Karen and I met in junior high school. We spent lots and lots of time together when we were kids. Karen and her parents made a difference in my life.
Karen and I were such opposites yet managed to remain lifelong friends. She was friendly and outgoing. I was very quiet and really shy. Karen was a dare devil, and I was a really big wimp. (She was always trying to talk me into things, and I was always trying to talk her out of them.) She was athletic, and I could barely ride a bike. But we clicked. We were different yet perhaps had the same soul, for we both became elementary teachers. We both taught the same grades.
When I think of Karen now I remember her smile. She always smiled. I remember she loved my mom’s homemade bread and the exotic Italian dishes my mom fixed - recipes my mom brought from Italy. I remember I helped her get through geometry. (She hated math. I loved it.) I remember how much she loved dogs. Her romance with dogs began as a child and lasted until her death. I remember she loved to sing. Karen was in our high school choir and a little singing group. But what I remember most of all is that Karen liked everyone. She didn’t have a prejudiced bone in her body.
We went our separate ways after high school. Lots of miles and many years separated us for a long time. We had long conversations when her mother died, when her father died and after she attended the 45th reunion. It was during those telephone visits that we came to know each other as teachers. I can guess Karen taught her students to love books and reading. Surely she and her students sang together. And I know they played together. How lucky all those children were to have such a talented person as a teacher.
Karen died of complications following heart surgery. She left behind three daughters, a brother, six grandchildren, four dogs and many, many friends.
Phil, you were my very,very good friend in HS and after. We hitchhiked to California together in '63, met up again in Germany in '67 when we were both in the Army. I stood up for you at your weddding there to Gerri, who later did you bad. That and Vietnam had a major effect on you.
I remember the helicopter rides in the Huey, trying to stay warm in TX in March, the rattlesnake roundup in Sweetwater, smoking dope with you in '99. I loved you, man. God bless and rest in peace. You deserve it.
Married Harry W. Giles on May 1, 1961. Gave birth to 4 children: Lynn, William, Bryan, and Dawn. Also, 5 grandchildren: Ashley, Stevie, Katy, Stephanie, and Sara. In addition 5 great grandchildren: Kaley, Cameron, Destiny, Cheyenne, and Mark(Trey).
She retired from the Ohio County School Board in 1996 after 18 years of service as head cook at Madison School. Throughout the years, she and husband, Bill traveled extensively through the Caribbean.
This memorial is posted by her loving husband, Bill Giles. She is greatly missed by family and friends who loved and cherished her.
Ron was the BEST friend you can ever imagine. I went to my first high school dance with Ron, and our friendship lasted until he was no longer with us. What a good, kind soul he was, most of you, unfortunately,will never know.
From ilona mikula on April 29th, 2015
I first met up with ronnie in Jr. High. He was the 'go to guy.' He always had your back. When I ran into him at the various reunions he was always concerned about your well being. I thought he left way to soon. He left a huge vacancy.
What a great friend you were during high school--what fun we had especially in the noon time study hall. Then meeting after retiring from teaching at Hartville Kitchen to break bread together. You are missed, so missed, Friend.
I couldn't let this go without a comment. In the early years, at Roosevelt Elem. we were on opposing Indian tribes. We had tomato wars in the woods at the end of Oak Grove ave. The fiendship progressed far beyond graduation. I last saw Dick at our 30th reunion. He came to the Holiday Inn (now the University Inn), and we sat and talkwd for a couple of hours about how our lives had tuned out. He was not satisfied with his. I am so sorry for that, because mhe was a true friend.
