General: Editorial: Lest We Forget... Remember ... Our Pride in having brought into being a thing of Beauty ... The Awe when something Wild considers you one of its Own. ... The One who cares enough to explain, to guide, to provide a safe place for the Innocent to experience the REAL world - not a gilded cage, not behind a wall of glass. But allowed to breath the air, feel the earth, splash in the sea, to tumble in the grass, bruise a knee, stub a toe. The One who cares enough to remove a splinter without turning it into a life threatening ordeal. ... That our Parents were once Wide Eyed Children, dreaming of the World yet to come.

Remember the people who changed our lives, who made us who we are today. The people who brought us into the world, and sacrificed to make it better for us than it had been for them.

Family who are here...

my Parents,: 2007 was their 60th anniversary... this year Dad lost his fight with cancer also see his place of honor in the WWII Memorial Registry © Sandra Ragan 1996

Those who put their lives on the line for our freedom - A brief story of Cousin Tom's "post graduate work" as a guest at the "Hanoi Hilton" Notre Dame Magazine, Winter 1995-96, "Pure Torture" Ryan Moe's evolving site: Sons & Daughters of Vietnam POW/MIA

family who are with us in spirit.

Emerson & Virginia Morgan grandparents © Sandra Ragan 1996

Larry "Roger" & Nancy Dailey Foley

William "Fran" Toohey

Michael Stephen Foley

and cherished friends that left us before their time... in memory of Timothy P Keyes We shared middle school, high school and the Prom, the great restaurants of Beverly Hills, the clubs of the Sunset Strip, the wonders of the Getty and other LA museums, long passionate talks about Egypt and progressive rock. His love for culture, music, history and art were intense. We also shared the horrors of his long dignified, but futile, fight against the AIDs virus... seleceted lines from our favorite Tim Buckley album: the candle died now you are gone for the flame was to bright now you are gone... and sometimes I wonder just for awhile will you remember me... ... through his eye he comes as love and tells her not to cry.

© Sandra Ragan 1999

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