This page is to honor our friends who have past away.

We remember each of you in our own special way - we were all young, vibrant and invincible - or so we thought.  We are sad that you are not with us to reminisce and catch up on the past 30 years - you enriched our lives - we think of you often.  God bless you and keep you 'til we meet again.


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Wade Allred

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Ronald Babcock

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Kelly Barnard

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Dale Barras

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James Butler

James was born in Baton Rouge Sept. 17, 1960. He was the second son of Ralph William and Jimmie Carol Lefeaux Butler. He was a precocious child who was always looking for adventure. He was a charming man who loved fun and had many friends. He married Cynthia Gray and started a family, Andy, Aaron and Katie. After he and Cindy divorced, he started his own business, Filter Tech Inc., at the young age of 25. He married Nan Drew Butler and fathered two sons, Caleb and Zachary. He loved the outdoors, hunting, fishing and spending time with Johnny and Chris Darensberg at their camp. He loved to cook and was a very fine chef. His first love was building and designing. He loved his house and beautiful garden that he designed himself. He lost his son, Caleb Drew Butler, on Dec. 29, 2002, in an accident at the hunting club they both loved. James took a downward spiral after Caleb's death and never recovered. He died Tuesday, Jan. 6, of this year. Visiting at St. Patrick Catholic Church on Thursday, Jan. 8, from 9:30 a.m. until Mass of Christian Burial at 10:30 a.m., with the Rev. Jerry Martin, celebrant. His many friends and his family will miss him dearly. He is survived by his children, James Andrew and wife Claire Pickett Butler, Aaron Gray Butler, Zachary Ross Butler and Katie Louise Butler; granddaughters, Olivia Lynn and Addison Mae Butler; mother, Jimmie Carol LeFeaux Butler; two brothers and their wives, Ralph William Jr. and Susan Coan Butler, and Russell John and Roxanne Lemoine Butler; sister, Helen Barry Butler Searles and husband David Searles; nieces and nephews, Kelly, Corey and Sarah Butler, John and Emily Butler and Paige and Morgan Searles; paternal aunts and uncles, Mona and Rene Delaune and Curt and Rita Lefeaux; special friend, Ms. Johnnie Capone; and six cousins. He was also preceded in death by his father, Ralph William Butler; paternal grandmother, Helen Butler Liuzza; paternal grandfather, Colie C. Butler; maternal grandfather and grandmother, James Earl and Elnora (Dodie) LeFeaux; and cousin, Curtis LeFeaux.

This is a copy of the obituary that was published in The Advocate on 1/7/09 & 1/8/09.
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Peter Fledderman

Pete loved the Beatles, and he followed intently every rumor that they would reunite.  I remember that he had newspaper clippings referring to a possible reunion posted on his bedroom’s wall.  Besides the Beatles, Pete loved hard Rock.  I was not particularly interested in Rock myself (since I was in my Jazz phase back then), but I went to a Ted Nugent concert with Pete and some other guys in the summer of ’79.  My ears rang for several days afterwards.  Pete also loved military history and would play board games that allowed people to re-fight important battles—especially those of World War II.  I particularly remember re-fighting the Battle of the Bulge with him several times.
 
One of the funniest things I remember about Pete is that his father had a homemade keg-o-rator and kept track of the number of beers he drew out of it.  Pete’s dad kept track of his beer consumption with a tally-sheet taped to the ancient refrigerator’s door.  Now and then, Pete, Robert B., Wade K., and I would steal drafts from Pete’s dad’s kegs!  We had to make sure that we never took too much.  I recall that Pete’s Dad would sometimes complain about the beer missing from his supply!
 
Pete’s Mom was a parent who made a point of connecting with Pete’s friends, and she was able to do that through popular music.  She obviously had her own love of music, for Pete’s brother and sister are named Paul and Mary (so they were Peter, Paul, and Mary!).  Mrs. Fledderman also loved the band Fog Hat, and Pete got her tickets to a Fog Hat concert in Baton Rouge once.  One Christmas—I think the Christmas of 1978—Mrs. Fledderman got Looney Tunes soap gifts for Pete and his group of friends.  Mine was Wile E. Coyote!

