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Stuart Bergs wife Patricia ("Patty Vance") passed away in in late December.

 

Crystal St. Romain


Crystal St. Romain of Thousand Oaks passed away while vacationing in Hawaii on May 16, 2003.

Crystal was born in New Orleans, La., on July 8, 1957. She graduated from Newbury Park High School in 1975. Crystal was a member of the Black Orpheus choral group and St. Julie Billiart Church guitar group. She attended UCLA and graduated from the University of Phoenix in 1998. Crystal worked as a fire claims representative at State Farm Insurance.

As secretary and honorary lifetime member of the Conejo Players Theatre, Crystal was dedicated to the local theater group for more than 20 years. Crystal appeared in numerous productions over the years and produced or worked backstage in countless others. She had been a performing member of the Moorpark Melodrama Theater. She worked with the Conejo and Agoura recreation departments in their summer concert programs. Crystal traveled extensively and was an ardent student of history. She was an accomplished professional seamstress who costumed the players and other theater and dance groups, and sewed for countless weddings.

Crystal is survived by her mother, Bettie St. Romain of Thousand Oaks; sister Claudette St. Romain and brother-in-law Larry Lustberg of Chatham, N.J.; brother and sister-in-law Robert and Kazuko St. Romain of Honolulu, Hawaii; sister and brother-in-law Jane and Rick Benaderet of Walnut Creek, Calif.; and brother, Charles St. Romain of Simi Valley. She was much loved by her father, the late Gerald St. Romain. She is also remembered by her devoted companion, Ken Endress. "Nanny" will be most missed by the nieces and nephews who loved her, Kate, Alex, Nicola, Carissa, Michelle and Zachary.

Memorial Mass will be celebrated at noon Saturday, June 7, at St. Paschal Baylon Church on Janss Road in Thousand Oaks. After the service, there will be a celebration of Crystal's life at the Conejo Players Theatre on Moorpark Road in Thousand Oaks.

In lieu of flowers, a donation may be made to the Conejo Players

 

We are very sad to have to tell you that Louise Sigona passed away
on Valentine's Day.

The service will be held on Saturday, February 22nd
at St. Jude's Catholic Church at 32032 West Lindero Canyon Road, Westlake Village, CA.
Phone No. 818-889-1279, at 1 p.m.

We want everyone to know that she passed peacefully in her sleep with her family around her.

Donations can be made to either the Heart Association or The Cancer Society.

Louise would want everyone to know how much she loved them.


Brad Barnes, Brad was driving his motorcycle too fast and not wearing a helmet, which he thought looked "uncool," when he broadsided a car on Hampshire Road and the 101 Freeway onramp August 18, 1972. The driver of the car held his head together in the street until paramedics arrived. He was in a coma for three days, and died August 21, 1972. He is interred at Valley Oaks Memorial Park in Thousand Oaks.

Kerry Grimes (a.k.a. Sundance) married a girl named Kelly Kinney in the late 1970's. They moved to Texas. Sundance was not a happy person, though, and in 1984 he put a gun in his mouth. Kelly left Texas and its sad memories that same year and stopped by to see me on her way to Washington, where she had family. She showed me a xerox of Sundance's suicide note and gave me a couple of personal items. I never heard from her again. (DZybert)

Kenny Taplin, What can I say about Kenny? He was here in Tahoe just before Drugs took his life. His life was not going real well when he moved back to T.O.


WE WERE FRIENDS
for Kenny Taplan by Mark & Brenda Schmidt

Oh the drugs had blinded your eyes now there's no disguising all the lies Feeling alone and trapped inside trapped by the feeling that made you get high

(chorus)
We were friends from long ago thought you would have changed we just didn't know You kept up your smile but the hurting inside Shame the drug took you and made you die

(2nd verse)
Oh the clothes you wore to cover your tracks we're sorry we just didn't know the facts and all the talks we had you played it up so well then the night came you died, you fell

(chorus)
We were friends from long ago thought you would have changed we just didn't know and you kept up your smile but the hurting inside shame the drug took you and made you die

We love you Kenny

Brenda Schmidt Evidence Copyright 1997

Brads Story by Dave Zybert

Brad Barnes (1953 - 1972)
It was 1969 when I first met Brad. We were both cast in a production of "My Fair Lady" at Chaminade in the San Fernando Valley. I was, at that time, fairly introverted. I kept to myself a lot. I was bookish and quite a nerd. (Those sides of me remain to this day, but you have to dig to find them.) Brad was three years older than I, he had a car, he smoked, he went out with girls, and he was an actor who made Super 8mm films. We found out almost immediately that we had a lot in common. We both lived in Thousand Oaks, we both liked acting, we had almost identical birthdays three years apart. He needed more actors and assistants. I was willing to try.
Our first venture, Barnes/Zybert Enterprises, produced three short movies, which we filmed at Brad's house on Camino Manzanas in Thousand Oaks. Looking back, the films were probably pretty bad, but we had a great time making them and we got better every time. We also got more ambitious. We started bringing in other friends to make the films. I was in a garage band at that time, and Brad became a roadie. The production company changed its name to Gothic Films, and the bands changed their names almost as quickly. During 1970 & 1971 the two factions (film and music) became more and more intermixed. Names like Krampach, Laker, Little, Volkmar, Berg, Harris Brousseau, Kinyoun, Shinn, Weimar and many others were added. Our nights were filled with indulgences (pick your favorite), and our days were mostly filled with trying to figure out what we were going to do that night. Through it all, Brad was our leader in many things. The guy we looked to for the final word and the final answer.
When you are going through that stage of your life, you appreciate least the things you have. I think we all did. I think Brad knew that his time as our leader was drawing to a close. We were all growing up, him included. Our interests were becoming more diverse, our realtionships more complicated.
We were all affected by Brad's death in August, 1972, and I think we all got a little older that weekend. We all realized that we were not immortal. Not even our leader. I've always thought that Brad's death was the lesson we were all given in reality, maturity and humility. It was a turning point in our lives. All who knew him have never forgotten.


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