S IL E T Z , O R E G O N
June 1990 - P A G E 9
IN MEMORIAL
S H IR L E Y
" F O R M Y M O M S H IR L E Y "
Death is a fact of life and its something
we all must face. But who would have thought
that I would be writing this now. I just was not
ready to give you up yet. It seems there's so,
much left that we had to do. I guess you think it
vyill never happen to anyone in your farnily. /\nd
then all of a sudden death is knocking at your
door. I clearly rem em ber feeling panic when
that bird flew in your" house last year, but I
would never have believed that It was you that I '
would lose.
You were always there when I needed
y o u . AI w ay s 11 s t e n i n g , neve r c rltlc lz ln g , ”
always loving, always caring and shewing of
yourself. I feel as if a part of my heart has dled-
and gone to heaven with you. They say time
heals all wounds and God never gives you more
than.you can handle, but one has to wonder at a
time like, this.
I know there are many people that will
miss your sm iling face and your sense o f
humor. You touched the lives o f so many,
probably more than I'll ever know. I find/ some
comfort in knowing that so many people have
these wonderful memories of you as I do.
When I feel the tears start running down
my cheeks I can hear your voice say, I love you
Babe and take good care of your Dad and my
G randbabies. And give that Baby Richard a
smooch and a hug from his Gama Gama. So I dry
my tears and I go on as I know you would want
me to .
I know you're with Randy and Stacie, so
I w on't say goodbye, but until w e alL meet
again.....
; Your Loving Daughter
Babe
T O M Y S IS T E R S H IR L E Y
I still find it hard to realize you're
gone. I know my fa m ily w ill m iss your
loving,caring, and happy face. I find m yself
.reaching fo r.th e phone because I'm sad and I
knew that you would cheer me up and tell me,
"chin up, things,, will get better". I try to tell
m yself hot to be sad as you are in a better
place yvlth.our ^pve.d Ones, and you suffer no
more. But l w a s jip t ready for you to go yet.
We will miss You and
Love You Always
Sandy, Coy,
Dévlin, & Chad
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TH A N K YOU
We would like to thank everyone for
th e ir kindness during the .loss of our Beloved
Wife, Mother, Grandm other and Sister, Shirley
A n g i/S tric k le r. Thank you fo r the flow ers,*,
cards, food and special Love and Caring you
have given us. A special thanks to the people
who were at the hospital with us praying that
God w ould let us keep her for a little w hile
longer.
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Richard,Sheryl, Sandra
Tammy, Ron, Randy,
Derek, Lisa, Chris,
Shyla, and. Baby Richard
W A R R IO R
S P E C IA L
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THANKS
I shall vanish and be no more, But
A special thanks to four special friends
who are like my sisters and who have always
given me their Love and support when I needed
It. Thanks Becky W illiam s, Darlene Carkhuff,
Elaine Thomas, and Linda King.
Sandy Thomas-'* /-'
the land over which I now roam
Shall remain And change not.
A N N S T R IC K L E R
Shirley Ann Strickler was born to '
Jay Goodell and Vernie Strong Goodell in ;
Salem, Oregon on September 16, 1937. !
She died in Newport, Oregon on April 21, ;
1 990.
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Mrs. Strickler had been a life long ;
resident of Logsden, Oregon.
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She married Richard L. Strickler in
Sacramento, California o n February 20,
1 954.
She was a m em ber o f the
Confederated Tribes of Siletz Indians and had
been enrollm ent manager for the past ;
fourteen years. She was a member of the
Siletz Ladies Club.
She was preceded in death by her two
eldest children, Stacie Ann S trickle r
Oleman and Randall Jay Strickler.
S urvivors include her husband,
Richard Strickler of Logsden, Oregon; one
daughter, Sheryl Sim mons o f S ile tz,
Oregon; three sisters, Tess Green of Dallas,
Oregon, Roberta Martin of Willsboro,
Oregon and Sandra Thomas of Salem, O regon;!
eight grandchildren, Tammy, Ron,. Randy, !
Derek, Lisa, Chris, Shyla and Richard; one
great granddaughter, Kaylee; and numerous
nieces and nephews.
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Funeral Services for Shirley were
held'at the Siletz Tribal Community Center
on Wednesday, April 25. Reverand Al !
Burkey officiated.
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IN MEMORY OF MARY:
Into each life comes an unforgettable
p e rs o n .
One such person came into
mine...her name was Mary Ashley.
Her vigor for life invaded my world
the day we met, and living directly across
the street from Mary, I received a daily
dose.
Before I knew it, I was hooked. Her
face was the first face I saw in the mornings
as we opened our curtains to wave hello, her
voice the first, "Good Morning" of each day.
We planned o u f homes, our yards,
our meals and our lives together. We
talked, we laughed, we cried and we became
true friends.
To be Mary's friend was the greatest
privilege of my life, even though I only had
her friendship for one year, far too short
and yet a lifetime would not have been long
enough. I loved her dearly and I will miss
her smiling face in the window, her sweet
voice on the phone.
Goodby for now, Mary,
Carol Shivers
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