From Virginia Maxwell Staib on August 11th, 2010
Oh Dick, you were such a big part of the Kendall Avenue "crew" On our "kids and dogs" street you and Chuck, Jim, and I were the same age group and hide-and-seek, red rover, and bouncing balls against Mr. Crosley's garage door were parts of all of our lives. Sledding down our challenging street and riding bicycles up that hill were two of the fun challenges of life. Teachers at Roosevelt said you had the most innocent eyes they had ever seen - the unspoken part was that you were also one of the mischevious kids. Miss Halley nailed you for shooting spitwads (but you didn't give me away as the person wadding up the little pieces of paper for you <smile>) By the time we were all in high school each of us seemed to take different paths and those paths diverged but you and Chuck and Jim and me will always be the kids of Kendall and as long as we remember them those times will never end. It is said that as long as someone remembers you life does not end. I remember
From Jim Rayl on June 28th, 2015
It’s hard to know where to start in thinking about Dick. Dick Means, Chuck Griesinger and I were best friends and virtually inseparable growing up. We all lived only a few houses from each other and were constant playmates. Virginia Maxwell (Staib) mentioned some of the fun things we did. As we grew up we did a lot of crazy things together. I remember one time when Dick and I rode our bikes up route 7 from Steubenville to Toronto to visit my sister. I would have had a stroke if one of my kids did that.
When we got in high school and Dick could drive we did some even crazier things. I remember some pretty wild times in his father’s “Olds 98” and the time his uncle let him drive us around in his shiny, new, yellow Lincoln convertible. At the time, we really thought that was a big deal.
In High School Dick was extremely popular. With his good looks and charm he was a real hit with the ladies. I can’t remember how many girls wanted me to try and “fix them up” with Dick since they knew I was one of his best friends.
After high school Dick went to work in the steel mills like his father and mine. I couldn’t get a job in the mill so I moved to Washington D.C. and ultimately Oklahoma. I remember seeing Dick at the Holiday Inn that Marian Fagerstom (Haines) mentioned. I was surprised that Dick wasn’t coming to the actual reunion. I still don’t understand why. I would have loved to have spent more time with him.
I tried to find out what year Dick passed but I didn’t have any luck. But the tragedy of his passing will be with me forever. As it turned out, I was passing through Steubenville on my way to Oklahoma from having visited relatives in West Virginia. I hadn’t planned it, but I thought I would stop and see if I could make contact with Dick. I didn’t get any response by phone and I even went out to his house but no one was home. So I continued my journey to Oklahoma. Shortly after I got home I found out from Chuck (I believe) that Dick had passed from cancer just a couple of days before my attempt to see him. I was heartbroken that I never even knew he was ill because I would have been there in a heartbeat to see him before he passed.
I still think about Dick amazingly often. He will always remain a “best friend” and I’m sure Chuck feels the same way. I’m know Chuck will join me at the reunion in having a special toast to Dick. He is missed terribly but definitely not forgotten. We love you Dick.
Its hard to imangine our class without him. I remember his brother. His father drove the school bus and was a friend to us all for a very long time.Raymond was a part of all the sporting events.He was not replaceable. I hope if his wife sandy is in the area she will make an appearance at the reunion.
" God's Will Is What Pleases Me"
No matter what happens, no matter what goes wrong,
God's will shall be done, God's will shall be done.
I want you to realize, I want you to see,
God's will is what pleases me.
God's will is what matters. God's will is what's to be.
If your life or my life is ever to be free.
We can fight it and suffer or just let it be,
for God's will is what pleases me.
There are times that we think that we may know more.
For me that was years ago, before he opened the door.
Now everything's clearer and more plain to see.
God's will is what pleases me.
His grace flows through us when "his" will is done.
Someday we will see "Him", God's precious Son.
Then we will know that always was to be.
God's will is what pleases me.
Jim Woolf was a very kind and gentle person who looked for the best in others. He and I were in the same Sunday School class at First United Presbyterian Church. He was also a member of the church choir and participated in many of the church youth and adult activities. He loved each day of his life....and he loved his Bible.
We lost him so many years ago, but we will see him again. Jim was a devoted Christian and a true believer. Thank you, Jim for what you added to our lives. Although your life on this Earth was shortened, you remain in our hearts always.