Tribute

We would like to honor and remember those of our classmates that have passed away. Please submit any information including rememberances so we can post them. Please submit info to: Webmaster

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Mark Angell '68

A Note from Mark's sister,Marilee "Angell" Walker. Mark was born June 19, 1949 and passed away May 13, 2002 in Redlands, California at the age of 53.  Following San Pasqual Academy, he went to Union College for one year and PUC for another year. He was drafted into the White Coats and spent his military time mostly in Washington DC where he worked in the controllers office at Walter Reed, using his business background. Following release from the army, he started a career in food and beverages, managing banquets for hotels, etc. He became assistant manager for the Sheraton aiport hotel in San Diego and we had many weeks of free rooms and free food which was alot of fun! He managed the Black Angus Restaurant in Cerritos,and spent many years as Manager of Anna's Italian Restaurant in Sherman Oaks. In his 20's, Mark decided to train for the Boston Marathon and it was not unusual for Mark to be seen running 10 miles a day throughout the Loma Linda, Grand Terrace area. One of the big disapointments in Mark's life was breaking his ankle the week before the race and not being able to fun.  But, Mark took up Golf instead and became passionate about it, often playing up to three times a week. He also made sure his sister, neice and nephew all had golf clubs, so that they could play too! Most vacations became "golf" vacations and he made sure that he visited friends who shared his passion for golf.  Mark decided to move home with his mother, following the death of his father in 1992, and lived there with her for approx. 10 years. While there, he went back to school to finish his BA degree in Business. He had moved out approx. a year before his death and was living in Redlands and managing the AM/PM mini-mart on Redlands Blvd. Mark was not married and had no children, but often enjoyed teasing his niece and nephew when they visited.   Mark had a very extended family of those that worked for him and we heard many stories about how Mark had helped each and every one of them, giving them money, letting the pregnant women continue working until due day, although the company disapproved. These women told us how they would not have had money for their other children had they not been allowed to work and said they would always appreciate what Mark had done for them. Mark truly made an impact on many people around him. A friend of our's has set up a camp scholarship fund in Mark's name. The first year, one child was sent to camp who otherwise could not have afforded to go, and this last year, we sent 4.  If anyone is interested in donating money to to the Mark Angell Scholarship Fund. Please send to: 

Rocky Mountain Conference of SDA

2520 South Downing Street

Denver CO 80210

Phone:(303) 733-3771 Fax:(303) 733-1843

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Adelberto ("Bert") Barajas '62

Adelberto Barajas passed away in 2003 after battling the effects of diabetes for many years. Bert is remembered as a hard-working, soft-spoken student employee of the Golden Rule Bindery, where he worked during the school year and summers as well. Bert worked in the Central Service Department at Paradise Valley Hospital for more than a decade. Survivors include one son, two daughters and several grandchildren. Info submitted by Judy Haas Bingham, Class of 1961.

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Harold Bradbury "72"

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Donovan Dinning '68

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Duane L. Gordon '85
April 22, 1967 - Dec. 5, 2005

 
 

Duane attended SPA his Junior and Senior year (1983-1985). A couple of years after graduation, Duane married his high school sweetheart Kim Mashburn (Class of 1984). Duane continued school to become a Respiratory Therapist. Duane and Kim had a son Matthew.  Years later Duane and Kim divorced and Duane re-married.
 
During his second marriage Duane had a daughter Meghan and a son Marc.  Duane was a great father, friend and classmate. He is remembered for his humor, love of music, sports and playing of his guitar. Please remember his children. Matthew (13), Meghan (7) and Marc (4). A Financial Account for contributions has been established for his children:
 
Duane Gordon
Washington Mutual Bank
4 West Redlands Boulevard
Redlands, CA  92373
Account #1963470538
 
Remembrance from a friend:
 
Duane and I first met in the 2nd. grade at South Bay Jr. Academy, where he took me under his wing and showed me around. We became best friends, playing baseball, attending summer camp at Camp Cedar Falls and we joined Pathfinders together, not to mention getting into trouble. Our favorite MLB baseball team was the Los Angeles Dodgers and when we played baseball Duane would play first base and I played third .Duane gave me the nickname of “Penguin” after Ron Cey of the Dodgers, that nickname has stuck with me to this day!  We left S.B.J.A. after the 8th. grade splitting paths, Duane went to Rio Hondo Academy and I went to SPA. Duane later transferred down to SPA his Jr. and Sr. years. We were roommates at SPA and after graduation I was in his wedding with Kim. Duane was my best friend, like a brother. My mom even un-officially adopted him as her 2nd. son.  No matter how long we went without seeing each other, we were right were we left off. I love him dearly and will always remember his good heartedness and humor.
 
I will sign off as Duane did in my senior yearbook….
 
…"Friends till death!”
 
Mark Waldo
Class of 1985
 
Remembrance from a friend:
 
Duane and I became acquainted in our Junior Year. Later on that year we started hanging out and had a few classes together. Our friendship developed from there. In our Junior year Summer I went on my first long road trip with Duane. What were our parents thinking! We drove to Washington State to visit his sister Lynn. Wow what a great trip and so many good memories I still carry with me to this day!! Duane and I musical tastes were quite different to start, but I learned to like ROCK and he in return enjoyed my music (pop, R&B, soul, etc..).
 
