Richard Everett Webb, 91, longtime Yuba-Sutter resident, passed away January 4, 2022 in Gainesville, Florida, due to a massive stroke.

Richard was born on July 7, 1930 to Everett and Louise Webb in Dayton, Washington. He is survived by his wife, Ruby Marie Webb, daughters

Patrice (husband Steve) Crabtree and Sherrill (husband Daniel) Fisher, son Gordon (wife Devon) Webb, and

grandchildren: Colin and Ben Crabtree, and Abigail, Hannah, Caleb and Esther Fisher.

Richard was raised in Pullman, Washington, with sisters Betty and Dorothy, and beloved cousins. His father

was a professor at Washington State University. He graduated in 1952 from WSU as a TKE fraternity member with an Agriculture Degree and on

a whim took the Air Force pilot qualification test and passed! He joined the Air Force in 1953 and in Enid, Oklahoma became one of the youngest

ever pilot instructors. On Nov 1, 1955, he married his wife of 66 years, Ruby Koehn, a hospital nurse from Enid.

His military career took his family to Texas, California, Maine, North Dakota, and Beale AFB, California, where he retired in 1972.

He flew B-47s, B-25s, B-52s, 24-hour missions around the world, was part of the Minute Man Missile program, flew C-47s and bombers for a year in

Vietnam, instructed in B-52s, and was part of the Strategic Air Command. He earned Master’s Degrees in Industrial Management and Aerospace Systems.

After retiring, he was a financial planner, bus driver, Certified Flight Instructor, and aircraft owner. He was a founding board member of

Faith Christian School (serving 25 years), a faithful church leader, Rotarian, Gideon, and a Reclamation District President working with US Army

Corps of Engineers. In 1997 Richard and Ruby invited their daughter, Sherrill, and family with new twins to share a home and live intergenerationally,

Until his late 80’s, Richard continued flight instructing and many he taught became good friends. In 2018, Richard received the prestigious

Wright Brother’s Award for pilots with 50+ years of accident-free flight. At the age of 91, he purchased and drove a large RV with Ruby to visit

family and friends from Washington to Florida, to once again live with the Fisher family. In Florida, on December 22, he suffered a stroke

Richard loved God and read through the Bible every year. As an active Gideon, he passed out Bibles at High Schools and faithfully gave God’s Word

to all he encountered. He was a family-oriented, supportive father and grandfather, who dearly loved his three kids and six grandkids,

and rarely missed events or games. He valued people, never knew a stranger, was diligent in keeping up with others, and could/would chat with anyone.

He never lost his child-like spirit and love for life, had a mild and endearing personality, and loved giving others a “hard time” in fun.

Many called him their “second dad”, including Louis M. Luu, a Vietnamese refugee, and Ricky Foster, a foster son, both for 40+ years.

He lived a life faithful to his wife, family, country, and God. All who dearly loved him miss him terribly. His was a life well-lived.

Donations may be sent for Bible distribution to: Gideons International, P.O. Box 1454, Yuba City, CA 95992.

His family would be blessed by your presence and invites you to honor his memorable life.

Al was a long-time member of the Oroville Group of the Northern Recon Group and supporter of the Military Vehicle Preservation Association.

He was very active and a true professional. He was also very supportive of the local 4-H and other volunteer organizations.

Al owned and operated a machine shop after he served in the United States Air Force. He moved from Ohio to California in 1965 and then

settled in Oroville in 1977. Al teamed up with Lee to help make numerous reproduction pedestals and display guns. Many members own and

display the work that Al has done. He also volunteered and dedicated his efforts and knowledge to the membership as editor for

another MVPA affiliate for numerous years. He is pictured here with his wife Shirley.

Bernardo V. Rubalcava was born in Los Angeles, CA on August 8, 1936. He was the only child of Calixto Jesus Rubalcava of Jalisco, Mexico

and Nettie Varela of Arizona, USA. His father had one son before Bernardo and his mother had three daughters. His parents split up

when he was about five years old, and he chose to live with his father. For seven years, his father was both mother and father to him.

His father re-married when he was twelve years old. He was blessed with another sister and then a brother.

He lived with his dad until he married at age sixteen. He had a daughter, Denise, who is now 68 years of age.

At the age of eighteen, he joined the US Navy. He completed boot camp at San Diego, CA and then was assigned to NAS Whiting Field in Milton, FL,

where he learned a trade. He became an aviation structural mechanic. It served him well. He then was assigned to the Pacific Fleet

and served aboard the USS Kearsarge (CVA-33) out of San Diego and then Long Beach, CA.

