held at the Rutherford Funeral Home in Worthington, Ohio, on Friday April 18, with interment following next to her husband in Kingwood Memorial Park, Lewis Center, Ohio. An opportunity to express your condolences to the family along with signing the memorial guest register is available online at fehrmanmortuary.com.
Ruth Ellen Wells Livingston passed away on April 22, 2014.Her husband, Peter, predeceased her in 1987. Pete and Ruth loved the view from their deck at A15 and Hwy. 89 in Clio during the 1980s.
Her three sons and their wives, Peter and Janine, Bruce and Doris, and David and Florence (who gifted Ruth with her beloved grandson, Luca Pierre) hope that you will remember Ruth as one who loved family, friends (John Fisher, amongst many others), and nature. She would want you to share happy times with others and try to live by the golden Rule. She suggested that actions such as those will be in lieu of any services.
Carl Simon gracefully passed from this physical form on earth into his next adventure after a valiant struggle with lung cancer May 8, 2014.
Carl was born Oct. 1, 1925, the only child of Hungarian and Italian immigrants in Calumet, Michigan. His father worked in the copper mines in the upper peninsula and moved his family to Detroit for a better life when Carl was in middle school. After graduating from high school, Carl joined the Marine Corps. He was eighteen years old when he fought at the bloody battle of Iwo Jima, where he was wounded and earned the Purple Heart. He rarely spoke of this time in his life, and only when hard-pressed for details. While Carl was in the military, he began writing to the lovely Donna Smither, a pretty gal who was a few grades behind him in school. He always said that he thought that she was “out of his league,” but she gave him a chance. They married in 1946 and recently celebrated their 68th wedding anniversary. Donna and Carl had three children: Dave Simon, who was deceased in 2009, (Sheryl), Gary Simon (Dorothy) and Mary Lou Battagin (Jim). They have six grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren. One of his great-grandchildren, Trever Ahing, is now a Marine following in his great-grandfather’s footsteps. Of this fact, Carl was very proud.
Carl and Donna moved to Sacramento in 1956 where Carl worked as a mail carrier for 35 years. On his route, which he walked for over 20 years in south Sacramento, he was called Johnny. Carl fortunately enjoyed a wonderfully long retirement which he filled with family, golf, long walks, bike rides and winters in Yuma, Arizona, with Donna, friends and family.
In his final years Carl’s spirit never wavered as he drove himself back and forth to chemotherapy, cared for his beloved, yet ailing wife, Donna, shopped, cooked, gardened, and rode his bike five miles daily up until his last three weeks alive. Less than three weeks before he passed, he played golf with his son Gary and son-in-law Jim. He was an inspiration and a role model to all who watched him persevere without complaining. He was an exceptional man, husband, father and grandfather, and will be forever missed by those he left behind. Carl used to say to us, “Oh, what the hell, you can’t live forever” ... but he was tough and gave it one helluva good try. Donna Simon is now being cared for by family and hospice as apparently she can’t live without him either.
Jason Earlton Root; April 1979 — April 2014 Some people touch our lives in a way average words simply can’t explain. Writing last words for Jason, attempting to convey the way in which he touched this world is like trying to describe the way you felt the first time you watched a glorious sunset or felt the coolness of the ocean breeze kissing your skin. Never will you meet a man full more caring, compassion, faith and selflessness than him. While in his presence, you were forced to experience life in a different way, for in seeing the world through Jason’s eyes, everything was beautiful and everyone was good. Whether it was lending a steady shoulder or reading to an eager child; sharing lighthearted laughter or continuing to give even after nothing was left, those lucky enough to be close to him knew he would always be there.
Jason lived his entire life as a bright and shining star, illuminating the oftentimes too dark human experience with cascading love, purity and light. In knowing him, you knew you were in the company of someone special; someone who was unlike anyone you’d met before or would ever meet again.
From a very young age, Jason was wonderfully connected with a deep sense of spirituality. He wholly and innocently loved God and was earnestly enamored by all of His creations. Like one of heaven’s angels, he had a quiet and peaceful nature and truly embodied every aspect of what God created his children to be.
Everyone who loves Jason knows that this planet will forever be darker and less perfect now that he is gone. We will carry his spirit in our hearts forever though, and as we strive to make a difference and lovingly influence the lives of those around us, Jason will be there lending his gentle influence; giving us hope and encouraging us to draw from his courage and strength.
We love you Jason and we hope we make you proud.
See you on the other side.
I was not who they said I was.
I was magnificent. I was perfect.
A peaceful, gentle soul.
I loved a great many
And many loved me.
I was one of very few who possessed a true heart of gold
My soul shined a radiant, glowing light.
I was never harsh, inconsiderate or cold.
I was a deeper well of love
Than she had ever known.
From the moment she was born
I was her protector.
My Siryamsa, my driving force.
My spirit was innocent and pure
It was from him I learned my childlike faith.
In Paul I saw everything I ever wanted myself to be
I would have done anything to help him succeed.
The baby full of Holy presence, my very own little brother.
Whatever I was, I was special.
I was Bobby Mcgee at the top of my lungs,
the best embrace you’d ever known.
She liked me and yes, I did know.
The one who brought me into this world.
I was the treasure she longed to find.
The first and only person to ever know her naked soul.
She saw a beauty in me far beyond that of any other
It was her I chose before I was born.
My wondiferousful angel and she’ll never let go.
Every time someone was lost, uncomfortable or afraid,
I was a strong shoulder.
A helping hand,
And never did I expect anything in return.
I was laughter, seeing birds for the first time and group hugs.
Ayawotanayu and a silly sense of humor.
Cigarettes, coffee and lilikoi jelly.
However encouraging they needed me to be,
I doubled it.
I square danced in the kitchen
Told magical stories of far away lands.
Started deep, philosophical discussions at midnight
Yet still embraced my rambunctious side.
Were my friends.
My companions, my confidants, my ‘ohana.
I thought of each one of them
Before ever considering myself.
My time has come now, I am free.
The place I’m in is beautiful,
Someday you will see.
I’ll prepare you a spot and see you again
Until then, thank you
Not one of you will ever be alone.
“To see the world in a grain of sand & heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand & eternity in an hour.”
William Blake (1757 - 1827)
Steven R. Jones, 56, passed away on May 31, 2014, in Chico, at home, in his sleep from heart failure.
Steve was born in Modesto on Sept. 26, 1957.
Steve is survived by his children Angela Pooler and Tyler Jones; two granddaughters, his significant other Esa Murray, sisters Clare Churchill and Andrea O’Rourke, brothers Tim Jones and Jon Jones, former wife Ann Clark and stepmother Sharon Jones.
A gravesite memorial for Steve will be held June 14 at Chapel of the Chimes at 32992 Mission Blvd, Hayward at 1 p.m.
Donations in Steve’s name can be made to the San Francisco Giants Community Fund: sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/sf/community.