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Bill Lewis May 21, 1924-Apr. 25, 2000
Pamela Waldoch Dec. 25, 1975 - Dec. 29, 2001
Alexander Moneypenny Aug. 6, 2002 - Aug. 7, 2002
Joseph Gurto Sr. Apr. 16, 1935 - Aug. 11, 2003
Susie Petrovski Apr. 2, 1931 - Aug. 12, 2004
Frank Gurto Sr. Sep. 11, 1933 - Jan. 15, 2006
Bob Burford Sep. 5, 1951 - Feb. 26, 2006
Rocky Ulrich II Apr. 1, 1970 - Aug. 25, 2006
Tony Gurto Dec. 11, 1927 - Nov. 4, 2006
Doug Ward Nov. 23, 1961 - Sep. 18, 2007
James V. Gurto Sep. 20. 1919 - Mar. 26, 2008


Bill Lewis
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May 21, 1924 - Apr. 25, 2000
Age 75
Bill had emphysema and leukemia


-Angela Wright (adapted by Sharen Speer)

Bill Lewis - Obituary
Wednesday, April 27, 2000 The Star Beacon

William A. Lewis

CONNEAUT - William A. Lewis, 75, died Tuesday, April 25, 2000, at his home.
He was born May 21, 1924, in Chillicothe, the son of Andy and Garnet (Baine) Lewis.
He worked as a bus driver with CTS Lewis Charters in Ocoee, Fla., for 22 years, and was also a truck and trailer driver for Youngstown Office and Furniture. After moving to Conneaut, he worked at General Aluminum as a security guard.
He enjoyed traveling, driving bus and spending time with his family.
Survivors include his wife, Florence (Effie) Gurto, whom he married Oct. 21, 1948; a son, John A., of Ocoee, Fla.; a brother, James, of Columbus; two grandchildren: John A. II and Emilee; and one great-great-grandson.
Service is 8 p.m. Thursday at Raisian Funeral Home, 581 Harbor St., Conneaut. The Rev. Raymond Thomas, of St. Mary and St. Frances Cabrini parishes in Conneaut, will officiate. Burial will take place at the convenience of the family.
Calling hours are 5 to 8 p.m. Thursday at the funeral home.


Bill Lewis / April 25, 2000

A message to those I left
behind, five years ago. 

“18-wheeling was in my blood,
I travelled all the roads
To see all that I could see.
With the white lines as my ruler,
My coffee mug in hand.

 When the miles made me weary
And the mountains became too steep,
God mapped my final journey,
And gently guided me home. 

I am safely home in Heaven –
I didn’t mean to cause anyone pain –
My time had simply come.
And to those I left behind, family and friends,
If love would have been able to hold me,
I never would have left.”

Pamela Marie Waldoch

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Dec. 25, 1975 - Dec. 29, 2001
Age 26
Pam died in her sleep. She had a heart valve failure.


Don't think of her as gone away. . .
Her journey's just begun,
Life holds so many facets. . .
This Earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.

And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched. . .
For nothing loved is ever lost. . .
And she was loved so much.

Pam Waldoch - Obituary
Wednesday, January 2, 2002

Waldoch, Pamela M.

Publication Date: Jan. 02, 2002

Age 26 years. Passed away suddenly in her sleep on Dec. 29, 2001. Loving daughter of David and Sharen. Cherished sister of Greg. Beloved fiancťe of Jeff Ostby. Very dear granddaughter of the late Erv (the late Mae) Waldoch and the late Bob (the late Rose) Speer. Dear niece of Chris (Marsha) Waldoch, the late Dennis Waldoch, Duane (Barbara) Waldoch and Jim Speer. Further survived by cousins, other relatives and many close friends.
Pam was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on December 25, 1975.  She attended Stonebank Grade School, and graduated from Arrowhead High School in 1994.  she was on the Junior Varsity tennis team and the Junior Varsity basketball team.  she won awards for art and had several pieces of her pottery displayed at the Milwaukee Art Museum.   she had attended the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, for two years and was planning on returning to school in the spring for interior Design.  She enjoyed drawing, working with clay, working with children and writing poetry.  She had just begun writing her first novel.  Professionally, Pam worked as a personal nanny, a professional photographer  and her last position was as Banquet Captain at the Brookfield, Wisconsin Sheraton Inn.
Family and friends will meet Thurs., 10 AM at the Funeral Home for a procession to St. Adalbert Cemetery (3801 S. 6th St.) for Committal Services at 11 AM. Visitation and Service Wed., 4:30-8 PM at the Funeral Home.



   From Sharen and Dave

Some people come into our lives and stay a short time but they leave footprints on our hearts.  And we are never the same again.  That is what Pam has done for us.

Thank you all for being here today.  It is a comfort for her Dad and I to know that she has touched the lives of so many people.  That even though she was only 26 years old, she lived, not a long life, but a wide life.

That in her honor, you have come here today to help comfort her family and each other.

I would like to read a part of a prayer my brother read at our Mother's memorial.

As we speak we will remember Pam, for GOD has given us the gift of memory that we might keep alive those we love.  So long as we live, Pam too shall live, for she is a part of us and we will remember her always.  Because we remember her, she shall not be far away, and she shall live on in our hearts forever.

