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Obituaries for March 13, 2013
Baker City, 1916-2013
Alice Ann (Malone) Hensley, 96, of Baker City died March 6, 2013, at Settler’s Park.
There will be a private graveside service at Eagle Valley Cemetery in Richland.
Alice was born on May 3, 1916, at Richland to Arthur and Sally Gordon Malone. She was a graduate of Eagle Valley High at Richland.
She married Virgil Hensley on July 6, 1937, at Baker City. They were married for 74 years.
She enjoyed crocheting, sewing and grew a large garden. She attended the Richland Christian Church and was a member of the Eagle Valley Grange.
Survivors include her daughter, Rita Marcum of Enterprise; six grandchildren, 12 great-grandchildren and eight great-great-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Virgil; and brother, Alfred Malone.
Memorial contributions may be made to the Eagle Valley Ambulance through Gray’s West & Co. Pioneer Chapel, 1500 Dewey Ave., Baker City, OR 97814.
former Halfway resident, 1925-2013
Beverly Joan Powell Mitchell, 87, died March 8, 2013, at Farmington, N.M.
Her graveside service will be at 11 a.m. Saturday at Pine Haven Cemetery in Halfway. Friends are invited to join the family for a luncheon afterward at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Chapel in Halfway.
Beverly was born on Oct. 5, 1925, in Pine Valley to Nettie Darrough and Bert Powell. The three loves of her life were her children, quilting and basketball in that order.
She most enjoyed time spent with her family. She taught most of them to sew or to quilt. During professional basketball season, Beverly could name every player from every team in the NBA. Most of her days, she spent growing some type of garden. She cultivated a rose garden, a rock garden and a vegetable garden.
Her occupations during her lifetime were many, from bookkeeping to property manager, clerical, and most importantly homemaker. She lived in many places, including Ely Nev., Halfway, Cottage Grove, Basin City, Wash., Union, Stanfield, Hillsboro and Henderson, Nev.
Beverly loved meeting and talking to people. She had the ability to get people to open up to her. She enjoyed spending time at the Oregon Coast. Beverly mostly taught her posterity about love through her Christ-like example, family members said.
She was preceded in death by her parents and five grandchildren.
Survivors include her sister, Sherry; her children, Gary Mitchell, Tom Mitchell, Nancy Mitchell, Gina Leverson, Paul Mitchell and Joel Mitchell; and 21 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren.
Tami’s Pine Valley Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
Hank Darrell Allen, 17, of Halfway, died March 5, 2013, in a motor vehicle accident near Watford City, N.D.
His funeral will be at 1 p.m. Friday in the Halfway Elementary School gymnasium. Burial will be at Pine Haven Cemetery in Halfway. Friends are invited to join the family for a celebration of life gathering afterward at the Halfway Lions Hall.
Hank was born on March 17, 1995, at La Grande. There were no limits to what he wouldn’t or in his mind couldn’t do, family members said. Every bit of his life was lived “full throttle” thanks to his dad, Darrell Allen. Hank’s adventure began when he was 3 days old, loaded up in the logging truck with his dad headed for the woods. Darrell became an expert in shifting gears while mixing Hank’s bottles.
Hank lived at Pendleton until he was 2 years old and then he went on the truck with his mom, Cindy, and dad, Darrell. Hank got to travel to every state.
His trips took him to Orange County Choppers in New York, Yankee Stadium, where he was given a signed baseball, the Roy Rogers & Will Rogers museums, and Washington D.C. He ran the racing circle of NASCAR in Bristol, Tenn., and even got to tag along on a lumber delivery to the home of his hero, Dale Earnhardt.
When it was time to go to school, Hank and his parents moved to Halfway where they looked forward to snowmobiling in the winter months.
His first snowmobile was a Polaris 340 with a custom paint job with his name on it that he received when he was 5 years old. It didn’t take Hank long to break it in.
It was on a trip to Joseph, with his mom and dad and Denny and Jan Oliver where Hank’s dad decided to go full throttle on the snowmobile. Darrell was unaware that Hank decided to follow. The snow flew and the race was on.
Hank was directly behind Darrell and catching up fast, that is until Darrell slowed down and Hank didn’t! Hank rode home with his mom as his dad towed his snowmobile home.
As Hank started getting older his interest included bicycles, skateboards, and horses. Hank’s first horse was named Cricket. Hank, not being very experienced, when Cricket crow hopped he would say “look mom she’s doing a wheelie.”
When Hank was 12 he went snowmobiling at Fish Lake with his mom. They met up with some friends from Joseph and as Hank watched the older guys climb Fish Lake Mountain he said “Mom I’m going to the small side of the hill, I’ll be back.”
Half way across the frozen lake, Hank turned his sled and headed for the big hill. Hank made it to the top, went up and over, and then as he came back into sight he stood on the top of the hill jumping and screaming in joy! When he got back down to the bottom he was shaking more than his mom was, from the adrenaline rush it gave him. Hank’s stories could go on and on.
Hank’s life was fast, wild, and always full of adventure. There was never a dull moment. Hank loved his life, his friends, his hunting days with his brothers Sam and Don, and adventures with his sisters Tami and Cheyenne. Hank always had a story to tell.
Hank and his older sister, Tami, were considered the “Jesse James Gang” of the family. They were always getting into trouble when they were together. Hank spent a lot of time with his sister, Tami, and she recalls babysitting Hank when he was only 3 weeks old.
Tami would pray that when 6 a.m. came that Hank would sleep for just 10 minutes longer. Hank and Tami had a bond that couldn’t be broken, family members said.
After Hank passed his Hunter Safety Course at age 12, he was taken on his first hunt by his brother, Don, his mom, and Lucas and Jeremy Simpson. After three hours of hiking up a hill just as dawn was approaching, they spotted several huge bull elk across the canyon.
