Navy veteran, WA/DL Capt. Martin J. “Jack” O’Brien
June 10, 1939 ~ April 29, 2024
We have just been notified that retired Western/Delta pilot Captain Martin J. “Jack” O’Brien, age 84, has passed. Jack joined Western Airlines 10-07-1968 and retired with Delta Air Lines in 1999, based 030/LAX. Jack is survived by his wife Sandy, and by his children and their families.
Obituary : Martin J. “Jack” O’Brien
Martin J. O’Brien, better known as “Jack,” passed away on April 29, 2024. He was 84 years old. A native of Phoenix, AZ, he attended Army Navy Academy Prep School in Carlsbad, CA, graduating in 1957. After a year at the University of Arizona and becoming a member of the Sigma Chi fraternity, he received an appointment to the U .S. Naval Academy, graduating in 1962.
As a Naval Aviator, Jack spent six years flying the E-2 (Early Warning Aircraft) out of the NAS North Island, CA, and participating in the Vietnam Campaign.
Departing active duty in September 1968, Jack became a pilot for Western Airlines, flying Boeing aircrafts out of Los Angeles for over 30 years. He retired from Delta Airlines in 1999.
Jack remained in the Navy Reserves, flying antisubmarine and long range patrol aircrafts. He retired from the Reserves in 1989 with the rank of Captain, having served in three command billets.
Jack is survived by his wife, Sandy, daughter, Alexis, and three sons, Jack JR, Jeffrey, and Marc, and eight grandchildren.
Private memorial services will be held by the family in Huntington Beach, CA. Condolences may be sent to his wife, Sandy, at sandyvina@yahoo.com
A number of pilots who retired from Delta are not aware of benefits available from the Delta Pilots Disability and Survivorship (D&S) Plan, a Plan that is distinct from the Delta Pilots Retirement Plan which was terminated and turned over to the PBGC.
Very soon…….it will be birthday #100 for CAPT. NEWELL!
Due to macular degeneration (wet), Bill’s eyesight is poor, so rather than cards, perhaps give Bill a call at 602-320-6761.
And thank you very much!
~ Carol
DOB 05-08-1924…..this year it is 100 candles for Bill! WWII veteran and retired Western Airlines pilot Captain William Edmond Newell joined Western 04-10-1950.
Assigned 335FS, 4FG, 8AF USAAF. Failed to Return from mission, hit by Flak, coolant system streaming glycol, Lt Newell abandoned P-51 43-6759 near Lingen, Germany. 29-Mar-44 POW. MACR 3524.
Awards: POW, WWII Victory, EAME.
Post War: Retired as VP Flight Operations for Western Airlines having flown for them for 32 years.
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POW, liberated 04-30-1945
Vet survived POW camp with thoughts of his wife
By T.M. Shultz The Daily Courier
He wasn’t there long enough to name his plane.
It was March 29, 1944, and Prescott Valley retiree William “Bill” Newell was a skinny 19-year-old fighter pilot serving in Debden, England.
He had been there a month.
Already he had gone on 12 missions, either escorting waves of American bombers into Germany or just prowling the skies, looking for Germans to shoot down.
Most pilots painted names on their planes. If Newell had been there longer, he says, he would have named his P-51 Mustang “Miss Pat” after his wife, Patricia. Patricia was living with her parents in Dearborn, Mich., patiently waiting for her young husband to return.
They were high school sweethearts, married just weeks before Newell left for England. He loved her from the moment he first saw her.
He missed her terribly.
The day of his 13th mission dawned, but he did not think it was an omen. He did not believe in such things.
Still, as he washed and shaved in the pre-dawn hours and then sat through the mission briefing, Newell felt uneasy.
“For some unknown reason that morning, I was a little bit more nervous than I’d ever been before,” Newell recalled. He shrugged it off.
The mission was to meet up with bombers over Brunswick, Germany, and escort them back to England.
“As we were approaching Brunswick – we hadn’t gotten in contact with the bombers yet – this group of FW-190s came busting through the formation,” Newell recounted. Widely regarded as Germany’s best fighter, the Focke Wulf 190 bristled with 20 mm canons and machine guns.
“I got hit with a cannon shell,” Newell said. “All I could feel was this big thump. At first I thought I was on fire because the cockpit filled with what I thought was smoke. It was really coolant from the engine. All this coolant misted and came up into the cockpit and just kind of glazed everything inside the cockpit with a fine oil.”