We stayed in touch in the early years out of Academy. Duane was at my first marriage bachelor party. Although many years have passed I never once felt as though we were disconnected. Through mutual friends such as Mark Waldo ('85) or Rylan Means ('85) I would pass on to him a short “what up”, in return I would get the same feedback
 
As with many other classmates and experiences in my life while at SPA it seems like it was just yesterday and the years of separation are only evident by the extra pounds and not extra hair.
 
I still listen and spark up each and every time I hear this song by Dire Straits
 “Your so far away from me”
 
I miss my friend Duane Gordon very much.
See you in heaven bro for the next road trip.
 
Troy Egly
Class of 1985
 

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David Bruce Hawthorne '70

April 20, 1952 -- April 10, 2005

Bruce Hawthorne passed away peacefully April 10, 2005, at Palomar Medical Center. A 42-year resident of Escondido, California, Bruce had served in the Air Force; spent much of his life in his family's business, Hawthorne Rent-It-Service; and was the owner of McFadden Feed Store in Escondido. Bruce attended San Pasqual Academy and graduated from Orange Glen High School in 1970.

Bruce is survived by his parents, Tom and Dorothy Hawthorne of Escondido; brother Brian Hawthorne of Escondido; sisters Debbie Ness of Poway and Chris Singer of Idyllwild; children Summer Davis of Escondido, April Velarde of Vista, Bruce Hawthorne Jr. of Carlsbad; and Julie Engelgau of Texas; and granddaughter Sage Ann Marie Davis of Escondido.

A memorial service was held at the Escondido Country Club on Saturday, April 16, at 3 p.m. for close family and friends.

In lieu of flowers, the family recommended contributions be made in Bruce's name to the Helen Woodward Animal Center, 6461 El Apajo Road, Rancho Santa Fe, CA 92067.

A Rememberace from a friend: I remember hanging around with Bruce, Ted Pernula, Boyd Henly and Les Brown. Bruce ALWAYS had a big grin on his face. . .was fun to be around. My thoughts go out to his family. Danny J Goff '70

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Sharon Jarrett '62

   Her dad was the poultry manager for many years.

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Joyce Juhl '73

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Dr. Victor E. Knolty DDS. '54

Class of "54" and the school photographer at the time. Victor and his wife spent their retirement time travelling the world and giving generously to the mission field on many projects.. Died April 1, 2000 at Loma Linda, California during a move from Riverside to Reche Canyon where they had just bought a new dwelling. Info submitted by walt larsen, class of 54

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Teri Haughey-Kuhlman '77

Teri Haughey Kuhlman, 44

WALLA WALLA, Wash. -- Teri Haughey Kuhlman, 44, died Thursday, January 29, 2004, at her home of melanoma.

Teri was born on August 2, 1959, in Escondido, Calif. She attended elementary School at the Escondido Adventist Academy and graduated from San Pasqual Academy. She graduated from Walla Walla College with a bachelor's degree in health and physical education.

She had lived in Walla Walla, Wash., for the past 22 years, where she taught in the physical education department and was the office manager for the department. She was very active in competitive triathlons and was a finisher in the Canadian Ironman. She was founder of several athletic yearly events. This past year she was the main feature of an "Escape Series" documentary on Blue Mountain Television showcasing individuals who have great courage facing life's difficulties. Teri was an active member of the Walla Walla College Seventh-day Adventist Church. She enjoyed her roles as a wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend. She was an avid athlete, artistic and creative. She fought valiantly for over three years with her disease.

Teri was preceded in death by her mother, Barbara, in 1973; and grandparents Paul and Bernice Haughey.

Survivors include her husband of 22 years, Curtis Kuhlman and son, Spencer of Walla Walla, Wash.; parents Richard and Marolyn Haughey of Escondido; two brothers, Rick Haughey of Palos Verde Estate, Calif., and Todd Petrik of Sacramento, Calif.; two sisters, Kristi McGee of Poway, Calif., and Lenae Haughey of Escondido, Calif. She is also survived by her in-laws, Hale and Dolores Kuhlman of Rainbow, Calif.; brothers-in-law Hale Kuhlman Jr. of Valencia, Calif., and Brad Kuhlman of Santa Maria, Calif.; sister-in-law Renee McKaig of Riverside, Calif.; grandmother Dorothy Kibbey of Escondido, Calif. She is also survived by 14 nieces and nephews; brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law; numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and a multitude of friends.

A funeral was held on Monday, February 2, 2004, at the Walla Walla College Seventh-day Adventist Church with over 850 people in attendance. Burial was in the Mount Hope Cemetery, College Place, Wash. Mountain View Funeral Chapel of Walla Walla, Wash., handled the arrangements.

A memorial service was held for Teri on Saturday, February 21, 2004, at 2:30 p.m. at the Escondido Seventh-day Adventist Church, 331 West Fourth Ave.

The family suggests donations be made to the "Teri Lynn Kuhlman Cancer Foundation" for melanoma research or to a college fund set up for her son, Spencer. Donations may be made through the Escondido Seventh-day Adventist Church.