After his military service, he attended San Jose State University where he graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Industrial Arts.

In 1963 he re-married and in 1964 he became a teacher for the Los Angeles Unified School District. He taught wood shop,

metal shop, and print shop. He had two sons, now aged 55 and 57. He wanted to be a teacher since seventh grade. He attended five elementary schools,

three junior high schools, and three high schools. He liked school very much and hardly was absent. He taught for the LAUSD for 33 years,

retiring in 1997. Until his death, he was thankful for all of his teachers who helped him read, write, and do basic math. Bernardo enjoyed

traveling. He visited friends and family near and far. He especially enjoyed driving and exploring the roads less travelled. However,

he would fly and sometimes take a train to his reunions with his Navy buddies. Bernardo was a world traveler. He has been to all

over the continental US, Alaska, Hawaii, the Caribbean, England, Western Europe, Greece, and most recently, to Israel.

Bernardo had an affinity for both children and animals. He had dogs and cats over the years as pets, and he enjoyed his son’s horses. He especially

enjoyed feeding and playing with the horses and making them “gourmet” meals. He enjoyed spending time with his nieces and nephews.

More than one claim that he is their favorite tio. He was a baptized Christian. Although his father was a devoted Jehovah’s Witness, he was

Catholic for much of his life. In 2012, he was baptized Christian in Chula Vista, CA. In 2018, he was baptized again in the Jordan River

while visiting the holy land. He was a member of the Bonita Valley Community Church, where he found fellowship in his Bible

Bernie passed peacefully on October 16, 2021 in San Diego, CA after having a stroke. Bernie is survived by one daughter, two sons, five grandchildren,

and twelve great grandchildren. He also is survived by one sister, one brother and many nieces and nephews and countless friends.

Our hearts are broken wide open, yet they are also full- with the love she left behind. Nancy’s leadership

skills and talents were broad and diverse. She rarely joined a club or organization for which she didn’t

become the President. Partly because she had underlying fear of missing out; and partly because she

assumed no one could do what needed to be done as well as she could do it. And she was usually right.

Nancy was President of the California Angus Association; Vice President of the Military Vehicle Collectors

of California: a two-term President of Sonoma County Newcomers; and served as President of an HOA,

which can be its own special kind of hell but one that she seemed to accept.

Nancy had work experiences that ranged from cattle, to construction, to cosmetics. She and her family

raised registered Black Angus cattle and showed them at fairs and expositions throughout California and

the Western United States. Nancy was part of a construction crew that helped build the concrete road

barriers for the Coronado Bridge in San Diego and the Tappan Bridge in New York. She worked in retail

sales with Hallmark and Clinique, administration and dispatch for the trucking industry, and in the

restaurant business. She became a realtor in 1995 and enjoyed connecting with people to their homes.

She worked as a tasting room associate at Benziger Winery, helping customers choose wine and the

right dish to pair with each selection. While she always called Sonoma County her home and happily

settled in Windsor, she also lived in Nevada, Nebraska, Oklahoma, Texas, Missouri, Connecticut, New

Nancy had a love of people and could strike up a conversation with most anyone, finding common ground

and connection. As a result, she had a broad and diverse array of friends from all walks of life and all life

periods and age groups. She had a fondness for easy listening stations, golden oldies, big band, and

classic country music and had a thing for Neil Diamond and Santini from Sha Na Na. She loved to play

games but didn’t care about winning- until she did. She found her peace while working in the garden with

her hands in the soil and plants to care for, creating soothing and mediative spaces in her own backyard.

A week ago, my sister Alison and I lost our dad. COVID-19 stole his lungs, leaving no room for oxygen

He put up a good fight for several days on a biPAP machine, but ultimately succumbed to the deadly virus.

My Dad was first and foremost, a Marine. He served from 1962 until 1971, but like all Marines, he never

stopped being one. His service included two combat tours in Vietnam, including being among the very

first troops deployed as a “combat” mission, rather than as “advisors.” For a time, he was also a member

He was probably best known for his work on cars. Some of my earliest memories of my dad are him

mixing resin to preform body repairs on a ’57 Corvette that had a bit of a reputation in the Santa Cruz

area. It was stupid fast, and he gave his buddies many white-knuckled rides. He owned many classics

over the years- (I hope I have this right) thirteen 55’s, six 56’s and four 57 Chevrolets. The longest

tenured was a sky blue ’55 Chevy that EVERYONE knew about. Later, he shifted away from street

machines, and began restoring military vehicles. He had several- A HMMWV, a Mighty Mite, MUTT’s, and

Aside from his personal rides, my dad also made a living by working on cars. As modern cars transitioned

from carburetors to fuel injection, and added things like computerized command control and electronic

control units, my dad quickly adapted to the new technology. He was a widely known expert, and

regularly fielded calls from other mechanics throughout the country who needed help solving drivability issues.

