I attended Gayle's funeral. I can't remember the year. I always liked her a lot. Like with so many of you wonderful DHS girls, I was always "just friends." But I knew Gayle pretty well, in a quiet way. She was always very pleasant and friendly, but she was "deep." I never knew what profound thoughts she had or if she had some hidden sadness or something, but I respected her private nature and just accepted her for the pretty girl she was.
Being in Band I got to know Gayle well. She was a somewhat quiet soul but a funny and generous person. She was a rock for the rest of us to count on. Again I could not believe it had happened and I hear about it way after the fact. There is something about hearing of a friends death after the fact that leaves you helpless. We were never close but were good friends and I miss her. We traveled on many band trips togehther and she always gave flawless performances. Gayle is one of those that you appreciate more and more as time goes on. I suspect she knew what she was doing! Miss you my friend.
I also attended Gayle's funeral. Both of our daughters were at Pennington Bend Elementary at the time of her passing. She also had a younger son. I can still see her "lickin' on that clarinet reed" at band practice & desperately trying to play while holding back the giggles 'til tears rolled down that beautiful face. Gayle was undoubtedly the sweetest, most sincere person I have ever known.
All of us who were fortunate enough to be in the band program with her at DHS had such a great time together--and Gayle was a big part of that.
She loved life--her family, friends, church, school--but really loved being the DHS Marching Band's signal major and was great at it.
Along with the ever-patient Mr. Sain, it meant she was somewhat responsible for keeping the marching band 'in line', but it never fazed her.
After my sister's diagnosis, Gayle had her usual generosity of spirit to call and provide encouragement and advice on getting thru treatment. In the early 90's, treatment was especially grim and grueling. We had no idea at the time how sick Gayle was since--as always--she was so focused on helping others.
Her father still regularly attends the early service at Andrew Price--a real example of faith and courage with all he's been through in the loss of his beloved wife and eldest daughter--two of his four sweet 'girls'. Now, it appears that Gayle's younger sister has recently been diagnosed so please keep the family in your thoughts and prayers....
Everytime I see a marching band, I smile and think of Gayle and all the good times at contests, away games, practice and camp...
Billy Gray Johnson
I attended Gayle's funeral. I can't remember the year. I always liked her a lot. Like with so many of you wonderful DHS girls, I was always "just friends." But I knew Gayle pretty well, in a quiet way. She was always very pleasant and friendly, but she was "deep." I never knew what profound thoughts she had or if she had some hidden sadness or something, but I respected her private nature and just accepted her for the pretty girl she was.Jim Walton
Being in Band I got to know Gayle well. She was a somewhat quiet soul but a funny and generous person. She was a rock for the rest of us to count on. Again I could not believe it had happened and I hear about it way after the fact. There is something about hearing of a friends death after the fact that leaves you helpless. We were never close but were good friends and I miss her. We traveled on many band trips togehther and she always gave flawless performances. Gayle is one of those that you appreciate more and more as time goes on. I suspect she knew what she was doing! Miss you my friend.Suzanne Ramsey
I also attended Gayle's funeral. Both of our daughters were at Pennington Bend Elementary at the time of her passing. She also had a younger son.I can still see her "lickin' on that clarinet reed" at band practice & desperately trying to play while holding back the giggles 'til tears rolled down that beautiful face.
Gayle was undoubtedly the sweetest, most sincere person I have ever known.
Billy Gray Johnson
She was, Suzanne! She was.billy
Nancy Whittemore (May)
All of us who were fortunate enough to be in the band program with her at DHS had such a great time together--and Gayle was a big part of that.She loved life--her family, friends, church, school--but really loved being the DHS Marching Band's signal major and was great at it.
Along with the ever-patient Mr. Sain, it meant she was somewhat responsible for keeping the marching band 'in line', but it never fazed her.
After my sister's diagnosis, Gayle had her usual generosity of spirit to call and provide encouragement and advice on getting thru treatment. In the early 90's, treatment was especially grim and grueling. We had no idea at the time how sick Gayle was since--as always--she was so focused on helping others.
Her father still regularly attends the early service at Andrew Price--a real example of faith and courage with all he's been through in the loss of his beloved wife and eldest daughter--two of his four sweet 'girls'. Now, it appears that Gayle's younger sister has recently been diagnosed so please keep the family in your thoughts and prayers....
Everytime I see a marching band, I smile and think of Gayle and all the good times at contests, away games, practice and camp...