1/5/2023 Al Leishman
There will not be a public memorial for Al. His family will be having a private family gathering to remember Al.
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1/1/2023 Al Leishman
I am very sorry to have to tell you that Al Leishman passed away this morning, January 1, 2023. Al was, and always will be, a beloved classmate who attended every class gathering he could si
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4/29/2022 Patsy Tradewell Brown
I'm very sad to have to let you know that our dear classmate, Patsy Tradewell Brown, passed away April 18th in Kennewick WA. Patsy was a regular attendee at our class reunions and gatherings
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We have 4 kids and 8 grandchildren (7 boys - 1 girl) ages 20, 17, 12, 10, 8, 8, 6, 4. Bill worked 30 years for Alcoa. I raised kids for 25 years then did odd jobs for fun for 6 years. We are retired now for 15 years. We have a motorhome and like to travel south in the winter when we can. During springtime we spend our evenings at the baseball park with five of the little ones, then fall comes soccer, then winter comes basketball. I love to camp and fish, just being in the good old outdoors. I love to do sewing, needlework and read.
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Remembering When…we sat and talked,
Dreaming of days to come.
Walking the halls, cafeteria food,
And laughing until we were numb.
The fall football games, the roar of the crowd,
The beat of the Eastmont Wildcat Band,
The autumn air still takes me back to that time,
To where we’d meet up with friends as planned.
Remembering when we cruised Wenatchee Ave,
The Triple X, sneaking into the VueDale Drive-in.
Scratchy formal dresses, big hair, corsages,
Crew cuts, white bucks, homecoming with friends.
Those tender times were of gentler days,
That now seem to be of a different world.
The march of time has brought with it changes,
As new generations of lives have unfurled.
All of those memories are but a whisper now,
That will forever echo in my mind.
Now and then I find myself searching
For the faces of those friends who left us behind.
Most friends remain - but some have gone
And left for a final place of rest.
Gone from our sight yet with the memories of those,
We surely have been blessed.
Remembering When…we had not a care in the world,
And how time just seemed to stand still.
I think of you now with fond thoughts and precious memories,
And I know that I always will.
[Modified from poem by Michelle Young, WCHS c/o 1976]
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