He was a helpful guy. If you were a neighbor or a friend, he’d go out of his way to help you out with

whatever you needed (even offering up his son for free labor from time to time). He believed in

community, and would help wherever and however he could. Most recently, he was working to secure

federal funding to restore a historic irrigation ditch that feeds several properties surrounding his, ensuring

If you never met him, I promise you’d have liked him. He had a course exterior, and could be extremely

intimidating, but it was all bullshit. He was funny, charming, and just plain cool. He had strong opinions,

and was never afraid to voice them, but he’d always leave room for yours.

He was a healthy 76-year-old. He took care of himself, and was hardly ever ill. That’s the shock of this

whole experience. We all thought we had more time. Lots more time. I’m having a bit of difficulty grasping

the fact that I’m out of time. I had things to say to him. I had experiences to share with him.

If you’re not vaccinated or due for a booster, please make an appointment today. Don’t make someone

It is great sadness that I report that our dear family friend and mentor RADM Don Shelton has passed

away on October 31, 2021. He was 100 years and 5 months old. I will truly miss attending Tailhook here

in Reno with him every year. I am so grateful that my wife Mabel and I were able to see him this year

when he flew in for Tailhook. We picked up him, Capt. Royce Williams and Don’s caretaker Tammy at the

airport and had lunch together. Unfortunately, I was unable to go tailhook this year, but Mabel spent time

there with Don and friends as usual. Mabel’s Father retired from the Taiwanese Navy as a commander

and is very versed in the Navy. She represents this old Soldier well. J.Gillich

Rear Admiral Doniphan Brown “Don” Shelton, U.S. Navy (Retired), was alive and well and was 100 on 22 May 2021. Don enlisted

in the U.S. Navy in 1939, graduated from the Naval Academy in 1944, and served as a naval aviator until his retirement

in October 1979 from the position of director of plans and policy (J-5) for Commander in Chief, U.S. Pacific Command (CINCPAC).

His commands included Fighter Squadron 92 (VF-92), Attack Carrier Air Wing 19 (CVW-19), Paricutin (AE-18), Tripol (LPH-10), and

Naval Base Subic Bay. Don served on Pacific Fleet battleships just before World War II, served on light cruiser St. Louis (CL-49)

when she was hit by multiple kamikazes off Leyte, witnessed the last successful Japanese torpedo plane attack of the war,

served as a night carrier pilot flying interdiction missions over North Korea from the Sea of Japan in the winter,

served as a test pilot for the most dangerous swept-wing plane to fly off U.S. aircraft carriers (the F7U-3 Cutlass),

and commanded a squadron of the equally dangerous F3H Demon all-weather fighters. Don also commanded an attack carrier

air wing during the Gulf of Tonkin crisis, an ammunition ship supporting maximum effort carrier air strikes into North Vietnam,

and Tripoli during multiple amphibious assaults into Vietnam. During the fall of Saigon, Don commanded the Subic Bay Naval Base,

humanely handling over 43,000 South Vietnamese refugees. He was also a leading advocate for naval aviation’s all-weather, day/night capability.

Sad news of the passing… Terry’s battle with brain cancer has taken him too early in life. I'll give more information as I hear from his family regarding services.

Terry was a great jeep restoration provider. Gave help with his knowledge and all-around info with his business classic military automotive.

Long time side kick to Mike Stopforth in the jeep restoration and parts business.

After promising his father-in-law that he would always take care of her, a promise that this warm, loving, and caring man would keep and fulfill to his last breath,

Harlan married his high school sweetheart Carolyn Mitchell on July 23, 1959 in Bennett, Colorado. On August 19, 1959 Harlan joined the United States Air Force in

Denver, Colorado where he proudly served 20 years including his tour in Vietnam and retired on September 1, 1979.

