Juanita F. Cope, Ashton
ASHTON — Juanita F. Cope died Wednesday, November 23, 2005 in the Ashton Nursing Home. She was 86 years old.
She was born July 6, 1919 to Fred B. and Sylvia P. Fuller in Ludlow, IL. She married France E. Cope on November 9, 1940. She attended schools in Rantoul, Ill. Due to military transfers, she and her family lived in California, Florida, Indiana, Texas, and Germany. After retirement in 1956, they settled in Caldwell.
Juanita was an accomplished pianist and taught piano lessons. She loved to play Bingo and do crossword puzzles.
After becoming ill in 1990, she lived in the Cascade Care Center, Caldwell, the Rexburg Nursing Home, the American Falls Nursing Home, and, since 2001, the Ashton Nursing Home.
Juanita is survived by two daughters, Sylvia (Tim) Vollweiler of Island Park, and Bette (Jimmy) Mashburn, Mt. Sterling, IL.; a son, France E. Cope II, Oklahoma; a sister, Ruth (Jack) Spooner, Flora, IN.; three grandchildren, Abby Todd Murri of Idaho Falls and Matt and JD Simonsen of Elko, NV., and a great-grandchild in Elko.
She was preceded in death by her husband, parents, and brother.
Sylvia Vollweiler would like to thank everyone at the Ashton Nursing Home for not just taking care of her mother, but, for caring about her. Breast cancer was detected in July of this year and was not considered the cause of her death, but instead, that she had lived her life.
Services will be held at a later date for members of the family.
Memorial donations can be made in Juanita F. Cope’s memory to Ashton Nursing Home, 700 N 2, Ashton, ID., 83420, or to the local Pink Tea Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign, 745 N 6 W, St. Anthony, ID. 83445.
Gerald A. John, Rancho McCrea
Gerald A. John, 65, beloved husband of Doris A. John, passed away suddenly at the Mesa View Regional Hospital in Mesquite, Nev. on Sunday, November 20, 2005. He and his wife, Doris, were Island Park summer residents.
Gerald was born in Malad on Aug. 21, 1940, to David W. and Jessie A. John. He married his high school sweetheart, Doris A. John, on Sept. 16, 1960, in the Logan, Utah LDS Temple. They were blessed with two daughters, Geri and Cathy, and six grandchildren.
Gerald was taught at an early age the meaning of hard work. He loved being busy working around the house and yard and making everything look its best. He thoroughly enjoyed his homes, friends and neighbors in Mesquite and Island Park.
Gerald was an engineer employed by Thiokol for 36 years and retired at the age of 54 to enjoy his love of being in the mountains and pine trees that surrounded their Island Park cabin at Rancho McCrea. He spent many hours boating, fishing and "puttering" around on various projects.
He is survived by his loving family; wife, Doris of 45 years; his daughters, Geri (Gaylen) Douglas and Cathy (Gary) Melville; six grandchildren, which he adored, Kaden, Kelcie and Kambrie Douglas, Melissa, Miranda and Colby Melville; his brother, LeRoy John; and sister, Connie Labusewycz.
He was preceded in death by his father, David John; mother, Jessie John; and brother, Bobby John.
Funeral services were Tuesday, Nov. 22, 2005, in the Malad LDS 3rd Ward Chapel, 200 W. 400 North. Burial was in the Samaria Cemetery.
Andre' “Andy” Michel Puyans, world renowned fly fisherman and a beloved Island Park summer resident, lost his battle with cancer and passed away peacefully in Idaho Falls on October 25, 2005. He was 69 years old.
Andy wintered in Walnut Creek, Calif.
He was the director of AndrÈ Puyans Fly Fishing Seminars, located in Island Park. The seminars used Elk Creek Ranch as a base. Clients enjoyed fishing trips to the Island Park area, and streams in Montana and Wyoming, with Philip Chavez of Hyde Outfitters, and Mike Lawson and Bob Lamm of Henry’s Fork Anglers as guides.
