My beloved big sister; whom I call "Sissy."
Our parents divorced when we were very young and Mama married the man we call Daddy, Walter Albert Sage. We carried his name (without adoption papers) through school and into marriage.
8th great-granddaughter of Godfrey I and Mary Ragsdale.
Aloha was a great older sister. We fought like siblings do, yet we loved like only sisters can.
She loved to read & dance, and straight A's in school wasn't quite good enough for her. Never doing homework, she attended Mayfair and Bellflower High Schools, graduating in June 1964. She hung out with the "beautiful" people of the school and with a grin I always called her a high society wannabee.
Right out of High School, Aloha married Loren Ray Irwin, November 1, 1964 at our home in Bellflower by our great Uncle Gorden. They have a beautiful daughter and son. The marriage lasted for only a few years and by 1970 they went their separate ways.
For a time Aloha modeled for Vogue Magazine, but wasn't happy with the traveling aspect. She loved being a Teller at a bank until an armed robbery soured her and she didn't like their exposure to masked men with guns. Next she worked for ADT, training managers and loved it. This job allowed some traveling, but usually home within a day or two.
Marriage number two was with Lawrence Richard Blackwood on June 10, 1973 in Bellflower. They have no children together.
Aloha loved material things and Pepsi. She always had to have the latest and greatest gadget; one of the first to get a microwave, refrigerator with ice and water, etc. Each day after work she would stop and pick her up a six pack of Pepsi for her evening beverage. We always teased her that she was addicted.
Oh, and clean to a fault. If someone used an ashtray, she cleaned it immediately. She was so obsessed with cleanliness that she didn't even have towels in her bathroom; better carry one in or you walked around wet.
The night the phone call came is forever etched in my memory as one of the saddest days of our lives ... what could I have done to help her ... what did I do wrong ... was I the cause? It broke my heart to learn that she had become so depressed that she saw no other escape except taking her own life. She left us with no answers, but with lots of questions.
It is in honor to Aloha's memory that I made this memorial. THANK YOU to all who feel led to leave her a flower. God Bless you!
My beloved big sister; whom I call "Sissy."
Our parents divorced when we were very young and Mama married the man we call Daddy, Walter Albert Sage. We carried his name (without adoption papers) through school and into marriage.
8th great-granddaughter of Godfrey I and Mary Ragsdale.
Aloha was a great older sister. We fought like siblings do, yet we loved like only sisters can.
She loved to read & dance, and straight A's in school wasn't quite good enough for her. Never doing homework, she attended Mayfair and Bellflower High Schools, graduating in June 1964. She hung out with the "beautiful" people of the school and with a grin I always called her a high society wannabee.
Right out of High School, Aloha married Loren Ray Irwin, November 1, 1964 at our home in Bellflower by our great Uncle Gorden. They have a beautiful daughter and son. The marriage lasted for only a few years and by 1970 they went their separate ways.
For a time Aloha modeled for Vogue Magazine, but wasn't happy with the traveling aspect. She loved being a Teller at a bank until an armed robbery soured her and she didn't like their exposure to masked men with guns. Next she worked for ADT, training managers and loved it. This job allowed some traveling, but usually home within a day or two.
Marriage number two was with Lawrence Richard Blackwood on June 10, 1973 in Bellflower. They have no children together.
Aloha loved material things and Pepsi. She always had to have the latest and greatest gadget; one of the first to get a microwave, refrigerator with ice and water, etc. Each day after work she would stop and pick her up a six pack of Pepsi for her evening beverage. We always teased her that she was addicted.
Oh, and clean to a fault. If someone used an ashtray, she cleaned it immediately. She was so obsessed with cleanliness that she didn't even have towels in her bathroom; better carry one in or you walked around wet.
The night the phone call came is forever etched in my memory as one of the saddest days of our lives ... what could I have done to help her ... what did I do wrong ... was I the cause? It broke my heart to learn that she had become so depressed that she saw no other escape except taking her own life. She left us with no answers, but with lots of questions.
It is in honor to Aloha's memory that I made this memorial. THANK YOU to all who feel led to leave her a flower. God Bless you!
