William L. Hardardt, Jr. 1936-2018


Bill Hardardt

William Lawrence Hardardt, Jr. of Winter Park, CO and Davis, CA passed away at home on January 10, 2018 after a brief illness. He was 81 years old.

Born on January 16, 1936 in Bronx, NY, Mr. Hardardt, familiarly known as Bill, grew up in Englewood, NJ and attended Dwight Morrow High School and Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute and Fairleigh Dickinson University, graduating in 1959. That same year, he married Judith Hogrelius, whom he had met through mutual friends, and together they built a long and happy life together, raising their family, growing a successful business and making meaningful friendships along the way, all while contributing greatly to their communities.

Bill served his country in the US Army, stationed at the Provost Martial General Center, Fort Gordon, Augusta, GA during the Berlin Wall and the Cuban Missile crises.

The only child of Christina (nee Otto) and William L. Hardardt, Sr., Bill leaves behind his wife of 58 years, Judith, his daughters Lisa (Paul) Pillmore of Park City, UT and Laura (David) Fisher of Davis, CA, his son, Andrew (Heidi) of Woodland, CA, and grandchildren Benjamin (Ulia), Emily and Maxwell Pillmore, and Dylan and Aidan Fisher.

Bill had a wide and deep set of interests that reflected his love of nature, his family and his communities. In Davis he prided himself on his gardens and volunteering at the Mondavi Center for the Arts, time spent with his model trains, assisting his friends the Karnopps on their walnut ranch and tasting the wines and products of the region, between vintage car and antique shows. In Winter Park, he enjoyed spending his time in nature, acting as a one-man reforestation program, skiing the Rockies and tinkering in his woodshop, fighting for causes dear to his heart and ruffling the feathers of the town council with his dear friends, John and Marcia Beake. Bill maintained friendships from his long years in New Jersey and will be missed by many there, as well.

The family would like to thank the doctors and staff at UCDMC for their care and dedication, as well as Yolo Hospice for helping Bill and them in his final moments, especially his oncologist, Jonathan Riess, MD, MS, pulmonologist, Christian Sandrock, MD, MPH, FCCP and radiologist, David Avrin, MD, PhD.

In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to a charity close to Bill’s heart. Suggestions include the UC Davis School of Education’s American Center for the Teaching of Shakespeare in the Classroom or CASA of Grand County, CO.

A memorial service will be held at The Episcopal Church of St Martin in Davis, CA at 11:00 AM on Friday, January 19, 2018. A second service will be held at St John the Baptist Episcopal Church in Granby, CO on a date to be announced. Please contact the family for these details.