A remembrance from a friend:

Steven Neuharth '70

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF STEVE NEUHARTH

Steven Ruben Neuharth, San Pasqual Academy Graduate 1970

March 27, 1952 -- born in Inglewood, California

May 1970 -- Graduated from San Pasqual Academy

May 1975 -- Graduated from Southern Missionary College

June 1, 1975 -- Married to Sharilyn Mae Taylor, identical twin to Marilyn (Taylor) Gordon, & daughter of LeRoy and Helen Taylor

June 7, 1975 -- Steve & Sharilyn died in car accident in Ogallala, Nebraska, returning from honeymoon

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Brian Manuel '83

Brian died on April 2005 after a domestic dispute and police altercation.  Brian was known at SPA for his wonderful voice  choir and his humor.  Brian was a good friend to his fellow classmates.  Please remember his wife and his surviving relatives in your prayers.

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Rupert Norris '67

Rupert came to SPA in his senior year, from his home in Barstow, California. I can refer to my Alape, to see what nutshell slogan I wrote beside his portrait, as I did for most of my classmates soon after graduation while I still remembered them.
There I see that I wrote, of Rupert, "Thinks for himself." The reason I didn't write "Speaks for himself" is I suspect because I don't remember ever hearing Rupert speak. To my memory he was introverted and quiet, and I never made an effort to talk to him.
I have a personal story about Rupert and me. While I cannot remember him ever willingly interacting with anyone, he and I accidentally interacted forcefully one day in PE class. As a way of practicing for basketball we were divided into two teams for steal-the-bacon, the "bacon" being the basketball placed midway between the two rows of boys. The object was to beat your corresponding opponent to the ball if your number was called and make a basket with it. Rupert and I ended up with the same number, our number was called, we raced for the ball, bent down, and smashed heads together. I trust this story to be true but must rely on hearsay from witnesses as I remember none of it. I suffered a steal-the-baconcussion with enough amnesia to make me forget whether or not we had already done Xmas and exactly who was my girlfriend. Rupert has been my blame-all for years ever since. Long before I was old enough to be having a "senior moment" I could plead "amnesia due to a concussion" and pardon all my flub-ups on a "sports injury in high school." It's a handy excuse for someone who flubs up as frequently as I do; I recall Rupert often, as a result.
I look at his portrait now, not as a peer but as an older man observing a boy. I see that Rupert is indeed thinking. He looks deep in thought. He always looked as though he were deep in thought. Rupert looks serious. He always looked serious. I suspect he possessed a great amount of self awareness and self acceptance, as he seemed to seek little of it from others. He didn't show the need to bounce his thoughts and opinions off of others hoping for peer approval. Now, decades later, when I look at his portrait I wish I could ask what's on his mind, what he is so serious about. I'll bet he could floor me with answers.
While we are certain of the fact that Rupert is deceased, regretfully we lack any verifiable information as to the circumstance of his death. Rumored to have been killed during service in Viet Nam, we hope to learn more about Rupert's life and death. This remembrance is but a trifle, especially if our classmate did in fact sacrifice his life in war. Please share the full story if you know anything more. Submitted by: Ron Richardson '67

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Sally Joan Page ’58

Sally Joan Page Yeager-September 21, 1939 – January 4, 2006, was born in Wysetta, MN.  She grew up in St. Helena, CA and then attended San Pasqual Academy from 1954 - 1958.  She had several careers following graduation, including dental technician, real estate sales, secretary and bereavement councilor. 

Sally had two children; Debbie who was killed tragically in an auto accident when she was only 21 years old, and Daniel, who survives.  She is also survived by a granddaughter, Danielle.

 Sally lived in Orange County, CA until three years ago when she moved to Menifee (near Temecula, CA) to be closer to her son.  She passed away in her home on Tuesday, January 4, 2006.  Her son, and her long time friend Helen Dorchuck Trainer ’58 were with her.

Sally enjoyed singing in the SPA choir when she was in academy and in her church choir during her adult years.  Those of us who knew and loved her will remember her joy of living, her wonderful laugh and her great smile.  She died with her hand in the hand of Jesus.

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David Pimental '74

David died February 19, 1988, in a plane crash at Big Bear, California. He was at a camp meeting with the Seventh-Day Adventist Singles Group. On Sabbath afternoon, a gentleman in this group was taking people up for plane rides in his Cessna. David went up with him alone, and the pilot decided to show off to some young ladies watching from the ground with an acrobatic stunt called a "Hammerhead". This stunt is where the airplane goes straight up into the air and then stalls the engine. The pilot did not go high enough and the plane immediately hit the ground in front of the singles group watching the plane. They both died immediately from impact. My family was told by the Federal Aviation Investigation team the pilot was not licensed to do stunts, and probably did not know that acrobatic stunts are not performed at high elevations. It was tragic loss for our family for we loved him very much. David loved life, loved people, loved adventure, but most of all loved God. I miss him very much, but I know someday I will see him soon. Susan Vague, Class of "74" (David's sister)

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Arn & Joanne Slater '52 - '62 Faculty

Arn was the Boy's Dean from 1952 - 1962. He passed away 07, 1999. Their son Kent grew up on campus. Both Joanne and Kent were killed together in an automoble accident on the way to church as a result of the Ford Explorer/Firestone Tire Recall. They passed away in 11, 2001. Information was submitted by Ron Woods '60 who is Joanne's brother.