Submitted by Larry Bonds
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Mindy Mallet

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Barren Matherne

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Marcy Noonan

I sat next to Marcy in Jazz Band class (I believe in 10th and 11th grade), as we were both in the band’s “rhythm section” (keyboard, drums, bass, guitar.)   While I can’t claim she and I were ever really close friends, we did “work” closely together in class.  She always seemed happy, smiled frequently, always said “hey” as she dropped her stack of books, but once behind that keyboard she was serious and focused.

 

My most vivid memory of Marcy happened soon after we met and started playing together.  We (the entire jazz band) were working on a new tune – probably another sight-reading “test” we were hit with on almost a daily basis under the watchful ear of Lee Fortier.  (Anyone in that class will tell you their respect for Lee was very high, but a daily goal for each student was to make the ending bell without receiving a classic Fortier tongue-lashing!)  Anyway, while concentrating on minimizing my mistakes, I started hearing these unbelievable sounds and chord changes coming from the keyboard.  I glanced Marcy’s way, and what I saw was both amazing and actually a bit funny. 

 

If you’ve ever seen a small child walk-up to a piano for the first time, their little hands just sort of beat and bang away at the keys.  And those who have witnessed that know it sounds pretty much like… a small child beating and banging on the keys – a train-wreck if you will.  Well, in Marcy’s case, what I saw and what I heard certainly did not match.  Like the description above, her hands were loosely banging and beating on the keys - up and down, back and forth, all over the place… but out of the keyboard speaker came precision voicing, rhythm, and chord changes!  Realizing her fingers where hitting the right keys with her hands flying around like that was stunning to me.  I don’t think she ever knew it, but I remember frequently adjusting my seat and music stand so I’d be able to watch her play. 

 

While I don’t know any details of her life after high-school, it’s my understanding she played professionally and gave lessons in and around the New Orleans area.  Back in class at Broadmoor, I remember she always seemed to have a slight smile on her face while playing.  I think it was a mix of contentment, satisfaction, pride, but mostly the joy she had for playing music.  Her talent was truly amazing.  

 

Marcy, I wish I had taken the initiative to get to know you better back then.  I hope and pray wherever you are, there’s a keyboard close-by.

 

Submitted By Mark Harrell

 

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Marcy Noonan was an extraordinarily talented musician, and I especially remember how beautifully she played piano and keyboard for stage band in junior high and high school.  In junior high, the guys in stage band loved to tease Marcy, where someone (I believe it was Van Jacobs) nicknamed her “Bubbles,” and whenever we played “Mercy, Mercy, Marcy,” we all made the inevitable pun on her first name.

In the spring of our sophomore year, I distinctly remember Mr. Fortier and Mr. Bergeron teaching Marcy some of the basics of playing jazz keyboard with that old Fender-Roads that the stage band had.  Those of us interested in stage band, met in the dank little green room below the stage in the auditorium because there was no other room for us to rehearse in at that hour.  Mr. Fortier told Marcy that she needed, especially when improvising solos, to play chords from the piece with her left hand and to improvise or “stab out” (Fortier’s words) melodies on those chords with her right. Marcy, as I recall, quickly learned to play some really fine and creative solos.

Right before graduation, I remember speaking with Marcy about her plans.  She told me that she was going to teach music and piano and spend as much time as possible playing the blues.  I remember envying her plan, for I wished that I had her talent and dared to live my life that way.  From what I understand, that is exactly how Marcy lived the rest of her life.

Submitted by Larry Bonds
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In Memory of My friend Marcy:
It's taken me a bit longer to put into words how I'll remember Marcy as it had been not only a shock to read and hear about Marcy's death, but a feeling of deep sadness and remorse for having lost touch over the past 25 years with Marcy, my high school friend.

I remember I met Marcy in our Sophmore year after my best friend Kathy McAuley introduced us. Kathy told me that I'd really like Marcy as we had a love for the same type of music and Marcy would "get me".  We did share a fondness for some great music and musicians, and she did in fact "get me".  She'd laugh at my jokes and tell me that she wasn't sure why she liked me, but that she just did.  She'd warn me that I was going to be sorry for skipping typing class as often as I did, and unfortunately, she was right, as I spent a good part of my later years typing away as an Executive Secretary. I still listen to her Al Stewart's "Year of the Cat" Album that she loaned me (you guessed it - I never gave it back). I never play the album without remembering Marcy's contagious laughter and her "Jeez Robin" replies to some of the juvenile things we did back then for fun. 