He had to slide the side windows open to see. He wanted to bail out.
“I remember grabbing the emergency release handle,” Newell said. The canopy did not jettison. Instead, the handle broke off and he knew he could get out only if he forced the canopy open by hand. He decided to wait.
“I started climbing the airplane back up, because by this time, I was down to about 8,000 feet.” If he could catch up to his fellow pilots, they would guide him back to England.
Fifteen minutes later two planes from his group swung in beside him.
One was piloted by Dominic Gentile. The other was flown by John Godfrey. Both were famous fighter aces, claiming several “kills” apiece.
The trio flew together for 10 minutes until Newell’s engine overheated.
This time his plane – billowing smoke – really was on fire.
He pried open the canopy and jumped.
“I don’t think I waited 10 seconds to pull the chute handle,” Newell said, laughing. “They always said, ‘Count to 10 before you pull the ripcord.’ I didn’t. I jumped and pulled.”
The descent seemed to take forever. He had time to pull his boots back on after the force of the opening parachute yanked them half off his feet. He was falling into a field complete with two gun-toting German farmers. He slammed into the ground, but miraculously was unhurt.
“German soldiers came up in a car and took me to the nearest town,” Newell said. After interrogation, the Germans transferred him to a prison camp near Barth, Germany. Newell remained at Stalag Luft 1 through his 20th and 21st birthdays until shortly after the Russian army liberated the camp on April 30, 1945.
Newell said the Germans never mistreated him, although food was scarce and wormy. The prisoners showered once a month, lost weight and grew ill. At the end, after the Russians came, Newell saw murdered women and children lying just outside the camp. But through it all, he never had any doubts he would survive.
“I was only 19 years old,” Newell said. “I was just a kid. Thoughts like that never entered my head.”
What did worry him was his wife.
For the first three months after Newell was shot down, officials told Patricia only that he was missing in action. The heart-wrenching news came unceremoniously by telegram.
Later, she wrote long letters and sent packages to him, saving up her food ration stamps to buy her husband chocolate bars that the Germans ate.
What sustained Newell throughout his ordeal was pictures of his wife – especially one with a lock of her hair carefully tucked inside its plastic wrapping. He has faithfully carried that picture in his wallet ever since.
When Newell finally went home, all Patricia knew was that her husband was somewhere in the United States. She did not know he was heading straight for Dearborn.
“I just showed up in the middle of the night at the front door,” Newell recalled, smiling.
When Patricia answered his knock, she cried.
Not one for introspection, Newell has not thought much about how his war experiences have affected him.
“Those things are hard to understand,” says Newell, now 83.
What counted most in his life, he continues, was the 32-year stint after the war that he spent as a pilot with Western Airlines.
And his four children.
And the wife he loved for more than 63 years.
He still remembers their first date, their first kiss.
He’ll always remember.
Patricia died three months ago.
“No, I really can’t point to anything that I would say has changed me in any way,” Newell says, pausing.
“Except, really, the loss of my wife.”
Was she proud of him?
“Oh yes,” Newell replied. ” And I was proud of her.”
From this experience, Bill has become a member of the exclusive Caterpillar Club!
The Caterpillar Club is an informal association of people who have successfully used a parachute to bail out of a disabled aircraft. After authentication by the parachute maker, applicants receive a membership certificate and a distinctive lapel pin. The nationality of the person whose life was saved by parachute and ownership of the aircraft are not factors in determining qualification for membership; anybody whose life was saved by using a parachute after bailing out of a disabled aircraft is eligible. The requirement that the aircraft is disabled naturally excludes parachuting enthusiasts in the normal course of a recreational jump, or those involved in military training jumps.
The Airborne Systems company of New Jersey continues the tradition of certifying members and awarding pins to this day
As noted in the April 2024 issue of ALPA’s magazine, the December passing of DL Capt. Johnnie Zinn. I was not able to locate an online obituary but did find some online grave site information. Captain Johnnie Mack Zinn joined Western Airlines 4-22-1968 and retired with Delta Air Lines in 2000. He was based SLC, then ATL/031 prior to retiring. The Zinns had most recently resided in Florida. Johnnie’s wife Irene passed in March 2022.