Chief Ken Beaver 1947-2017

My father was born in August of 1947, to a family of world famous swimmers and swimming coaches. At the age of 15 on New Year’s Eve he met the love of a lifetime, my mother JoAnn. In the mid 1960s he joined the United States Naval Air Corp and served until the early 1970s. During that time Ken and JoAnn married and had a son, me. My sister Shelley was born four years later, with special needs, and my dad, while recognizing her challenges, never saw her as less than perfect, even at the most trying moments. During this time, he was working in the silk screen industry developing the process that would become how silk screen is printed to Mylar.
In the late mid-1970s he decided to move his family north from the city to the rural community of Nevada City. There he developed friendships that would last the rest of his life. He built a small cabin from scraps he obtained working in construction. To this day I look back on that home built from the bones of a tool shed with very happy memories. We didn’t have much but we had family and I learned there is real power in that; you can survive anything. I would revisit this cabin 35 years later, and find it still standing and the tire swing that provided hours of joy for me and Shelley still there, a testament to his skill as a builder.
We left Nevada City and headed to Downieville where he became the Fire Chief and my mom the dispatcher. He transformed that small community volunteer fire department. He was proud of the men and women he worked with, trained, watched grow. You were his second family.
Ken and JoAnn eventually left Downieville and headed to Idaho and lived there a few years before taking the life of full time RVers. They would spend time in the desert and the west visiting with friends and family. Eventually they would settle down as Texas residents and then purchased a farm in Oregon.
As a child, I had the best play area ever: my dad’s wood shop. However, there were serious rules, which I mostly tried to follow. I learned that 220 power hurts, saws are sharp, “tools are NOT toys”, and “Do as I say, not as I do.”
I also learned that my dad could build anything out of wood. If I could draw it or show him a picture, he could build it. I always thought that was so cool, not realizing the necessity of it because my parents couldn’t really afford the fancy toys their wide-eyed boy saw in every Sears catalog each year.
I learned to love camping, fishing, off-roading and listening to John Denver from my dad. We explored the back country as a family with Grandma’s Feather Bed and County Roads playing in the Jeep on the 8 track.
One holiday we saw a couple on the side of the road. We stopped and tried to help. They were stranded. My dad put them in his truck, took them to our house, and they stayed with us for a few days while their car got fixed. When they asked how they could repay us, my mom and dad said simply; you will see someone else in need some day. Help them. A few years later they received a card that simply said: “debt paid in full.”
Each summer I worked for my dad, and was usually fired a least once. While I thought he had been too hard on me, looking back, I deserved it. Nothing builds character like having to tell your mom that dad fired you. Again. No matter how the teenage mind tried to justify how I was right and he was wrong, in the end I would learn, and usually a few weeks later he would wake me early to ask why I wasn’t ready yet…and in my foggy sleepy teenage brain the joy of working with my dad would kick in and I would rush to get ready to go to work with him again.
He never missed a basketball game or skiing trip, He would drive the bus to make sure he could be there. I was never good at basketball, but my dad was always there.
At home when the pager went off he was always first out the door. It didn’t matter what was happening at home. He sacrificed a lot of family time to save others, to console family members who had just lost someone or just to ensure the safety of the community. I didn’t understand then, but later I did, and I am proud he did that.
In the mid 2000s I was given an opportunity I am glad I had, the chance to work with my dad again. We had to remodel an in-laws’ home to help sell it. I spent six months watching my father as he transformed this unsaleable home into a beautiful piece of art. All the lessons I never heeded as a child working for him became real. I stood in awe. Wondering why I had never seen it before, I realized I had. I was just too young to appreciate his skills. In that moment, I was 14 again and looking up to my pa with love and pride. I will always treasure that time.
Shortly after Ken and JoAnn purchased the farm in Oregon they would experience a loss no parent should have to, the passing of a child. Shelley passed away from complications with diabetes. He didn’t always show it but every day he felt that loss.
When I started dating my wife, it brought my parents two grandchildren. He loved those kids, and would have the biggest grin giving them tractor rides or watching them play. He laughed the hardest watching them. On the day he passed, he and I were talking about them visiting and how he was going to work on various things in the house, and spend time with kids. Those times didn’t come, but the memories of the ones before will be with us forever.
As I write this and think of my wife, son and daughter; I hope I will be at least a quarter of the man he was, for them, because even in that I will be a better man for it. He was never perfect, but he was and will always be my hero.
Ken’s lessons for life:
When you find that love, hold on no matter what.
Family will get you through anything no matter how hard 220v hurts.
Do what’s right even when it doesn’t help you.
Do as I say not as I do.
When you see someone in need, help them.
John Denver is the right music when exploring the back country.
Tools are NOT toys
End of Watch – Ken Beaver 11/15/2017. I got this, Chief.
Your son, Michael