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Bob Mead '62

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Jon Sones '69

Jon attended SPA his freshman year in 1965-66. He and I, Ron Richardson, were each other's first room mates. We were part of a group of students who worked at the school during the summer of '65, commuting daily from the Vista-Escondido area. He and his sister Jodi ('66) were among my first SPA friends because of our daily contact working and commuting that summer. When we learned that we would be assigned to room mates if we had not requested one, John and I decided to request to room together. We were two years apart in age but at least we knew each other and liked each other.
We were both new to dormitory life, and I'm glad to say we made the adjustment easy for each other. We got along fine, but before I got to know him well we were each making friends in our respective classes. Funny how today there would be no real difference between us in age, but a H.S. freshman and a H.S. junior are considerably different. We mutually parted, once we were each more secure in our new surroundings and had made more friends. We didn't hang together as we were in far different classes, but we always acknowledged each other warmly as our first dorm brother, there for each other when we were raw and nervous.
It has been so many years since someone told me of Jon's death that I don't remember who I heard it from. But I remember hearing with sorrow that Jon died of pneumonia while serving in Viet Nam. Anyone with information is warmly urged to share it here. Submitted by: Ron Richardson '67

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Sharon Wanamaker (Kraft) '67

May 8, 1949 - November 2, 2007

Memorial Video

Eulogy for Sharon Lea Kraft
By Tyler R. Kraft

When Sharon Lea Wanamaker was born on May 8, 1949, she displayed a talent for being a special blessing to her loved ones, which she would continue to exhibit throughout her life. She brought more happiness to her parents, George and Edna, than the typical newborn brings, because that year, May 8 happened to be Mother’s Day. As an only child, when Sharon was delivered at 12:34 a.m. at a Murphy Hospital in Whittier, Calif., her birth was the true dawn of Mother’s Day.

As little Sharon grew up, she developed a good sense of humor, though sometimes that humor would get her into trouble. One day she decided to play a little joke on her mom and she went into the kitchen and replaced the sugar with salt. Sharon’s timing could not have been better, as later that day her mom decided to bake an apple pie. She waited in anticipation for the dessert to come at dinner, so they all could have a good laugh. Needless to say, after a long, hard day at work, her dad was not in a laughing mood when he took the first bite of pie.

Sharon used her humor to cope with life. While she was raised in an abusive home, it was not all bad. She enjoyed her frequent camping and fishing trips with her dad and had fond memories of doing many things in the outdoors. As she got older, Sharon became involved with sports at school and won awards in basketball, baseball and swimming to name a few. Additionally, she developed quite a passion for reading and cultivated her talents in writing, piano, drama and poetry.

Sharon’s mother was the youngest of six sisters, one of whom, Margaret Rickard, also lived in Whittier. She developed a close relationship with her aunt and uncle Vernon, who were long standing members of the Whittier Seventh-day Adventist Church. When she graduated from eighth grade, due to her aunt and uncle’s influence, Sharon enrolled at San Pasqual Seventh-day Adventist Academy, even though she had been raised Pentecostal.

Sharon thoroughly enjoyed her time at SPA, even though it was a hard at first to adjust to a boarding school. She made straight A’s throughout and continued to develop extracurricular talents, such as public speaking. She won numerous awards and contests for her temperance speeches. Her mischievous side would also come out from time to time as well. As public displays of affection were strictly taboo in academy back then, she got a thrill out of taking part in a talent show with her boyfriend, where the performance required intimate contact, and there was nothing the faculty could do about it – even though they were sitting in the front row. Sharon’s academy years brought some pain, as her parents divorced during her sophomore year, but they also brought blessings, as she was baptized into the Adventist Church.

Her graduation was somewhat spoiled, when her long-time boyfriend broke up with her on graduation weekend. But, her heart was not to be broken for long, as a new love would come into her life that summer. Upon graduation, she stayed with her aunt, Margaret, who encouraged her to date a young man from the Whittier church, because in her words “he was the only person she knew of that was of the same caliber as Sharon.”

After rebuffing four requests for a date from this young man, Sharon finally relented on the fifth try and went to watch a musical play with Ronald Kraft. During the play, she kept scooting away from Ron, inch by inch, afraid that he was going to put his arm around her. Finally the man on her other side, requested that she kindly sit back in her own seat. But despite the rocky beginning, Ron and Sharon’s relationship began to deepen. When Sharon left for Walla Walla College at the end of the summer, they began to correspond and entered into a long-distance relationship that last four years.

At Walla Walla, Sharon entered the nursing program, but she never did quite feel at home there - even though her best friend whom she met in academy, Shirley Lay, was a student there as well. Tragedy struck during her junior year, as her mother passed away. After taking care of her mother’s affairs, Sharon busied herself in her school work, trying to make up for the large amount of time she lost. She was successful and managed to graduate with the class of 1971, the same one she had started with; an accomplishment she was quite proud of.