Marcy played the piano for me at my wedding.  She claimed she was actually nervous, but as I remember, it was all for not.  She played as she always played, beautifully. 

I wish I would have taken the the time to tell Marcy how I valued our friendship through the sometimes challenging, exciting, and cherrished years at Broadmoor.  I implore all who read this to not let time pass before picking up the phone or sending an e-mail to your friends and/or family and sharing with them how you value and love them.  I wish I had done this for myself with Marcy.  I will never have that opportunity nor will I anticipate sharing laughs and memories at the reunion with Marcy.  I will however, cherrish her and see her as she was in high school; young and in anticipation of unleashing her yet discovered talent. 

Submitted by Robin Matte Grainger

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My name is Tom Fletcher. Some of you may remember me because I attended Broadmoor Junior with my lovely ccousin Marcy. She and I had been very close as small children because we were first cousins (our mothers were sisters).

Others may not remember me because unlike the remarkable Marcy, I was not remarkable. I was the kind of kid who 'faded into the wood work' and in my case deliberately so.

In any case, Marcy was remarkable in ways alrady mentioned. She was certainly talented in school but also afterwards. She and I were in close contact for a long time after seconday school. She was successful as a pianist and as a piano teacher until her death, and I'll never forget learning of it from Canadian Mounties who informed me of it because I was there giving a student field trip at the time she died. My memory of her death remains there to this day.

I am at a loss for why she died so young. It's been a very long time since she died, but it's been this long since I've felt remotely capable of writing about it.

Thanks so much for those who've already written about Marcy.

Sincerely,
Tom Fletcher
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Kent Parsons

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Wendall Salassi

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Jane Sibley

Jane Sibley, was so dear to my heart.  I remember when we were in the 9th grade we sent a picture in to the long and silky contest.  My sister took a picture of Jane and I by my parents pool.  She had that gorgeous long black hair and I had the long blonde hair.  haha we never did hear from the contest.

Submitted by Anne Lovell Epperson

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Probably everyone thought of Jane as so sweet and kind like I did at Broadmoor. We skipped for lunch a time or two, but we were only casual friends back then. Remember her baby blue firebird? Or was it a camero – I can’t recall which - it was hard to miss! But I do miss Jane. I got to know her after her illness. It began in the fall after her senior year.  Little did we all know, Jane was very depressed; she went to visit her grandparents in Shreveport that Summer. Since she couldn’t cope with her depression alone, she was smart to check herself into a hospital. It was there that her life changed dramatically; she was accidentally given an overdose, woke up three months later from a coma and realized she had lost complete function of her body. Jane lived this way until her death at the age of 43.

When I rekindled a relationship with her, Jane had round-the-clock caregivers and lived in a condominium off Jefferson Highway. I visited her several times…would apply her makeup, wash her hair - we even went to see a movie!  But most of the time we would just visit and talk about all of you! She always wanted to hear about your lives…even those of you she didn’t know. But what you don’t know is, Jane’s way of talking was to tediously point out every letter on a board – it was such an effort for her especially when she had to repeat herself several times because I couldn’t get it.

Jane became very close with the Lord. She would often say, “I can’t wait to live with Jesus.” I know it was incredibly difficult for her to hear about our lives, but it never stopped her from asking. Remember she came to our 10 year reunion?! I’m so glad she did, but she wouldn’t come to the 20th. She had made a pact with herself that she would only attend if she was able to walk by then.

Despite her situation, Jane had a courageous spirit – her inner beauty far outshined her man’s lady exterior – even during her high school days. I wish I would have visited Jane more. I will never forget her.

Submitted by Rosemary Crifasi Bajon, 10/6/09
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Mark Stewart

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David Stiglets

David died in 1991.  He was shot and killed in what the police call a “drug deal gone bad.”  His mother still grieves for him as if it just happened.  He also has 2 sisters, Jana and Robin. 

