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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 »
Pearl Beatrice Cahall: July 9, 1912—June 20, 2000
from Michele Marchand
Originally published in Real Change News July 15, 2000
“I used to sleep in the bed next to Pearl’s. I watched as the procession of nurses and social workers came through trying to move Pearl into another place. They would argue with her and argue with her and leave, one by one. Pearl was an inspiration to all of us homeless women not to accept what people were trying to get us to do if it wasn’t right for us.”
–G., at a July 9, 2000 Memorial Service at Noel House
Philip Carrasco 1953—2009
Phil was homeless off and on for more than 15 years, and was beloved in the Lake City homeless and service provider communities. He was a Real Change vendor and a veteran, and had spent time at the VA Hospital the week he died. Early morning on August 5, 2009, Phil Carrasco died by suicide. He is missed.
Phil’s Leaf is at the Seattle Mennonite Church in Lake City. If you have memories of Phil to share, please post a comment.
Debbie Cashio 1959—2000
Our very first WHEEL/Women In Black vigil was for Debbie Cashio. In late May, 2000, we were heartbroken to learn that her body had been found in the “Jungle” greenbelt near 8th and Jackson. After our vigil, Women In Black did a cleansing ritual at the site. The Seattle Police Department classified her death as “suspicious” until her murderer was found, and convicted, five years later.
Standing in silent meditation at WHEEL’s first Women in Black vigil, I had a strong clear vision of Debbie Cashio, whom I did not know, in a sunlit kitchen, in a farmhouse, happy. Long after the vigil I learned Debbie had grown up and had a happy childhood in a small town on Whidbey Island. Her family had often tried to find her here in Seattle and take her back home to that happiness; unsuccessfully, as it so often happens.
~by Michele Marchand, from the article “The Longest Night” originally published in Real Change 12/13/2001
Debbie Cashio’s Leaf is installed at the Seattle Justice Center. If you have stories or memories to share about Debbie, please post in the comments.
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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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Walter J. Connelly, Jr. 1956—2011
Walter Connelly passed away Febuary 7, 2011, while in permanent housing at McDermott Place in Lake City.
Walter’s Leaf is at the Seattle Mennonite Church in Lake City. If you have memories of Walter to share, please post a comment.
Photos courtesy of the Seattle Mennonite Church
Ethel “Cookie” Cooke 1923—1995
Ethel Cooke (known by most of her friends as “Cookie” or “Dr Cookie”) died early in the morning of April 17, 1995 at Noel House, 2301 Second Avenue, Seattle. She had been ill with a congestive heart and pneumonia, and chose not to receive medical care when it was offered the night she died, fulfilling her wish to die at “home” and not in the hospital.
Ali Daneshi’far (“Al Farr”) 1959—2009
Al lived at Tent City 3 before moving to Nickelsville. He was a good friend to everyone in camp. He had been a taxi and limo driver at one time, and owned his own painting company before hard times hit him. He loved his daughter and son, Nicole and Alex.
Al’s Leaf is placed at the Seattle Justice Center. If you have stories or memories to share about Al please post a comment.
Noel Dennis 1927—1991
Noel Dennis was one of the earliest residents of the Catholic Community Services Winter Women’s Shelter that grew into Noel House. She was quiet, but unbelievably generous. She gathered magazines, clothing, and other things to give to her homeless sisters in the shelter. She used to sit in the reclining chair in the shelter lobby, and often fell asleep there. When Noel died on August 4th, 1991, we got a call from the Medical Examiners Office. Noel had named the shelter as her next of kin. The women of the shelter later chose to name the program in memory of this precious individual, saying, “we shall always remember her gentle and caring nature.”
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 »