The relief of completing her B.S.N. and P.H.N. brought much joy to Sharon, and that Christmas brought even more, as she accepted Ron’s marriage proposal. But, a few months passed, and it became apparent that a recommitment was needed. So Ron proposed a second time and again Sharon said yes. They were married on December 3, 1972, at the First Congregational Church in Los Angeles; a church that was featured in last week’s episode of Ugly Betty.

As Sharon adjusted to married life, she was excelling in her career. She worked as a neonatal nurse at the White Memorial Adventist hospital until she passed her nursing boards. Upon passing the boards, she was hired as the director of nurses at a home health agency, which was the nursing field she stayed in for the rest of her career.

During this time, Sharon and Ron took their first trip together, they attended the World’s Fair in Seattle, and so began Sharon’s love affair with traveling. In the following few years, they took trips to Europe, the Caribbean, Hawaii, and many other states. Sharon had to put her passion for traveling on hold for a few months in 1981, when she learned she was pregnant.

On November 20, 1981, two weeks before her ninth wedding anniversary, Sharon gave birth to me, Tyler Ronald Kraft. My proud parents brought me home to my nursery that my mom had fully decorated with the animal of her obsession - panda bears. She had always loved animals in general, but for some reason, she was really taken with pandas. In fact, the den in our house was so completely filled with panda décor that we referred to it as the Panda Room. And growing up, I thought that all dens were called panda rooms, so needless to say I got plenty of odd looks from my friends when I asked them where their panda rooms were.

Sharon was a stay-at-home mom, until I was old enough to go to preschool. Even though she started working again, she still made it seem that she was always around. Some of my best early childhood memories were waiting for her to pick me up from preschool so we could go home and watch Little House on the Prairie together. She really knew how to make even the simple things special.

As time went on, Sharon continually proved herself as an excellent wife, mother and nurse. Unfortunately, in 1991, after a bout with chronic fatigue syndrome, she was diagnosed with degenerative neuropathy. This condition was dehabilitating to the point where she could no longer work and she became permanently disabled.

After an adjustment period of realizing that she could not longer walk as far or stand as long as she used to, Sharon began to travel again. Sometimes, if not usually, she and Ron would take me along and the older I became, the more places the three of us went. Our family visited some amazing places together and it was because of Sharon’s drive to see as much of the world as possible. She did so much traveling, that she eventually became a travel agent basically as a hobby. It was her goal to visit 100 countries in her lifetime, and she was exceedingly happy several months ago, when she took a trip that brought her total to 108. In addition to those many countries, she also visited all 50 states and state capitols.

Not being able to work any more, caused Sharon some distress, but she was able to use her abundance of time to help her husband and son with whatever we needed her to do. She was so supportive and sacrificed a great deal to help us succeed. When I was in eighth grade, my school was raising money by selling See’s candy bars. My mother knew that I wanted to win the contest in the worst way, so she would take me to grocery stores and sit in the car watching me for hours as I tried to sell as many as I could. That year, I set a record and sold 2,400 candy bars – thanks to her.

Sharon continued to face all of the trials and successes of life with the same quiet elegance that she had always had. But in 2003, after our family dog Toby died and after getting into a severe car accident, her health problems started to get worse and a depression set in. For a little over two years, she would rarely get off of the couch. It was disheartening for my dad and me to watch her deteriorate, despite our best efforts.

Then in June 2006, things started to turn around when Sharon decided to get gastric bypass surgery. She started to lose a tremendous amount of weight, and the passion for life that had been dormant for so long returned. She was soon driving again and going places like Disneyland and the San Diego Zoo. She began to take classes for fun and meet new people and became much more involved at church. Simply put, she was thriving.

Even in December 2006, when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, she continued to savor life. Through all of the difficulties that came with the disease she had the most positive outlook on life that I can ever remember her having. She fought the surgeries by going to watch plays. She combated the doctor’s visits by going to the gym. She battled the chemo treatments by going white water rafting. She attacked the cancer by putting her life in the hands of Christ. She may have lost the battle with cancer, but with her faith firmly placed in God, I am convinced that she won the war.

Sharon is survived by her husband of almost 35 years, Ron; her son Tyler, stepmother Sharla Wanamaker; half brothers Glenn, Paul and Greg Wanamaker; half sister Christina Tate; aunts Margaret Rickard, Izora Trammel and Maxine Oldham; and numerous cousins and friends.

Sharon Lea Kraft was the sunshine and I’m sure that most of us here have felt the warmth of her rays. Now the sun is gone, but Mama, I will see you in the morning.

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James Smith '62

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Pastor D. K. & Barbara Smith (Faculty & Church Pastor)

Pastor D.K. Smith passed away on 5/15/2002. His wife Barbara has also passed. He was a longtime Bible teacher and Church Pastor at SPA.

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John Cary '69

John Alvin Cary was born June 29, 1951 in Los Angeles, California and lost a courageous battle to lung cancer May 11, 1992 in Houston, Texas. At the time of his death, he was survived by his wife Vickie of 19 years, sons Mark age16 and Brian age 15. John was a loving husband and very devoted father.