Everyone has been asking what they can do for her family.  Not a thing for us, because what we need and want is not possible.  The best thing you can do for us is to tell people that you love them.  Even if you think they know, tell them because you never know when that person will be taken away from you suddenly.  If your children are adults, give them hugs and kisses, even if you have to chase them and grab them.  Because no matter what you do for them, that is the most important thing you will ever do in your life.

From Belva Benish. . . A co-worker at the Sheraton

It 's difficult to part with those we love at any time.  However, it seems harder at Christmastime.   Why?  Because it's a time when gifts are given and shared.  Wasn't it GOD our heavenly Father who gave us a gift at Christmas?  Wasn't it Emmanuel, GOD with us, who we received at Christmas?  Yes, GOD gave us his only begotten, beloved son as a gift.  He spent only a very few short years with us here on earth.  He was given a cross to bear in our place.  He did this because he loved us.  He was placed upon this cross, not deserving death, yet he died and was buried.  We as Christians believe this.  We also believe that after three days he arose from the grave and is now alive.  He defeated death for us.  We believe not in a religion, but rather in a reality.

So it is with Pam.   GOD gave us (her parents, her brother, her fiance, her co-workers, relatives and friends) a gift, a very special and unique gift.  A beautiful woman named Pam.   She was given to us for a few short years, but each of us has been blessed by the moments we spent in her presence.  The giver of the gift: The Creator of her life, however, has chosen to take her to another realm.  Be assured, she is not dead.   This treasure lying in this treasure box before us is a Child of GOD, and GOD loves his children.  She has simply closed her eyes to this world and has entered her eternal life.  The flesh and blood of her earthly body will be buried tomorrow and will return to the dust from which she was formed, but the spirit continues to live.   her spirit is alive.  God's word, in the Bible says, "To be absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord."

She now abides in the presence of a holy GOD, who has reserved a seat for her at a banquet that will soon be given.  Now instead of serving others, Pam will be served.  She will be a guest awaiting rewards and her inheritance.  As a child of GOD, she has been covered with his righteousness, his mercy and his grace.

It has been a pleasure to work along side of Pam, and if she brought joy to my heart, how much greater the joy she must have brought to those woh know her better and more intimately, and most of all her Heavenly Father, who knows her best.

We will miss you, Pam
But we will try hard not to cry
For we know it is only. . . "Till Then"
And never, never, "Good-bye."

We loved Pam. . . she will always be a part of us. . . and to you her parents, we say. . . Thaks for sharing your wonderful daughter with us.


In Loving Memory Of
Pamela M. Waldoch

"How very softly you tiptoed into my world.

Almost silently . . .Only a moment you stayed.

But what am imprint your footprints have left upon my heart.


In Loving Memory of Pam, who passed away December 29, 2001



When tomorrow starts without me, and Iím not there to see;

If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldnít cry, the way you do each day,

While thinking of the many things, we didnít get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you;

And each time that you think of me, please know Iíll miss you, too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand.

And said a place ready, in Heaven up above;

And that Iíd have to leave behind, all those I truly love.

I had so much to live for, so much yet to do.

It seemed impossible, that I was leaving you.

When tomorrow starts without me, donít think weíre far apart;

For every time you think of me, Iím right there in your heart.



Joseph Gurto Sr.

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Apr. 16, 1935 - Aug. 11, 2003
Age 68
Joe had emphysema

To the Trackman

by M. H. Moses

Have you ever worked through a stormy night
While the mercury hovered low
And felt the wind through scanty clothes
As you bent to clear the snow?

Or perhaps you've walked the settling fills
While rain in torrents fell,
Or rerailed an engine down in the yards
On a night as dark as Hell.

You've tramped the cuts on frozen feet
Where rocks are apt to slip
And heard the scream of Number Three
As it roared through Murphy's Dip.

If you've stopped in a shack beside the track
After knowing the track was clean
Eaten a frozen snack from a paper sack
Then you know just what I mean.

You're in a class not known to brass
A He-Man rugged and stout
The one damn man in the railroad plan
They just can't do without.

Merry Christmas From Heaven

I still hear the songs
I still see the lights
I still feel your love
on cold wintry nights

I still share your hopes
and all of your cares
I'll even remind you
to please say your prayers

I just want to tell you
you still make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above all the crowd

 Keep trying each moment
to stay in His grace
I came here before you
to help set your place

 You don't have to be
perfect all of the time
He forgives you the slip
if you continue the climb

 To my family and friends
please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you
in a new special way

 I love you all dearly
now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my
Christmas with Jesus this year

 Unpublished work , Copyright 1989 John Wm. Mooney

Joe Gurto - Obituary
Star Beacon
Tuesday, August 12, 2003

CONNEAUT — Joseph Gurto, age 68, of Conneaut, died early Monday morning, August 11, 2003, at UHHS Brown Memorial Hospital in Conneaut. Funeral arrangements are pending and will be announced in tomorrow's newspaper by the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor St., Conneaut.


