Wilbur Fox Relation to Deceased: Friend The Ole’ Man, is what I loved to call him. I can remember first meeting him at Kodak, and then getting really close with him. I loved to listen to his stories, eat his food, and just have some beers and fun with him. I will TRULY miss you Duane, and hope that you can cook up some of your great ribs for God. Rest in peace my friend, you will never be forgotten. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Steve Davis I also worked with Duane at Kodak back in the day . Rest in peace buddy , I’ll remember you to Rob Hughes . 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
South Shore RV Park Friends Relation to Deceased: Friends We will always remember Duane as our dear friend known as HE ”D” MAN 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
Robert & Louise Lyman Relation to Deceased: Friends We had a lot of laughs with Duane. He will be missed around the Saturday night camp fires. As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
Paul E. Fisher Relation to Deceased: Co-Worker, Friend Duane was a good man. We worked together at Kodak in the 70s. He always brightened people’s days by having something funny to say. He will be missed. 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
Paul Chupka Relation to Deceased: Friend Dear Debbie, I just heard today that one of the greatest men that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, sharing a cold beer or a hot wing with has left this planet. We all shared some great times together. He had a great sense of humor & his quest for the finer things in life made him a truly remarkable person. Debbie,I am really sorry for your loss. He was a great guy Paul Chupka 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
Mark Wright I will never forget the hugs versus the handshakes. You are sadly missed by us and the South Shore Family. You hold a special place in our hearts. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Mark & Chrissy Wright Relation to Deceased: Friend I can still see you sitting around the campfire falling asleep in your chair. We had many good laughs around those campfires. You will be sadly missed but we will cherish all those memories forever. May you rest in peace Duane and we’ll all meet up with you soon.
Margaret (Hedman) Wilson Relation to Deceased: Sister It has been a very hard year for our family. First we lost Mary, then Roy and now you. We miss you all and only gain comfort in knowing that you are together and not alone. I have so many good memories of you, but I was never more proud that when you invited me to your retirement party. You made sure to introduce me to everyone you work with. I love you and will always miss you. Say hello to Mary (Patty), Roy, Mommy and Daddy As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
John Timpano Relation to Deceased: Former Co-Worker I am sorry to hear about the passing of Duane. Even though it has been many years since I have seen him I have many fond memories of the early work days at Kodak in the 70’s working in stock control. May he rest in peace 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
John Testa Relation to Deceased: Friend I worked with Duane at Kodak from the mid 70’s through the mid 80’s. There were not many fun times inside of Kodak,but Duane made sure we had fun on the outside. Duane was the organizer of good times. Whether it was a party, a picnic, or just getting together for drinks after work; Duane was at the center of it. He brought us all together and made sure we enjoyed ourselves. It was a pleasure to meet up with him again last year at South Shore RV Park where he was also the organizer of good times. Some of the favorite times I remember with Duane were our “choir” practices. A bunch of us guys would give Duane money to buy food and beer. Then we would meet on a Friday night after work usually at the home of Robbie Hughes. It would be a night of eating, drinking and harmonizing to the oldies. Duane, of course, was the cook. Everything he made was great. I know that right now Duane and Robbie are doing some harmonizing. They are getting ready for the day when our “choir” will be together and sing once again.
Irene Hedman Relation to Deceased: Sister-in-law It was so “cool” when you finally got the island lingo: we could sit and talk for hours, as oppose to a nod of the head when we first met knowing that you didn’t understand a word I said. You’ll always be remembered, Duane. The love you showed me, our kids, and most of all your brother Les through the years I’ve been a part of the family (Hedman) will forever be with us as long as we live. 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
Harry and Sharon Molyneux Relation to Deceased: cousin “Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends, leave footprints in your heart.” Eleanor Roosevelt. Here’s to you Dear Friend. We miss you Cuz.
