In this section, we wish to say farewell to our beloved Colville Tribal Members and send our wishes for health, happiness and faith to their families.
We welcome memorials about your loved ones and friends who have passed away, including photographs and poems if you wish. Please send your contributions to: Tribal Tribune Memorials, P.O. Box 150, Nespelem WA 99155 or Email @ editor.tribune@colvilletribes.com. Include your name and address on the photographs, funeral cards or other materials you want returned to you.
Louise A. “Bubbles” Marchand
Louise A. “Bubbles” Marchand passed away August 5, 2005, in Colville at the age of 90. She was born on July 13, 1915, in Marcus, the daughter of Charlie and Mary Marchand.
Louise married Thomas Ferguson in 1937 and they lived in Inchelium until 1950. She had lived in Spokane from 1950 until 1998 and had resided in Colville for the last five years.
Louise is survived by her son Tom Ferguson and wife Carleen, Inchelium; her daughter Karen Taylor of Fairbanks, AK; 14 grandchildren; 20 great-grandchildren and 4 great-great-grandchildren.
A rosary service was held at 7 p.m. Wednesday, August 10, at the Danekas Funeral Chapel in Colville. The Funeral Mass followed on Thursday, August 11, at St. Michael’s Mission in Inchelium at 10 a.m. with Father Bob Jones as celebrant. Burial followed at the Hall Creek Cemetery in Inchelium.
The Danekas Funeral Chapel was in charge of arrangements.
Thank you from the family of
Louise A. “Bubbles” Marchand
We would like to thank everyone who came and showed their respects at the Rosary and the Funeral Mass.
To the family members who traveled miles to attend, coming from Fairbanks, Alaska; Burns, Oregon; Warm Springs, Oregon; the Omak and Spokane areas, to all the friends and the Inchelium community for all the beautiful flowers.
The pall bearers: Joe Peone, Clancy Ferguson, Lynn Ellsworth, Lou Stone, Jude Stensgar, and Bud Stensgar. Thanks go out also to Father Bob Jones and to Chris Shaffer and Jenny Edgren for their songs.
Thanks to all the cooks that prepared the meal that followed the burial at the cemetery and special thanks to Bill Danekas for all his help with the arrangements.
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Enough is Enough
My mother was a very strong person and whatever was on her mind she told you, even though she knew it would make you angry. She would say if I don’t say it you won’t think about.
Well, I know this may make some people angry and my intentions are not to make you mad, it is to make you think.
My mom’s life expectancy was short after her heart surgery. In talking with her she tried to set some things right especially with her children. I once told her I was scared because when she is gone what are we supposed to do. Believe me she gave me the what for. I raised you kids to be strong and not dependent on anyone and to speak your minds. My mom also told me no one will know pain until they lose a child of their own. Don’t you hate when your parents are right? I do.
On July 5, 2003, was a day I will never forget. When I talk about it is like it happened yesterday. Alcohol/Drugs and one bad choice by the driver who had taken my girl, Katie Mae LeaderCharge. We have raised her as our own for 9 years. Then she moved back with her mom to start a new family in Winnemucca, Nevada. I knew this would be hard but we always kept in touch by phone calls, letters and on holidays she flew up to stay with us and we shared her with her other families. Then one year she moved back to Inchelium, we were excited she was back in our area but still we would call each other and her and her uncle would send black and white cows back in forth to each other. Let me tell you there is a lot of black and white cows in my house, but what a great way to remember someone. The Driver of the vehicle had to go to court for the wreck that took my girl. On the day of court I kept thinking of the punishment he would receive and no matter what it was, it could never be enough.
I wanted to walk into that court room just to look at his and his families faces and I wanted to see some type of payback. When I went into the court room I saw something totally different. His family was sitting across from us and all I seen was pain, a different kind of pain. They had disbelief in their eyes, showed pain, sadness, and a hopelessness. I thought how can that be, it was their son that did this horrible thing. They can’t feel any of those emotions, but they did. You see when you live in a small town everyone knows you or you’re related to them. In Kate’s case she was related to them, a cousin, Auntie, and a great-grandpa. They were stuck between both families. As they spoke for their son, I listened to what they said, and then the sentence was given. On that day, we still didn’t have Katie back, it didn’t take the pain away and no matter what all her dreams were not going to be fulfilled. I felt an emptiness; I slept the first year away. The second year I tried to sleep it away and to isolate myself from anyone that would remind me of that day, which was everyone. Payback is a myth no matter how much payback or punishment you want, it will not bring your loved one back. You learn to deal with the pain, but it never goes away. All I can do now is hope when this young man returns he appreciates, loves, and be respectful towards his family.
I wouldn’t wish this type of pain on anyone. On that day I saw the pain of a mother losing her son in a different manner, but still feeling the pain. I know just by the look he gave us his life has changed forever and it will never be the same. I can just hope and pray that when he returns he admires, respects, and loves his family because they too went through a different loss. It was easy to blame him but to forgive him was hard. We will always have pain and loss in our family it is the paths we have chosen when we turned our heads to alcohol/drugs and believed nothing was going to happen.
On July 1, 2005, almost 2 years since we lost Katie we had another death in our family. We lost my nephew because of alcohol and drugs and one bad choice. I feel bad it has had to happen to my sister, a cousin, and my best friend. The pain they have will be different. One will see and feel the pain on her son’s face during each of her visits, by trying to do the right thing, and feeling the sense of hopelessness. It may not be a physical loss but is a loss to their family. When she goes to hug her son their hugs will be different. When the other dad of the young man in the hospital goes to hug his son his son will have to work very hard to give his dad a hug. Trying to ensure him it will be ok, be tough for dad even though he knows his dad is having a hard time. My sister will never be able to hug her son as he is with the Creator, and she will only have memories and tremendous sadness and anger.