Star Beacon
Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Joseph Gurto

CONNEAUT — Joseph Gurto, age 68, of Conneaut, died early Monday, August 11, 2003, at UHHS Brown Memorial Hospital.8_13__GURTO_obit__eps

Mr. Gurto was born April 16, 1935, in Conneaut, the son of Peter and Mary (Delvecchio) Gurto He attended Conneaut High and later went to work for the Nickel Plate Railroad.

In 1954, he enlisted in the United States Air Force and served his country during the Korean War and until he was honorably discharged in 1957. He went back to work for the railroad until he retired from the Norfolk & Western Railroad as General Foreman of the section gang for over 30 years.

Joe enjoyed doing yardwork and collecting antique cars, railroad cars and lighthouses. He was the handyman and Mr. Fix-it. Joe also loved to spend time with his family, grandchildren and friends. He loved to watch the Cleveland Browns and Indians. He was a former member of the American Legion.

Mr. Gurto was preceded in death by his parents; a son, Vincent J.; sisters, Rose Speer, Mary Moneypenny, and two infant sisters, Philomena and Mary.

He is survived by his wife, Lorraine (Smith) Gurto, whom he married February 3, 1954; a daughter, Brandy, and Rocky Ulrich, of West Springfield, PA; five sons, Joseph A., and Frances, Gurto of Kings Langley, Australia, Michael P. Gurto of Lorain, OH, Anthony J. Gurto, Mark V., and Brigette, Gurto and Nicholas J. Gurto, all of Conneaut; two sisters, Florence Lewis and Susie Petrovski, both of Conneaut; five brothers, James G. Gurto of Wexford, PA, Christy Gurto of Palm Beach Gardens, FL, Anthony Gurto of Montpelier, OH, and Frank Gurto and Pat Gurto, both of Conneaut; 18 grandchildren; and 1 great-grandchild.

A Mass of the Christian Burial will be held at 1 p.m. on Friday, August 15, 2003, at St. Frances Cabrini Catholic Church, with Father Raymond Thomas officiating. Burial will follow at St. Joseph Cemetery in Conneaut.

Calling Hours will be held Thursday, August 14, 2003, from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m. at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor Street, Conneaut.

  Words of Remembrance 


We grieve today for my Uncle Joe.  Our hearts are sad because we will miss him.  He was a husband, father, brother, son, uncle, cousin, friend.  The most important role was that he was and still is a child of God.  So when his Heavenly Father looked down and saw how he was suffering, He laid His hand upon his shoulder and said, "Come home my son, your job on earth is done."

That was Joe's gift from God on Monday morning.   As for the ones he left behind, our gift from God is the gift of memory.  That we might keep alive those we love.  For as long as we live, Joe too shall live, for he is a part of us.  Because we remember him, he will not be far away.  he shall live in our hearts forever. 

It is not "goodbye" it is "until then"

Sunrise April 16, 1935

Sunset August 11, 2003



Today we all grow in our own way.  We all grow because of the loss of a loved one.  Some lost their father.  For me, a great friend.  I can only hope that he’s in a much beter place, but for his family, they must stay behind for now.  To help each other to grow and raise their kids.  But some day we will all meet again to live together forever.
Mike Evans

Vinnie's Thoughts about Grandpa

I’m going to miss my grandpa.  I’ll miss peeking around the corner in the living room and seeing him sitting in his chair, and calling to me, “Hey Smokey”, and I don’t know why cause that was the cat’s name, but he had a nick name for everyone.  Even though I’ll miss him, I’ll take comfort in knowing the bible says the dead are conscious of nothing, which means Grandpa is no longer suffering or struggling to breath. I also take comfort in knowing some day, I will see my grandpa again, in Paradise.  I know my grandpa will be resurrected to life in Paradise.  I know this because the Bible says at John 5: 25-29 “Do not marvel at this because the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out.”  Robert Frost wrote a poem that reads: 

Nature’s first green is gold.
Her heart is here to hold
early leaves a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subside to leave
Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down today
Nothing golden can stay.

I guess what he meant by that was you’re golden when you’re young and everything’s green and new.  In God’s eyes we’re all golden, 7 or 70, we should take advantage of that and seize the day.  Because we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. 

I love you Grandpa



 August 11, 2003.  A date that will live in my memory forever.  The day I lost my best friend, my father.  I held your lifeless body in my arms and wanted you back so badly, but then I thought you suffered enough.  You’re in Heaven now, Dad.  You’re with Grandma and Grandpa and Vinny.  You’re probably sharing those same corny jokes that you shared with us.  I miss those jokes, Dad.  You had such a good heart and would help anybody.  I never got to pay you back and I’m sorry.  I put it off and put it off and now it’s too late.  I’m so sorry Dad.  I never got to say good-bye and tell you how much I loved you.  I took it for granted that you would always be here.  I came down stairs last night and went to fill your drink but you weren’t there.  Why couldn’t I have woken up and checked on you Dad?  Why couldn’t I be there for you?  I’m so sorry.  I just wanted to make you proud.  You will be so missed, Dad, and as much as I want you back, I would want you in Heaven.  Dad you can breathe again.  I will always love you and I’ll miss you so much. 

