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This memorial website was created in loving memory of Terence LaMonte Girvan
Terence (Terry) LaMonte Girvan, age 87, of Vancouver, Washington, passed away January 23, 2008 at the Ray Hickey Hospice House. Born in Portland, Oregon to William and Elsie Girvan, he was preceded in death by his brother, John Mayer. Terry was the most loving husband, father, grandfather, and friend and his life had deep, rich and lasting influence. He graduated from Benson Polytechnic High School in Portland, Oregon. He married his lifelong sweetheart, Margaret Hagensen, of Camas, WA November 29, 1941. He proudly served his country as a pilot in the U.S. Army Air Corps 15th Air Force in the European theater, stationed in North Africa and Italy. After the war he graduated from the University of Portland with a Bachelor’s degree in Chemistry and Master’s degree in Science Education. His career began with him teaching high school chemistry, and coaching multiple sports, and in 1956 he joined Crown Zellerbach in the Technical Department in the Camas Mill. During his 26 year career with Crown, he held various, key technical, supervisory and management positions at Camas, Chile, Eureka, California, and Antioch, California. Following his retirement in 1982, his love of teaching caused him to take classes to reinstate his teaching credential. He substitute taught for several years in Camas, Washougal and Vancouver School Districts. With his family, he resided for most of his life in the Portland-Camas area except for fifteen years in northern California. He is survived by his loving wife of 66 years, Margaret, four loving children: James Girvan (Georgia) of Boise, Idaho, Daniel Girvan (Lynn) of Lafayette, California, Susan Girvan Rodkin (Richard) of Petaluma, California, and Nancy Girvan Doyel (Brad) of Vancouver, Washington. He has 14 loving grandchildren: Jennifer, Erik, Emily, Elsa, John, Elizabeth, Jacob, Nicholas, Amy, Sean, Erin, Maryn, Sarah, and Christian, and 3 great-grandchildren Jessica, Jonah and Amaya. As a lifetime member of Zion Lutheran Church in Camas, WA, Terry led many leadership and charitable projects. He was a Boy Scout leader and Little League baseball coach for many years, an avid sports fan, gardener, music buff, and a world traveler. His family loved his wonderful sense of humor and unique outlook on life, his tough exterior and his soft heart. Terry was passionate about spending time with his wife, children and grandchildren, lifelong friends and his many extended families and was an active participant in the lives of each. He was very close to all of his wife’s family members—the Hagensen family. His inimitable spirit lives on in the lives of all those who know and love him.
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Thank you, Dad /
Susan Rodkin
(daughter)
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| Dad, we have all been cherishing you and keeping you in our hearts through this day, especially, September 17, 2009, the day you would be 89. So many memories of wonderful birthdays celebrated with you. You live on in our hearts as a most loving and precious dad.
Today was a hard day for mom. She cried, she reminisced, and she wished she could sit and hear your voice and simply be together. Her love for you is truly eternal.
I miss hearing your voice and your laugh and holding your strong and secure hand. You will always be my hero and my ideal father.
You would be so happy to know that Nicole Lynn Haywood was born to Emily and Dwayne just three days ago on September 14, 2009 - very near your birthday. She is such a sweetie! And, you would be so proud of Jennifer and Erik's darling daughter, Rose - and also the newest addition to Erik and Becky's family, Aevan, who joins big brother, Jonah. And, Erin and Victor are about to have a new son, Gallelle, who will be born in the middle of October, and who will be little brother to darling Amaya and Julian.
Dad, we all sense and draw upon your spirit, wisdom, and humor in our lives each and every day. I found a poem that expresses some of these thoughts, and here it is:
WHO SAID THIS? by Mary Oliver
Something whispered something that was not even a word. It was more like a silence that was understandable. I was standing at the edge of the pond. Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight. And yet, the voice entered me, my body-life, with so much happiness. And there was nothing there but the water, the sky, the grass.
I will always love you, Dad, and I thank you for being my dad, and for all that you did for me and our family throughout your incredible life.
Your loving daughter, Susan |
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"Through Your Eyes" /
Elizabeth Girvan
(granddaughter)
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| "Through Your Eyes"--
There's a frost around my heart-
Because I've lost your voice-
I want you near me just once more-
But time gives me no choice-
I know you're up in Heaven now-
But I wonder what that means-
Can you still see me every day-
in your thoughts and in your dreams?-
So sometimes I close my eyes-
and try and see what you see-
So I'll forever and for always-
have a part of you with me-
I see gardens full of roses-
that you've planted all by yourself-
I see peaches we canned together-
sitting on a shelf-
I see you in your Rabbit-
driving down a street-
I see you happy as you share-
some homemade fudge to eat-
I see you proud as you watch-
your family grow older-
I see you sitting on your deck-
holding a trowel and pot holder-
I see you throwing a Frisbee-
In the Camas park-
I see you wipe away my tears-
when I get scared in the dark-
So I believe and I know-
everything will be okay-
Because I see this through your eyes-
every second of the day-
And this faith holds me together-
and I know it is so-
But there is one last thing I wish-
I had let you know-
So look through my eyes-
and you'll easily see-
how much of a hero-
you'll always be to me
Lovingly written for Grandpa by his Granddaughter Elizabeth Girvan |
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What's for dinner? Boiled Owl /
Arf
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| The Eskimo Cookbook has the following instructions for boiled owl: Take the feathers off. Clean owl and put in cooking pot with lots of water. Add salt to taste. The book suggests boiling a fresh snowy owl. |
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