All three of these families are struggling and if I could take the pain away or make that day different I would as I am sure anyone would. For some reason the Creator had taken my nephew at young age just as he did my girl.
I was told once “if you don’t have family, you have nothing.” This is a powerful statement told by a very young man with dreams and hopes, my nephew.
It saddens me to hear that there are people who threw parties after the services and still today supposedly in the honor of my nephew. I have seen this type of honoring before and I like everyone else had done, turned my head in disgust, but really didn’t do anything about it. I thought it will go away and we will not have to see it anymore. Well, I have seen this happen on several different times and can no longer ignore the issue. You have just read about two young people in my family who have died because of alcohol/drugs and bad choices. My questions to anyone who could answer this or to make me understand the concept of such honoring “Why is it an honorable and respectful way to remember a life with alcohol/drugs?” In my family we lost two of our younger members because of the influence of alcohol/drugs and a bad choice. That’s why they are no longer with us. Why honor their memory in such a way that took them from us? Honor them by telling stories, laughing, and crying. Remember them by stories, not by alcohol/drugs and a bad choice. They both were so much more than that.
I just needed to say this for myself. I am not closed-minded because I know personally I have done the same thing. I am just as much at fault as both those drivers, for not stopping them when I knew they were under the influence. Even to stop my own family from driving and drugging, turning my head and saying they will be o.k., they will pass out soon. That ‘soon’ may come too late and another person will lose their loved one. I don’t know about anyone else, but I am tired of burying our young men and women and seeing pain in the community and family’s eyes.
Julie Simpson
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Thank You
On behalf of Thomas “Moose” Pakootas and Sherri DeeAnn Adolph-Alexander, we would like to say Thank You to all the people for the cooking, prayers, and flowers that were donated to the family. This was a difficult time for our families and I would like to again say thanks for the help that we received. It was greatly appreciated. Thank You, and you’ll all be in our prayers.
From the families of Thomas George “Moose” Pakootas and Sherri DeeAnn Adolph-Alexander
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Arthur David Hahn
Arthur David Hahn left his family and friends on May 25, 2005 to be with his Creator. He was born on March 13, 1932 in Omak, Washington to Jay T. Hahn and Nancy Parsons Anderson. Art grew up in the Omak area and attended school at St. Mary’s Mission near Omak.
In his youth he held many types of jobs, but later on he found the skill of being a roofer. He was a superintendent for a company in Tacoma, WA for a time, and then went on to co-own a company with his brother. The skill was passed to sons and nephews.
He married Kathaleen Crampton on September 7, 1968, in Reno, Nevada and resided in Spokane. Art had several interests, some of which were leather work, calligraphy, copper pictures, boating and fishing. His sons recall going to the Par 3 and learning about golf with their father. They also enjoyed going fishing. In his later years, he would look forward to the trips to the casinos. Art was a member of the Catholic Church and the Colville Confederated Tribe.
Art is survived by his wife, Kathy of Spokane, sons David (Kim) Hahn of Rathdrum, ID; Robert (Kathy) Hahn of Spokane, WA; daughter, Jana (Paul) Grant of Spokane; grandchildren: Jordon with the U.S. Air Force in Mississippi; Kirstin, Sarah, Tyler, Hannah, Katelyn, Lakiesha, Courtney and brothers, John Hahn of Spokane, Leonard Hahn of Yuma, AZ; sisters, Lucetta Stafford, Marcelene Hubert, of Ford, WA and Merrita Ford, Wellpinit, WA, Verona Gunn and Lavada Anderson of Omak, WA; many nieces, nephews and cousins. He was preceded in death by his parents, sister Donna Palmanteer, daughter, Shonita Hahn and granddaughter, Amanda Hahn.
Rosary was held Friday, May 27, 2005 at 7:00 p.m. at the funeral home. A funeral service was held Saturday, May 28th at 1:00 p.m. at the funeral home. Arrangements were intrusted to Hennessey-Smith Funeral Home, Spokane, WA. Burial was at Monse Cemetery on August 6, 2005.
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Grand Chief
Archie Jack
Grand Chief Archie Jack was born August 14, 1934, and passed away August 3, 2005. He was father to Joleen (George) of Oklahoma, A.J. of San Diego, Shane of North Vancouver; grandpa to Cheyenne and G.W. of Oklahoma; dad to his nephew Mitch (Tracy) Jack and their children Chris, Allysa, Morisa and Colter. He is also survived by his wife of 32 years, Joyce Jack; 5 brothers, 4 sisters, 2 uncles and many nieces and nephews of Invermere, California and Washington.
|He will always be remembered as a friend and mentor to many young cowboys who went on to be champions under his humor and positive thought. Archie served as Councilor and Chief of the Penticton Indian Band, Chief of the B.C. Union of Chiefs, IWA Shop Steward and member for 16 years. He was school trustee for 2 terms, acting as the driving force to get new schools built in West Bench and Kaleden, as well as teaching the Okanagan language and culture to many young people of the Osoyoos Indian Band and Sen’ Pok Chin School. He went back to school at the Enowkin Centre in 2003-2004 where he received his BC Teacher’s Certificate to teach Okanagan language in the public school system. He received his doctor’s degree in language on July 26, 2005. Archie was also a language mentor to David Tanner of Oliver.
Services were held August 9, 2005 at 1 p.m., grand entry time at the Penticton Indian Reserve Ball Diamond. A wake was held at 7 p.m. August 8, 2005, at Enowkin Centre, Green Mountain Road, Penticton, B.C.
Those who wish may make donations to the Enowkin Centre, Penticton, B.C.