Andy was one of fly fishing's great innovators and instructors, teaching his art and sport to countless thousands in California and the Western states. Andy will be greatly missed, for he enriched the lives of all who crossed his path.
Andy started fly tying at age seven, and when he was nine he was stricken with polio. While hospitalized in Portland, Maine, he took on his first real professional fly-tying task, for 144 dozen flies. By age 12 he was able to cast a fly and hit a Lucky Strike package at 35 feet. He spent long hours at the New York Anglers Roost and learned his art from the Darbees, the Dettes, Art Flick, and Ray Bergman. By age 19, Al McClaine had written about Andy's Portland Colonel fly pattern in Field and Stream. That year, Andy took over management of the Atlantic salmon fishing camps in Newfoundland from Lee Wulff. During college, Andy worked for Abercrombie and Fitch, moving to San Francisco in 1958 to set up their tackle department.
In 1964, Andy brought fisheries conservation to California by forming the first Trout Unlimited chapter and council. He remained a TU National Director until 1972 when he started Creative Sports Enterprises in Pleasant Hill, one of the first full-service, fly-only tackle shops.
In the 1950's Andy started teaching fly tying and instructed more than 6,000 students. He developed projects to rehabilitate hospitalized Viet Nam veterans and by 1963 had perfected the A.P. Nymph Series and the "loopwing" tying style. Andy established the Diablo Valley Fly Fishers' youth fly fishing program that sent youth to Federation of Fly Fishers national conclaves. "Andy's Kids" won the top three places each year they competed.
When creating flies Andy reached for perfection yet simplicity of execution. Andy developed and taught proper fly tying mechanics, preparation, and handling of tying materials, and always emphasized the correct historical origins of flies and techniques. He was awarded the Federation of Fly Fishers highest fly tying honor, the Buz Buszeck Memorial Fly Tying Award in 1977.
Andy fished internationally in fresh and salt water since the mid 1950's. His favorite fish was trout. He was a requested speaker, author and demonstrator at Federation of Fly Fisher events and at International Sportsman Expositions. He was a world-class caster and an FFF Casting Certification Committee advisor.
Andy always continued to pioneer in fly fishing and fly tying. Ernie Schwiebert called him, "The Unabridged Ernie Schwiebert" and Ed Rice called Andy, "The Fly Fishing Renaissance Man".
Andy's life experiences reflected the evolution of the sport and made his induction into the Northern California Council Federation of Fly Fishers Hall of Fame on February 4, 1995 a fitting tribute. At that event, after a day of fly tying, well known humorist Seth Norman was at his best when he reviewed Andy's life and his contributions to fly tying, fly fishing, education and conservation. Friend's and former students Mike Henry, Greg Bevard, and Dave McCants presented commemorative fly plates and meaningful memorabilia. Formal presentations and Andy's induction was conducted by NCCFFF President Dave Ford.
Andy’s wife, Jannifer Lee Puyans sincerely appreciates all the well wishes received. She may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. All attempts to respond will be made. There are no immediate plans for memorial services at the present time and plans are under way for a celebration of his life. An announcement will be made at a later time on www.andrepuyans.com/
Jannifer Lee Puyans requests that anyone who wishes to make a memorial contribution for Andy may donate to any of the following organizations:
Glade M. Lyon, Ashton
Glade Marvin Lyon, 82, of Ashton, died Oct. 10, 2005, at his home. He was born Sept. 2, 1923, in Tetonia, to John Taylor Lyon and Gloy Opal Miner Lyon. He attended elementary school in Tetonia, attended high school in Sugar City and graduated from North Fremont High School in 1941 as class president.
He was at the University of Idaho when he enlisted in the U.S. Army on Nov. 2, 1942. He served with the 3186th Signal Service Battalion in Germany and Japan during World War II. After the war, he received a bachelor's degree in mathematics from Ricks College.
