Jerry William Rainey

Jerry William Rainey of Sequim died of age-related causes at Sherwood Assisted Living on Oct. 1, 2021.

He was 97.

Rainey was born Oct. 28, 1923.

No service are being held.

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Janny Jo Stahl nee Roberson

October 9, 1944 – October 4, 2021

Janny Jo Stahl nee Roberson, descendant of the Hooker pioneer family, was born October 9, 1944. She passed away October 4, 2021. Survived by her son, David, 5 grandsons, 5 great grandchildren, nieces and nephews Mel, Donna and Melanie Barnes, Mrs. Julie Houk and Mike Cays. There will be a celebration of life at the Eagles Club in Port Angeles on November 21st, 2021 from noon to 5 p.m. Food will be provided.

Beverly June Humphrey

March 18, 1934 – October 9, 2021

Beverly (Bev) June Humphrey has gone home to be with Jesus. She is now reunited with her beloved husband Tony, and many loved ones who had gone before her. Bev was a veteran of the U.S. Navy, having served from 1960-1964.

Throughout her life, Bev found her way into the hearts of many across the United States, and especially in Sequim.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Francis Shirley Shepard, Sr. and Harriet Louise Ritchel Shepard , and her brothers, Francis and Kenneth and sister Elaine Kemp. Those left behind include her brother John A. Shepard, sisters Natalie Kemp and Judy Baker, step-daughter Terri Festa, along with a great grandson, and nieces and nephews. She also leaves behind many longtime friends.

Bev radiated her love for Jesus, and she lived her life frequently declaring that it really was “All About Jesus!” She loved reading her Bible, singing old hymns, and talking with Jesus as she prayed faithfully.

A private gathering will be held to celebrate Bev’s Homegoing.

A special thank you to the staff at Sherwood Assisted Living for their loving care of dear Bev, as well as VHOCC.

Brent Davis Richards

June 23, 1939 – September 14, 2021

Brent Davis Richards passed into the loving arms of his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on September 14, 2021.

Brent was born on June 21, 1939 in Lansing, Michigan, the son Ruth and Frank Richards. He grew up in East Lansing with sisters Betsy (Richards) Hagelberg and Suzanne (Richards) Arguello. After graduating high school in 1957, he earned a Bachelor’s degree from the University of Michigan, a Master’s degree from Florida State and a PhD in physiology from Michigan State. His wide-ranging professional life included serving as a professor at Illinois State University and as an electrical inspector in both Bloomington, Illinois and Renton, Washington. He retired in 2003.

Even though he lived in the Midwest for most of his life, when he had the opportunity to move to Washington in 1980 he jumped at the chance and never looked back. He loved living in the Pacific Northwest, but he and Donna, his beloved wife of 30 years, also enjoyed traveling, especially to sunshine-and-ocean destinations like Florida and California. The couple retired to Sequim, WA in 2004 where they quickly became involved in the community and formed many enduring friendships.

While Brent had much to be thankful for throughout the years, especially for the births of his daughter Stacy and son David, his existence was radically transformed when he gave his heart and life to Jesus Christ and was warmly welcomed into the family of God. Among the countless blessings that came with that new life was getting to do what he loved best: to teach. He spent many years studying the Bible, seeking first to grow in his own knowledge of and love for his Lord; then sharing that knowledge and love with others through the Bible studies he led and the places he served.

His passion was teaching God’s word, and the love of his life was Donna, to whom he was a wonderful and caring husband. In addition, he derived immense enjoyment from fishing and back-packing. He was a poet who loved classical music, woodworking, cooking, photography and bird watching.

He is survived by his wife Donna; daughter Stacy Krambeck of Omaha, Nebraska; son David Richards (Erica) of North Richland Hills, Texas; step-daughters Heather Cooper and Angela Lutz, both of Puyallup, Washington; and grandchildren Jacob, Kaylee and Emily Krambeck; Noah, Josh and Nate Richards; and Amber and Michael Lutz.

He was preceded in death by his parents Ruth and Frank Richards and his sister Betsy Hagelberg.

Memorial contributions can be made to World Vision, an organization he and Donna have supported for many years

Gary Allen Bandy “Butch”

March 8, 194 – October 5, 2021

Gary “Butch” Allen Bandy, 80, from Los Angeles, California, passed away on October 5th. He had a unique ability to defy stereotypes and conventions; Gary was a businessman and an artist, a developer and a farmer, an avid reader and accomplished fisherman.

Gary was born March 8th, 1941 to Gerald and Emilia Bandy at Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital in Los Angeles County, and he grew up in the San Fernando Valley. A life-long outdoorsman, Gary was so proud to be the youngest member, at that time, to earn the rank of Eagle Scout.

He grew up in California in a time of enormous change, and despite the many obstacles he had to overcome, Gary embodied so much of what characterized California at that time: optimism and growth, resilience and confidence, and both power and possibility.

