Richard Dean Noland, 76, of Lake Quivira, passed July 4 at his home after a valiant fight with melanoma. Visitation was 1 to 3 p.m. on July 7 at D.W. Newcomer’s Sons White Chapel, followed by a memorial service at 3 p.m.
Richard was born Jan. 14, 1934, in Centralia, KS. He was a man of many interests and talents, including traveling the world, collecting old art, sports of all kinds, flying, living at Lake Quivira and fixing anything with duct tape. Richard was an engineer and inventor and loved life and his family.
He is survived by his mother, Aline Noland; wife, Nancy Noland; daughter, Kathy Svoboda (Tom); son, Kent Noland (Andrea); step daughter, Nichole Williams; grandchildren, Dana, Rachel, Brett, Julia and Skylar; great granddaughter, Addison; brother, Gene Noland and special cat companion, Snickers.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the American Cancer Society, 1100 Pennsylvania Ave., Kansas City, MO 64105.
Max and Jacob Compton of Canyon Lake, Texas, visiting their grandparents, Jack and Pat Wahlstedt, show off a flathead catfish caught near their dock. The catfish topped a scale at its capacity of 25 pounds, but several seasoned fisherman estimated the weight to be at least a good ten pounds heavier
Joseph Biron, 82, Lake Quivira, died June 16 at the Lakeview Village Care Center in Lenexa. A Celebration of Life was held June 25, at the Lake Quivira Clubhouse. Continue reading Obituary – Joseph Biron
Back row l to r: Vicki Foust, Marilyn Brown, Gloria Anderson, Joyce Maultsby, Connie Huerter, Sara Podrebarac, Dee Sedler, Eadie Hills. Front row: Toni Harms, Jeanine Stephenson, Susan Masson, Sandy Treas, Norma Lee Winters. (Jackie Barnhart had to leave early.) Ann Evans (honorary Dotte) was the photographer.
On Fri., June 18, “The Dottes” gathered at the home of Sandy Treas for coffee and treats, both edible and social. Dotte is a nickname, affectionately applied, to those who grew up and went to school in Wyandotte County. It was Marilyn Brown’s idea of gathering together those who still have fond memories of the small town atmosphere. Fourteen women were able to attend and discovered there were many heretofore unknown connections. Reminiscing about days long gone reinforced Charles Guswelle’s musings about “this place we call home.”
After years of speed bump fun and riotous security ideas, I have retired from the Safety Committee. Feeling a sense of loss, I thought about other committees here at the lake, but nothing seemed to fit me. For a while now, however, I’ve been considering a new, revolutionary committee. It requires some outside-the-box thinking, but I think you’ll like it.
We need a New Member Worthiness Committee. To accept a new member, and open our gate and our hearts to them, they should undergo an extensive evaluation. Consider it a “Rush Week” of sorts. We need to keep our unique edge. It’s too darn easy to become an actual living, breathing Quiviran, other than forking over all that money.
Administering several personality tests would be the crux of the committee. Although it’s quite arduous, I’ve heard good things about the MMPI test, or Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory. Hey, I like that – we would “inventory” our potential new members and set up a system cataloging the personality aspects of each person, along with their various hang-ups. We can almost guess what committee they will join. Then, in keeping with our wonderful sense of community, the test results could be distributed lake-wide via blackbox upon completion.
Rorschach inkblots would also be helpful in determining their outlook on life, i.e., if they see a butterfly, a uterus, or pan fried catfish.
Of course, the most important job of this committee, other than having fun being nosy, is to make sure one is quirky enough to be a Quiviran, with hopes of someday earning the exalted title of Quirky-viran. We’ll devise our own test, full of silly, nonsensical questions, and closely monitor their reactions, looking for warning signs of having no sense of humor, or the worst case scenario, having no personality whatsoever. We’ll have a clear signal to communicate our disapproval, like a gong, and to avoid uncomfortable friction or pandemonium, a trap door.
To put our member wannabes at ease for these tests, we could use our homey LQ Office. We’ll dim the lights, throw some pillows on the floor and light some candles. On the rare occasion, if deeper insight is warranted for someone borderline worthy, group hypnosis could be used. How someone imitates a washing machine or clucks like a chicken can say a lot about a person.