 I love you,



8 – 11 – 03

 What can I say about my dad?  My dad was a great guy.  The more you got to know him the better he was.  He loved working on the railroad, he loved his wife, Lorraine, his kids – Joe, Mike, myself, Mark, Brandy and Nick.  He did everything he could for his family, we were his life . . .  I guess that’s why he lived life.  He spent his entire time taking care of us, making sure we were ok.  I guess it was Vinnie’s turn with Dad.  I find comfort in knowing that Dad is not alone, he has someone to take care of and that will take care of him as well.  I know his happiness will continue on in Heaven.  He was a husband, a father, a grand-father, even a great – grandfather, but most important he was my best friend.  I love you Dad.

August 11th 2003 was marked the worst day of my life – I lost my dad. 

He was the first man I ever loved.  He showed me how life is supposed to be, how to be a good person, then a family.  He was always there for me to guide me – whenever I needed to know which way to turn in life. He was right there to point me in the right direction, no questions asked. 

He was such a funny man.  He’d tell us jokes and it never failed, even when nobody else thought they were funny, I did. He always used to tell people he liked telling me jokes because I always laughed!  He made me laugh more than anyone else ever has and I’m going to miss that so much.  He’d call me at work just to tell me a joke and hear me laugh at it and when I was done laughing we’d hang up.  I’d laugh at that joke all day.  He always brightened up my days with his jokes and his smile.  If I saw him smiling that morning, I’d be smiling all day and, if he wasn’t, neither was I. 

All my life, everyone would always tease me about being Dad’s favorite and being “Daddy’s Little Girl” – but you know, I’m so glad I was – I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  Being “Daddy’s little Girl” was the best part of life for me and now my dad’s gone and my life will never be the same.  Now I have to figure out how to live my life without all the jokes and fun he filled my life with, but most of all the guidance and support I counted on every day.  

I miss you, Dad, and I love you so very much – I will see you when it’s my time so make sure you remember all those jokes you’re telling everyone up there.

 - Brandy -

Words of Remembrance

 I was fortunate to have visited Dad in May this year.  It was a different kind of visit than my usual vacation to the US because for the first time in many years, I traveled without my family.  I came to visit Dad because he had been sick and I felt that the time was right for a visit.  It was not yet summer vacation so everyone went about their usual business leaving plenty of time for Dad and me to talk.

 I told Dad one evening that as I reflected on my life I realize that I’ve never had a boring day.  There was always something to do or to look forward to.  Dad agreed that his life also was very full. 

 And it was.  As my cousin Sharen stated yesterday, he had many roles:




        Great – Grandfather




 Dad had a lot of long term friends.  Throughout the years, I would meet people and they would invariably say – I know your Dad – we worked together, or we hung out together or we went to school together and always have some fond anecdote to share about their friendship with Dad.

 As an uncle to my nearly 50 cousins he was regarded with great esteem and respect.  Whenever out of town cousins visited Conneaut, they always made a point of stopping by to see Uncle Joe.

 Dad was the 11th of 12 children.  He shared such a bond with his siblings that when their parents died in 1972, he and his siblings decided to hold annual family reunions to ensure that they would always have an opportunity and a set time to get together.  Dad, along with his brothers and sisters took this very seriously and Family Reunion Day became an important holiday in the family.  Even in Australia on the second Saturday of July, my family recognizes Gurto Family Reunion Day with a special feast.  This year was the 32nd reunion.

 Dad’s first and only Great-grandchild was born nearly 2 years ago which made Dad feel very special.

 To Dad’s 15 grandchildren he loomed larger-than-life.  They showered him with love and tenderness as they could recognize his frailty.  After my sons visited with their grandpa and grandma in 1999, my then 10-year-old son, Timothy expressed his perception of his grandfather very eloquently in this poem.



Through pain he lives,
This old man;
A victim of his decrepit body,
Cursed with lost abilities,
Slow moving expressions
And signs of age.

But age is wisdom:
Gained through living
On and on…
Sprouting happiness,
Teaching, yet learning.

Learning the pains of life,
From a half remembered youth.
Not knowing whether to express
Happiness or sadness
When he leaves.


But for myself, along with my brothers and sister, we remember Dad as being robust and firm.  We were each his favourite in a special way.  He, like most parents, did his best to ensure that each of us was treated equally and fairly.  Dad tried to help us each in the ways we most needed; whether it was physically, financially or emotionally.

But obviously, the most important person in Dad’s life was Mom – his partner and companion for 50 years.  Dad would always worry about how hard Mom worked and said that she needed a good break.

To paraphrase a line from a movie – When we fall in love with someone it is very special.  But eventually that feeling goes away.  When that feeling goes away what you’re left with is love.  It is love that gives you the patience and understanding to weather the storms and cope with each other’s differences.

It is that love that keeps two people together for 50 years and it is that love that my mom and dad shared. 

Dad’s sense of humor, friendliness, generosity and love will always remain in our memories.  He is in a better place. It is us who must go on.

How can we go on, we ask.  God will help us is the answer.  But it’s times like this we ask “Where is God?”

I’ll tell you where God is today.  The bible says that God is love – and that God dwells within us. 

As we see so many of our friends and family gathered here to express their love and support to us, we recognize that it is God within them that is helping us and we can see what a truly wonderful Father we have. 


And for this, we thank you.


