HAGGERTY, Constance Eloine December 5, 1934 - July 14, 2010 On the 5th of December in the year '34 Sprouted a girl all would grow to adore Sown by Eloine and Peter, that is a fact The second seedling in the pony pack Rooted in New York, then transplanted West in '52 Santa Barbara became home for the Sozzi crew Lambert Road was the location of her new digs Assisting her father cutting back twigs Spring came to Connie in '55 She married Hugh James and they did thrive A fourth child was coming when tragedy struck It was a dark time, she was down on her luck A second bloom came in the form of Cowboy John He rescued that garden, brought forth a new dawn With twinkling blue eyes and his Irish charm He nurtured the garden and kept it from harm Great were her cuttings, she did think Eight in all - 5 blue, 3 pink Botanical names: Patrick, Jeffrey, Shawna, Hugh Erin, John, Ian and Brigid, too She poured her heart into this bouquet Letting each flower grow in its own way Embracing each stem's unique scent and color An all-weather, dirt-digging, damn good mother Camping with her bushel of kids was the best Be it Mono, Clear Lake or her own Hawk Nest! She delighted in her family, the fauna and flora Especially on her excursions to Bora Bora Harvest time came every week All types of treasures she did seek On Friday acorns were gathered to pay For all the bargains found on Garage Sale Day More accurate than Farmer's Almanac She kept the weather gods in check A rain gauge placed on the porch was a must As rainfall was tracked from dawn to dusk Like any gardener she was not fond Of finding a gopher mound on her lawn Traps scented with Chanel #5 she did set Did she get that darn gopher? You can bet! Her final transplant to Heaven was one of grace She is sure to make it a more beautiful place Heaven is awesome: There Constance Eloine will forever blossom
Carolyn seemed tireless. She was always the first person up and the last one to go to bed. Her frequent overnight guests would wake to find her ironing, watering her flowers, or happily doing some other household chore. Throughout the day, she was in constant motion and her frequent laughter filled the air. At night, when everyone else was ready to sleep, Carolyn was still going, putting away things and "just straightening up." She would stop just long enough to give a hug and say, "Sleep well, dear. See you in the morning!" It was one of her many gifts to make each person feel that he or she was the most special and loved person in the world.
Anton Rosenberg, a storied sometime artist and occasional musician who embodied the Greenwich Village hipster ideal of 1950's cool to such a laid-back degree and with such determined detachment that he never amounted to much of anything, died on Feb. 14 at a hospital near his home in Woodstock, N.Y.
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William, Prince of Wales 1997-2010 William, Prince of Wales “Bill” died Friday afternoon at Starch Pet Hospital after a brief illness. There will be a special spot for him to mark in Dog Heaven where he joins his niece Ashley who died earlier in the week. Bill was born March 3, 1997 to Tuff’s Dolly Rose and Foxworth Zodiac’s Mocha Chip at the Denning Family Farms in Houghton, Iowa. He was adopted at the age of 5 months by Jake Norman and his parents. Billy lived for nearly 12 years on Polk Boulevard in Des Moines. He covered an estimated 7,000 miles in that neighborhood where he walked every day. He made friends with countless walkers and runners who greeted him by name. He moved to Windsor Heights last year and loved to lie in the yard and watch people and cars. Bill was beloved by all who knew him. He had a brief career as the Company All-Around Stress Reducer at Microware Systems, Inc. where he was nominated for Hero of the Month. He worked in a similar capacity at N’Site Solutions and did occasional stints as a therapy dog at the Des Moines Public Library where he was sometimes sneaked in after hours. He enjoyed retrieving his “man” and making it squeak, lying on his back and waving his front paws, and barking at dogs on television. Bill is survived by his human family, Sally, Jim, Jake, and Hannah, his dog niece Claire, special friend Saara Khounlo, and an extended group of family and friends who loved him dearly.