Elizabeth Miller died peacefully on February 25th, 2015 in Redwood City, California after a short illness. She was surrounded by her loving family at the time of her passing.

Elizabeth was born Elsbeth Rosa Bein in Nurnberg, Germany on June 13th, 1923. Her parents were Max and Erna Bein.

Elizabeth and her younger sister, Ingrid (deceased) narrowly escaped the Holocaust in May 1939, due to the compassion and generosity of England's Kindertransport program. Eighteen months later, Elizabeth and her sister emigrated to the United States and were reunited with their parents, who also miraculously survived the Holocaust.

Elizabeth eventually became a United States citizen, which always remained a great source of pride for her. She voted in every election, and she was actively involved in the political process for her entire life. She cared deeply for the welfare and freedom of all people, especially the down-trodden.

In addition to raising her family, Elizabeth worked several jobs, most notably as the librarian of the Redwood City Tribune and the Palo Alto Times for over 20 years. She also volunteered for several charitable organizations.

Elizabeth had a passion for music, art, writing, and history. Her water-color and pastel paintings received many local awards. In 1991, while living in England for six months, she researched and wrote New American Revolution as Described by British Writers, published by Heritage Books.

Elizabeth loved culture, nature, and travel. She and her husband of 58 years, Lewis D. Miller, traveled to nearly every corner of the world. Her most recent trip to Alaska took place, when she was in her nineties.

Elizabeth took great pride in both her physical and intellectual health. Until the end of her life, she exercised every day; and in order to keep her mind active, she read The Economist every week cover to cover.

Elizabeth is survived by her husband, Lewis, three sons, six grandchildren, and four great grandchildren.

Memorial contributions can be sent to the Humane Society of Cheboygan, Michigan (or any animal protection program of your choice), or the Public Library of Indian River, Michigan (or any public library of your choice), or the Kindertransport Association (KTA).

"30 YEARS! I DID IT MY WAY" - Memoires of Kea
(this title: Kea was 30 when she left us. "I DID IT MY WAY" - Inspired by Frank Sinatra " - MY WAY #Lyrics will follow for those that dont know the song

Born March 2nd, of 1995 Russell Lee Barker Jr. Son of Crystal M Caldwell, Dwight Caldwell, Brother of ( oldest - youngest) William Haqq (28), Johnathan Johnston (24), Tiffany Barker (21) Randal Williams (20) Jonah Barker (17) Lauren Caldwell (2), and also ason Jeremiah David Lee Barker(3). Russell had a rough life in the start, music and school were his only escapes from his hauntings. Russell attended East High School and Emilly Griffith High School where hegraduated at the age of 16 and to receive a full ride scholarship to Florida State University in Tampa Bay, where he obtained 2 bachelor degrees and one masters degree one of the youngest to succeed . Russell was an amazing person there was not a day that he didn't smile or make others around him smile, young , wise , and very very Talented. Its very sad to see a great person be called home so early you will always be loved Rest in Peace. We will also play to special selections We Are The World by Michael Jackson and Thinking out Loud by Ed Sheeran.

Margaret Ross Thompson, 91, of Etiwanda, CA, passed away Feb. 12th, 2015 at home. Born Margaret Ross McCann on Feb. 18th, 1923, in Belfast, Antrim, N. Ireland to Henry and Elizabeth Charlotte Armitage McCann, she is preceded in death by her dear husband Charles Edmund Thompson.
She was loving mother to Elizabeth and Donald Sanders of Etiwanda, Ross Thompson of Pomona, Alanna and Richard Brambila, and Maria Thompson of Moreno Valley. She was grandmother to 10 and great-grandmother to 19. She was preceded in death by her parents and also her siblings Billy McCann, John McCann, Betty Talbot, May Hill, George McCann, and Raymond McCann.
She is also survived by her sisters Hilda Kyle of Newtonabbey, N. Ireland and Eileen Braganza of St. Lambert, QC, Canada.
As a child, Rita excelled in school, but had to complete her education at 14. She worked in bakeries and rose to management before the outbreak of WWII when she left to work in a munitions factory. After the war, she moved to England where she met and married her husband, Ed. They immigrated to Montréal, Canada in 1950 where they had their three children before immigrating to the United States in 1968.
Rita was an accomplished writer and painter and had an eye for décor and fashion. A voracious reader, she especially loved the classics, biographies, and mysteries. At 11, she memorized Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" for a school recitation and, though she didn't understand much of the poem then, it was the beginning of her lifelong concern for her ancestors. She gave many hours of church service as a teacher and family history missionary, but spent her free time researching her own family line, and gathering and writing the stories of her loved ones. She had a strong sense of personal duty to God, family, and society, and she never went against the decisions of her conscience.
Rita was devoted to her family and friends. She scoured the shelves of Hallmark to find the perfect card for each person, never forgetting a birthday or important occasion. As her children and grandchildren grew, she still liked to make a fuss over their accomplishments, ideas, and even new outfits. As her health declined, she continued to take every opportunity to greet the people who entered her home. She was gracious and curious about them and had a kind word for each one. She could bring people into her heart in a way that made them feel safe and welcome, whether she had known them for thirty years or thirty minutes.
Her beautiful soul will be missed by her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, family and friends.

Thank you for taking the time to visit this page and honor my Dad with your respects. I realize it's taken a while to get this up and running, but it's also taken a long time to truly process that he's gone. Gone in the physical sense at least. I know he's made such a powerful and lasting impression on us, which has left us much better people. I know that if nothing else, he will live on within all of us through the lessons he's taught us. There's always his love of NASCAR and American iron too, to remind us of him. Perhaps it was the pleasure of driving his Vettes and the truck that kept him so happy... something to think about I suppose!

I can see the effect he's had on everyone. I see the appreciation of simple things and the importance of being humble in my brother Brandon. I see the incredible respect in everyone's faces from his Job at Saia. I could especially see the pain in everyone's eyes at Tucson Meadows, when we that short memorial service. You all showed in your face that we know the world has lost someone great, but also that my Dad left us with awesome stories to laugh about and remember fondly. I also saw that his great friend, Joe there at Tucson Meadows, cared so much for him; so much that not seeing him or hearing from him for a day quickly led to serious concern. If he hadn't been so concerned and called the police, it could have easily taken much longer for someone to find him. Thank you so much for that, Joe. Thank you all so much for honoring him in your own way.

I know that I'm not really in a position to make a request from you, but if I had to make one, it's simply to think about him every now and then. To remember the honorable things he's done, the great lessons he's taught us all, and most of all - his selfless nature. If we all continue to remember these things, we'll undoubtedly make the world a better place. I know that's what he would have wanted. Well, that and for Tony Stewart to pick up some more wins! Thanks again for visiting this page, and I hope that reading and visiting has helped you find peace!