Marty Katz, 66, of Hemet CA passed away due to medical complications on September 3, 2016. He was born September 15, 1949 in Brooklyn, New York. He served in the US Army and was a retired Aircraft Mechanic. He loved camping, shooting and spending time with his family and friends. He was preceded in death by his parents Harry and Thelma Katz. Marty is survived by his true love of 32 years Kimberly, daughters Shawn Katz (Jeff), Sheryl Burningham (Monica), Christina Katz (Michael) and son Joshua Katz (Demi), 10 grandchildren and many extended family and friends. Marty fought a GREAT fight and will be missed by all who know him. RIP our dear husband, father, grandfather and friend. Until we meet again.......We love and miss you.

The eclectic life of Lawrence C Phipps III - realtor, rancher, horseman and flamenco guitarist - ended on Friday, September 2, in Denver at the age of 82.

Born in Denver on October 28, 1933 to Lawrence C Phipps, Jr. and his second wife Bertha "Tooney" Richmond, he spent his early childhood years growing up in Denver and then at Highlands Ranch in Douglas County. Following his parents divorce in 1938, he moved with his mother to Wyoming, living his teenage years working on cattle and sheep ranches near Sheridan and Buffalo.

Lawrence attended Pomfret School in Connecticut and then Princeton University, where he focused on Russian and Turkish language studies. After graduating in 1955, he served in Army Intelligence, stationed primarily in Frankfurt, Germany and additionally working as a translator during the 1958 Lebanon crisis. He was a natural polyglot, with a knack for languages throughout his life, speaking German, Spanish, and French with proficiency, in addition to Russian, Turkish and Arabic. He was a lifelong student of history, which developed his gifts for storytelling.

Following his service in the Army, Lawrence returned to Denver to begin his career as a realtor and pursue other entrepreneurial ventures. He eventually started his eponymous brokerage, Lawrence Phipps Real Estate, specializing in commercial real estate, and worked more recently as a broker for Rocky Mountain Realty.

He encountered flamenco music during his college years and it quickly became one of his many lifelong passions. He studied guitar under gypsy prodigy Rene Heredia for 25 years in Denver. In this era, he travelled to Spain annually to seek out flamenco artists and collect guitars. As a patron of the flamenco arts, Lawrence hosted travelling flamenco guitarists, singers and dancers at his Victorian house in Capitol Hill across the 1970s and 1980s. These years are remembered for lively Wednesday night parties every week, attended by people from all walks of life, where flamenco jam sessions would spontaneously fire up in the early hours of the morning.

Lawrence was committed to the life of a horseman since his teenage years. He was appointed in 1968 as Joint Master of the Arapahoe Hunt, a fox hunt revitalized by his father at Highlands Ranch and then relocated to Lowry Bombing Range. Polo was another of his pursuits. He played for the Cheyenne Polo Club, one of the earliest teams on the Front Range, as well as for other local clubs. In both the fox hunt and polo communities, he is remembered for introducing and welcoming an abundance of new members to the clubs.

He moved in the 1980s to the Quarter Circle Bell ranch in Elbert County, where he raised Limousin cattle until his death. At the ranch, he and his wife Marie resumed the tradition of weekly events by hosting Tuesday evening dinner parties for friends and neighbors over the last 12 years.

He owned and operated the Red Ram Restaurant and Saloon in historic Georgetown, CO in the 1980s. A man of many hobbies, he was an avid photographer and restored classic cars, notably Lancias, a Citroën Traction Avant, along with Diamond T and International trucks. He was a member of multiple social clubs, including the Denver Club, where he played squash, the University Club and the Alliance Française.

Lawrence is survived by his second wife, Marie-Pascale Foucault, a stained glass painter and conservateur from France to whom he was married for the last twenty years of his life, and his only son, Lawrence IV, from his first marriage to Suzanne Newton.

He is remembered by many extended social circles of friends and family for his sharp wit, animated spirit, and gift for telling stories. Most of all, he possessed a cultivated curiosity about other people’s lives, continually making new friends by engaging any recent acquaintance with his inquisitive sense of humor.

The family welcomes remembrances made online at this site.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that you donate directly to the American Heart Association: https://donatenow.heart.org

Rosemary Carrano, noted New York City book publicist passed away peacefully at her home in Tamarac, FL on June 26th at the age of 61. Her passing was due to complications brought on by fronto-temporal dementia (FTD), an ailment Rose had battled against the last few years. Rose is survived by her husband, Roy along with their son, Raphael Wiemann in addition to her father, “Rudy,” stepmother, Katie and three brothers, John, Carl and Anthony Carrano.

It was on May 10th, 1955 in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, NY that Rose was born to Rudolph and Rosemary Carrano, the third of four children. Only a few years later, her family relocated to the nearby Long Island hamlet of King’s Park where she resided through her high school graduation. After a brief period studying at Huron College in South Dakota and then, John Jay College of Criminal Justice in Manhattan, Rose began to pursue a budding interest in the publishing world of NYC which became the foundation of her lifelong career.