On Dec. 1, 1946, he married Katherine "Katie" Mearl Murdoch in Ashton. He owned and operated Lyon's Store on Main Street in Ashton for 43 years and owned and operated the IGA Store, the Ashton Theater, and the Orange Mart in St. Anthony. He sold real estate for more than 20 years.
He was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served as an elder. He was involved in the American Legion for more than 60 years, and he played an instrumental role in opening the Ashton Clinic and building the swimming pool and tennis courts in the Ashton city park. He was a member of the Ashton Chamber of Commerce. He enjoyed traveling, bowling, golfing and hunting. Glade wrote several books.
Survivors include his wife, Katie Lyon of Ashton; his children, Jack (Anne) Lyon of West Valley, Utah, and Suzanne (Larry) Hamilton, Robin (Rodolfo) Rivas and Kathy (Steve) Anderson, all of Ashton; a sister, Connie (Ralph) Andersen of Orem, Utah; 19 grandchildren; and six great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by a brother and a sister.
Funeral services were at the Ashton LDS 4th Ward, with Bishop Hal Harrigfeld officiating. Burial, with military rites, was in Pineview Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests memorial donations toward publication of the Ashton centennial book through the Ashton Centennial Committee or in care of Baxter Funeral Home, P.O. Box 706, Ashton, ID 83420.
Frank Bruce McMasters, Shotgun
Frank Bruce McMasters, 68, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 21, 2005, at the LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was a Shotgun cabin owner from Pocatello.
He was born July 31, 1937 in Pocatello, to Bruce and Emma (Disdier) McMasters. He was the eldest of nine children. Frank graduated from Pocatello High School, where he excelled in football and baseball. He attended one year of college before enlisting into the U.S. Navy. Frank served as a Fire Control Technician 2nd class aboard the U.S.S. Hancock aircraft carrier during his tour of duty throughout the South Pacific.
Frank was honorably discharged from the Navy in February 1960. He returned to Pocatello and soon met Judy Cunningham. Frank and Judy were married July 22, 1960, in Pocatello. They later sealed their marriage in the Idaho Falls LDS Temple on May 21, 1976. Frank retired from his post of Asst. Water Superintendent of the Pocatello Water department after 35 years of service. After retirement, Frank enjoyed spending time at the cabin in Island Park where he applied his woodworking skills making custom log furniture. Throughout his life he enjoyed fishing, hunting, camping, and loved interacting with the people he met along the way.
In late 2003 Frank suffered congestive heart failure and elected to receive the LVAD heart assist device. Over the course of the next 18 months Frank was able to enjoy a quality of life previously not experienced in more than 10 years. During this time he was privileged to serve as an ambassador to the LVAD medical community and fulfilled his long time dream of an Alaskan cruise.
Frank had a significant impact and made a lasting impression on those he came into contact with. His outgoing personality, quick sarcastic humor, passion for the outdoors, and love and generosity will be sorely missed. He was a loving husband, caring father, and devoted friend.
Frank is survived by his wife Judy, children Carrie Sanders, Utah, Devin (Sheri) McMasters, Oregon; sisters Paulette Ren, Utah, Christine Taylor, Pocatello, Renee (Andy) Rotunno, Pocatello, Cheryl McMasters, Pocatello, Colleen McMasters, Pocatello; brothers Michael (Nancy) McMasters, Twin Falls, Roger (Kay) McMasters, Idaho Falls, Kent McMasters, Nampa; three grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
Frank was preceded in death by his parents, Bruce and Emma McMasters, and daughter, Teri McMasters.
Funeral services were at the Colonial Funeral Chapel in Pocatello. Interment was at the Mountain View Cemetery
with military rites provided by the Pocatello Veterans Honor Guard.
Col. George A. “Cotton” Gilliland, USMC retired
Col. George A. “Cotton” Gilliland, USMC retired, died Wednesday, September 28, 2005 in Riverside Calif., of cancer. He was an Island Park resident with a business interest in the Angler’s Lodge at Last Chance. He was 87 years old.