Harlan welcomed daughters Cindi and Nadine to complete his family. He was devoted to his daughters, guiding them to become wonderful adults. Family was Harlan’s

first love and he enjoyed being a father, grandfather and great-grandfather every day. “Grandpa” Harlan loved having his grandchildren and great-grandchildren

over to stay with him while Carolyn was working, and he enjoyed every moment. He enjoyed watching Dylan & Ryan as they became teenagers. Harlan and Carolyn

enjoyed events of high school rodeo, gymkhana, baseball, soccer, football, basketball, and band. He was fortunate to attend all of the high school and college graduations

of his children and grandchildren. Harlan enjoyed family get-togethers and was very proud of his family and their accomplishments.

Upon Carolyn’s retirement, new travels included visits to friends from his military years and enjoying new experiences throughout the United States. Harlan’s

favorite trips included an Alaskan cruise and train trip, and multiple visits to Washington D.C. exploring the nation’s history.

Harlan enjoyed attending the annual reunions of the 500th Bomb Squadron and Tan Son Nhut groups held throughout the country. He was interested in learning about

Harlan was self-taught about computers and spent many hours connecting with friends and building web sites for different military groups. Harlan’s interest in

military aviation and aircraft led to his membership in the Gray Eagles where he served as Webmaster . Harlan also served as Webmaster the Museum of the Forgotten Warriors

and Northern Reconnaissance groups. Harlan was also a member of the Veterans groups at the Club (Del Webb) in Westpark, Roseville.

Michael Franklin Reeves peacefully passed away at his home with his family by his side on October 14, 2020. Michael, better known as Mike, was born on July 18, 1950

in Newton, KS. He was the only child to Toby and Helen Reeves. Mike grew up in Newton, KS and spent much of his time with his grandparents where he developed a love

of trains and cars. Mike participated in boy scouts, earning his Eagle Scout as a young teen.

Mike joined the United States Navy in 1970 and served four years in the Naval Construction Battalion, better known as the Navy Seabee’s. Mike was

extremely proud of his service in the US Military. Following his honorable discharge from the Navy, Mike stayed in Riverside, CA where he was stationed.

When his Aunt and Uncle moved to Northern CA to open a business, Mike moved to the area to take a job at a local manufacturing home plant.

Mike met his beloved wife, Brenda Angel in 1978. They married on September 1, 1979. Mike was a wonderful husband to Brenda and a loving father to his

two daughters, Michele and Melissa. Mike was very active in the community. He was a charter member of the Americana Corvette club, holding office within

the club for the duration of his membership. He served as a board member for the Gleaners of Yuba Sutter Peach Bowl Little League and Sacramento Action

American Legion. Mike loved God, his family, serving others, American History, classic cars and Disneyland trips with family. Mike will be laid to rest

June Idell Foster passed away on April 20, 2016, due to complications of pneumonia. Her spirit lives on aboard the USS Hornet, however. A Bay Area native, Foster grew up in a military family and put her dedicated support behind military and veteran causes This included contributing the funds to restore the Grumman TBM-3 Avenger torpedo bomber aboard the USS Hornet. During the restoration volunteers painted the Avenger with the markings of VT-17, a squadron that fought on the deck of the Hornet CV-12 during WWII. A true patriot, June had a basement room dedicated exclusively to military memorabilia. June loved animals, especially dogs and cats, and boarded dogs in her home, which she set up to provide optimal care for small dogs. Over the years, June owned many dogs and cats as pets. She was also an avid birdwatcher and kept binoculars at her kitchen window for close observations. June enjoyed gardening, and regularly tended her large back yard, keeping it beautiful with greenery and flowers she planted. An accomplished quilter, June donated many handmade patriotic quilts to sell as fundraisers for veteran’s organizations, and also gave many to very grateful friends. She loved to read and passed on many books to others. June was independent, opinionated, and an inspiration to all who knew her. She was petite, and had astounding energy, and remained physically fit through a daily exercise regimen and long walks on the beach, where she collected shells and rocks. To thank Foster for her generosity, the Aircraft Carrier Hornet Foundation christened the restored aircraft “Miss June.” You can visit Foster’s legacy on the Hornet’s hanger deck. The Hornet is berthed at 707 West Hornet Avenue at Alameda Point. Foster was honored with a memorial service aboard the USS Hornet.

Recently Rory B. found his birth mother, June Foster. Rory and his family grew up not knowing “Miss June,” his mother. What outstanding pride and closure.