Uncle Joe I remember him coming home on leave from the air force.  I liked his hat, I really wanted that hat, but I think he gave it to Pat or Jim Anderson(I think).  All I know is I didn't get it.  - Sharen, August 12, 2005

I can only wonder how my Dad could be so generous with his cars.  He always let us kids "borrow" them and as I recall, each one of us had at least one accident with them.  (I know that I had at least three) - Joe August 13, 2005

Susie A Petrovski

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This headstone is in memory of Aunt Sue and Uncle Bob - from their 29 nieces and nephews (the Juniors)

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Apr.2, 1931 - Aug. 12, 2004
Age 73
Susie had Lung Cancer


I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one
I'd like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
And bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who
Grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When my life is done.

Susie A. Petrovski
April 2, 1931 - August 12, 2004

Susie A. Petrovski
Susie A. Petrovski - Obituary
August 19, 2004 - Ashtabula Star Beacon

CONNEAUT — Susie A. Petrovski, age 73, of Conneaut, OH, died Thursday, August 12, 2004, at the Ashtabula County Medical Center, following a brief illness.

Susie was born in Conneaut, April 2, 1931, the daughter of Peter and Mary (DeVecchio) Gurto. She was a 1947 graduate of Conneaut High School. She met, and in 1952, married her late husband, Robert, at St. Mary Church in Conneaut.

Susie worked at Lerner's in Wisconsin, where she resided for several years, and loved to travel the Great Lakes with her husband, Captain Robert Petrovski.

Mrs. Petrovski was a member of St. Mary and St. Frances Cabrini Churches. She enjoyed bingo, traveling, crafts, needlepoint, and volunteering at the gift shop at Brown Memorial Hospital, and spending time with family and friends.

Susie loved to bake and cook for family gatherings, especially the annual "Gurto Family Reunions".

She is survived by a sister, Florence Lewis of Conneaut; five brothers, James V. Gurto of Wexford, PA, Christy Gurto of Palm Beach Gardens, FL, Anthony Gurto of Montpelier, OH, Frank Gurto and Pat Gurto, both of Conneaut; sister-in-law, Lorraine Gurto; and 29 nieces and nephews.

Susie was preceded in death by her parents; husband, Robert in 1987; sisters, Rosie Speer, Mary Moneypenny, and two infant sisters; and a brother, Joseph Gurto.

A Memorial Service will be held on Sunday, August 22, 2004, at 4 p.m. at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor Street, Conneaut.

At the request of the deceased, no calling hours will be observed.

Memorial contributions may be made to the American Cancer Society, with envelopes available at the Funeral Home.

Susie A. Petrovski - Obituary
August 14, 2004 - Ashtabula Star Beacon

CONNEAUT — Susie A. Petrovski, age 73, of Conneaut, OH, died Thursday, August 12, 2004, at the Ashtabula County Medical Center. Funeral arrangements are pending and will be announced by the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor Street, Conneaut, OH.
August 17, 2004 - Ashtabula Star Beacon


CONNEAUT — SUSIE A. PETROVKSI, age 73 of Conneaut, died Thursday, August 12, 2004 at the Ashtabula County Medical Center.

Memorial services will be held on Sunday, August 22, 2004 at 4:00 p.m. at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 HARBOR ST., CONNEAUT.

A complete obituary will be in Thursday's newspaper.

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Remember Me

Remember me when flowers bloom
Early in the spring.
Remember me on sunny days
In the fun that summer brings.

Remember me in the fall,
As you walk through the leaves of gold,
And in the wintertime – Remember me
In the stories that are told.

Remember me, as the sound of laughter,
And my face the moment after.

But most of all remember
Each day – right from the start,
For I will be forever near –
As I live within your heart.

“Though the distance that’s between us in miles
May be quite far,
Today you seem so very close because,
In thoughts, you are.”

Susie Petrovski

Missed by Family & Friends

Aunt Sue passed away at 6:40PM.  I would like to share something about Aunt Sue now.  She was my first babysitter.  Sharen August 12, 2005

I remember Aunt Sue as being very confident and self assured, but she was never  arrogant or a snob. - Joe Gurto August 13, 2005

I was just taking time to reflect on my memories of the day Aunt Sue died.  I would like to go into detail.  Aunt Sue was at the family reunion on Sat. on Sun. she went back into the hosp. and never came home.  While she was home for a few days before going back into the hosp. She had Uncle Jim over to the condo to look at her grandfather clock which had stopped working.  He told her he couldn't fix it, it needed parts.  After he left she went over to the clock and tried to move the hands to get it to work, but nothing happened.  Anyway she went back into the hosp.  She went into a coma and only came out of it once.  The day she died I was sitting next to her and she was making a noise(trying to say something) like OH! OH!  not the pain kind of sound but more like Ok now I understand.  Aunt Effie, Aunt Lorraine, Uncle Frank, Uncle Jim, Uncle Pat, Aunt Gayle and Sherry where there.  Aunt Lorraine took Aunt Effie home to get a few things(she had been staying at the hosp. the whole time). Aunt Lorraine was going to bring her back later and stay with her,  Pam Miller had stayed the night before.(the nurses didn't want Aunt Effie to be alone with Aunt Sue any more.)  Anyway After Auntie Lorraine and Aunt Effie left,  Uncle Frank left, then Uncle Jim left.  Aunt Gayle,  Uncle Pat and Sherry stayed for a little while longer.  They too finally left,  when they left I went to the restroom.  When I came back out Aunt Sue had also left.  I always tell everyone that when Uncle Pat walked out she was right behind him. Anyway a few days later I was sitting in the condo and happened to look at the grandfather clock.  The hands had stopped at 6:40 P.M. Aunt Sue had sit the time, and it was the time Aunt Sue walked out of the hosp. for her final trip. 




