Dene Dewey Hill, 62, of Round Hill, VA passed away peacefully on September 19, 2013.
She is survived by her loving husband of 33 years, Chris King; daughter Melissa (Robert) Simpson of Woodbridge, VA; son Kenny (Joanna) Hill Jr of Hamilton, VA; three cherished granddaughters, Caroline, Lilian, and Willa; and one very large and spoiled black lab, Mac. She is also survived by two siblings, Shelley Sutton of Virginia Beach, VA and Tom Dewey of San Antonio, TX and six nephews, and seven nieces.
Dene worked at Friends of Children Charity in Darien, CT, Wage Radio in Leesburg, VA, and Martin’s Herand in Sterling, VA. She attended the International School of Bangkok and enjoyed being a member of the ISB Network, which let her keep in touch with others who grew up in military families in Thailand. She was an active member of the Unitarian Uni- versalist Church of Loudoun and a volunteer at the Loudoun Abused Woman’s Shelter. Her passions were her family, gardening, reading, camping, trips to the beach, local music, and dogs.
A Memorial Service will be held at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Loudoun (UUCL), 20460 Gleedsville Rd, Leesburg, VA 20175 on Sunday September 29, 2013 at 2:00pm.
Memorial contributions can be made to the Loudoun Abused Woman’s Shelter, 105 East Market St Leesburg, VA 20176, in memory of Dene Hill.
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Former board member John Dammon ’69 passes away suddenly
John was visiting his brother, James ’68 in Mississippi on his way home from his Dad’s funeral in Louisiana. John’s wife is Babette Trout Dammon, ’72.
John and Babette both served on the ISBN board for a number of years. John was the ISB Network’s first treasurer after incorporation. He not only took us to a good place financially, but also started our official database. John brought to the board common sense financial knowledge, and leadership. Having John on the board was one of the best things to happen to the ISBN.
Ironically, John and Babette both worked for Blue Cross and Blue Shield in the DC area, and worked in the same building. They never met in Thailand, nor the states, until the 1988 ISB Network reunion in Boston. John had recently divorced, and his brother James encouraged him go to the reunion. He and Babette met and the rest is history. They were married a year later on August, 12 1989.
After leaving the board, John remained a strong supporter of the ISB Network and maintained his membership from the 1980s until his death. Lasting friendships that John started at ISB were strengthened during the reunions and endured until the day he died.
A service was held February 6th in Mississippi where he was cremated. There will be another service held on Friday February 17, in Annapolis, MD.
He will be missed by all who knew him.
We extend our condolences to Babette, Jamo, Lee and Samm with love and appreciation.
Daaave
“The Breath You Take”
He looks up from second base, dad’s up in the stands He saw the hit, the run, the slide, there ain’t no bigger fan In the parking lot after the game He said, “Dad, I thought you had a plane to catch?” He smiled and said, “Yeah, son, I did”
But life’s not the breath you take, the breathing in and out That gets you through the day, ain’t what it’s all about You just might miss the point trying to win the race Life’s not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Fast forward fifteen years and a thousand miles away Boy’s built a life, he’s got a wife and a baby due today He hears a voice saying, “I made it son” Says, “I told you dad, you didn’t have to come” He smiles and says, “Yeah, I know you did”
But life’s not the breath you take, the breathing in and out That gets you through the day, ain’t what it’s all about
You just might miss the point trying to win the race Life’s not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Just like it took my breath when she was born Just like it took my breath away when dad took his last that morn
Life’s not the breath you take, the breathing in and out That gets you through the day, ain’t what it’s all about Just might miss the point if you don’t slow down the pace Life’s not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
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Joe was a great friend. He and I hung out when I was a Senior and he was a Junior. He was actually older than me because he had been set back a year one time because he broke his back. I had been accidentally enrolled at ISB as a sophomore when I should have been a freshman so I was a little ahead. We played guitars and did a little clubbing around Bangkok. We had talked about going to college together but I went to Portland State in Oregon and he changed his mind the next year and went back east. He had thought about Gonzaga in Washington. I think a couple of ISB Alums from the class of ’69 went to the same school with him. I’ll never forget the last letter I got. I had written him about school and such and eagerly opened the reply letter. Unfortunately it was from his mother. She said He and two friends had gone out for some pizza and been in a traffic accident. Joe didn’t make it. I will try to dig out some pics of Joe to send in. I know several others who called him friend at ISB have missed him as much.
Steve Duncan ’68
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Departed 11/74~age 22~Intellius.com death records ~ Details unknown
Curt was my friend from 1968. We played on the Junior Football team, and Curt was a serious stud, hard nosed and loved to hit. He had a great sense of humor and we had a lot of great times. As I remember he had a Howler Monkey for a pet. This monkey would put with us for a while (Curt trained him to catch a football) and when he tired of playing catch the monkey would start to howl and act wild. I remember it would scare me a little. Curt would laugh and say not to worry! But, I was always on edge when I was over at his house. We both lived on Soi 63 as I remember. We were always going to meet in South Lake Tahoe when we got back state side. It just didn’t happen. I have good memories of Curt. (We were both members of the “Big 8”)
Michael Bernard Anderson, 56, of Highland Falls, was a chief realty officer for the United States Military Academy at West Point. He was predeceased by his brother Rolf Rock. Michael is survived by his children, Michael Beau, Dorianne D. and Gwen Ursula Anderson; his siblings, Hildegard Schaefer, Troudel Rock and their families including the late Rolf’s family; and his step-mother Noi Anderson. A Funeral Mass will be held Wednesday, 10 AM, at St. Catharine’s Church in Blauvelt. Visiting hours will Tuesday, 2-4 and 7-9 PM, at the Moritz Funeral Home in Tappan. MORITZ FUNERAL HOME 98 Route 303 South Tappan, NY 10983 (845) 359-0890
Published by The Journal News on Mar. 9, 2009.
Gwen Anderson lovingly wrote:
My father is Michael Bernard Anderson and he was a graduate of the International School of Bangkok, Class of 1969. I came across his membership to this networking site through a Google search of his name–my father recently passed away last March (2009). I was wondering if there would be a possible to view his account or perhaps reset his password? I just would like to know if he was in contact with his old classmates… If you would need more verification of my relationship with him or if this is not at all possible due to privacy issues, please let me know.
Thank you
Gwen Anderson (daughter of Michael Bernard Anderson)
Lovingly confirmed by his daughter, Dorianne Anderson.
Hello Mr. Wilkerson. Thank you for reaching out. I apologize, I don’t really check my messages on Facebook, so I’m glad that I caught this. Michael Bernard Anderson is my father. Yesterday was his birthday actually ❤️ His date of birth – April 12, 1952 and his date of death is March 5, 2009. Please let me know if you would like any other information.
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