Don Darrough

Don retired from the Sutter County Sheriff's Office as a deputy and wanted to use his DUKW for all veterans to enjoy. Don wanted to give as many veterans and family members FREE rides in his DUKW. There were no DUKW rides locally and most rides charged quite a bit for rides all over the world. He wanted to give FREE rides on Ellis Lake in Marysville, California but it was not an easy task. First he had to get permission to operate his DUKW on the city lake. Don attended the Marysville City Council meetings and provided proof of ownership, insurance, registration, two million dollar liability insurance (J.C. Taylor NRG Insurance), and answered many questions about not charging for the FREE rides. Still the City of Marysville could not find a reason not to approve the FREE rides so Don and his FREE rides in "Donald's Duck" were established. Many veterans and local residents were given FREE rides in his DUKW. One particular veteran, Mr. Thompson (WWII veteran) really appreciated what Don did for him. Mr. Thompson had never been recognized or appreciated for his service in Germany during WWII until Don gave him a FREE ride. Mr. Thompson was in a wheelchair and needed assistance up into the DUKW and about four men got him in and then got him back to his wheelchair after a trip around the lake. As Mr. Thompson was being helped down to his wheelchair everyone did not make a sound. As he sat back in his wheelchair everyone began to clap. This was an overwhelming and very emotional event for Mr. Thompson which then proceeded to talk about his contact with Russian troops and many more memories thanks to Don. Don established these FREE rides on Ellis Lake and the Northern Recon Group still have to get the FREE rides approved each year. Each year on Veterans Day Weekend the Northern Recon Group looks forward to providing FREE rides in memory of Don Darrough. Don you will not be forgotten.

Ted Van Doorn

1967-2015

Take a moment to think, what would you do if you heard the words, "you have 2 to 5 weeks left to Live". The reality is Ted and Heather Van Doorn just heard those words on December 14, 2015. Ted has been courageously fighting a very aggressive case of bladder cancer but doctors are telling him that the cancer has taken over his body.

http://www.northernrecongroup.org/TED.html

Within two days on hearing those words, Ted Van Doorn lost his courageous battle with cancer on December 15, 2015. Put yourself in their shoes. Imagine how it felt to go home and tell their three children, ages 13, 11 and 8 the devastating news.

Now imagine being a child of a parent who lost their battle with cancer. Imagine hearing that your father, who has always been there for you, will not be able to see your first boyfriend or girlfriend, see you off to college, be able to see you grow into a successful young adult, be able to walk you down the aisle and will not be able to be there just to support, listen, laugh and cry with you.

This is Max, Fiona and Phoebe's reality. This is something no child should ever have to experience.

Thursday, June 6, 2019 4:20 PM EST

By RAF CASERT and JOHN LEICESTER, AP

…Donning clothes from another era sometimes means discomfort.

Matt Ferdock, 56, felt it with the darn reproduction war boots he's lumbered with for another two weeks during his travels along battle routes in France and Belgium.

"Quite frankly, they're terrible," he said, coming back from an unsuccessful shopping mission to find comfier insoles in La Cambe, a Normandy village where thousands of Germans are buried and where he attended a ceremony on Wednesday.

After pondering the purpose of his appearance for a moment, Ferdock said that looking the part "just feels like I may get a better sense of who these people were. I don't know what it felt like to walk in these boots. "He knows now.

Just across the village square, named after the 29th U.S. Infantry Division that liberated La Cambe on June 8, 1944, stood Heather Van Doorn.

When her late husband Ted was in Normandy for the 60th D-Day anniversary, he "didn't have the jeep, didn't have the dress and felt like he was not a participant."

"He vowed to come back, bring his children, and try and teach them."

Following his death 3 years ago, 49-year-old Heather has taken it upon herself and is hanging out in their restored jeeps with her children Phoebe, Fiona and Max, all dressed as though wartime heartbreak, sacrifice, suffering and rationing were still present.

Heather's drab maintenance coverall more than served its purpose. "You just blend better," she said. "You are part of it." Adding to the motivation was that her dad was for a quarter-century in the U.S. Army and served in Vietnam. She said her great-grandfather was a B-24 Liberator bomber pilot flying out of England.

"There's always a connection," said Gary Hurwitz, traveling in the same party as Van Doorn. "We're all family." Yet, they are looking for different things.

Van Doorn, who lives in Eugene, Oregon, is convinced something wholesome was lost over time, something she feels is in the story of the soldiers storming beaches against the odds in a foreign land. "This generation was amazing," she said. "Where are these people now? Where did it go?" "It seems people thought more about others. Now we are all wrapped up in our own lives. "Asked what was lost, she said "the sacrifice."…

Ted will always be in our mind, heart and soul.

Fully 74 years after his fighter-bomber tumbled from the sky over war-plagued Europe and he was seized by German soldiers, Darrel Shumard just four weeks ago took off from Sonoma County’s airport in a Cessna with a pilot a generation younger beside him.