Frank Gurto Sr.


Sep. 11, 1933 - Jan. 15, 2006
Age 72
Frank had Stomach Cancer

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I'd rather take,
No matter where it's going.

Frank Gurto - Obituary
January 17, 2006 - Star Beacon


CONNEAUT -- Frank Gurto, age 72, of Conneaut, OH, died Sunday, January 15, 2006, at his residence following a short illness with cancer.

Frank was born in Conneaut on September 11, 1933, the son of Peter and Mary (Delveccio) Gurto. He attended Conneaut High and then went to work for the former Nickel Plate Railroad.

He enlisted in the United States Army and proudly served his country until his Honorable discharge in 1956. He remained in the Army Reserves until 1962. Frank returned to Conneaut and worked again for the Nickel Plate and later Norfolk and Southern Railroad until his retirement from the maintenance department in 1993.

Frank was a member of St. Frances Cabrini Roman Catholic Church, American Legion Cowle Post #151, the Kiwanis Club, Conneaut Eagles, and the VFW.

He enjoyed gardening, remodeling, and woodworking. He loved to help others; his door was always open to all his family and friends. He especially loved the Gurto family reunion each and every year.

Frank was preceded in death by his parents; a brother, Joseph Gurto; three sisters, Mary Moneypenny, Rosie Speer, and Susie Petrovski; and grandchildren, Rose Best and Adriel Gurto.

He is survived by three sons, Frank Gurto, Darwin Gurto and Darrell Peterson, all of Conneaut; a daughter, Kimberly Angelbrandt of Michigan; grandchildren, Joshua and Justin Gurto, Daniel Oliver, Loretta Teneyuke, Angela Ramey, Frank McMahon, Nathan Gurto, Matthew Gurto, Kelly Gurto, and Joshua Peterson; great-grandchildren, Tara Best, Cheyenne Gurto, Jeremiah Gurto, Cierra Oliver, Katrina Oliver, Bianca Oliver, Caleb Felger, Kimberly Felger, Alyssa Ramey, and Aidan Ramey; four brothers, Christy and Peggy Gurto of West Palm Beach, Florida, James and BAnn Gurto of Wexford, Pennsylvania, Anthony and Lucile Gurto of Montpelier, Ohio, and Pat and Gayle Gurto of Conneaut; and one sister, Florence (Effie) Lewis of Conneaut.

At the request of Frank himself, there will be no calling hours.

A Memorial Mass will be held at St. Frances Cabrini Roman Catholic Church later this summer. Burial will take place at St. Joseph Cemetery, Conneaut.

Memorial contributions can be made to Cancer Research. Envelopes will be available at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor Street, Conneaut, Ohio 44030, where arrangements are being handled.

Thank you for this wonderful website and for adding Uncle Frank's picture and his death notice.  We will all miss him very much  He was so kind and generous and such a hard working person - all those years on the railroad.  I always wished my yard looked half as good as his did, all the flowers and a little garden to boot.  I pray that he didn't suffer in the end.  I have good and happy memories of seeing him at last year's reunion.  I think he wanted all of us to remember the good times and not the last 6 months.

Diane Vorse - January 18th, 2006

Uncle Frank was a kind, quiet man . . . very similar to me to Grandpa Gurto.  He would sit quietly in his patio, looking at his garden and always open his home to visitors.  He was one of only two members of the family who attended every one of the Gurto Family Reunions, it is only fitting that he be remembered around the time of the reunion.  Rest in Peace, Uncle Frank, we will miss you.

Joe Gurto - January 18, 2006

Bob Burford


Sep. 5, 1951 - Feb. 26, 2006
Age 54
Bob had
Liver Disease

Forever Young
-Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
and let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
And may you stay
Forever young