Leland Kenneth Pauly 1924 – 2017

Leland K. Pauly

Leland Kenneth Pauly died peacefully December 18, at 93, having suffered a severe stroke a week earlier. Leland was born October 11, 1924 in Browns Valley and arrived in Camptonville in 1930, where his father, Julius Pauly, operated the stage from Marysville to Downieville. His mother, Grace, was both a teacher and, with the help of her daughter Katherine, ran the telephone switchboard. The youngest of five children, Leland remained in Camptonville for the rest of his life, and considered himself ‘the sibling who stayed home.’ He watched over his widowed mother until she passed in 1982.
During WWII Leland served as a tail gunner on a B-24 out of southern Italy. He flew 50 missions, primarily over the Balkans. On one mission his plane, full of fuel and bombs, made an emergency landing shortly after takeoff. Leland recalled, “We took out about 150 feet of Italian grapevines”. On another mission, his fellow gunner was asked to shoot off shards of metal from the plane’s damaged rudder, to restore control of the plane. Anything but a perfect shot would bring down the plane. Following Leland’s 50th and final mission, his plane was shot down, leaving only two survivors. Leland was awarded the US Army Air Medal, adorned with three oak-leaf clusters for bravery and six campaign stars. In a 1977 newspaper interview, Leland described his military experience: “I just did what they told me, and it always worked out. I found myself doing things I would never have thought of myself.”
For two years following his discharge, Leland attended the Colorado School of Trades to study gunsmithing. Returning home, Leland served as the local gunsmith whose talent was sought by many hunters from surrounding counties. He worked at the Meek Mercantile store and local sawmill, and in 1961, Leland was appointed Camptonville Postmaster. He retired in 1984.
Leland served as Camptonville’s historian, and unofficial census taker through his role as postmaster. “If somebody had a kid and didn’t tell me, the census couldn’t be updated” he said with a laugh, in an interview with the Appeal Democrat. Leland’’ historian efforts included transcribing handwritten notes of local legend William Bull Meek. Leland maintained historical records and identified hiking trails in the surrounding mountains while hunting, fishing, and taking photos. He said he wanted to make a record of “places that don’t exist anymore.”
Serving as secretary for 15 years, Leland was a former Master of the Gravel Range Masonic Lodge No. 59 (now the Mountain Range Lodge 18) and has been active in the Veterans of Foreign Wars, the Grange, and a number of other organizations. Leland was an avid and knowledgeable gardener. His photography resulted in a huge photo library of local scenes and beautiful wildflowers.
In 1966 Leland married Colleen Van Duyne and acquired an instant family of four kids aged 10-16. He remarried around 1976 to Gladys Mae Barton, and after she passed, to A. Lou Stewart, who passed in 1999.
Leland leaves nephews, Allan Johnson (Yuba City), Paul Pauly (Boise), and Harold Price (Las Vegas), and nieces Nadine Tackitt (Boise)and Janet George (Oregon), and step-daughters Connie Crockett (Grass Valley) and Collette Swaringen (El Dorado Hills).
At his request, Leland will have a Masonic ceremony at the Masonic Lodge in Camptonville, followed by the internment of his ashes in the Camptonville cemetery during Leland’s favorite time of year, when the tiger lily blooms in mid-June. Further information will be provided in advance. Leland requested that any contribution in his name be made to the Camptonville Historical Society, P.O. Box 153, Camptonville, 95922.

Maynard Christian 1931 – 2017

Maynard Christian, MD

Born in Kalaw, Burma to John and Bernice Christian, who were then serving as teachers with the Seventh Day Adventist schools in Burma. Maynard Christian, MD, died at home in Sparks, Nevada, surrounded by his loving family. Graduated from Pacific Union College in 1951 and the University of British Columbia Medical School in 1956.

Maynard began his medical career in the U.S. Navy, where he met Beverly Hodgman, a Navy nurse who became his devoted wife for 57 years. After leaving the Navy as a Lt. Cmdr in 1963, he practiced medicine for more than 30 years in Reno as well as in Susanville, Quincy, and Yreka, CA. While practicing in Quincy during the 1960’s, he served on the school board and was instrumental in bringing the Feather River Junior College to Plumas County. During the 1970’s, he served two terms as Chief of Staff at Washoe Medical Center.

With his brothers Winslow and Louis Christian, he purchased Salmon Lake Lodge in Sierra County, CA in 1959. The family, including the three brothers, their wives, children and grandchildren, have continued to own and operate the lodge to this day.

He lived his entire life with enduring optimism, energy, practicality, generosity, kindness, and boundless love for his family. He is survived by his beloved wife, Beverly; his brother, Louis; his children Lisa Christian (John Walsh), Leif Christian, Amy Christian (Walter Schubert), and Becky Christian (Pete Solvik); his grandchildren Madeline, Maren, and John Walsh, and Sage and Owen Christian-Schubert; and many nieces, nephews, grand-nieces, grand-nephews and countless others who loved him as a mentor, father and grandfather.