He left California in 1972 to get married and live in Houston. He said what he would miss in California was the backpacking, riding motorcycles up the Mountains and quarter miling his 1969 Dodge Dart that he built up for racing.

He enjoyed outdoor activities with his family such as motorcycling, camping and boating He was a big fan of professional baseball and football going to the events as well as watching them on television. He was active with his sons in scouting during which he was Den leader then became a Cub Master. Johnny was always one that his family and friends could count on and if you needed a handyman, John was just a phone call away. His mechanical and electrical knowledge was tremendous. He held many Mechanical and Electrical Certifications. One of his closest friends once said I wish there was a way to be able to attach a computer to download his knowledge for everyone to benefit.

John would be so proud of his sons today. Mark graduated college, married, has a beautiful daughter and is working in management overseeing over 100 employees in his section at a Large Medical Supply Corporation. Brian graduated college with a Doctorate in Chiropractic and is now currently in New York pursuing a degree in becoming a Physician Assistant.

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RICHARD STEPHEN HAUGHEY (Faculty 1958-1968)

Richard Haughey passed away June 30, 2006 after a short illness of brain
cancer. "Dick" was born in Lexington, Kentucky to Paul and Bernice Haughey.
During his senior year at Shenandoah Academy he met his first wife, Barbara
Crouch. They were married in 1957. In 1958 Dick and Barbara moved to San
Pasqual Academy to help his dad, Paul in the bindery. During his 10 years
at San Pasqual Academy he was assistant boy's dean and then became manager
of the bindery. He was a much sought after class sponsor and was very
popular with both students and faculty. Through the years many former
students would contact Dick to thank him, share their memories of him and
tell him the impact he had on their lives and their appreciation and respect
for him.

Dick received a wonderful 22nd birthday present when their daughter Teri
Lynn was born on August 2, 1959. A little over 4 years later their family
was complete with the birth of their son, Richard Stephen Haughey, II born
in December 1963.

Dick left San Pasqual Academy in 1968 and moved to Escondido to attend
school and became a stock broker so that he could better provide for his
family. He worked for 38 years at several brokerage firms and was manager
for the last 16 years. Tragedy struck the Haughey family when on their 16th
wedding anniversary, December 15, 1973, Barbara suddenly died of a rare
congenital heart defect. Dick took on the role of being a single parent and
with his usual strength, determination, poise and positive attitude he did
his best to fill the roles of both father and mother.

In 1975 Dick married Marolyn Kunkel (class of 1962) and blended their two
families with Marolyn's children; Todd and Kristi, and Dick's children Teri
and Rick. He became very loyal to his new family and worked very hard and
diligently to provide for them. They went on many cherished vacations. It
is a tribute to both Dick and Marolyn that they were able to truly
accomplish one of life's most difficult tasks, that of blending two families
in to one. In June of 1981 the family became complete when Dick and Marolyn
adopted Lenae.

Dick had an enormous passion for Christian education. He wanted his 5
children to attend private Christian schools. One year, the 4 older
children were all in college at the same time. In 2005 Dick completed
paying for 40 years of Christian education for his children. Throughout the
years, he financially supported many other students with their education and
service projects.

Dick had a deep love for all his family. One of the greatest joys was
taking his father to England where Paul was able to celebrate his 80th
birthday by visiting the house where he was born in Nottingham, England.
The last 6 years of his life, Dick had become an avid cyclist. He had the
opportunity to cycle through France, completing many of the Tour De France
bike routes, with his sons in August 2005.

In 2000, his daughter Teri Haughey-Kuhlman, was diagnosed with melanoma.
Dick supported Teri and encouraged her in every way he could. Sadly, Teri
lost her battle with melanoma in January of 2004.

He was actively involved in the Escondido Seventh-day Adventist Church. He
served on numerous committees. He also helped with a number of community
projects. He also became passionate about raising funds for Cancer
Research.

The family received devastating news in March of 2006. It was discovered
that Dick had 2 brain tumors and after a biopsy was done in April, it
revealed that Dick had stage 4 glioblastoma. He was so brave and strong
through his short illness. His concerns were always for his family. His
earthly life ended on Friday, June 30, 2006.

Dick was preceded in death by his parents, Paul and Bernice, his wife Barbara
in 1973 and his daughter Teri in 2004. He is survived by his wife of 30
years, Marolyn Haughey; sons, Rick Haughey and wife Marie, Todd Petrik and
wife Naomi; daughters Kristi McGee and husband Bill and Lenae Haughey;
son-in-law Curtis Kuhlman, sister Dottie Gillon and husband Bill. He was
also blessed with 8 grandchildren, numerous family members and a multitude
of friends.

In closing , I think it is safe to say that God graced and blessed our lives
through the life of Richard Stephen Haughey.

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Francis "Hap" Stump '70

Hap passed away June 8, 1997 at his family cabin. He was reading a book when a branch from the tree above him fell and killed him. He is remembered as a cheerful guy who was always upbeat.

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Gary passed away 11/1964 as the result of a car accident in Northern California. Information was submitted by Ron Woods '60.