Janis “Jan” Gilbert, wife of WA/DL Capt. Ron Gilbert
March 21, 1936 ~ November 30, 2023
I have just learned today of the passing of Jan Gilbert, wife of retired Western/Delta pilot Captain Ron Gilbert. Ronald Gene Gilbert and Janis Lea O’Dell were married in Illinois on August 31, 1957. Ron joined Western Airlines 01-15-1968 and retired with Delta Air Lines in 1995, based 030/SLC.
We have just learned that retired Western/Delta pilot Captain Bill Joslyn passed last summer. Captain Wilbert Clinton “Bill” Joslyn joined Western Airlines 01-20-1964 and was Dallas based at the time that he retired with Delta Air Lines. Bill is survived by his wife Kay, and by his sons and their families.
Wilbert Clinton “Bill” Joslyn, 88 of Nixa, formerly of Lebanon, a retired commercial airline pilot, passed away Thursday morning, August 17, 2023, in The Castlewood Senior Living Center, Nixa.
Bill is survived by his wife, Kay Joslyn; four sons, Bill (Kristin) Joslyn of Bear Lake, Michigan, Bob (Krystal) Joslyn of Nixa, Ray (Stacy) Joslyn of Olathe, Kansas and Allen (Vicky) Joslyn of Camdenton; six grandchildren, Clinton (Kami) Joslyn, Marina Joslyn, Johnna Joslyn, Riley (Lauren) Joslyn, Reid and Ayden Joslyn; one great grandchild, River Joslyn; two sisters, Sallie Dickinson and Edwina (Ken) Braboy all of Lebanon; sister-in-law, Beverly Joslyn of Lebanon; brother-in-law, Don Notham of Cudahy, Wisconsin; sister and brother-in-law, Jan (Bob) Neuser of Oconomowoc, Wisconsin; several nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews; cousins and many friends.
Obituary information with a family photo album is available online at
Memorial contributions may be made in memory of Bill Joslyn and sent to Memorial Chapels and Crematory of Waynesville/St. Robert. Please make checks payable to Kay Joslyn, as she will be donating to several organizations that are important to the family.
Notice of passing…..retired Western/Delta Air Lines pilot and author Lt. Colonel Mal Ferrell, USAF (Ret.), age 88, of Peachtree City, Georgia. Captain Ferrell joined Western Airlines 04-22-1968 and retired with Delta Air Lines in 1995 based 030/ATL. He is survived by his wife Gloria, and by his children and their families.
Please see links below to read more of Mal’s life story.
For those who may wish to send a personal note, the Ferrell’s address is listed in whitepages as
103 ST. ANDREWS SQUARE, PEACHTREE CITY GA 30269-1441
Lt. Colonel Mal Ferrell, USAF (Ret.), 88, passed peacefully into the presence of his Savior on Christmas evening, 2023, in Peachtree City, Georgia. He was 88. His devoted wife, Gloria, kept vigil at his bedside for weeks before his passing.
During his long and productive life, Mal was many things — a decorated Air Force fighter pilot who flew more than 100 missions over North Vietnam in his F-105D Thunderchief, the author of 21 books on narrow-gauge trains, a pilot for Western and Delta airlines, and a photographer whose work graced the pages of LIFE magazine.
But to those who knew him — his family and friends — he was among the best of men: a loving husband to Gloria; a devoted father to Susan, Mallory 3rd, Kimberly and Eric; a doting grandfather to his grandchildren, and a wonderful brother to Joan. He said his greatest achievements in his life were his children.
Mallory Hope Ferrell, Jr. was born to Laura Evelyn Bunn Ferrell and Mallory Hope Ferrell, Sr. in Portsmouth, Virginia, on November 23, 1935. His mother cared for the family as a loving homemaker, and his father worked as an underwater welder at the Norfolk Shipyard during World War II.
The war shaped young Mallory’s childhood. He remembered watching planes attack German U-Boats off the coast of Virginia. He and his playmates salvaged material from a military equipment dump, flying imaginary missions in their fighter aircraft created from the canopy of an F4U Corsair pulled from the junk pile.
Aviators were his heroes: Claire Chennault and his “Flying Tiger” P-40 Warhawk pilots who fought as volunteers defending China against Japanese invaders prior to America entering the war; Jimmy Doolittle and his B-24 Liberator pilots who launched their land-based bombers from an aircraft carrier to execute the first U.S. bombing of Tokyo; Chuck Yeager, who broke the sound barrier in his Bell XS-1.