At age 97, the taciturn and modest Shumard, long one of the region’s most revered veterans of World War II, took the controls of the sporty, six-seat plane and headed off for Amador County.

“He flew the thing all the way over and all the way back,” marveled his pal, Lynn Hunt, a pilot and restorer of the sorts of warplanes that Shumard flew as a young U.S. Army Corps captain.

A Sebastopol resident who for decades was regarded as a living treasure by fellow members of the Santa Rosa-based Pacific Coast Air Museum, Shumard died at home Sunday evening. He’d gotten along as a widower since the death of his wife of 56 years, Madeline Hood Shumard, in 2010.

Darrel Shumard was a quiet celebrity among the region’s military veterans. For decades, he delighted in driving his vintage Army jeep in parades and he was sought out at gatherings of vets and members of the air museum, located at the Charles M. Schulz-Sonoma County Airport.

“He was kind of a rock star to us, though he never would have used those words,” said Hunt, a leader of the museum. “He might be the humblest person I’ve ever known.”

Hunt added, “You didn’t dare call him a hero.” He said Shumard was adamant that the true war heroes were all those who didn’t make it home.

Shumard was born Dec. 2, 1921, in Galesburg, Illinois. He wasn’t yet school-aged when hard times pushed his parents to California in search of work.

When he was 10 and 11 years old and the Great Depression was on, Shumard and his folks became “fruit tramps,” granddaughter Michelle Grady of Rohnert Park recalls. They moved from orchard to orchard in the Monterey-Salinas area, picking produce.

Shumard graduated from high school in Turlock. He had studied at Modesto Junior College for a year and worked briefly at Lockheed Aircraft Co.’s factory in Burbank when, not long after the Japanese Imperial Navy attacked Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, he went to war.

Sergeant Don Rummel is one of our WWII veterans that was present along with his family at Camp Gridley 16 September 2017. Don was a long-time California resident, from Oroville, California.

Don joined the Army Air Corps in San Francisco, California in 1942. He wanted to fly airplanes for the war effort and passed his first Army flight physical. The second flight physical he did not pass and was transferred to support the Army Air Corps reporting statistics to the commanding general of the 5^th Air Forces in the Pacific Theater of World War II.

Don reported to the commanding general at 0400 hours each morning the aircraft losses and crew losses. He used the teletype machine to gain statistics control and reached the rank of sergeant as a clerk typist. His reports were covering all of the aircraft of the 5^th Air Force which included the B-24s, A-20s, B-25s, C-47s, and C-54s. He really enjoyed flying in the B-25 to each of his deployed islands. He did say the B-24 had problems with the weak landing gear…

After World War II Don began his civilian life and spent his saved money from the war to start his very own business. He was the very first TV repair business in Northern California. He then went on to work for the Plumas National Forest from 1961 to 1983. For the last couple of years Don had enjoyed meeting our Northern Recon Group members while on a convoy to Lake Oroville at a past Camp Gridley. He also had ridden with our vehicles at the Marysville Veterans Day Parades.

Don also had never been honored like this at Camp Gridley before, so it was a very important day for him. Thank you all for helping us in honoring him. Thank you for taking a moment to say “Thank You For Your Service” as it meant more than you will ever know to him.

In November 2017, Bruce Hrabak was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic and liver cancer. Unfortunately, Bruce fell gravely ill Tuesday morning, April 10th. He was transported to Kaiser Emergency on Morse and was at death's door. He was given 2 to 24 hours to live on multiple occasions. During this time, his wife Shari had been at his side, sleeping at nights in the hospital bed next to his. She herself has battled cancer.

Bruce was a perfectionist in everything he did. He was truly a professional. Bruce was a long-time member of the numerous military organizations. He supported the Military Vehicle Preservation Association (MVPA) and recently displayed a large D-Day display at the MVPA Convention in Pleasanton, CA. He even coordinated a real-life landing craft or LCVP to be on display to add to his living history display. Many photos were taken of troops and a jeep or two landing on the “beach” at the convention.

Bruce was also recognized numerous times for his “mobile museum” at Northern Recon Group Camp Gridley’s. His passion for collecting and preserving history rubbed off on others around him. His knowledge of all of his items in his collection could be quickly learned as he would explain the uses and history of each item on his display. Bruce you will be missed!

Don Darrough

Ted Van Doorn

1967-2015

WWII pilot, Sebastopol resident Darrel Shumard dies at 97