Gary was a talented mechanic and machinist who was a proud member of the Drifters car club in high school, and he incorporated those talents into his work in his father’s Burbank machine shop, which primarily served the aerospace industry. Under Gary’s leadership, Bandy Hinge became a pillar of the aerospace industry, and his hinges were critical to the successful design and effectiveness of fighter jets, the Space Shuttle, and passenger planes.

Translating the success of Bandy Hinge into real estate development, Gary helped build Burbank into a hub for technology and innovation as well as for the entertainment industry. His buildings add fun and flair where others chose drab and predictable; factories and office buildings featured towers and turrets. Troll Haven, a working farm he built in Washington State that features a castle, troll statues and dragon gates, attracts visitors from all over the world.

He loved his family: wife Greta; children Brett, Cindy, Jennifer, Garrett, Melanie, Jarrod, Geoffrey, Matthew, Ellexandria, Emilia, Beatrice; and brother Dennis. Gary was honored to have 11 children, 12 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren who he adored, and whose enduring memories will include fishing trips, riding with him around the farm, and travelling by boat to the toy store. His legacy lives on in his many accomplishments, in the memories of his family, and the stories they and all who knew him will tell and remember.

Memorial service to be announced separately.

Glenn Earl Dawson

April 19, 1937 – October 11, 2021

Glenn was born in Salem, Oregon to Randall Keith and June (Saunders) Dawson. He grew up in Alsea, Oregon before joining the Navy in 1957. His time in the Navy brought him to San Diego where he met the love of his life, Beverly. They were married 62 years. Glenn was a member in good standing of the Operating Engineers Local 12 since 1962 and the Lemon Grove, CA, Masonic Lodge since 1965. After many years in California, the Dawson’s hit the road for five years of full time RV travel. They settled in the Agnew area in 2005.

Glenn was a warm hearted family man with a constant twinkle in his eye. He was so proud of his wife, daughters and grandchildren and was always encouraging them in whatever they endeavored. He is best described by his grandson Ian who lives with paralysis:

When I was young, he would take me camping, fishing, and enshrined in me a love of the outdoors. We would explore and he would talk to me about our surroundings in his soft, warm, easy-going voice. During our trips in his boat or motorhome there would always be music playing. Be it old country ballads, or wonderful classic country singers telling stories through their songs, I developed a love of storytelling and old-timey tunes from that man.

More than that, he taught me how to treat people. He was kind, humble, and filled with grace. He had a calm demeanor and you always felt at ease around him. His sense of humor was outstanding, most often a dry clever wit and you had to pay attention to not miss those subtle jokes. He could connect with anyone with his humor. He also had the most incredible love for his family. His eyes would light up when he would talk about my brother Adam or his amazing granddaughter Becca. His love of family was so strong that he put up with months and months of painful agony to get another week, day, or hour with those loved ones around him. It was clearly so difficult for him in the final months, but he was always selfless enough to ask how you were and tell you he loves you.

He was an amazing husband to my grandmother and taught me how to be a partner. He was plenty ornery at times, but overall, he loved his wife with all his heart and expressed it frequently. Watching the two of them dance would always fill my heart with joy. He wrote great poems. They were silly but they were heartfelt and I have strived to replicate them in my adulthood. He had a huge heart and wanted those closest to him to be the absolute best they could be. He would admonish me if I was overly critical of my grandmother or mom, ensuring that I see things from their point of view.

He taught me to be industrious and creative. In his prime he was a heavy equipment operator and had a career in the dirt moving business. I was fortunate to work at the company that he helped create for a couple of years in my late teens. The tales I would hear about his prowess on a tractor from the older employees made him sound larger-than-life. I still get to hear those tales from my father and brother who still work for that company. He built my crib and my first childhood bed. He was a fabulous woodworker and made some of the most beautiful bowls, pens, and trinkets I have ever seen. We would talk for hours about the subtle grain differences in different hardwoods.

For the past five years or so I tried not to miss a day visiting my Papa. As soon as I was up in my chair, I would be heading over to his garage to see what he was up to. We did a lot of mouth painting together, we would tease each other endlessly, I would watch him turn wood for hours on end, then watch him meticulously clean everything up so he was ready to start again tomorrow. Ultimately, our time in that garage was about so much more than woodworking. It was about a grandfather and grandson bonding and sharing life together. So often we would just sit and talk. Sometimes we’d just try to make each other laugh and other times we’d lift each other up from whatever was hurting our heart or body that day. He was my best friend and I’ll never forget the hundreds of hours we racked up together in that garage.

On the night of October 11, 2021, at the age of 84, Glenn passed away peacefully at home with his family around him. Later that evening the northern lights gave a full display. He is survived by his wife, Beverly, Daughter Tama Bankston (Jeff) of Sequim, Daughter Teena Woodward (Russell) of Agnew, Grandson Ian Mackay of Agnew, Grandson Adam Mackay (Lyn) of El Cajon, CA, Granddaughter Rebecca Forshaw (Jared) of Gresham, OR, and Great Granddaughter Paige Mackay of El Cajon. He also leaves behind a large extended family and many, many loved ones.

A private celebration of Glenn’s life will occur in the coming months.