In the ’50s, Mal would sweep up at the local airport in exchange for airplane rides. He earned his pilot’s license at 15, before he earned his driver’s license. Years later he would teach his 15-year-old son, Eric, to fly in a Cessna 152 rented from the local airport.
Mal said that all pilots carried two bags which prevent crashing — a bag of luck and a bag of experience. He said that the luck bag grows smaller over time while the experience bag grows larger. In filling his bag of experience, Mal would draw heavily from his bag of luck.
As a young flier, Mal took his baby daughter, Susan, up for a ride in a light aircraft. He noticed that she had closed her eyes and gone quiet. His new daddy instincts went into overdrive. Fearing that she suffered hypoxia or otherwise lost consciousness, he declared an emergency and cut a couple of other planes out of the traffic pattern to set down and attend to his little girl. As soon as the plane’s wheels touched the runway, baby Susan woke up from her peaceful nap, to Dad’s relief.
To support his new wife and their baby daughter — and to help pay for college — Mal put to work his experience from high school writing and shooting photos for his local newspaper, The Virginian-Pilot. He found freelance work for the Blackstar photo agency and Life Magazine.
Assignments took him to Cuba where he covered dictator Fulgencio Batista’s execution of revolutionaries. Hiding rolls of film kept authorities from confiscating them, but Mal still did a short stint in a Cuban jail. A journalist colleague working for the Associated Press convinced his captors it was not in their best interest to continue detaining the young photojournalist.
Mal’s writing career began years earlier in junior high school. Fulfilling a class assignment, he wrote a short story of which he was particularly proud. The teacher gave the story a “C.” Not lacking in confidence, the student writer requested that his teacher please submit the story to a state-wide writing contest. The teacher declined.
The junior high kid retyped his story — so there was no “C” visible on it — and submitted the story to the contest independently. He won first place. The teacher who had rated the story as merely average also won a prize in that contest, although it would have to be delivered years later. She won a complimentary, autographed copy of Mal’s first book.
Young Mal joined the Air Force through ROTC at the University of Miami and completed flight training in 1959. He flew missions during the Cuban Missile Crisis and in Vietnam. He and another pilot briefly held an altitude record. They established the record in an F-106 Delta Dart while testing to see how high Soviet radars in Cuba could track aircraft.
During those suspenseful days in October of 1962 when the United States and the Soviet Union waited to see who would blink first in a stalemate over Soviet missiles in Cuba, the young fighter pilot was part of a flight sent to sink a Soviet ship.
En route to their objective, headquarters radioed the flight leader to discontinue the mission and return to base. As headquarters failed to give the proper authentication code to confirm the recall order, the flight leader radioed that he and his pilots were continuing the mission as originally tasked. A general seized the mic from the airman at the radio and, citing his authority, ordered the flight to return.
“I don’t care who you are, general,” the flight leader responded. “Unless you come up with the proper authentication code, we’re going to sink that Russian ship as ordered.” Fortunately, the airman working the code book quickly got on the correct page — literally — and referenced the correct recall code sequence.
Within a year of the Cuban Missile Crisis, Mal would begin the first of three combat tours in Vietnam. There he would fly a sampling of aircraft including the: C-123 Provider, A-1 Skyraider (Spad), F-5 Tiger, F-100 Super Sabre, and F-105D Thunderchief.
While fiercely proud of his military career as a fighter pilot, Mal told his family that his most meaningful mission was flying a C-123 cargo aircraft to rescue Marines in the A Shau Valley of Vietnam.
In describing his time in combat, Mal borrowed a quote from the World War II saga “Band of Brothers”: “I was not a hero. But I served in a company of heroes.” He offered, for example, the time that his F-105D aircraft was badly shot up and leaking fuel. It was the hero crew of a KC-135 Stratotanker that bravely nursed his aircraft home across the contested skies of North Vietnam. They faced danger from enemy MiG-17 and MiG-21 fighter aircraft, anti-aircraft fire, and flames from Mal’s F-105D. Jet fuel and fire do not a good combination make.
Mal’s decorations from service in Vietnam include: The Distinguished Flying Cross, five Air Medals, the Bronze and Silver Stars. He flew more than 100 missions over North Vietnam in his F-105D, going “downtown” taking the fight to the heart of the enemy over Hanoi.