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Robert Charles "Bob" Davidson (Faculty 1962 - 1965)

Robert Charles "Bob" Davidson 66, passed away peacefully while surrounded by his family on August 29th, 2006 in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He is survived by his wife of nearly 45 years, Carol; children Chuck (Christy) Davidson, Cheryl Davidson and Robyn (Christopher) Lake; and grandchildren Adam, Nathanael and Karyssa Davidson. He is also survived by his brothers; Kenneth (Jan) Davidson and Richard (Jo Ann) Davidson, six nieces and nephews and 4 grandnieces.
Bob was born in Glendale, CA on December 23, 1939. In 1961 he received his BA in physics from La Sierra College (now La Sierra University), Riverside, CA and his MAT in mathematics from Andrews University, Berrien Springs, MI in 1964. He met his wife, Carol Nelson '58 while they were both students at LSC and they were married on September 10, 1961 in Escondido, CA. Bob taught physics and mathematics at San Pasqual Academy from 1962 - 1965 and at Andrews Academy from 1965 - 1970. He also taught classes at Andrews University before transitioning to computer programming. He retired from Lexis Nexis in 2004 as a senior software engineer.
Bob loved the out-of-doors and had a way of sparking in others an appreciation for God's creation.  He won awards for his nature photography, which focused on the mountains and deserts he loved.  He hiked many of Colorado's "14ers", 4-wheeled numerous  high passes in the state and belonged to the Colorado Mountain Club, Friends on Foot, and Friends of Cheyenne Canyon. Bob was an avid explorer, and shared his love for travel with Carol.  He visited all 50 states finishing with recent trips to Alaska and Hawaii. Most of his adventures were shared with his children, grandchildren, brothers, extended family and friends. A memorial service was held Saturday, September 9th, 2006 at the Central Seventh-day Adventist Church, Colorado Springs, Colorado.
In Memory of Bob, donations may be made to help fight melanoma to the Teri Lynn Kuhlman Cancer Foundation, P.O. Box 123, College Place, WA 99324, www.tlkcancerfoundation.org.

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Walter "Wally" Dale Cox (1922-2006) (Faculty)

Video Tribute April 19-21, 1996

By Kenneth Walter Cox, in loving memory

You may have already heard that Dad died at home Thursday morning, October 12, about 11:30 a.m.,
just three weeks shy of his eighty-fourth birthday.
At his side stood my Mom, a position she honored for the sixty-two years of their marriage.
In the past six years, Dad’s health has suffered a steady decline, including mental deterioration due to Alzheimer’s.
My sister, Christine, who lives in Yountville, provided constant positive support to Mom during her caregiving.

About ten days before Dad died, he leaned over the front porch rail and told the yard boy
that something had happened in his head, that he didn’t feel right.
This was his second reported episode in the last few months.

Days later, he collapsed while in the bathroom, even with Mom by his side trying to support him.

Two days after that, he again fell in the front room,
then got up and sat in his chair without a complaint, ate his dinner, and went to bed.

Next day, Friday morning, October 6, he could not get up, though he was lucid and as engaged as his Alzheimer’s condition allowed.
He continued to smile and interact through Tuesday, but on Wednesday ate very little, and didn’t communicate well.

Dad died late Thursday morning while Mom and a helper were attending to him.
As he was passing beyond this lifetime, Mom lovingly reassured him that things were all right.
That afternoon, all of Dad’s local family assembled, gathered around his bed, and took the last picture.
Barry, his wife and kids. Tina, her family. Along with myself; my kids don’t live locally.
On his bed were a few stuffed animals Tina had brought up a week earlier.
Dad kept calling one stuffed tiger by his devoted rat terrier’s name, “Buddy.”

About three o’clock in the afternoon, the funeral home arrived to commence their arrangements, including Dad’s cremation.
His remains eventually will be in the San Pasqual Cemetery next to my infant sister, Carmie Jo.
Dad’s transition out of this lifetime was relatively quick, with adequate notice, and after a very full life.

He passed on a beautiful mid-autumn Angwin day as Indian summer’s light breezes
brought brightly colored but worn-out leaves wafting down from their magical places.
We watched reverently as the day’s weakening sun cast its golden spell into shadowed spaces.
The last time Dad greeted me was as I returned home from work, just a few days before he died.
He stood on the deck outside the front door, smiling broadly, sincerely elated that I had made my daily reappearance.
I have lived with Mom and Dad for the last fifteen years, to lend support.

Cartoon caricature artists have a knack for capturing a person’s essence and what best defines them.
In his life, Dad never met a stranger. I think my dad’s essence was his ready smile.
Some people become permanently grumpy and mean when afflicted by confusing dementia, but Dad mostly displayed good humor,
except at the very end when he had acute moments of pain, desperate anxiety, and helpless frustration.

Dad’s early years might have stifled a lesser person.
At his birth, the attending physician in Sioux City, Iowa, thought him so fragile and unpromising
that he suggested the infant be set aside to expire; thankfully, the midwife would have none of it.

On Dad’s eighth birthday, his father was killed while removing a stump on the bank behind their home.
Shortly thereafter, Dad’s mother remarried an abusive older man whom all five children came to fear and abhor.