Memorial service will be held May 26, 2pm at the McKinley Arts & Cultural Center in Reno.

 Published in Reno Gazette-Journal from May 14 to May 21, 2017

Sandra Villarreal 1954 -2017 11/1/17


Sandra Villarreal

Sandra Manuel Villarreal passed away October 25, 2017 in Downieville. She was born February 8, 1954 in Salinas to Dominador Dominic Manuel and Mary Margaret Trevino. Sandra married Pedro Villarreal Jr. May 18, 1974.

Sandy worked as a High School Career Technician, and was a member of the LDS Church. She enjoyed genealogy, baking, cooking and service for others.

Sandra is survived by her husband Pedro (Pete) Villarreal, Jr. of Downieville, daughter Autumn Long-McGie of Lakeville, MN, daughter Summer Godoy of Elk Grove, daughter Celeste Marquez of Rancho Cordova, son Peter Villarreal III of Natomas, grandchildren Brandon Marquez, Elijah Long-McGie, Joshua Godoy, Tristan Long-McGie, Amarii Bray-Godoy, Isabel Long-McGie, Sofia Godoy and Julian Marquez. She was preceded in death by her father, mother, sister, niece and father-in-law.

A memorial service will be held Thursday, November 2 at 11:00 A.M. at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 615 Hollow Way, Nevada City. Arrangements are under the care of Chapel of the Angels Mortuary.

Christen Charles Hayes 1959 – 2017

Christen Hayes

It is with great sadness that we share the passing of our dear husband, father, son, brother and papa Christen Charles Hayes on October 20, 2017 at the age of 58. Chris was born January 9, 1959 in San Jose, CA and moved to Sierra City, CA at the age of 14. Chris graduated as Valedictorian from Downieville High School in 1977 and from California State University, Chico in 1982, with degrees in psychology and history, and a teaching credential. After college, Chris went into the construction business with his dad, Carroll and his brother, Kim, eventually creating Hayes Developments, Inc. Together, they went on to develop and build many subdivisions and beautiful custom homes throughout the Central Valley.
Chris is greatly loved, and will be fondly remembered by his family and friends as tenacious and courageous in his longstanding, 30+ year battle with a rare cancer, Neuroendocrine cancer (NET’s). Throughout that battle, he continued to live a happy and fulfilling life. Chris was a positive role model to all who had the privilege of knowing him, especially those others who were afflicted with the same cancer. Chris was a trailblazer, a leader and a shining example of living life to its fullest, even in the face of adversity. Chris will never be forgotten.
Chris was a passionate man who devoted himself to his beloved wife, Geneva, and his family. Chris was an avid traveler, visiting many places throughout the United States, as well as 21 different countries. Of them all, Chris’ favorite spot to travel was Hawaii. However, the place Chris loved the most was Sierra City and the mountains, where Chris spent countless days making lasting memories with friends and family at his cabin.
Chris was an accomplished pilot, and loved to log hours in the company plane. Chris’ passion for his Corvette was matched only by the love he held for his beloved lab companion, Sarge. Proud of his family heritage, Chris was a part of the Rutherford B. Hayes family tree, and was a great grandson of Everis Anson Hayes, U.S. Representative in Washington, D.C. from 1905-1919.
Chris is survived by the love of his life, his cherished wife of 15 years, Geneva; mother Verlene Hayes and father Carroll (Renetta) Hayes; sons Steven (Shannon) and Nicholas, and daughters Alexandra (John) Carter, Samantha and Tiffany; siblings Kim (Cynthia), Juli (Rob) Kaplan, Terrie (Monica Fay) Booten, Guy (Mary Jo) Booten, Lynn (Mike) Camper; grandchildren Mason, Madison, Maci, Mitchell, and Maryn Carter, and Wyatt and Robert Christen Hayes; nephews Tyler Hayes and Ryan Kaplan and nieces Lindsey Hayes and Christie Kaplan; mother- and father-in-law Linda and Paul Frank, sister-in-law Andrea (Joe) Maldonado, and sister-in-law Johnna Hill, as well as extended family. The family would like to thank William and Terry Coburn for their special care and help they provided to Chris and Geneva.