 

I grew up with Davey (as we called him).  Our families have been friends since we were 3 years old.  His birthday was 3 days before mine and we celebrated them together for many years.  One year we had Ballerinas on one side and Cowboy and Indians on the other side of the cake….we were 6.  Growing up he was like another brother for me and my 3 brothers.  Many people thought my mother had 5 kids.  He played football in our front yard with my brothers and we played baseball on the empty lot down the street during the summers. 

 

When I transferred to Broadmoor he was the one person that I turned to for acceptance.  Davey, Trent Stewart and I would skip out during lunch and go to Taco Bell.  We couldn’t go to McDonalds…too many teachers there to bust you for skipping. 

 

As the years moved on we lost touch.    Davey’s mother and my mother are still friends to this day.  So, we always knew what was going on in his life.  His death was devastating to my family.  It was like loosing a real brother. 

 

Submitted by Veronica Villavaso-Smith

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Allen Joseph Dufrene

Allen Joseph Dufrene, 49, was a beloved husband, father, son and friend. A resident and native of Baton Rouge, Allen passed away Tuesday, May 31, 2011, at home surrounded by his family. He was a longtime employee of John Crane Inc. Allen is survived by his wife, Sharon Dufrene; father and mother, Huey and Eloise Dufrene; daughter, Lindsey Emma Renee Dufrene; son, Joey Jesse James Dufrene; and two brothers, Lynn and Patrick Dufrene. Visitation at Greenoaks Funeral Home 9595 Florida Blvd., Wednesday, June 1, was from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. Visitation will resume at St. Patrick Catholic Church on Thursday from 9 a.m. until Mass of Christian Burial at 10 a.m. Allen was a member of St. Thomas More Catholic Church. He was also an active volunteer and supporter of children with disabilities. The family requests that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to FHFGBR Resource Center for Autism Spectrum Disorder, 778 Chevelle Drive, Baton Rouge, LA 70806
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Amanda Louise Fairbanks

Amanda Louise Fairbanks was born July 12, 1961, in Baton Rouge. She passed away Thursday, Feb. 2, 2012, in Clemson, S.C. She is survived by her father, W.S. "Bill" Fairbanks III; mother, Gretchen Kirsch Fairbanks, Baton Rouge; sister, Ann Shepherd Fairbanks; nieces, Ally and Avery; nephew, Ben Shepherd, Austin, Texas; uncle, Glen D. Fairbanks, Dallas; aunts, Francis Fairbanks Crawford, Mandeville, and Margarite Kirsch Snelsire, Clemson; and numerous aunts and cousins. Preceded in death by her brother, W.S. Fairbanks IV. A graduate of Broadmoor High School and LSU, Amanda was very beautiful and talented. A memorial service will be held at St. George Catholic Church on Thursday, Feb. 9, at 9 a.m. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."
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Mario "Buster" L. Armanini, Jr.
Mario "Buster" L. Armanini Jr., a resident of Baton Rouge, passed away Thursday, August 2, 2012 at the age of 51. He a member of St. Jean Vianney Catholic Church, Knights of Columbus, and Capital City Umpires. Mario was a loving husband, father, grandfather and brother who will be missed dearly by all that knew him. He is survived by his wife of 20 years, Becky R. Armanini; two daughters, Jessica A. Boudreaux and husband Glen of Breaux Bridge, and Cara Armanini; son, Mario "Louie" Armanini III; two sisters, Marcia "Marcy" Olinde and husband James, and Monica Bennett and husband Warren; two grandchildren, Marshall Boudreaux and Remy Boudreaux; and numerous nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, Mario Sr. and Alice Armanini; and brother, Michael Armanini. Visitation will be held at Greenoaks Funeral Home on Sunday, August 5, 2012 from 5pm until 9pm and resume at Greenoaks on Monday from 10am until funeral service at 12pm. Interment will follow in Greenoaks Memorial Park. Pallbearers will be: Warren Bennett, James Olinde, Travis Warden, Louie Armanini, Justin Olinde and Glen Boudreaux. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Mario's honor.
Published in The Advocate from August 4 to August 5, 2012
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Ken Hebert