Then, in the depths of the Depression, the whole family pulled up stakes to relocate
to Bayfield, Wisconsin, on the shores of Lake Superior.
They probably would have done fine had not their team of horses become ill and died,
which is equivalent to today’s farmer having an uninsured Caterpillar tractor stolen.
The family survived hand-to-mouth through many cruel, poor years, often beholden to the kindness of neighbors and strangers.
Dad recalled walking two miles both to and from school – “Uphill both ways!” – with winter temperatures forty below zero.
Many a morning, he awoke in their rented home to brush snow off his bedding,
snow which had sneaked past the newspaper/wallpaper they tacked over the numerous chinks in the wooden siding.

Yet through hard work, intelligence, providence and perseverance,
Dad and his siblings survived and determined to create a better life and to prosper.

Recently, Dad recounted to our housekeeper the story of how his father had been killed
and about how lovingly and kindly his father always treated him.
This relationship was mentioned quite a few times during the last months of Dad’s life, which indicated
to Mom and me how deeply the childhood loss of his father was fused into the consciousness of even his weakened mind.
“My father’s name was Talmadge. T-a-l-m-a-d-g-e. Soon I’ll be with him,” he reported to us.

Toward the end, Dad also frequently recalled being drafted into World War II out of old Bethel Academy
midway through his senior year, again indicating the traumatic effect of that episode.
Dad never used a walker, never needed a cane, but always traversed life undaunted and courageous.
Even when his body was, because of both disease and hard work, a bit bent and disfigured,
he remained strong as an ox, with a handshake-grip that could make you wince in pain.

Dad was afraid of nothing, tackling the biggest projects unabated.
This contrasted nicely with Mom’s temperament, being more reserved and supportive.
Both Dad and Mom have left their mark on mankind.

For seventeen years, Mom was Executive Assistant to Charles Bell, Academic Vice President of Pacific Union College.
Her sterling service speaks to her native abilities.
At San Pasqual Academy, she worked daily in the Administration Building in many capacities.
She never completed her college education, but instead supported Dad’s higher education.
The family’s deepest sorrow was the death of their newborn daughter, Carmen Josephine,
which was quickly supplanted by the adoption of precious baby Christine “Tina” Louise.

After being a longtime teacher at San Pasqual Academy,
Dad earned a Ph.D. and became Chairman of Technical Education at Pacific Union College.

Dad never yearned for fame and cared nothing about fortune. Financial wealth was, to him, less than sawdust.
Dad was always -- first and foremost -- a teacher.
What he valued was the chance to support individual students to achieve his or her highest potential .
He held those in his tutelage close to his heart as a sacred trust, deeming them worthy of his complete devotion and best efforts.
Glory-laud-and-honor for him was watching the successes of his pupils.

While not diminishing his enjoyment of college teaching experiences,
Dad freely admitted that his years at San Pasqual Academy were the pinnacle of his career.

At SPA he taught what was then called Industrial Arts, and also an English class or two.
He never tired of recalling past relationships enjoyed with his students,
fun times during suppers in the eucalyptus grove,
Saturday night walks to the river, campouts,
meetings with Associated Student Body officers... you name it!
If kids were involved in an activity, Dad loved it!

This was his element.

The essence of Dad — how to define it??

A cheery whistle, signaling his coming before you could actually see him...

Harmonica playing, often accompanied by “clicking-the-bones”, yes, taken from his family’s deceased horse...

Woodcarvings hanging on our home’s walls... Wood-turned bowls sitting on our tables...

Hand-crafted furniture, including the desk on which my computer sits...

A chandelier, suspended over me now in our living room...

Dad really loved to work with his hands.
Mom, Barry, and I helped Dad build the Angwin house in which he lived and died, where Mom and I will continue to live.
Together, we built a Medieval-style castle in Chiles Valley, twenty miles from here, where Barry and Carolyn live,
plus a Spanish-style house I once owned in Placerville.

Dad really loved to work with his mind, having a life-long intrigue with words.
Our Random House dictionary lies in tatters, testament to much consultation with its pages.
He could recite poetry by the hour, lines memorized in early years.
He spread his messages out onto the airwaves in ham radio communications with friends in far places.
Both Mom and Dad have nurtured in us a love of language. Mom writes family history.
I personally have found joy in writing my soon-to-be-published manuscript and my daughter just finished her first novel.

Dad’s best measure, however, may be his personal engagements
with family, with his surroundings, with his many friends and acquaintances,
and certainly with attentive service to students, year after year.

If what one values most is where one spends his time, with his students is where Dad spent most of his time.

It is not given to me to confer sainthood on my Dad, and he – fraught with humanity – seemed to desire it little.

Except perhaps, if sainthood is the ticket to be able to
spend an eternity with you who have blessed his life here on this earth.

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Dr. Zane Kime MD '55

Zane Kime went to San Pasqual Academy for his junior year from 53 thru 54. He died mountain climbing under mysterious circumstances in 1996. He became a famous health oriented physician, "sunlight proponent" "multiple chemical sensitivity" He was the loving brother of Faye and Stewart Kime whom also attended San Pasqual Academy. He and Frank Carson roomed together for their junior year and were known for being fun loving and mischevious.

Submitted by Walt Larsen