Bob Burford - Obituary
February 28, 2006 -

Robert G. Burford

Robert G. Burford, 54, of Greensburg, died Sunday, Feb. 26, 2006, at home, after a courageous five-year battle against liver disease. Born Sept. 5, 1951, in Pittsburgh, he was the son of the late Charles J. and Jean Lingelbaugh Burford. He was a former employee of FireDEX of Pittsburgh, where he worked as a senior estimator. Bob was an active member in the community and instrumental in the development of the West Point Little League. He coached and managed baseball teams for over 10 years and was recently honored by the WPLL Board with the naming of a field in his honor, recognizing his many contributions to the league. Bob also coached and managed the West Point American Legion baseball team. He was also involved with the Boy Scouts of America for many years with his sons. He was a member of many professional organizations related to the insurance industry and served as a vice president of the Pennsylvania Claims Association. Bob was an avid downhill skier, a member and former officer of the Shenandoah Ski Club. He was a motorcycle enthusiast and a member of the Latrobe Harley Owners Group. His love for riding took him on trips all over the country. He was also a charter member of the Mountain View Inn Bocce League and co-champion with partner Mark Morelli. He was a member of Charter Oak United Methodist Church and former member of Ingomar United Methodist Church. He is survived by his wife of 30 years, Nancy L. Gurto Burford; two sons, Daniel Jackson Burford, of Columbia, S.C., and David Vincent Burford, a student at West Virginia University; two sisters, Barbara Austen and husband, Thomas, of Sigel, Pa., and Lynn Henry and husband, Michael, of Pittsburgh; in-laws, James and Elizabeth Gurto, of Wexford; two sisters-in-law, Janice White and husband, David, of Dallas, Texas, and Patricia Kolling and husband, Joseph, of Pittsburgh; numerous nieces; and a nephew. He will be remembered for his love of life, sense of humor and generous spirit. Family and friends will be received from 3 to 8 p.m. Thursday at Mountain View Inn, Route 30 East, in the Hunt Room. A memorial service will be held in celebration of Bob's life at 11 a.m. Saturday at Ingomar United Methodist Church, 1501 W. Ingomar Road, Pittsburgh, with Dr. Duane Morford and Dr. David Eversdyke co-officiating. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the family to offset medical expenses or to the UPMC/Starzl Transplantation Institute, Medical Arts Building, Suite 400, 3708 Fifth Ave., Pittsburgh, PA 15213-3405, in memory of Bob. Arrangements by the CLEMENT L. PANTALONE FUNERAL HOME INC., 409 W. Pittsburgh St., Greensburg, .


Rocky Ulrich


Apr. 1, 1970 - Aug. 25, 2006
Age 36
Rocky was robbed and killed

Here in our little kitchen I looked out the window and
I studied my father's embarrassed young man's face.
sheepish grin, he held in one hand a string
of spiny yellow perch, in the other
a bottle of Budweiser Beer.

In jeans and denim shirt, he leans
against the front fender of a 1994 Ford.
He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity,
Wear his old hat cocked over his ear.
All his life my father wanted to be bold.

But the eyes give him away, and the hands
that limply offer the string of dead perch
and the bottle of beer.  Father, I love you,
yet, as much as I’d like to, how can I say thank you?

-adapted from a poem by Raymond Carver


ROBERT (ROCKY) J. ULRICH, JR., age 36 of West Springfield, PA, was found dead off McKee Road in Conneaut Township, PA., August 24, 2006.

    Rocky was born April 1, 1970 in Erie, PA the son of Robert J. Ulrich, Sr. and Barbara Mitchell.    He attended Girard High School and later went on to work as a State Inspector at Jensen's Auto Service in Fairview, PA. 
    Rocky loved working on cars and was also a former little league baseball coach.  He enjoyed traveling and spending time with his family and children.
    He was preceded in death by his maternal grandmother, Evelyn Ulrich and paternal grandparents, Harold and Martha Mitchell.
    He is survived by his parents, Robert J. Ulrich, Sr. of Newport Richie, Florida and Barbara Mitchell of Palm Bay, Florida; his wife, Brandy Gurto Ulrich of West Springfield, Pa, whom he married September 5, 1992 at St. Mary Church in Conneaut; a daughter, Kristen Ulrich and two sons, Rocky, III and Corey Ulrich all of West Springfield; a brother, Larry Mitchell of Palm Bay, Florida; a sister, Lynda Ulrich of Melbourne, Florida and Leslie Mitchell of Conneautville, PA; and several nieces and nephews.
    Calling hours will be held on Friday, September 1, 2006 from 12:00 Noon until 1:00 p.m. at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor St., Conneaut. 
    Graveside service will be held on Friday, September 1, 2006 at 1:30 p.m. at St. Joseph Cemetery, Conneaut, with Father David officiating.
    Memorial contributions can be made to Rocky's family to help with expenses, envelopes will be available at the funeral home.

Anthony Gurto

Dec. 11, 1927 - Nov. 4, 2006
Age 78
Tony had
Myelodysplastic Syndrome and prostate cancer


Anthony (Tony) Gurto, age 78 formerly of Conneaut, died Saturday evening, November 4, 2006 at Community Hospital and Wellness Center in Bryan, Ohio.  Tony was born December 11, 1927 in Conneaut, the son of Peter and Mary (DelVeccio) Gurto.  Tony was a 1945 graduate of Conneaut High School and went on to work at Nickel Plate Railroad.  He then enlisted in the United States Army where he proudly served in the Korean Conflict until he was honorably discharged in 1952 and then served in the Army Reserve until 1956.  He went back to work at Nickel Plate Railroad for a total of fourteen years.  Tony also worked for the former Allied Resinous Company for a short while.  He worked for Union Carbide Linde Air Division as an instrument man until his retirement in 1991.

Tony was a member of East Conneaut United Methodist Church and the Family Fellowship Sunday School Class.  He served as a church Trustee and Chairman of the Building Committee.  He was very instrumental in helping to design the plans for the current church where he spent much of his own time and volunteer work.  Tony was a lifelong member of Conneaut until he moved to Montpelier, Ohio in 1994 where he attended Bridgewater Community Church.  He was a former member of the Conneaut Elks Club, the Evergreen Masonic Lodge, and Lions Club of Montpelier.  He also was involved with Conneaut Music Boosters serving on various committees.