Keneth ""Ken"" Hebert, native of Baton Rouge, La. and resident of Aurora, IL passed away on Sunday, September 23, 2012 at the age of 52. Visitation will be held at Resthaven Funeral Home on Friday, September 28, 2012 from 5 p.m. until 9 p.m. and will resume on Saturday, September 29 from 9 a.m. until funeral services at 11 a.m. He is survived by his wife of 23 years, Sandra Ellis Hebert; son, Mark J. Hebert; mother, Bess R. Gardner; father, Robert E. ""Bob"" Hebert Sr. and his wife Lois; two brothers, Robert ""Robby"" Hebert Jr. and his wife Cheryl, and Terryl W. Hebert; two sisters, Deidra Meyer and husband Keith and Brenda Holden; and two step-sisters, Cindy Hebert and Donna Grayson. He is preceded in death by step-father, Samuel Gardner. Ken graduated from Broadmoor High School and received his BSEE from Devry University of Dallas Texas. He was a Corporate Process Improvement Engineer with Amtrak for the last five years. With numerous promotions he accepted assignments moving him to several different states, including Romania, where he brought his Cajun flare, honesty, loyalty and friendly manner where ever he went. Ken truly loved every minute of his career and he touched hearts worldwide. He loved to travel and see the world, humbly remembering standing on the Port Allen side of the levee looking at Baton Rouge across the Mississippi River saying to himself ""one day I'm going to get off this levee"" and he did. Ken loved challenges and was not one to go down without a fight. He loved to cook, fish and golf. He had a kind, sensitive heart and he will be deeply missed by all who knew him. Please visit www.resthavenbatonrouge.com to sign the online guestbook.

Published in The Advocate from September 26 to September 29, 2012

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Aimee Roubique "Madame" Blanchard
 
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." 2 Timothy 4:7. Wife, mother, sister, friend and teacher, she was born on August 22, 1961 and passed from this life into the arms of her parents and her Lord Jesus Christ on February 18, 2013. She is survived by her husband and dear friend, Randy Blanchard, two beloved sons, Jeremy and Zachary Mapes, one step-son, Randy Blanchard II, and two daughters-in-law who brought her much joy, Jesse Mapes and Jessica Blanchard, one grandson, Randy Blanchard III "BB", who enjoyed watching River Monsters with her. Aimee is also survived by five loving sisters, Rachel Roubique, Jehane Oneal, Celeste Gray, Emily Coco and Camille Stockdale, and four brothers-in-law, Patrick Oneal, Mel Gray, Robert Coco and Phillip Stockdale. She is survived by a sister by choice from the 4th grade, Mary Ann Velasquez Reech and her husband Joel. Aimee is also survived by seven nieces to whom she loved giving romance advice, wanted or not, and six nephews, who were much loved and enjoyed. She is also survived by three great-nieces and two great-nephews who were pure joy to the whole family. Aimee was a French teacher, most recently at Central High School. She loved her students and enjoyed taking them on trips to France and Canada. She hosted several groups of French exchange students. She most enjoyed showing her sister videos that her students had made. Her last movie with some of her sisters was her beloved Les Miserables. On one of her trips to France, after wearing her husband out, she continued on a whirlwind tour of Paris. During her sickness, she gave much inspiration to all who loved her as she faced cancer with bravery and resistance. Visitation will be held on Thursday, February 21, 2013 at Greenoaks Funeral Home, 9595 Florida Blvd., from 5 p.m. to 9 p.m. and on Friday, February 22, 2013 from 9 a.m. until service time at 12:00 p.m. Burial will be in Greenoaks Memorial Park. She will be dearly missed by her family, but we all have hope that we will see her again as we one by one make our way to our heavenly reward. In lieu of flowers, the family wishes contributions be made to The Carpenter House and St Joseph's Hospice." So when the corruptible shall put on incorruption, and the mortal shall have put on immorality then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory, O death where is thy sting, O grave where is thy victory." I Corinthians 15: 54-55.
 
