William Martin Baird
Bill was born August 21, 1941, in Honolulu, Hawaii, and returned to the mainland as a baby on the S.S. Lurline Liner following the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He grew up in San Diego, California.
In 2007, he and his wife Katie moved to SaddleBrooke from Glenwood Springs, Colorado. They enjoyed the privilege of living along the Roaring Fork River for 14 years where trout were plentiful. He was a Planning and Zoning Commissioner for the city while living there. Before living in Colorado they raised four children in Thousand Oaks, California.
Bill had a degree in Real Estate and was a General Contractor, home builder and real estate investor. Everything he built was a work of art.
He passed away at his home in SaddleBrooke with his wife at his side on January 1, 2015. Bill was a man always full of joy and just loved being. He understood that love is life’s greatest gift. He is missed every minute of every day.
Survivors include his wife of 43 years, Katie, two daughters, Jackie Evensen (Jim) of California, Nancy Seif (Bill) of Washington, Patrick Bair (Jeanine) of California, Brian Bair (Jenn) of Colorado, eight grandchildren, a brother Jim Baird and a sister Shirley Angle plus nieces and a nephew.
Graveside services were held in Thousand Oaks, California. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association at alz.org.
Richard Edward Kuhn
Kuhn, Richard Edward, was born in York, Pennsylvania, to George and Marjorie Kuhn on December 25, 1930. He passed away February 4, 2015, at his home in SaddleBrooke Country Club in Tucson, Arizona, from the results of colon cancer.
Richard known as “Dick” by family and friends served his country as an enlisted soldier in the Army. He retired after thirty years with the U.S. Forest Service as an accountant and coordinator of accounts procedure writing a book for the Forest Service use. He traveled a lot while working from Japan and Alaska to New York City and all points between. He served his faith community through nineteen years as President of the St. Vincent de Paul’s Society of Tucson at the Santa Catalina Catholic Church and also as a Catechism teacher. He served his local community through many years as a volunteer youth sports coach and scout troop leader. He graduated from York Catholic High School and also from York Junior College where he was a member of the basketball team and then graduated from University of Denver. Dick loved all sports, especially University of Arizona men’s basketball. He was an avid golfer and lap swimmer. He loved listening to jazz and regularly attended performances at the King of France Tavern in Annapolis, Maryland. Dick was very sympathetic to those less economically fortunate donating constantly to various charities as well as his own alma mater. He and his wife Elise traveled extensively in Europe and the states, including cruising and timeshare trips. They enjoyed golf, singing in the choir together, attended many live musical shows, operas and plays and trips in the motor home.
Dick was predeceased by his parents, his eight brothers and sisters; George, Pearl, Charles “Bud”, Mary Frances Mildred, Ruth, Robert “Bob” and Jeanne and also his daughter-in-law Cathleen Kuhn. He loved his family and is survived by his wife Elise, three sons and daughters in law; Mark and Charlotte, Matt and Jean, Lance and Stacy; grandsons Nathaniel, Spencer and Michael and many nieces and nephews, stepson Rodney Gompf, stepdaughter Gailene (Keith) Mabrey, step granddaughters Tessa Strailman (Jason), Tabitha Mabrey, step grandson Marcus and two step great grandchildren Braden and Kyler.
A memorial Mass was held Monday, February 16, 2015, at Santa Catalina Catholic Church followed by a military burial Tuesday, February 17, 2015, at Cave Creek Cemetery in Phoenix.
Remembrances can be donated to St. Vincent de Paul at Santa Catalina Church or Hospice.
Elegy to Preston Gnagey
So many paths may intersect
as through life’s maze you wend your way.
Some travelers smile, some circumspect—
and some you’ve time to mores weigh.
Preston became such a man,
and over time became my friend.
His robust, gentle manner
proved on resolve you could depend.
Together we climbed mountains,
“No sniveling” the cry.
We damned near drained the fountains
our throats became so dry.
Preston shared his path with me
through Catalina Elks Lodge yore.
We worked together as a team
with challenges galore.
He played his part each Flag Day
ever since Two Thousand Two.
He’d narrate the Response—
brought tears to all in the milieu.
Though God has called him near
to be there by his side,
his friends will hold him dear
and ever within their hearts reside.