That focus on publishing evolved from administrative duties early on for McGraw-Hill and subsequently, Franklin Watts Publishers before securing a position at HarperCollins’s publicity department. It was there that Rose spent 12 years guiding a diverse assemblage of authors and titles of various interests eventually becoming Director of Publicity in 1998. As staff publicist and then, director, Rose’s eclectic projects included the very successful children’s book series of Laura Numeroff’s, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie,” the fiction of Jackie Collins, John Sayles, and Vikram Seth, self-help from Thomas Moore as well as handling the memoirs of film legends, Ernest Borgnine, Peter Falk and Anthony Quinn.

In 2000, Rose left HarperCollins to form her own public relations firm where she continued until 2012.

Shortly thereafter in February of 2013, Rose was diagnosed with FTD, a fast-moving form of dementia that strikes a younger profile and physically targets the brain’s frontal lobes. It’s this area which handles the cognitive and reasoning capabilities; essentially the “how” and “why” comprehension which unfortunately disappears by the physical reduction of these crucial components. Natural functions of sympathy and empathy are replaced by apathy and indifference in this “behavioral-variant” of the disease in addition to the slow but steady decline and obliteration of communicative and motor skills.

At that juncture marked by her diagnosis, her husband, Roy Wiemann enrolled Rose in two ongoing research studies at the University of California at San Francisco Memory and Aging Center in hopes of offering insight for future advances against the disease and ultimately, producing a potential cure. These studies were under the guidance of Center Director, Dr Bruce Miller and Associate Professor of Neurology, Dr Howard Rosen. As of now, there are no medicinal or therapeutic offerings to combat and cure this tragic disease. Despite the prognosis of FTD, UCSF was an incredibly invaluable support these few years.

She was also a long-time member of Soka Gakkai International, an organization dedicated to the spreading of world peace through culture and education based on the teachings of Nichiren Daishonin’s Buddhism. Rose often opened her home on Bleeker Street for meetings filled with chanting and dialogues, while eagerly visiting members home providing emotional and spiritual support with an open ear, caring voice, and sincere prayers to the Gohonzon.

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Our precious little angel, Alexander Joseph Tveit, son of Aaron Tveit and Jessica Conway, was born into the arms of angels on Wednesday, August 31, 2016. Although Alexander did not get to spend any time on this earth, he touched many lives and was loved by many of his family members.

A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, September 3, 2016 at Hillside Cemetery, 50 Mulberry St, Middletown, New York with Reverend Jonathan Tveit officiating the service.

In addition to his parents, Alexander is survived by his siblings Ryleigh and Alayna; paternal grandparents Rosemarie and Stanley Tveit; maternal grandmother Donna-Lynn Conway; aunts and uncles Jonathan Tveit, Shawn Cerrano, Kristen and Timothy McHarris, Rachel Cerrano; cousins Olivia McHarris, Kathleen Cerrano, and Gianna Cerrano and numerous other relatives who loved Alexander very much.

The family would like to thank the nurses at Hackensack University Medical Center for the incredible care provided to the family during their time of need.

There will be an open house memorial service for Patricia Hines, who died Monday August, 22 from a long illness.

Born Patricia Ann Penrod, she was a loving wife and mother. She retired from Ventura Unified School District in food services. She enjoyed hobbies, traveling, and spending time with her family.

She is survived by her husband, the love of her life for 54 years, Zane (Bud) Hines; son and daughter in law, Michael and Dahlia Fletcher; son and daughter in law Kevin and Sally Fletcher; daughter, "the light of her life", Kristi Hines; and "adopted granddaughter" Anna DeLeon. Patricia was grandmother to 6 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. She is also survived by her brothers: George Penrod, Kenneth Penrod, and Delbert Penrod, as well as many nieces, nephews, and cousins. She was preceded in death by her infant daughter, Shauna Michelle; her sister, Francis Konklin; father, Dawson Calhoon Penrod; sister, Emma McMurrey; mother, Bessie Lee Penrod; and sister, Fern Potts.

Patricia will be deeply missed by her family and friends. In lieu of flowers, please feel free do donate to the ASPCA or Easter Seals Society in her memory.

Thank You

Leone Rene Morris was a beloved mom,daughter,sister,friend,teacher. She was born Sept 14,1956 to Leo and Edna Morris. She was a mom to Robert

After a valiant battle to regain his health, David W. Qualls passed away on August 17, 2016, surrounded by his family who loved him and miss him greatly.

David was born on July 3, 1945 in El Paso, Texas to Ralph and Margaret Qualls. His family later moved to Fresno, California where he graduated from Bullard High School in 1963 and from Fresno State University in 1967 with a degree in History. In 1968 he entered the Navy, and upon graduating from OCS in 1969, he worked in the Supply Corps where he was sent on multiple deployments. He received his MBA from University of Virginia in 1975, and went on to achieve the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He eventually retired from active duty, but remained in the Naval Reserves, retiring with the rank of Commander.

Upon active duty retirement, he entered the business world in 1986. He started working for Garden Fresh Corporation, the parent company of Souplantation and Sweet Tomatoes. He worked for Garden Fresh for 22 years as Chief Financial Officer and later as President, helping the restaurant chain grow from just 2 to 115 locations. He also helped take the company from privately owned to a publicly traded company, and later retired in 2008.