Published in The Advocate from February 19 to February 22, 2013
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Greg Brown
Gregory began living a life filled with faith, family and fun on July 10, 1960. From his youth, he was deeply loved by everyone who knew him. Greg was married to his college sweetheart, Jane Almond Brown, for 24 wonderful years, and together raised Olivia (16), Vivian (14), and Victor (8). He was fervently devoted to his parents, Harley and Eloise Brown, his siblings, Cathy (Bill) Brunson, Harley Mark Brown, Carolyn Bell, Suzan Watkins, Jeanine (Barry) Hartin, and to his numerous nieces and nephews. He summed up his feelings for them in the words, ""Love, Strength and Unity."" ""The love of family and God's love with His healing hand has brought overwhelming strength and unity."" Greg was the epitome of the word, community, and always made everyone feel appreciated and welcomed. Whether during lunch, golf, or just hanging out by his Shed, within minutes, he would have you laughing and enjoying the time together. As a founding member of Saint Thomas More's Men's Club, he fulfilled his passion of serving others and cooking for his large family of friends. His backyard BBQs, tailgating parties and crawfish boils were always filled with sincere camaraderie. Those who knew Greg never saw him have a bad day or utter an unkind word. Even while battling cancer, Greg continued to warm the hearts of everyone who walked into his life. The family would like to express their deep appreciation to Dr. Gerald Miletello of Baton Rouge, and to Dr. Issa Khouri at M.D. Anderson, along with the entire teams of leukemia nurses on the 16th floor and the stem cell transplant nurses on the 18th floor. Your love and care for Greg and our family has been overwhelming and deeply appreciated. Visitation will be at Rabenhorst Funeral Home, 11000 Florida Boulevard, Sunday, November 24, 2013 from 4 pm until 8 pm. Visitation will continue at St. Thomas More Catholic Church, 11441 Goodwood Boulevard, Monday, November 25, 2013 from 1 pm until Mass of Christian Burial at 2 pm. A rosary will be recited at 1 pm. Interment will follow in Greenoaks Memorial Park, 9595 Florida Boulevard. Pallbearers are Bill Brunson, Michael Snedigar, Reed Brunson, Ryan Snedigar, Cameron Hernandez, Peter Kirk, Daniel Brunson and Mark Bellue. Honorary Pallbearers are Barry Hartin, Alex Velasquez, Steve Smith, Will Thompson, Randy Baham, Charles Caves, Robert Hoch and Sterling Core. In lieu of flowers, Greg would prefer that you consider a donation to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center or bethematch.org.
Published in The Advocate from Nov. 22 to Nov. 25, 2013
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Steve McCown
McCown, Steven Thomas Was born on Feb. 27, 1961 in Dayton, KY, the son of Herbert T. and Linda L. McCown. He graduated from Broadmoor High School in Baton Rouge, LA in 1979. He attended Louisiana State University. He married Amy Darlene Day in Baton Rouge on Aug. 20, 1986. They lived in Baton Rouge, Rosenberg, TX and Dallas. He died on Saturday, Feb. 8, 2014, just 19 days short of his 53rd birthday. He was a Christian, so he is now in a better place in the hands of God. He is survived by his loving wife Amy, his mother and father, his daughter Roxanne McCullough and her husband Brandon Sr. grandson Brandon Jr and his two sisters, Kathryn Tydlacka and Janet Lynn Davis and her husband Thomas, and by many nieces and nephews and great-nieces and great nephews. Steven was an avid hunter and gun collector and loved music and movies and was a storehouse of trivia. He was a devoted "pappy" to his grandson Brandon. He was a skilled mechanic and machinist and loved to "fix things". Services will be held at Waxahachie Funeral Home at 1201 W. 287 By-Pass Waxahachie, Tx. Viewing will be Tuesday evening from 6 8 p.m. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday at 2:00 p.m.
Published in Dallas Morning News on Feb. 11, 2014
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Jean Faith Barrilleaux (Griffin) Lemcke
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Pagiel Hall Czoka
Pagiel Hall Czoka

Pagiel Hall Czoka went home to be with the Lord on Monday, March 13, 2017 after an extended illness.

Pagiel was born in Bristol, TN on December 1, 1961. She was the child of Clara Hall Czoka of Kingsport and the late David Ladd Czoka. She was also preceded in death by her paternal grandparents; Ladislaus Czoka and Helen Pantili Czoka of Richlands, VA and maternal grandparents; Robert Herschel Hall and Angie Combs Hall of Kingsport.