Tony was an exceptional carpenter.  In his younger years, he helped to build several homes, including his own, in the Conneaut area.  On the side, he also worked doing house additions and carpentry work.  He always loved building and designing solid hardwood furniture for friends and family.  He was famous for saying, “Just draw up what you want and I’ll build it for you.” 

Tony enjoyed watching the Cleveland Indians, Browns, and the Ohio State Buckeyes, yard work and gardening, freezing and canning fruits and vegetables, watching old western movies, playing Phase Ten, and vacationing in Florida during the winter months.  He was very proud of his Italian heritage and attending the Annual Gurto Family Reunion.  He especially loved his grandchildren and watching them grow up. 

Tony was preceded in death by his parents; his first wife Ellen (Eccleston) Gurto whom he married December 27, 1952; two brothers Joe and Frank Gurto; sisters Rosie Speer, Mary Moneypenny, and Suzie Petrovski, and infant sisters Filomena and Mary.

He is survived by his second wife, Lucile (Waterston) Gurto whom he married October 29, 1994; a daughter, Dana (and Joe) Raisian of Conneaut; two sons, David Gurto of Conneaut, and Dale (and Letty) Gurto of Oceanside, CA; four grandchildren, Toni and Jeff Raisian, and Christopher and Casey Gurto, all of Conneaut; a sister Florence (Effie) Lewis of Conneaut; three brothers, James (and B-Ann) Gurto of Wexford, PA, Christy (and Peggy) Gurto of West Palm Beach, Florida, and Pat (and Gayle) Gurto of Conneaut; brother-in-law and sister-in-law Howard and Elinor Eccleston of Conneaut; several nieces and nephews; step children Robert (and Robin) Lambright of Wauseon, Ohio, William (and Teresa) Lambright of Morenci, Michigan, Michael (and Alexa) Lambright of Archbold, Ohio, Marcia (and Ron) Nagucki or Whitehouse, Ohio, and Janette (and Wesley) Wagner of Bryan, Ohio; and several step-grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday, November 8, 2006 at the East Conneaut United Methodist Church, 809 Furnace Road, with Reverend Paula Marbury officiating.  Burial will follow at St Joseph Cemetery in Conneaut. 

Calling hours will be held from 5:00 to 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday, November 7, 2006 at the RAISIAN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 581 Harbor Street.

Memorial contributions can be made to East Conneaut United Methodist Church or Bridgewater Community Church in Montpelier.  Envelopes will be available at the funeral home.


Here is the poem Toni Rae read at the funeral for my dad.
To My Dearest Family:
Some things I'd like to say, but first of all to let you know that I
arrived okay

I'm writing this from Heaven, where I dwell with God above
Where there's no more tears or sadness, there is just eternal love

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night

That day I had to leave you when my life on Earth was through
God picked me up and hugged me and He said I welcome you

It's good to have you back again you were missed while you were gone
As for your dearest family they'll be here later on

Then God gave me a list of things He wished for me to do
And foremost on that list of mine is to watch and care for you

And I will be beside you every day and week and year
And when you're sad I'm standing there to wipe away the tear

And when you lie in bed at night, the day’s chores put to flight
God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night

When you think of my life on Earth and all those loving years
Because you're only human they are bound to bring you tears

But do not be afraid to cry it does relieve the pain
Remember there would be no flowers unless there was some rain

When you are walking down the street and you've got me on your mind
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind

And when you feel the gentle breeze or the wind upon your face
That’s me giving you a great big hug or just a soft embrace

And when it's time for you to go from that body to be free
Remember you're not going; you are coming here to me

And I will always love you from that land way up above
We’ll be in touch again soon
P.S. God sends His Love

Doug Ward



Nov. 21, 1961 - Sep. 18, 2007
Age  - 45
Doug had Liver Cancer

Douglas F. Ward, age 45, passed away after a short battle with cancer on September 18, 2007.

He was born in Bucyrus, Ohio, grew up in Tallmadge and lived in Suffield for the last 18 years. Douglas most recently owned DFW Industries, prior to that he worked in sales for Industrial Tube and Steel. Douglas was a member of the Mogadore Moose Lodge #1082. He loved motorcycles and boating on Lake Erie with his family.

Preceded in death by his father, John, he is survived by his wife of 23 years, Brenda; daughter, Toni; son, Luke; mother, Maxine Ward; sister, Wendy (Bill) Howd; niece and nephew, Joy and Jordan Howd; brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law and many other nieces and, nephews.

Memorial service Saturday, 11 a.m., at the Hopkins Lawver MOGADORE Funeral Home, 34 S. Cleveland Avenue, with Father Edward R. Wieczorek officiating. Private burial at the convenience of the family. Friends may call at the funeral home from 3 to 8 p.m. Friday and one hour prior to the service on Saturday. The family suggests memorials to the American Cancer Society, 525 North Broad Street, Canfield, Ohio 44406, or the Palliative Care Unit, 444 N. Main Street, Akron, Ohio 44310.

(Hopkins Lawver, Mogadore,

Published in the Akron Beacon Journal on 9/20/2007.