Following Vietnam, Mal continued flying with Virginia and Colorado Air National Guard units. To earn a living, he went to work — ever so briefly — for his father and uncle in the family business, Ferrell Linoleum and Tile.
He described shuffling along on his hands and knees measuring the bathroom of a vacant house for new flooring. Catching sight through the window of an airliner sailing through the blue sky, he instantly decided on his next career move. Within a few months he landed work for Western Airlines as a flight engineer on the Boeing 707.
He would retire three decades later with Delta Airlines as an international captain on the Boeing 767. Along the way he flew his beloved Boeing 737, a plane he said was so rugged and durable that it could climb trees, and the Boeing 727, the first equipment on which he sat in the left seat, flying as captain.
His wife, Gloria, supported his career, moving four times around the country for him to move up in equipment. Outdoor hockey tournaments in the subzero temperatures of Minnesota were not an easy adjustment for a Georgia girl, but the Minnesota move permitted Mal to fly as a captain with the airline for the first time.
Friends and family recall throughout Mal’s life that he loved old railroad lines. Mal wrote hundreds of magazines articles and 21 books on the topic of old steam-engine rail lines. He also scored wins in modeling contests displaying engines and rail cars which he built from scratch, frequently making his own parts.
At every phase of life from his teen years on, and wherever he lived, he would research the steam-engine lines. Whether on a layover with the airlines or vacationing with family, he would take the opportunity to find railroad artifacts, collect old photos, or shoot his own. He specialized in black-and-white photography, developing his own pictures in his home darkroom.
Mal’s two oldest children recall their father listening to an LP recording of trains. Their dad could identify the type of engine on a rail line based on its whistle and the sound of its boiler chugging along.
Many of his children’s fond memories with their Daddy come from trips chasing old locomotives. His two youngest children, Kim and Eric, recall the family camping next to a stream in the Rocky Mountains. Kim also remembers she and her brother, Mal 3rd, bumping their heads on the ceiling of their Ford Bronco as the father bounced the vehicle over mountain trials. Mal 3rd remembers flood waters carrying the family’s Volkswagen Beetle downstream on one outing. No one was hurt and the little Bug made it the far riverbank, and where it resumed trudging along, going places only a 4×4 should venture.
Mal 3rd also recalls the same little VW breaking down after dark in The Great Dismal Swamp on the border of Virginia and North Carolina. Dad jumped out to make repairs while his son nervously noticed multiple pairs of red eyes peering at them through the darkness — alligators. Mr. Fix it promptly had the little VW up and running and no one was eaten.
Mal is survived by his beloved wife of 48 years, Gloria Gaskins Ferrell of Peachtree City. He has three children from his marriage to Alice M. Moore: Susan (Gary) Waters of Friday Harbor on the San Juan Islands, Washington; Mallory (Michelle) Ferrell of Pace, Florida; Kimberly (Tim) Imberi of El Mirage, Arizona. His youngest son is Eric (Susan) Ferrell of Sharpsburg, Georgia.
He has five grandchildren: Lenna (Travis) Cherry of Yakima, Washington, Heather Ferrell of Longmont, Colorado, Anna Ferrell of Denver, Colorado, Nicholas Ferrell of Surprise, Arizona, and Katherine “Katie” Ferrell of Sharpsburg, Georgia; and two great-grandsons via Nicholas: Oliver Ferrell, and Jordan Ginnetti………………………………….
A former combat fighter pilot and international airline captain, the Virginia native has authored hundreds of articles and written 21 books. He majored in Architectural Engineering at Virginia Polytechnic Institute (VPI) and graduated from the University of Miami.
Mal was a photographer for the Black Star Agency and Life magazine before turning to a professional flying career. He still does photographic work the “old-fashioned way” in his own darkroom. His picture collection on railroads and the Old West numbers well over 120,000 prints. His other interests include award-winning finescale model building and collecting historic annual passes………………
PEACHTREE CITY, Ga. — Anyone who doubts that aviation and railroading are often a shared affinity should consider the life of Mallory Hope Ferrell, a skilled photographer and writer, decorated military and commercial pilot, and the author of at least 21 railroad books, mostly concerned with narrow-gauge and shortline steam railroads.
Lt. Colonel Mallory Hope Ferrell (USAF-retired), a former pilot for Western and Delta Airlines, died Dec. 25, 2023, at his home in Peachtree City, after a long illness. He was 88.