Hank shot his first bull elk which scored a 328. Hank finally had bragging rights and constantly reminded his brother Don of that.
The first time Hank learned to drive stick shift was when his sister, Cheyenne, asked him if he wanted to go for a ride to town. Hank said “only if I can drive.”
Hank was only twelve and he was excited to show his sis what he thought he knew about driving. Off to town they went, a 15-minute trip turned into a two-hour road trip.
Hank had decided that it was so much fun driving that he didn’t want to stop and held Cheyenne hostage in the passenger seat of her own car. From that point on, even though Cheyenne lived on the opposite side of town, Hank would frequently call her asking her if she needed to go to town, and saying that he would be glad to drive her.
Once when Hank’s older brother, Sam, came to visit, Hank snuck into Sam’s truck and tore into the middle of the field where Sam, his mom, and his stepdad, Mark, were standing. He spun cookies with Sam’s truck, tearing up the field. Even though Sam could only laugh at how crazy Hank was.
Hank loved all types of sports, including baseball, soccer, football and wrestling which he competed in at the state level. He always wanted to push the limits.
When Hank was 15 he traded in his horse for a bicycle. The bicycle proved to be too much one night as Hank was transported to the hospital while holding his two front teeth in his hand. He always said the girls liked him better with no teeth because they thought he was tough.
Hank decided to buy a longboard and skate down the Richland grade. His mom, Cindy, said “no way” but was later convinced by Mark, Hank’s stepdad, that it would be OK as long as he followed in the pickup.
So Cindy grabbed the camera and videotaped Hank as he glided down Richland grade on his skateboard and also down the Halfway grade on the way back. He knew then that he had pulled his new stepdad Mark into his web of adventures.
At the age of 16, Hank moved to North Dakota with his mom and stepdad. Hank had his own man cave camp trailer to live in, which later became the party house for him and all his new friends. That was until Cindy moved him right next door to her.
Hank had struggled with the new school and so he decided to get his GED instead. Hank went to Williston State College in North Dakota and got his GED in just one month.
Hank would have turned 18 on March 17; he had planned on returning to Oregon to learn how to drive a log truck with his dad.
Hank wanted to continue the family tradition of logging that came from both his mom’s and his dad’s sides of the family.
Survivors include his mom, Cindy Mecham; stepdad, Mark Mecham; dad, Darrell Allen; brothers, Sam Thompson, and his wife, Georgea, of Pilot Rock and Don Chandler, and his wife, Nicole, of Halfway; sisters, Tami Dudley of Halfway and Cheyenne Pollock of Halfway; grandparents, Mary Thompson of Pendleton, Don and Joyce Allen of Cottage Grove and Eva Allen of Pendleton; stepbrother, Cody Mecham of Eugene; and many aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces, cousins, and friends.
Memorial contributions may be made to the Hank Allen Athletic Memorial Fund/Pine-Eagle Schools through Tami’s Pine Valley Funeral Home, P.O. Box 543, Halfway, OR 97834.
Jim Melchior, 59, of Halfway, died March 9, 2013, at his home.
During his last days, Jim was attended by his wife, children and sisters. With all of their efforts, they were a tight-knit loving family up to the very end, providing the end of life care that honored Jim’s wish to die at home.
A private family gathering in his honor will be scheduled later.
James Eugene Melchior was born on Sept. 3, 1953, at the Coronado Naval Station in Coronado, Calif., to James Robert and Bertha “Peggy” Melchior. During his youth, he was raised in San Diego, and in his teens, the family moved to Oregon.
Jim was seriously injured in a hunting accident in California when he was 13. He overcame a serious disability from that accident.
Jim was married briefly to Laura Wolf. He later met Dianna “Lynne” Carey in 1983 when visiting his mom, Peggy. The moved in together a week later. They were married on Sept. 4, 1988, and raised their two children in Halfway.
Jim spent several years mining and ranching, but he was passionate about logging and being in the woods. From 1993 to 1997, the family lived at Chama, N.M., where Jim worked for Webber Logging Co.
Jim could spot an elk lying down a mile away. His family said he was 50 percent elk and 50 percent human. Jim’s favorite season was hunting and he most wanted to be remembered for working hard and playing harder.
He was a strong rebel with a huge heart for children and the elderly, family members said. Jim was bigger than life and funny in numerous ways. He had a sense about people (which was always right).
He was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Gary Melchior; and nephew, Gary Thompson.
Survivors include his wife, Lynne; children, Nikolas Melchior, and his wife, Jen, and Shyla Melchior of Halfway; stepson, Kestin Masterson; sisters, Sherry Downing, Dorothy Thompson and Pamela Miller; nine grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews, who loved their Uncle Jim (he was a brother, uncle and father to all of his nieces and nephews).
Memorial contributions may be made to help defray end-of-life expenses through Tami’s Pine Valley Funeral Home, P.O. Box 543, Halfway, OR 97834.
Conrad, Mont., 1989-2013
Joseph Lee Galloway, 23, died March 8, 2013, in Conrad, Mont.
A celebration of his life will take place in July in Northeastern Oregon, with details to be determined later.
Joe was born on April 11, 1989, at Lebanon, Ore.
Always a “busy” kid, Joe was loved by all who met him and he never knew a stranger in his life. Everyone he met was his friend. He loved to hike and spend time in the mountains with his family and friends enjoying nature in all weather conditions. When Joe was not outside he played video games and pool with his friends.
He is survived by his parents, Richard and Lynnette Galloway (Falk) of Columbia Falls, Mont.; his brother, James, of Columbia Falls; and his grandparents, Don and Marty Falk of Imbler.
Joe was preceded in death by his grandparents, Lee and Lucille Galloway, and a grandmother, Oveta Falk, all of Elgin.