Lynne died of Huntington's disease on August 21, 2012 after spending 15 years in a nursing home. She had been a teacher and loved by all her students. Her husband was her caregiver during this entire time.
Diane and Margo are both right when they say Lynne was fun. I went to a couple of Lynne's parties on Hartson Street and they were a lot fun. I would come from San Jose State to visit Lynne at her Franklin St. apartment # 41, in San Francisco. I recall on one occassion, after going to dinner, we went back to her place because it was wet, windy and just a another nasty winter day. Lynne had pixie a like playfulness that was so endearing. She had an opened bag of ballons, and from her balcony(which was small) we played a little game of raining ballons to see who could get closest to a moving target. Namely men walking alone, wearing raincoats and or hats and umbrella's. We laughed our asses of when we would ge close and the targets reacted. It was a new way to enjoy a miserably wet night. Rest in peace Lynnie, you are remembered.
Diane Raymond (Ball)
Lynne was one of the girls I hung around with in Napa High and Napa College. She was always a lot of fun. I will miss her.
Margo Lanpheir (Holland)
Lynne was a lot of fun. We had some great parties at her house. A bunch of us would go visit her in her apartment in San Francisco.
Brian O'Hara
Diane and Margo are both right when they say Lynne was fun. I went to a couple of Lynne's parties on Hartson Street and they were a lot fun. I would come from San Jose State to visit Lynne at her Franklin St. apartment # 41, in San Francisco. I recall on one occassion, after going to dinner, we went back to her place because it was wet, windy and just a another nasty winter day. Lynne had pixie a like playfulness that was so endearing. She had an opened bag of ballons, and from her balcony(which was small) we played a little game of raining ballons to see who could get closest to a moving target. Namely men walking alone, wearing raincoats and or hats and umbrella's. We laughed our asses of when we would ge close and the targets reacted. It was a new way to enjoy a miserably wet night. Rest in peace Lynnie, you are remembered.