Along with his many books, Ferrell had dozens of bylines in Trains, Classic Trains, and other railroad periodicals. One of the most notable stories was his portrait of Colorado narrow-gauge preservationist Robert W. Richardson, “Uncle Bob and the 346,” the cover story for the February 1988 issue of Trains. In it, Ferrell described how legions of narrow-gauge fans grew up in Richardson’s shadow; the same could be said of the author himself.
Ferrell’s books touched on nearly every aspect of narrow-gauge and steam short-line history. They included such classics as “Silver San Juan: The Rio Grande Southern,” for Pruett Publishing in 1973; “West Side: Narrow Gauge in the Sierra,” for Pacific Fast Mail in 1992; and “The South Park Line,” for Hundman Publishing in 2003.
Ferrell also had a special place in his heart for a Class I railroad, the Virginian, located near his childhood Tidewater home in Portsmouth, Va. He wrote: “I would go to sleep each night listening to the sounds of a Virginian 2-8-2 switching the yards. The gentle sounds and pungent aroma of smoke would drift through the night air and into my bedroom window like a soothing gauze.”……………………………………………….
Jackie Dorrence Walker, 89, of Shirley, Arkansas passed away Friday, February 9, 2024, in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He was born June 13, 1934, in Texhoma, Oklahoma to James and Mattie (Riddles) Walker.
Jackie served his country in the Air Force Reserves and the National Guard when he was a younger man. He went on to become an airline pilot working for Delta Airlines from 1966-1982. After retirement his interest in antiques and antique collection began. He had an antique shop in Fairfield Bay where he also repaired clocks. Grandfather clocks, pendulum, cuckoo clocks, desk clocks, if it kept time, he could repair it. Jackie was always friendly and easy to talk to. He will be missed by his family, friends, and all who knew him.
He is preceded in death by his beloved wife of 63 years, Velma Walker, son, Jackie Walker, JR., two grandchildren: Casey Jo Walker, Chance Walker, parents, and all of his siblings.
Those left to cherish his memory are his sons: Robert Walker, Gary Walker, Kenneth Michael Walker, Terry Walker, numerous grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, other relatives, and friends.
Clinton Funeral Service is honored to be entrusted with arrangements for the Walker Family.
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Full Name Velma Lorene Walker
Date of Death Tuesday, October 3rd, 2017
Velma Lorene Walker, 79, of Shirley, passed away Tuesday, October 3, 2017. Born November 2, 1938 in Dumas, Texas to Alvin and Alta Mae McKinsey Hembree. She was of the Baptist faith and attended the First Baptist Church of Bates, Arkansas; she was a florist and owned the florist shop in Fairfield Bay for many years.
Belated notice of passing…..born/raised in Minnesota, Kenneth “Kenny” “Ken” Dwain Ritmire joined Western Airlines 09-03-1968 and retired with Delta Air Lines in 1996 based 030/LAX. Ken was living in the Long Beach CA area at the time of his passing. I believe that he is survived by his wife Diana Muehlberger Ritmire who still resides in California.
Should more information be received, we will be sure to pass it along.
Marie L. Stefferud, wife of WAL/DAL Capt. C. Dan Stefferud
November 5, 1943 ~ December 29, 2023
Survived by her husband WA/DL Captain C. Dan Stefferud, condolences may be sent to the family at:
229 Via Monte Doro, Redondo Beach, CA 90277
Marie L Stefferud passed away on December 29, 2023, at home under hospice care. Marie suffered from a rare neurological ailment since approximately 2015 and died with her family at her side peacefully. Marie was born on November 5, 1943 in Racine, WI and spent most of her youth living in Tomah, WI. She attended Whitewater State College after high school and was married to Christian “Dan” Stefferud on June 16,1963 at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, Tomah, WI. In marriage they lived in Texas & Washington while Dan was in the Air Force. In 1969 Dan was hired by Western Airlines and they lived for a short time in Colorado, after which they settled in Redondo Beach, California, until she joined our Lord and Savior upon death.
Marie was an LPN and became a real estate broker in 1974 and helped Dan run their real estate sales and property management company for 40 years. She was an active member at Hope Lutheran Church, 3734 Centinela, Los Angeles, CA where her funeral will be on Saturday January 27, 2024, at 11:00 AM.