Cotton was born May 12, 1918 in Abilene, Texas.
Cotton’s wife Cora preceded him in death two years ago.
Cotton was a native of Texas, son of a loving mother and of a railroad man who struggled to survive moving his family from Texas to Oklahoma and then to Holtville in the Imperial Valley.
This was before the canals and irrigated crops decorated the valley landscape. It was four and a half miles to school each day and there was no transportation. Cotton participated in three sports and each evening on getting home, there were cows to milk and chores to perform. When high school ended, the Depression had taken its toll, his father had left, and a chance to play football at University of Southern California took second place to supporting his mother, who passed away in the mid-30’s.
Loss of his mother, working farming jobs, gold mining, and riding freight trains were lasting influences. Cotton’s character and lifelong dignity and intellect honed into his persona and psyche as emblematic of an American male and the essence of a marine. Cotton graduated from San Diego State and went to war. In Texas they would call it hardscrabble. That was the stuff of which Cotton was made. His philosophic interests and life precepts were deepened with the ravages of World War II.
The U.S. Marine Corps was expanding in 1940 and on college graduation in 1941, Cotton was awarded a low serial number. Commissioned in November of that year, his journey into combat was destined less than a month later when Pearl Harbor was attacked. From our talks over the years, it was never fallen comrades Cotton discussed, but the quality of fellow marines — their courage, total commitment to cause, to mission, and to their fellow marines.
Early in Cotton’s career he wasn’t laboring over a book, or drawing some academic conclusion that might or might not be tested in time. He was making history, leading men into battle, and planning for every contingency. Military history was studied in college, but from Cotton the war in the Pacific was experienced first hand. He was able to describe every battle scene in living detail — Guadalcanal, New Georgia, Vella Lavella, Koari Beach on Bougainville — all became more than names on a map.
I used to drive down streets in Chula Vista, California named for medal of honor winners. The name Basilone was familiar, but from Cotton the Battle of Edson Ridge became synonymous with where Sgt Basilone held off an enemy battalion and killed 400 of the enemy. He never talked about anyone dying, only how they lived. From Fred Losch of the Slash E Ranch in Island Park and of Black Sheep Squadron fame, I learned 300 of 305 marines in the first assault wave on Iwo Jima were hit. Cotton was the operations officer and helped planned and lead that first wave assault. Basilone died on Iwo.
Wounded a few times, Cotton’s wound on Iwo was finally enough to earn him a few weeks away from the front lines. He made it back as Battalion commander and to Japan. The marines sent him to Hollywood to help make a few marine movies and there were teaching posts at the Combat Development Center and War College. Cotton was able to impart real world knowledge and debunk the conventional wisdom of the past. His amphibious training expertise was welcomed and became part of the Corps’ core requirement.
Cotton never published his thoughts, however in his later years he worked with companies from New York Stock Exchange size to family owned businesses. He brought their businesses an array of organizational skills — which it could be said were hardened in battle.
As he lay dying in the last days we talked often and I asked questions like, “What fly works in August on the North Fork of the Snake?” or, “—on the Naha River in June?” He always knew which fly to use and when and was quick to respond. In my collection I’ll always keep his special creation he called a Nostic; which was used with great success long ago in Alaska on the Naha.
Perchance there’s some special measure of a man, some indication that he has mastered the art of dying. His last words were “I don’t want to leave owing anyone, do you know anyone with whom I need to settle up?”
Last of all, to paraphrase a thought from the essayist Joseph Epstein, I would say that one of death's drawbacks is that it wipes out so much fishing. Cotton has gone to that great fishing spot beyond and will spend eternity choosing the right fly.
He is survived by daughters Suzanne Gilliland of Encinitas, Calif. and Stephanie Gronek of San Jacinto, Calif.; two grandsons, and one great grand daughter.
Private services were held in Riverside, and there was a Marine Corps Honors Funeral at Riverside National Cemetery.