David enjoyed travelling with his wife, Lynne, playing and watching soccer, and was an avid fan at his grandchildren’s sporting events. He is remembered for his integrity, his generosity, and his keen sense of humor. David is survived by Lynne, his daughter and son-in-law, Michelle and Ed Radley, his son and daughter-in-law, Chris and Alice Qualls, his son and daughter-in-law, Christopher and Erin Hohler, and his 6 beautiful grandchildren, Jack, Seamus, McKenna, Mason, Landon, and Haley. He is also survived by his brother, Ralph Qualls and sister, Betsy Verras.

David’s ashes will be interred at Miramar National Cemetery.

NUESTRO PEQUEÑO GUERRERO.
Todo comenzo un sabado a las 2:30pm cuando tus papas te llevaron a la Casa Húngara por primera vez, en ese momento comenzamos a forjar cada uno de nosotros una relación contigo, una más diferente que la otra. Sin embargo todos logramos sentir tu presencia, nunca pasaste desapercibido, porque todos conocemos como eres a la hora de relacionarte con otras personas, tu personalidad no es nada común, más bien es algo único y especial.

Todos te vimos crecer tan solo cuando eras un pequeño renacuajo que vivía jugando con piedritas y las ponías en su bolsillo para jugar con ellas cuando te aburrías , tus travesuras eran únicas y estabas de primero para hacerlas, siempre andabas buscando un chisme como todo un novelero. Con tus historias locas y con tu sarcasmo, eras esa persona que a pesar de todo, te lograba sacar una sonrisa, que sin importar lo que te había ocurrido podía alegrarle el dia. Por eso es que siempre te recordaremos, por esa alegría y picardía que llevabas contigo, porque eres una persona que luchó y nos demostró que  nunca hay que rendirnos. que siempre hay algo porque pelear en nuestras vidas, que uno vive para alcanzar metas y objetivos. Y gracias a ti muchos de nosotros pudimos aprender y abrir nuestras mentes, puede que hayas sido muy joven pero todo el tiempo aprendíamos cosas nuevas de ti, fuiste un pequeño maestro en nuestras vidas. Nos enseñaste con valentía y coraje, sin embargo fueron tus acciones las que nos cambiaron la forma de ver las cosas, en pocas palabras un niño de 15 años cambió la vida de cientos de personas.Por eso todos nosotros insistimos que dejaste marcada tu huella, y esa huella nos sirve para reflexionar, para aprender, apreciar la vida con sus dificultades y agradecer lo que tenemos con todo nuestro ser ( y me dirijo en especial a mi mismo y a todas las personas que están aquí presentes que tomemos esto muy en serio, vivimos acomplejados por cosas que realmente no toman gran importancia en nuestras vidas, y aveces no pensamos en los verdaderos problemas que si afectan a las personas.Y por eso los invito a vivir el momento y disfrutar cada minuto que podamos,Porque estamos seguros de que una persona como Alan, que nos está viendo allá arriba, no quisiera que perdiéramos tiempo en cosas que de verdad no valen la pena.

Alan, cabe mencionar que tu eras un hermano para nosotros y siempre te recordaremos como Familia. Ya que fuiste tú mismo el que se ganó ese puesto en cada uno de nuestros corazones.

El día de hoy ya no estás presente para poder reírnos contigo o tu de nosotros, en este momento cada uno de nosotros tiene la fe de que ya estas en un lugar mucho mejor llenando de colores y sonrisas, en este año y medio de lucha nos uniste cada día más ,nos enseñaste a ser mejores personas y ver la vida de otra manera a pesar de cómo te sintieras siempre tratabas de tener una sonrisa  y sin contar que fuiste capaz hasta de ir a un campamento. Nunca dejaras de ser parte de cada uno de nosotros te recordaremos cada día y te tendremos presente en todo momento y todo lugar, para nosotros nunca vas a fallecer en nuestras mentes y corazones. Siempre te vamos a tener presente en todos los campamentos, en todos los sábados y en cada día de nuestras vidas siempre estarás ahí con nosotros.

A pesar de los grandes retos que tenemos en la vida siempre debemos mantenernos fuertes, disfrutar lo que tenemos, disfrutar nuestra familia, disfrutar los amigos, disfrutar lo que nos rodea, nunca perder las esperanzas y más que todo siempre mantener una sonrisa, mantener la felicidad. Alan fue y siempre será un gran guerrero y un gran ejemplo a seguir.

Quisiera citar al escritor Pablo Neruda, "Queda prohibido  no sonreír a los problemas, no luchar por lo que quieres, abandonarlo todo por miedo, no convertir en realidad tus sueños."

Alan nos demostró el significado de esta frase con esa alegría y gran espíritu carismático que lo rodeaba.

Solo te pediremos que nos cuides y guíes en cada uno de nuestros pasos.

Jó munkát
Te queremos muchos -FAMILIA, AMIGOS, HERMANOS SCOUT-
Tu eres nuestro pequeño superHéroe.