In addition to her mother, Pagiel is survived by two loving sisters; Kirsten Czoka Hoskins (Carlo) and Holly Hall Czoka, an uncle; Don C. Hall (Lois), a nephew; David Czoka Dean (Jane), a niece; Luthien T. Hoskins, three cousins; Herschel Hall (Andrea), Andrew Hall and Sarah Ashley Hall and two great nephews; Damon Dean and Jeremiah Sams.

Pagiel graduated from Broadmoor High School in Baton Rouge, LA in 1979 where she was an accomplished tennis player. She was ranked second in the state of Louisiana in her age group and was given the “Best All Around Sportsmanship” award in April of 1977. She graduated from the University of Tennessee where she majored in English Education, plus she was on UT’s women’s soccer team during her senior year. She then taught English at Phillips University in Marburg, Germany. When she returned to the US she became assistant to the director of the Elie Wiesel Center for Judaic Studies, Professor Stephen Katz, at Boston University. She received editorial credit for several of Dr. Katz’s books and she was honored for being instrumental in organizing the conference celebrating Nobel Peace Prize recipient Elie Wiesel’s 80th birthday party.

Pagiel had a great love for traveling having been to Israel, Europe and New York City, to name a few. She enjoyed soccer, tennis, music, pottery, movies, poetry and the study of Judaism and Christianity.

Pagiel had memories of many close and cherished friends; Harvey and Pat Van Dyke, Reese Van Dyke, Beth Lutz, Chrissy Hawk, Beth Levine, Ingrid Anderson, and from Baton Rouge; Peggy Hatch Ojea, Joy Matherne Boyer, Tracy Montgomery Militello and Kathy Pasrisey Barbay.

Pagiel attended First Broad Street United Methodist Church in Kingsport. The family wishes to thank everyone for their prayers, visits and expressions of concern. Special thanks to all those at Preston Place II, Lifecare, Wexford House and Caris Healthcare for their compassion and dedication in Pagiel’s care.

A visitation will be held Thursday, March 16, 2017 from 10:00 am – 10:45 am at Tetrick Funeral Home -Bluff City Chapel. A graveside service will follow at 11:00 am at Morning View Cemetery with Reverend Harrison Bell officiating. Pallbearers will be selected from friends and family.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial donations be made to Compassion International (12290 Voyager Parkway, Colorado Springs, Co 80921-3668) and the Holocaust Museum (100 Raoul Wallenberg Place SW, Washington, DC 20024)
Leigh Adair Hartsfield
Leigh Adair Hartsfield, age 47, a resident of Baton Rouge, LA, passed away on March 30, 2008 at the University of Alabama at Birmingham.

Survived by:
His Parents, Wheeler Hartsfield, Jr. and Rebecca Sandifer Hartsfield of Baton Rouge, LA;

1 Brother, Blair Duane Hartsfield of Lewisville, TX.

Visitation will be at 10:30 a.m. at Poole-Ritchie Funeral Home on Thursday, April 3, 2008.

Funeral Service will be at 2:00 P.M. at Poole-Ritchie Funeral Home Chapel on Thursday, April 3, 2008.

The Rev. Clay Norwood will officiate with Interment to follow at Ponemah Cemetery.

Alicia Gene Ammon Ogelsby Bourgeois

Alicia, 49, peacefully passed away Sunday, July 25, 2010. Alicia was full of life and loved by all. Her big blue eyes reflected her passion for life and left a lasting impression on all those she met. A native of Baton Rouge and resident of Beeville, Texas, Alicia is survived by daughter, Kaylon Alicia Ogelsby; mother, Alicia DeRegil Ammon; sister, Donna Ammon Comeaux; brother, Richard Boyd Ammon; and numerous nieces and nephews. Preceded in death by her husband, Richard Bourgeois; father, Gene O. Ammon; sister, Sandra Esnard Rester; and nephew, Paul Ryan Esnard. Visitation for friends and family to celebrate Alicia's life will be Saturday, July 31, from 10 a.m. to noon at her mother's home, 1002 Cornerstone Drive, Baton Rouge, LA 70810. A private interment will be held at Greenoaks Memorial Park.
Published in TheAdvocate.com from July 28 to July 29, 2010
Anthony Chance Catanzaro