Celebration of life to be held on Friday, October 27 at 1 pm at the Immanuel Christian Reformed Church, 517 Orange Ave., Ripon. Per Chris’s request, colorful “island-wear” is the dress of choice.
In celebration of Chris’ life, donations may be made to NorCalCarciNET (NCCN), 946 N. Ripon Rd., Ripon, CA 95366 or norcalcarcinet.org

Rosemary Pello Hill 1937 – 2017

  • Rosemary Pello Hill

    Rosemary Pello Hill, the 8th of 9 children, was born December 15, 1937 inNevada City, California to Rose M. and Nicolo M. Pello. Rosemary died on the first day of Fall, Friday, September 22, 2017 in Reno, Nevada.

    Rosemary was raised on Long Street in Nevada City and was the salutatorian graduate of her senior class at Mount St. Mary’s Academy in Grass Valley. She worked briefly at the Inter-County Title Company before wedding James F. (Pat) Hill, Jr., in 1960, and moving to the Sierras to make her home on Wild Plum Road, situated between the North Yuba River, and the base of the Sierra Buttes in Sierra City. Pat Hill built the house and Rosemary made it home. She tirelessly attended to homemaking and mothering in their cozy mountain home and beautiful yard. She and Pat raised three children and she continued to carefully tend to her family and home as the years went by.
    Raising children meant leading 4-H, being involved with PTA, and seeing to it that the kids made it to Sunday School and learned to swim! Rosemary loved panning for gold in the North Yuba, which wasn’t always easy to do when keeping an eye on her sons. Every summer “Aunt Rosemary” brought nieces and nephews up for their Sierra City “vacation” and hosted the large family Labor Day gathering that seemed to grow each year. Most days after school or work her family was greeted with the scent and taste of delicious baked goods. She had several specialties in cookies, and put together many a platter of cookies for family and friends over the years.
    Family and home came first, but Rosemary did work outside of the home over the
    years at various jobs. Her entrepreneurial nature led her to create and sell the “I Climbed The Sierra Buttes” shirts in the 1980s. She was also an initial investor in the local snowmobile shop and actually allowed it to operate out of her basement in the early days of the shop. She kept her basement freezer full of cookies, and the shop crew kept themselves well fed.
    Flower gardening, sewing, panning for gold, baking, cooking, crocheting, quilting, music, traveling (by car) and enjoying grandchildren (and great-grands) are what
    Rosemary enjoyed and blessed others through. For many years she supplied the flowers for church and for the Mountain Star Quilters’ annual quilt show.
    She was involved in community as a member of the Sierra City Fire Department
    Auxiliary and the Mountain Star Quilters. Rosemary, a woman of faith, is also a
    member of the Sierra City United Methodist Church. In later years Rosemary enjoyed the activities with the Golden Rays Senior Citizens, attending sports events at Downieville School, as well as plays and concerts. As her eyesight faded she had to give up quilting and gardening. It was at that time that she began corresponding regularly with friends and acquaintances, sending letters and cards of encouragement to many within our community and afar. Her heart was full of love and concern and she had a seemingly endless prayer list. Regardless of her health issues, Rosemary participated in life. She truly enjoyed serving as the Grand Marshall at the Downieville 4th of July celebration this summer.
    Rosemary leaves grieving family and dear friends: her sons and their families:
    Aaron and Shelly Hill, grandchildren Ashley Begines (Logan and Haley), Jennah and

    Lance McIntosh (Landon and Lailah), Kaitlend and Brett Schauffler (Natalie), and Cole Hill; son Patrick Hill, and grandchildren Morgan Hill (Asher) and Connor Hill; daughter Miriam and Tom Dines, grandchildren Hannah and Richard Lucchesi (John and Caleb) , Tara and Lawton Lesueur, and Tommy Dines; her sister Margaret Forbes and brother Nick Pello, numerous in-laws, nieces and nephews and friends. She is pre-deceased by her beloved parents, her husband Pat, siblings Nancy, Daniel, Sam, George, Melo, and Ernie Pello, and nephews Mike Pello and Robert Pello.

    A Memorial Service and Celebration of her Life will be conducted at 12:30 p.m.
    on Sunday, October 22, 2017 at the Sierra City Community United Methodist Church, followed by a gathering (potluck) at the Sierra City Community Hall.
    It is suggested, in lieu of flowers, that memorial contributions be directed to the
    Golden Rays Transit Program, Sierra City Fire Department, Downieville Ambulance, or the Sierra City United Methodist Church.

Leonard C. Wood 1942 – 2017

Leonard C. Wood
      1942 – 2017

“Woody” died September 17, of cancer. He lived at his Empire Creek mine in a home he’d pretty well built himself.
He is probably most well known locally for his time as proprietor of the 49er Stage, running errands and hauling supplies for local businesses.
He is remembered for his enthusiasm and cheer. No matter how busy, Woody always had a pleasant word if only in passing.
“He was always enthusiastic and happy,” notes old friend Ross Harnhart, speaking for nearly everyone who’d met Woody. “It was always a treat to see him.”
Born in Portland, Woody served in the Navy on a minesweeper during the Vietnam war. He was later a firefighter in Portland before forming his own fire and safety equipment company in that city.
He moved to South Lake Tahoe in 1980, working as a shuttle bus and limo driver. There he met his future wife, Billie. The couple, married in 1999, moved to the Downieville area and bought acreage where Woody could mine gold.
He is survived by his sons Greg, David, and Ken of Portland, brother Steven of Bend, Oregon, stepdaughters Anna Watkins of Denver, and Lisa Backes of South Lake, CA and his wife Billie.
Says his granddaughter, Ashley: Woody was the man of all men; the John Wayne of Downieville since the 70s. He was a gold miner, served in the Vietnam War, a limo driver in Tahoe, a jack of all trades, an off-the-grid property owner, built his home from scratch in the Sierra Nevadas, made weekly trips to Reno filling up his van, shopping for local residents who were unable to transport themselves out of a small town in the mountains, and so much more. But most importantly, he was the love of my grandmother’s life. A WONDERFUL husband, grandfather, and step-father.
Cancer won on Sunday. Too soon. When we saw him last Christmas, he was perfectly fine; healthy. When we saw him in July, he was struggling but still good enough to laugh and eat candy. He was given a year at that point. Then two months. And now he’s gone.
I sent homemade banana bread and candy on Saturday because he loved them. It’s probably still in the mail. I kick myself for not sending that sooner.
RIP, Woody. We all loved you SO much. Thank you for taking care of my grandmother and making her so happy for so many years. You were her best friend and the light of her life.”
In lieu of flowers the family requests donations to Reno VA in Woody’s name. A public celebration of Woody’s life will be held in the Spring 2018.

Marion J. Voorhees 1925 – 2017

Marion J. Voorhees AUGUST 26, 1925 – AUGUST 4, 2017 Marion J. Voorhees passed away quietly in the early hours of August fourth at the Eastern Plumas Health Care in Portola. Marion Jacqueline Ingraham Voorhees was born August 26, 1925 in Muskegon, Michigan to Marjorie and Richard Ingraham. She was the first child of five and the only girl. Her oldest brother, Charles, preceded her in death, and she is survived by her other brothers, Dick, David, and Bill Ingraham.

Her parents moved a couple of times before settling in Napa, her childhood home. As a teenager, her parents bought her an old cello which Marion played most of her life. In her second childhood, after retirement, she played the cello with the Carson City Community Orchestra for many years, as well as small gigs around the area. Marion completed nurses training in Tacoma, Washington, in 1946. In late November that same year, at 21, she secured a position as staff nurse at the Walker River hospital in Schurz, NV. There she met and married her husband, Kenneth J. Voorhees. After traveling to several locations, the two settled in Sierra Valley in the early fifties. Marion had spent many fun summers in the Lakes Basin with her family as she was growing up, so it was natural to return to the area when the couple was looking for a place to raise a family. After living in Calpine, they homesteaded two acres in Sattley where they raised 12 children.

Marion worked as a nurse in several locations including the Loyalton and Portola hospitals before retiring. She hiked for the American Heart and Lung Associations, collecting donations before each hike. Later she hiked portions of the Pacific Crest Trail on short treks that lasted from days to weeks. She was always planning her next adventure.

During the 1950s and 1960s, Marion and Kenneth raised horses which were used in their dude string at the Canyon Ranch Resort in Sierraville. In the fall, they took the horses to winter in Schurz. The kids were enlisted as riders, and the whole family set off for a cross country adventure. It was a memorable time as the kids rode through a snowstorm, escaped a scorpion invasion while camping, and splashed in a hot springs pond in Wobuska, NV, before reaching the reservation.

Marion was a fearless adventurer. She took her children to the World’s Fair in Seattle in 1960, to the big city of San Francisco in 1968, and drove along Highway 1 to see the Trees of Mystery and sights along the way. Those are only a few of the trips which she embarked upon through the years.

Marion is survived by her 12 children: Kenny Voorhees of Maple Valley, WA, Carroll Voorhees (Teresa) of Newport, WA, Jacqueline Rickard (Lanny) of Athol, ID, Wayne Voorhees of McCall, ID, Margie Voorhees of Sattley, Dennis Voorhees (Sharon) of Blanchard, ID, Perry Voorhees (Cindy) of Quincy, Virginia Nash of Reno, Adell Lacy (Larry) of Schurz, Sherry Nickerson of Schurz, Tami Forth of Reno, and Roxie Holben (Tony) of Sparks. There are numerous grandchildren and greatgrandchildren who will miss her generous love and spirit for adventure as she spent many days teaching about nature as they hiked the mountains of Sierra County and beyond.

Marion was interred in Schurz on Saturday, August 12. Her life was celebrated at the Calpine Community Center.

Jack Clark Mourned 8/23/17

It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of – Jack Clark.  Jack passed away last Wednesday, August 16. The following is a memorial that is posted on Facebook.

“Our hearts are hurting……

Grass Valley Fire Department mourns the passing of past Fire Chief By Mark Buttron, Grass Valley Fire Chief – August 16, 2017

GRASS VALLEY, Calif. August 16, 2017 – Today the Grass Valley Fire Department mourns the loss of Jack Clark. Family and firefighters gathered at the home of long time Grass Valley Fire Department Volunteer Firefighter and past Chief of the Department Jack Clark.

Jack selflessly served his community and the City of Grass Valley Fire Department from 1952 when he became a firefighter through the early 1980’s.

In 1966, Jack was Chief of the Department. We are thankful to Jack and his family for his service to the City of Grass Valley, his community and the fire department.

A bell ringing, honoring Chief Clark, was held on August 19th, 1000 at the Race St Fire Station.”

Arthur F. Loveland 1936 – 2017

Arthur F. Loveland
July 23, 1936 – July 29, 2017

On Saturday, July 29, Arthur Frank Loveland, 81, from Downieville, and more recently Boise, Idaho, passed away in peace. He was born July 23, 1936 to Frank Loveland and Barbara (Loveland) Peterson in Alton. Throughout his life Art lived in many beautiful locations in California, along with an adventure to Idaho where he was the co-owner of a bar and restaurant. He found his true place to call home in Downieville.
If you were lucky to have sat down with Dad, you probably got to listen to a story about the adventures he had throughout life. These stories were of times as a child growing up with his sister, Dorothy, the 20 years of service in the Army National Guard, years spent as a California Highway Patrol Officer, passion for fast cars, fishing trips, gold mining and most of all his beloved family.
Dad, through our eyes you will always be an artist, cook, story teller, disassembler extraordinaire, intelligent, adventurous, articulate, fun-loving, fisherman, gold miner, car enthusiast, veteran, service man and caring. We love you and will always be blessed to call you our brother, Uncle Artie and Dad.
Survivors include his children: son, Karl (Leona) of Arkansas; daughter Diana (Brad) Duncan of Idaho; grandchildren: Tyler Roper and Breanna Duncan of Idaho; Weiland Loveland of Colorado; Sascha and Gabriel Loveland of Arkansas; sister Dorothy Langley of California; nephew Pete Langley of California; three nieces; Coreen Meulrath, Carolyn Jones and Linda Young of California, as well as many loved cousins and friends. Art was preceded in death by his father, Frank; mother, Barbara and step-father Clarence Peterson.
A celebration of Art’s life will be planned in the place he loved, Downieville.
We love you Dad, you will always be with us!
Remembrances may be left for the family at www.AccentFuneral.com. Services are under the direction of Accent Funeral Home, Meridian, Idaho.

Warren J. Creswell 7/19/17

Warren J. Creswell
June 13, 1932 – July 13, 2017

Warren J. Creswell passed away in Reno on July 13, 2017. He moved to Sierra City in 1994.
There will be a memorial service at Hooper & Weaver in Nevada City at 1 p.m. on Saturday, August 5.
Donations can be made to your favorite cancer thrift shop in Warren’s memory.7/19/17

Mary Mutschler Vannoy 1930 – 2017

Mary M. Vannoy

Mary Mutschler Vannoy passed away on June 10, 2017 in Grass Valley. She and her late husband, Eric, were long time residents of Downieville, until Mary moved to Cascades Residential Treatment facility in Grass Valley, 3 years ago.

Mary was born in St Cloud Minnesota in 1930 to Lawrence Valentine Mutschler and Leah Mildred (Luther), living there with her 6 brothers and sisters. At the age of 18, after graduating from high school, Mary moved to Reno to help her sister, Jean, care for Jean’s daughters: Cynthia, Leah, and Gretchen Geyer. She met and married Herb Warner Kinnell in 1950 and together they had 4 children: Jeff, Kim, Lori, and Shannon. She and Herb divorced in 1970.
In 1972 while working at Harold’s Club, Mary met Eric Vannoy. Mary counted money in the vault and Eric was a slot machine manager. She tried her hand as a 21 dealer but cried every time someone lost. Mary and Eric married and started looking for a place to retire in the future. Mary had spent many summers camping with her children and friends at Yuba Cabins outside Downieville. She and Eric started making weekend trips to Downieville and in 1984 they purchased a home. It was a fixer upper and they spent their days off working on the house, finally moving in sometime in the year 1985.
Shortly after, Mary’s mother, Mildred Leah Mutschler, suffering dementia, moved in with the couple. Mary and Eric cared for Mildred for 8 years, spending many years walking around town to keep up the health of Mary’s mother. Mary’s favorite spot to visit during her morning walks was the Marcantonio Bakery. Eric, having been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, was soon using an electric scooter. Mary and Eric were often seen riding the scooter together around town. They were true love birds, very seldom being apart from each other. Eric died in 2007 leaving Mary devastated, and soon battling her own health issues, having been diagnosed with breast cancer. In 2013 Mary was diagnosed with dementia and shortly after, with the help of her two best friends, Debbie Wilson and Sandy Villarreal, moved to Cascades Residential. Until her passing, Mary talked fondly of her years in Downieville and her love for Eric.
Mary is survived by her her brother, John Mutschler of Southern CA, son, Kim Kinnell of Marysville, daughter, Lori Kinnell Prorok of Bellingham, WA, daughter-in-law Jane Miles Kinnell (Jeff) of Tucson AZ, 6 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents, sisters Jean (Geyer), Elizabeth (Jirucha), Pauline (Knollenberg), Nancy (Taylor) brother Lawrence; and sons Jeff and Shannon.
Mary would want to be remembered as cheerfully walking through the streets of Downieville, holding hands with her one true love, Eric, or playing in her yard full of bright red poppies that she spent so many years tending.
There will be no funeral as Mary was a free spirit and left her desire to have her ashes spread back to this great earth, leaving only the sound of her sweet laughter. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Mary’s name to Western Sierra Residential Center (Joyce White) or the Downieville Lion’s Club.

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