From Betsy Maynard
Rebekah is ten days older than me. Her birthday on December 31, mine January 10. I knew Rebekah when we were little, and being ten days older made a big difference. I was jealous that she was born in 1981, and I was born in 1982. I'm remembering things about Rebekah - she was smart, and strong, and full of life.
I used to play at Rebekah's house once a week or so when we were very small. I remember telling my Mom that I never wanted to have a Cadillac, because Mrs. Vance's brown one broke down a lot. I remember that Rebekah had a teal tutu, with silver sparkles. One time when I was playing at her house I saw another one, in her mom's bedroom. It was a present for me, and my mom has pictures of Rebekah and I wearing them together, holding magic wands.
I think I learned about jumping on the bed from Rebekah, at her house on the corner of 32nd Place and Fremont. I remember being so impressed that her house had a balcony.
My first slumber party was at her house, on New Years Eve, of course, I think in 1990. We all banged pots and pans on the balcony at midnight, except for (I think) Natalie Christiansen, who fell asleep early. At another party we had an elaborate scavenger hunt that included Pizza and Farrell's ice cream. I still remember one clue: "You won't get far without stopping at the star." We stopped at the local Texaco, and there they gave us the next clue, and we headed to the top of Rocky Butte. Rebekah and her mom were great hostesses, and a good time was had by all.
These are just some snapshot memories I have of Rebekah. We hadn't seen each other for years, but every so often our moms would run into each other at the store, and I'd hear about school, wedding, babies. My prayers are with her family.
From Caroline Greger
My favorite story about Rebekah is one that her children shouldn't read until they are old enough to know about Santa Claus. Lauree raised her children with wonderful Christian values. She also told them straight out that there is no Santa Claus and that Christmas is the celebration of Jesus' birthday. One day, when the girls were five years old, I was ironing in our family room while Rebekah and Christine played with the doll house. I heard the mummer of their voices as they played. Then, Rebekah raised her voice in exasperation: "Christine, we've been over this and over this. There is no Santa Claus." Christine wondered aloud about how all the presents come. And Rebekah replied in a most authoritative voice: "It's the parents!" It was a classic moment. Rebekah was so strong in her convictions, even as a five year-old.
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Rebekah is ten days older than me. Her birthday on December 31, mine January 10. I knew Rebekah when we were little, and being ten days older made a big difference. I was jealous that she was born in 1981, and I was born in 1982. I'm remembering things about Rebekah - she was smart, and strong, and full of life.
I used to play at Rebekah's house once a week or so when we were very small. I remember telling my Mom that I never wanted to have a Cadillac, because Mrs. Vance's brown one broke down a lot. I remember that Rebekah had a teal tutu, with silver sparkles. One time when I was playing at her house I saw another one, in her mom's bedroom. It was a present for me, and my mom has pictures of Rebekah and I wearing them together, holding magic wands.
I think I learned about jumping on the bed from Rebekah, at her house on the corner of 32nd Place and Fremont. I remember being so impressed that her house had a balcony.
My first slumber party was at her house, on New Years Eve, of course, I think in 1990. We all banged pots and pans on the balcony at midnight, except for (I think) Natalie Christiansen, who fell asleep early. At another party we had an elaborate scavenger hunt that included Pizza and Farrell's ice cream. I still remember one clue: "You won't get far without stopping at the star." We stopped at the local Texaco, and there they gave us the next clue, and we headed to the top of Rocky Butte. Rebekah and her mom were great hostesses, and a good time was had by all.
These are just some snapshot memories I have of Rebekah. We hadn't seen each other for years, but every so often our moms would run into each other at the store, and I'd hear about school, wedding, babies. My prayers are with her family.
Betsy Maynard
I lost one of my favorite people in the whole world, Rebekah was one of my best friends and cousin inlaw. She was an amazing woman of God, mother of two beautiful babies, wife to my best friend David, and such an awesome friend. She was far too young to be taken this soon. She never forgot my birthday and was always there to make sure I was ok in darker times. We were there for each other when the other needed to vent about something, we always understood each other. We had our times when we would fight like a brother and sister but would always be quick to apologize. We shared road trips, snowboarding trips, camping trips, and canyoning excursions. We froze together at the Oregon State/Oregon Civil War, enjoyed dozens of happy hours, and nights of the Real World, The New Detectives, Law and Order, and CSI together. If I was down she’d pick me back up, usually with great force. The first time I met her she baked me cookies and from that point on would feed me if I was ever hungry. She could always read me like a book and always knew that when times were rough there would always be good times ahead. We shared alot of similarities...I always imagined David, Rebekah, Me and my wife Amanda all retiring together someday, the 4 of us living out our golden years together...This has all been very hard to deal with....I will miss her until my time comes then I’ll see her again in Heaven.
-Brian Fichtner
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