Charles G. Harshman Relation to Deceased: former employee of Ridge Lumber Our condolences to the family. Rev. Charles and Gail Harshman The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Carolyn Langelotti Relation to Deceased: Neighbor My condolences to the family. We are so sad to hear of your loss. If I may share a few “memories” of our dear neighbor. Every morning at 5:30, leaving for work, I would see Mr. Masters (probably long ago retired), bright and early, in the front window, with his light on, sitting at the kitchen table starting his day….Whenever, I would take my nieces or nephews around the neighborhood to sell their girl scout, or cub scout goodies, we could always count on Mr. Masters for a sale! (even though he didn’t know the kids). Whenever I saw him, there was always a friendly smile and wave “hello”. I will miss you, Mr. Masters at the start of my day, and forever, those kind and friendly “hellos”. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Charles G. Harshman Relation to Deceased: former employee of Ridge Lumber Our condolences to the family. Rev. Charles and Gail Harshman The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Carolyn Langelotti Relation to Deceased: Neighbor My condolences to the family. We are so sad to hear of your loss. If I may share a few “memories” of our dear neighbor. Every morning at 5:30, leaving for work, I would see Mr. Masters (probably long ago retired), bright and early, in the front window, with his light on, sitting at the kitchen table starting his day….Whenever, I would take my nieces or nephews around the neighborhood to sell their girl scout, or cub scout goodies, we could always count on Mr. Masters for a sale! (even though he didn’t know the kids). Whenever I saw him, there was always a friendly smile and wave “hello”. I will miss you, Mr. Masters at the start of my day, and forever, those kind and friendly “hellos”. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips