Archive for the ‘Obituaries’ Category

Poor Babes in the River …

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Today two toddlers were interred in a little town called Cordova a short distance from where I live. They had been smothered by their mother in a hotel room then placed in an automobile which was subsequently swamped in the Edisto River in an attempt to obscure the facts surrounding their deaths.

Fortunately for justice the facts didn’t add up and the scheme to hide the true nature of their passing was brought to bear upon the mother — who is now incarcerated and undergoing the judicial process.

The nature of losing a child is in and of itself a horror for most to envision. Losing a particularly healthy and bright pair of children is well beyond unthinkable. This mother will suffer her own demons for quite a while for whatever reasons drove her to this act.

While she appears to have suffered some mental breakdown and is certainly deserving of our compassion as well — that for which she must atone cannot really be administered by the traditions of men; only at the White Throne before the one true God whose name is “I Am” and not “I Was”.

Rest in peace Duley Children.

Ja’van Tyrell Duley

Funeral services for Ja’van Tyrell Duley, 18 months, of Orangeburg, will be held at 11 a.m. Friday, Aug. 20, 2010, at St. Paul Baptist Church in Orangeburg, with the Rev. Charcey N. Priester officiating. The body will be placed in the church one hour prior to the service. Burial will be in Heavenly Rest Memorial Park in Cordova.

Ja’van Duley was born Feb. 5, 2009, in Orangeburg. He was the son of Shaquan Renee Duley. He entered into eternal rest on Monday, Aug. 16.

Ja’van was an adorable little boy who loved to play with his brother, Devean, and his big sister, Saniya. Ja’van was an active, inquisitive toddler who loved to eat cream of wheat, pizza, hotdogs and Teddy Grahams. He was a joy to his family and friends.

He leaves to cherish fond memories his mother, Shaquan Renee Duley of Orangeburg; one sister, Saniya Lanee’ Duley of Orangeburg; maternal grandparents, Authur and Helen B. Duley of Orangeburg; three aunts, Adriane Y. Duley of Orangeburg, L’Ketra Johnson and Afthan Timmons-Johnson, both of Florence; one uncle, Roderick Johnson of Florence; five cousins, Jordan L. Jones and Joshua L. Jones of Orangeburg, Savannah R. Johnson, Seth R. Johnson and Ke’Laya D. Thomas, all of Florence; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Friends may call at the residence of his grandmother, Helen Duley, Orangeburg, or Simmons Funeral Home of Orangeburg.

Visitation will be held from noon to 9 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 19. Online condolences may be sent to www.simmonsfuneralhome.com.

Devean Christopher Duley

Funeral services for Devean Christopher Duley, 2, of Orangeburg, will be held at 11 a.m. Friday, Aug. 20, 2010, at St. Paul Baptist Church in Orangeburg, with the Rev. Charcey N. Priester officiating. The body will be placed in the church one hour prior to the service. Burial will be in Heavenly Rest Memorial Park in Cordova.

Devean Duley was born Oct. 5, 2007, in Orangeburg. He was the son of Shaquan Renee Duley. He entered into eternal rest on Monday, Aug. 16, 2010.

Devean was a bright-eyed, busy, smart 2-year-old who loved to be held and read to. He was a big brother and helper to his little brother. He loved cartoons, playing in his big back yard and eating breakfast. He was a blessing to his family and friends.

He leaves to cherish fond memories his mother, Shaquan Renee Duley of Orangeburg; one sister, Saniya Lanee’ Duley of Orangeburg; maternal grandparents, Authur and Helen B. Duley of Orangeburg; three aunts, Adriane Y. Duley of Orangeburg, L’Ketra Johnson and Afthan Timmons-Johnson, both of Florence; one uncle, Roderick Johnson of Florence; five cousins, Jordan L. Jones and Joshua L. Jones of Orangeburg, Savannah R. Johnson, Seth R. Johnson and Ke’Laya D. Thomas, all of Florence; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Friends may call at the residence of his grandmother, Helen Duley, Orangeburg, or Simmons Funeral Home of Orangeburg.

Visitation will be held from noon to 9 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 19. Online condolences may be sent to www.simmonsfuneralhome.com.

Passages

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

My nephew’s wife has lost her mother. Though I had never had the pleasure of meeting her, she was my age and this was unexpected.

My nephew and his wife made the emergency trip back to the area from the Northwest; and I hope she is comforted by those in her midst as she suffers through my darkest phobia.

The circle of life continues onward through our laughter and our tears. We should cherish each day with those for whom we care for while we tend to “expect tomorrow” we are only promised ‘today’.

Alice McCray


LEXINGTON – Funeral service for Alice Y. McCray, 56, of Lexington, will be held at 3 p.m. Monday, June 14, 2010, in the chapel of Thompson Funeral Home of Lexington. The Rev. Tommy McGill will officiate. Burial will follow in Woodridge Memorial Park. The family will receive friends from 2-3 p.m. prior to the service. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Carolina Children’s Home, PO Box 4465, Columbia, SC 29204.

Mrs. McCray passed away on Thursday, June 10, 2010. Born in Lyman, she was the daughter of A.B. Yarborough and Mildred ‘Millie’ Yarborough. She was a lifetime area resident and retired from the Employment Security Commission. She had a giving heart, fun-loving and easygoing. She had a special bond with her beloved granddaughter, Elliott. She was an avid Clemson Tigers fan and enjoyed spending time with family.

Surviving, in addition to her parents, A.B. and Millie Yarborough of West Columbia, are husband, Michael W. McCray of West Columbia; daughters, Lori Elrod (Brian J.) of Lexington, Keri Rinehart (Timothy W.) of Silverdale, WA; stepdaughter, Nicole R. Lee (Jason) of Gilbert; stepson, Michael W. McCray Jr.; granddaughter, Elliott Trinity Elrod and two stepgrandchildren, Joshua and Aiden; sisters, Dale Burns of Statesville, NC, and Roxanne Lanford (Sammy) of Clinton; brothers, Benji Yarborough (Carol Ann) of Elgin, and David Pigate (Annie) of New York, NY; and survived by her Aunt Brenda Love, along with other aunts and uncles. She was preceded in death by her maternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Dobson.

Family and friends may sign online guest book at www.thompsonsfuneral.com.

Published in The State on June 12, 2010

Rest in peace.

Passages

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

One of those staples of television in my childhood was Art Linkletter. I cannot count the times we watched his program House Party. He introduced me to the bulk of those celebrities with whom I was familiar during my childhood. I watched the movies he made of his visit to the Holy Land. My personal favorite was a segment at the end of each program where he interviewed various children … of my age no less.

Arthur Gordon “Art” Linkletter
July 17, 1912 – May 26, 2010

aka Gordon Arthur Kelly

Canadian-American radio and television personality. Formerly the host of two very successful United States television shows: House Party (CBS radio and television, 25 years) and People Are Funny (NBC radio and television, 19 years).

He gained fame interviewing children on House Party and Kids Say the Darndest Things. He authored a successful series of books regarding child quotations.

He was a family man — and was married for almost 75 years and had five children. He knew great success and personal tragedy which he bore in the public eye with dignity. He was a proponent of the ‘war on drugs’ and spoke against drug abuse frequently over the years.

He died today at his home in Bel Air, California. Rest in peace.

Remembering Shane Neeley

Sunday, April 11th, 2010
remembering-shane-neeley

When I was a very young man I knew a child named Shane Neeley with whom I had the opportunity to interact at various points in time.

The first time I met him he was about a year old. I even took him to the farm in Salley, SC a time or two babysitting for his mom. He was never any trouble and fun to be around. I think the last time I saw him he was pushing five to sixish or so. He was a happy and effusive child with a lot of curiosity and interest in the world around him.

During those later times I saw him on an intermittent basis at the home of his mother on Atascadero. I was in the Navy and we had known each other a few years — for Shane’s entire life at that point in time — and I would visit periodically while on liberty from my ship which was home ported in Charleston.

It so happened that I had a garment that I was particularly fond of then, an orange tee shirt with a faded emblem of Clemson University upon it.

I’m sure that it appeared to Shane as though I only had one shirt in my wardrobe because every time I turned up I seemed to be wearing that same tee shirt — and he always wanted to see that faded rubbery decoupage transfer, giving every appearance of being amused with his “I wanna see it again!”

I recall him singing along to the song “I Was Made For Loving You” by Kiss which was playing on the radio and marveling at both his command of the lyrics and utter enthusiasm for such sophisticated music at such a young age. When I was that age I think I was listening to a lot of romper room kiddie drivel comparatively speaking.

Not that I was a ever Kiss fan mind you; it’s just that I hadn’t even sold my soul to rock and roll until well after enlisting! He was quite precocious in his musical tastes from my vantage point and naturally I took notice. Hard rock and roll was pretty much unknown to me until I was well into adulthood, well past that white bread plain vanilla top 40 musical wasteland I inhabited during my childhood and teens.

As time does the distance between us became such that I ended up in Los Angeles while he was still in Columbia. We became strangers and so it goes. Be all of this as it may, I was profoundly saddened to read of the auto accident two years ago today which took the life of this young man that I knew so long ago.

Compounding the sense of sorrow were other friends I have acquired over the years who either knew him or went to school with him.

He grew into a man with the over all look of his mother. However, I could see a fair amount of his father in him too — particularly the hair line. Everyone I ever spoke to referred to him as the ‘nicest guy’ … perhaps too fun loving at times; but aren’t we all?

He was a deep water diver in the process of acquiring advanced qualifications, a keen Kiss fan and duly memorialized member of the ‘Kiss Army’ as noted on their site, a husband with a wife, a father with a daughter, and a son with two parents — who were all left to grieve his loss.

I remember sitting there at the time wondering about his grandfather, Mr. Jack Haller, whom I met briefly in the early 70s and how awful this must be for him. I recall learning of the passing of his grandmother, Virginia … whom I knew as ‘Gig’ from the old days at Richland Memorial Hospital.

There are sometimes a flood of memories in this old head which ebb and flow with all that life presents. Those tides bring happiness and sorrow depending on what is before me. This tragedy was a lot with which my all too eidetic memory had to deal.

The contrasts of introspection and retrospect pervaded my thoughts during this period. Yet, as the late Mrs. Ruth Graham stated regarding the passing of her child so long ago; we can’t dwell on the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘if onlys’ because however difficult life goes on … and it requires our full attention. Regarding my personal notion of celebrating Shane’s memory in my own mind I try to keep perspective with the immortal words of Dr. Seuss who said:

“Don’t cry because it’s over …
smile because it happened.”

Reading about the avid ‘Clemson Fan’ Shane became took my thoughts back to that house on Atascadero, my orange tee — and that simpler time when he was that happy little child whose company I so enjoyed.

I sometimes entertained the thought that I might encounter Shane somewhere in the local area — given the various others I’ve met who knew him. I wondered if I would recognize him as a grown man.

It’s far too easy to think in terms of ‘maybe tomorrow’ — indeed, in light of the fact we are only promised today. As stated in the gospels of Matthew and Luke, “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

Rest in peace Shane Neeley. I’m glad for those moments you had to share with me and I never forgot you over the ensuing years.

Shane Haller Neeley
May 25, 1974 – April 11, 2008

COLUMBIA – Memorial service for Shane Haller Neeley, 33, will be held Sunday at 3 p.m. at Dunbar Funeral Home, Devine Street Chapel. Visitation will be 2-3 p.m. at the funeral home prior to the service.

Mr. Neeley died Friday, April 11, 2008. Born in Columbia, he was the son of Janet Rae Haller Neeley and Melton Eugene Neeley. A 1993 graduate of A.C. Flora High School, he was attending Midlands Tech. He was employed with Doctors Care Ridgeview and was an avid Clemson fan.

Surviving are his wife, Kelley Sarvis Neeley; daughter, Taylor Neeley; his mother of Columbia; his father of Elgin; sister, Heather M. Neeley of Cayce; father-in-law and mother-in-law, Mayo and Judi Sarvis of Columbia; maternal grandfather, Jack Louis Haller; and aunts, Catherine Campbell and Jackie Bossard. He was predeceased by maternal grandmother, Mary Virginia Haller and paternal grandparents, Barney Paul Neeley and Sadie Ross Neeley.

Memorials may be made to Clemson University, 110 Daniel Drive, Clemson, SC 29631-1520

Fess Parker Passed Away at 86

Friday, March 19th, 2010

One of the earliest songs I sang as a youngster was the theme to Disney’s Davey Crockett — I probably shouldn’t say that because if they actually knew the number of times I sang it as a child they would probably send the royalty police to lock me up.

It was one of those things that stuck with me and I watched Fess Parker and Buddy Ebsen play those parts over and over on television; yet never tired of them.

Later, when Fess Parker became Daniel Boone on the long running television series I would wait for that blue creek traversing that green meadow dotted with wildflowers … then see him throw his hatchet and split that tree in two and know that I was in for another episode of him and his family and Mingo, the Americanized Native American … it all seems a little kitschy in repeats on ‘RetroTV’ now.

Ah, but then it was the stuff and the story of life and I was just the little boy imagination to relive it all.

Fess Elisha Parker, Jr.
August 16, 1924 – March 18, 2010

American film and television actor best known for his 1950s portrayals of Davy Crockett for Walt Disney and his late 1960s portrayals of Daniel Boone.

Later, he became well known as a wine maker and resort owner-operator.

Fess Parker passed away day before yesterday of what can only be described as ‘natural causes’ given the good long run he had and the wonderful life he made for himself.

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so’s he knew every tree,
Killed him a bear when he was only three.
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier.

He fought single handed through the Injun war,
Till the Creeks was whipped and peace was restored.v
And while he was handling this risky chore,
Made himself a legend, forevermore.
Davy, Davy Crockett the man who don’t know fear.

When he lost his love, and his grief was gall,
In his heart he wanted to leave it all,
And lose himself in the forest tall,
But he answered instead, his country’s call.
Davy, Davy Crockett, the choice of the whole frontier

He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin’ up the government and laws as well.
Took over Washington, so we hear tell,
And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein’ his duty clear.
(Serving his country well)

When he come home, his politickin’ done,
The western march had just begun.
So he packed his gear, and his trusty gun
And lit out a grinnin’ to follow the sun.
Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin the Pioneers.

His land is biggest, and his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He’s ahead of us all in meeting the test
Followin’ his legend right into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Wide Frontier
King of the Wild Frontier.

The Ballad of Davey Crocket
lyrics by Tom W. Blackburn
music by George Bruns

Rest in Peace.

Passages

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

This month we saw another tragedy indigenous to that West coast and inner city lifestyle where recreation is sometimes obtained by prescription. While it is a pretense based on having more money and less sense, it is a mournful notion that a person can be cut down abruptly as the result of this type of misadventure — such as that suffered by Corey Haim.

Unfortunately, he recognized his own frailty and commented honestly upon it on many occasions; and like so many of us who think we can beat it … it prevailed in that battle for control. Being dependent on something that becomes psychologically or physically habitual intertwines itself with your existence and ultimately controls that which you are.

This is the reason I gave up the pursuit of the drug culture so many years ago. When too many of your friends are both drug abusers and drug dealers you become subject to the whims of an unsavory crowd where ‘the deal’ always leaves you both wanting a better break and more of that object of your desire. The perception of “benefit” as a result of abusing prescription drugs simply becomes subject to that famous law of diminishing returns and often we don’t realize the insidious nature of the changes the lifestyle imparts upon us as people with a need to function in society.

Corey Ian Haim
December 23, 1971 – March 10, 2010

Actor in pursuit of the success he enjoyed in the 80s with three films ready to be released at the time of his death “very destitute” and alone.

“I want to be the guy they talk about when they talk about comebacks. I want people to learn from me, see I’m human, and understand that I make mistakes just like they do, but it doesn’t have to consume you. You’ve got to walk through the raindrops, and that’s totally what I am trying to do.”

Corey Haim

Rest in peace.

Passages

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

A sad footnote of the holidays is the tragic loss of actress Brittany Murphy. She was laid to rest at Forest Lawn cemetery in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve.

She was 32 years old and a star of film and television.

While I did not engage her work on the big screen as have many others, I frequented her performances voicing Luanne Platter on Mike Judge’s King of the Hill and enjoyed her characterizations on the program.

Some of the stuff she came out with … particularly in the innocent bleating lamb’s voice she created was truly comedic in all it’s dramatic naivety.

“A bright light that lit the world is forever dimmed, but will live on in the hearts of those that Brittany touched. Brittany was an incredibly loving and passionate person and an artist to her core.”

Statement of the family of Brittany Murphy

I have heard the ‘experts’ speculate on morning news programs regarding prescription drugs probably being contributory. While I don’t dispute the premise I question the necessity of the delivery at a point in time when a little empathy for the family would have been preferable to sensationalist representations provided in the name of serving the public interest.

Like the late Mr. Jackson she too suffers the exaggerated scrutiny and invasion of privacy only that public microscope can provide so well.

Rest in peace.