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In Memory: Dolores Beamon
by Cynthia Lee Ozimek
Originally published in Real Change
On Monday, January 5 , at 6:30 a.m., the body of longtime Hammond House shelter resident Dolores Beamon was found in a Seattle parking lot. While the cause of her death has yet to be determined, it has been theorized that homelessness, poor health and the snowstorm that had brought the city to a virtual standstill all contributed to her sad and unexpected demise. Fifty-four years old at the time of her passing, Beamon was born and raised in the Seattle area and is survived by her mother, her siblings, and many nieces and nephews.
Dolores had a positive, cantankerous, and humorous influence on many of the women she knew during her three-year stay at Hammond House. She was well known for the kind and intelligent hand she offered to her friends, the courageous demeanor she presented in the face of great physical discomfort, the withering commentary she offered to her detractors, and her love of anything related to the Mariner’s baseball team. Read the rest of this entry »
Placed August 16, 2011:
- Sarah Sullivan: 1948–2011
- April Beachem: 1960—2008
- Ella Lewis: 1947–2009
- Annette Anderson: 1972—2008
- Michelle Jackson: 1970—2009
- Sharon Kilgore: 1959–2010
- Melody Rayl: 1965–2008
- Dinah Lane: 1951–2005
- Robin Langston: 1972–2000
- Renee Williams: 1966–2004
- Irene Giguerre: 1956—2006
- Tonya “Sonshine” Smith: 1968—2006
- Dolores Beamon: 1949—2004
- Tessie Comeslast: 1956—1999
- Dinetta Williams: 1962–2008
Placed August 28, 2013
Leaves placed August 27, 2014
- Jenny Wilcox
- Lori Dillon
- Anna “So-So” White
Tessie Pierre Comeslast 2/1/57—8/14/99
“Power dies, power goes under and gutters out, ungraspable. It is momentary, quick of flight and liable to deceive. As soon as you rely on the possession it is gone. Forget that it ever existed, and it returns. I never made the mistake of thinking I owned my own strength, that was my secret. And so I was never alone in my failures. I was never to blame entirely when all was lost, when my desperate cures had no effect on the suffering of those I loved. For who can blame a man waiting, the doors open, food offered, arms stretched wide? Who can blame him if the visitor does not arrive?”
–from “Tracks” by Louise Erdrich
Tessie Comeslast, friend to many in the homeless community; died on August 14th, 1999. She was Flathead, from St Ignatius, Montana, and was a powerful, compassionate woman. She is survived by two of her three sons and at least one grandchild.
Tessie died of complications of pneumonia, at a friend’s house. She had a prescience of her own death: earlier in the year she’d seen the owl, and gave some of her hair to her friend Kim, telling her to burn it in the traditional way. A memorial service to “raise up her name” was held at Angeline’s Day Center.
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My Memories of a Beautiful Sister by Janice Connelly
I met Irene in 2005; we were bunkmates at Hammond House Shelter. She was one bed over from mine. Irene was a beautiful, long-haired, quiet, dignified Native lady. She liked her beer and could get a little rowdy when she came in at night, and she was well liked by the staff at Hammond. In spite of her condition she could always be talked into retiring to her bed peacefully. We didn’t get to talk too much because she usually came in close to quiet time at 10 p.m. She had a boyfriend who adored her; she felt the same about him. Read the rest of this entry »
Sharon Kilgore 1959—2010
According to her friend Janna, Sharon Kilgore had a very difficult life, with many difficult things surrounding her. She did her best in an often impossible situation. In spite of all the odds against her, she kept a sense of humor, black as it may have been.
In a video Public Service Announcement for the Church of Mary Magdalene, Sharon spoke up to solicit donations of brassieres for their “Ministry of the Lingerie:” “You never know when you might have to go to a funeral, baby,” she said, and then laughed her beautiful laugh.
She used to call all of us younger women, “baby girl.” She was a tough mom figure to many, and will always be missed.
Sharon’s leaf is placed at Angeline’s.
THE SEA OUTSIDE
The rise in suicides in King County’s Homeless Community
by Michele Marchand; originally published in Real Change in 2005
On the streets, where last names are seldom important or even known, Dinah Lane was often called Dinah Shore. Although both these Dinahs had strawberry blond hair and amazing smiles, you couldn’t imagine someone less like the sunny 1950s television hostess and singer than Dinah Lane. She was a homeless activist, a striver for justice, and was always reading thick tomes from the Public Library. She engaged for hours in intense, thoughtful conversation about the government, systems and conspiracies.
Robin Langston, died September 15, 2001 at age 27
Robin Langston was strangled to death in the alley off Third Avenue and Blanchard Friday, September 15, 2001 at 4 a.m. Late in the afternoon that day I walked down the alley, just after I’d gone to a police briefing about the murder.
Two homeless women were in the alley, one whose legs were the only visible part of her body; she was dumpster diving. Her friend was pacing in the alley, drunk, wracked with grief, talking to herself. Is this where it happened, I asked them. Yes, Roxanne replied; homeless women who spent the night in Regrade Park had heard a woman screaming. Roxanne said she thought she’d known the victim; nobody knew, since Robin had been found without ID and was not identified until late that night.
Soon, Renee came out of the dumpster with her treasures: a medium plastic pot, a small fake Christmas tree, a wilted flower they both kept calling a purple daffodil. As I stood in the alley talking, these two women slowly constructed a memorial for their fallen sister, whoever she was. They left their makeshift memorial in that alley, and we walked on together to the Women’s Referral Center.