Wade Allred
Ronald Babcock
Kelly Barnard
Dale Barras
James Butler
Peter Fledderman
Mindy Mallet
Barren Matherne
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
Wendall Salassi
Jane Sibley
Mark Stewart
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
Allen Joseph Dufrene
Amanda Louise Fairbanks
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
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.