Duke DiCarlo Relation to Deceased: Friend I don’t have the words to express just how much Duane meant to me, he was my best friend and I will always miss him. Duane and I met in 1976 at Kodak and have shared many adventures along the way. My kids grew up with Duane around and loved him like an uncle. Duane loved all of his nieces and nephews and the children of his friends as if they were his own, indeed, he would sit and “Brag on them” at the drop of a hat. I loved Duane like a brother and will always remember him. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
duane hedman 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
Carol Bowers Relation to Deceased: Friend Duane you will be missed here at the park by everyone. You always had a hug for everyone. Your cooking was the best. WE will always have all the stories you told us around the campfire to cherish. I for one will not forget our trips. Thanks for letting me be your GPS#2. I will never forget the lesson about maps! There is seldom in your life that someone crosses your path and leaves the mark on your heart that you and Debbie have left on mine. You are in a better place now and hopefully we’ll all be sitting around a campfire again sometime together. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody
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Wilbur Fox Relation to Deceased: Friend The Ole’ Man, is what I loved to call him. I can remember first meeting him at Kodak, and then getting really close with him. I loved to listen to his stories, eat his food, and just have some beers and fun with him. I will TRULY miss you Duane, and hope that you can cook up some of your great ribs for God. Rest in peace my friend, you will never be forgotten. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Steve Davis I also worked with Duane at Kodak back in the day . Rest in peace buddy , I’ll remember you to Rob Hughes . 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
South Shore RV Park Friends Relation to Deceased: Friends We will always remember Duane as our dear friend known as HE ”D” MAN 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
Robert & Louise Lyman Relation to Deceased: Friends We had a lot of laughs with Duane. He will be missed around the Saturday night camp fires. As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
Paul E. Fisher Relation to Deceased: Co-Worker, Friend Duane was a good man. We worked together at Kodak in the 70s. He always brightened people’s days by having something funny to say. He will be missed. 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
Paul Chupka Relation to Deceased: Friend Dear Debbie, I just heard today that one of the greatest men that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, sharing a cold beer or a hot wing with has left this planet. We all shared some great times together. He had a great sense of humor & his quest for the finer things in life made him a truly remarkable person. Debbie,I am really sorry for your loss. He was a great guy Paul Chupka 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
Mark Wright I will never forget the hugs versus the handshakes. You are sadly missed by us and the South Shore Family. You hold a special place in our hearts. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Mark & Chrissy Wright Relation to Deceased: Friend I can still see you sitting around the campfire falling asleep in your chair. We had many good laughs around those campfires. You will be sadly missed but we will cherish all those memories forever. May you rest in peace Duane and we’ll all meet up with you soon.
Margaret (Hedman) Wilson Relation to Deceased: Sister It has been a very hard year for our family. First we lost Mary, then Roy and now you. We miss you all and only gain comfort in knowing that you are together and not alone. I have so many good memories of you, but I was never more proud that when you invited me to your retirement party. You made sure to introduce me to everyone you work with. I love you and will always miss you. Say hello to Mary (Patty), Roy, Mommy and Daddy As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
John Timpano Relation to Deceased: Former Co-Worker I am sorry to hear about the passing of Duane. Even though it has been many years since I have seen him I have many fond memories of the early work days at Kodak in the 70’s working in stock control. May he rest in peace 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
John Testa Relation to Deceased: Friend I worked with Duane at Kodak from the mid 70’s through the mid 80’s. There were not many fun times inside of Kodak,but Duane made sure we had fun on the outside. Duane was the organizer of good times. Whether it was a party, a picnic, or just getting together for drinks after work; Duane was at the center of it. He brought us all together and made sure we enjoyed ourselves. It was a pleasure to meet up with him again last year at South Shore RV Park where he was also the organizer of good times. Some of the favorite times I remember with Duane were our “choir” practices. A bunch of us guys would give Duane money to buy food and beer. Then we would meet on a Friday night after work usually at the home of Robbie Hughes. It would be a night of eating, drinking and harmonizing to the oldies. Duane, of course, was the cook. Everything he made was great. I know that right now Duane and Robbie are doing some harmonizing. They are getting ready for the day when our “choir” will be together and sing once again.
Irene Hedman Relation to Deceased: Sister-in-law It was so “cool” when you finally got the island lingo: we could sit and talk for hours, as oppose to a nod of the head when we first met knowing that you didn’t understand a word I said. You’ll always be remembered, Duane. The love you showed me, our kids, and most of all your brother Les through the years I’ve been a part of the family (Hedman) will forever be with us as long as we live. 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
Harry and Sharon Molyneux Relation to Deceased: cousin “Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends, leave footprints in your heart.” Eleanor Roosevelt. Here’s to you Dear Friend. We miss you Cuz.
Duke DiCarlo Relation to Deceased: Friend I don’t have the words to express just how much Duane meant to me, he was my best friend and I will always miss him. Duane and I met in 1976 at Kodak and have shared many adventures along the way. My kids grew up with Duane around and loved him like an uncle. Duane loved all of his nieces and nephews and the children of his friends as if they were his own, indeed, he would sit and “Brag on them” at the drop of a hat. I loved Duane like a brother and will always remember him. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
duane hedman 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
Carol Bowers Relation to Deceased: Friend Duane you will be missed here at the park by everyone. You always had a hug for everyone. Your cooking was the best. WE will always have all the stories you told us around the campfire to cherish. I for one will not forget our trips. Thanks for letting me be your GPS#2. I will never forget the lesson about maps! There is seldom in your life that someone crosses your path and leaves the mark on your heart that you and Debbie have left on mine. You are in a better place now and hopefully we’ll all be sitting around a campfire again sometime together. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody