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Robert Wheatley | JoAnn Ledford |
Dawn Ziegler | Danny Potter |
I have known "Dr. Bob" since the mid 1980s. He was a teacher, a friend, and a cherished guide. He was someone I could talk to, confide to, and he taught me a great many things. He especially helped me to find a great many things within myself.
Online condolences can be left at the funeral home site for Bob: Gate City Funeral Home
A Grave Memorial (opens new window)
My mother. The one person in my life I can truly say lived a life of
unconditional love, even for those who abused and used her. She spent her
life doing things for others and only rarely thought of herself. She loved
everyone and gave of herself every single day of her life.
She was notorious for rescuing stray animals, collecting books and
stamps, and encouraging me and my brother to do in this life whatever we
would be happy doing. She joined the SCA at my encouragement, though she
only spent the latter years of her life enjoying events in the SCA. During
that time I came to find that she loved pursuing many things in the SCA, I
know that if she had joined earlier she would have excelled at those
things: jewelry making, embroidery, costuming, culinary arts, basket
weaving, and many other things. She wanted to learn them all, I only wish
there had been more time for her to have learned those things.
More than anything else she loved to read, in fact she was obsessive
about books. She raised me on books of all kinds, from fairy tales to
romance and religions from around the world. Together we shared so many
interests that I half wonder if those interests were my own or if I picked
them up after she exposed me to them. She taught me more than anything I
could ever learn in school, and those lessons will last my entire life.
She is my inspiration, my muse, my sounding board and my idol. Through her
I have seen and have learned to live each day with compassion,
understanding, love, kindness, and a deep reverence for all beings
inhabiting our world.
Todd McCaffrey's special words for Dawn
Website dedicated to Dawn, by her sister,
Robin. Includes: What Happened and a collection of memories, photos and
other wonderful pages
Dawn's Photos (Click Photo to enlarge. Hit the backspace to come back to
I met Dawn when she joined us at Telgar Weyr 12th Pass. Her love of
writing inspired me to write even more! Her gift of friendship inspired me
to cherish every memory I have of her. She's the one who dragged me into
NaNoWriMo and because of Dawn I make the NaNo attempt every year. Someday
I'll finish all of the books I've begun and it will be because she had
faith in me. Dawn created heroes in her stories and she was a hero in real
life - she gave her life to save her baby "Strider". She is
missed by many who though heartbroken at her passing will always remember
her as a hero, a friend and a great writer. Go to the memorial site (link
above) to check our her writings and photos of her and her babies Strider
She was too young to leave this world, only in her 30's. She was an
amazing person and one I, and many many others, were blessed in having as
1953 - 2003
Late Saturday on November 1, 2003, our good friend Danny Potter passed away. Danny was a warm man and a faithful benefactor of Celtic music throughout the South. His involvement in area Celtic music projects was far deeper than we can give him credit, including bringing Seven Nations and the Tannahill Weavers to our area on occasion - but Danny also was very involved in charitable work and historical preservation through the Watauga Historical Society. An enduring legacy of his hard work has been the continuation of the Jonesborough - Sycamore Shoals Celtic Festival. We're thankful that Danny got to see this year's event in good health, and to enjoy the most incredible line-up he'd ever put together for Sycamore Shoals. We're thankful for the time we had with our friend. He is sorely missed.
Born in Knoxville, Tenn., Danny obtained his master's degree at ETSU.
He worked at Greene Valley Development Center for 28 years. He was the founder and coordinator of the Jonesborough Celtic Festival and the Sycamore Shoals Celtic Festival.
He was a member of the Scottish American Military Society, Sons of Confederate Veterans, Society for Creative Anachronism, MENSA, Clan Colquhoun, Tennessee State Educators Association, American Civil Liberties Union, National Arbor Day Foundation, National Eagle Scout Association, St. John's Episcopal Church, 78th Frasier's Highlanders, St. Andrews Society, Clanna-n-Alba, Kingdom Raknar, Bird Clan of the Free Cherokee of Eastern Alabama, Celtic American Association of Northeast Tennessee.
He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Jim and Josie Potter and Gordon and Ethel Pack.
He is survived by his parents, Ray and Mary Potter, of Powell, Tenn.; brothers, Tim and wife Mona of Elizabethton; Scott and wife Jozelle, of Powell; sisters Gerry Williams and husband, Ray, of Corryton; Cathy Price and husband, Bob, of Powell; nephews Jesse Potter, Jonathan Potter and nieces Nikki Potter, Lyndsay and Raysha Williams, and many very devoted and special friends. Memorial services are to be held at 3 p.m. on Sunday, November 9, 2003 at Millennium Convention Center, Johnson City. The family will receive friends from 1 to 3 p.m. Sunday, followed by the Celebration of Life. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the American Diabetes Association, WETS Radio Station, or the Boy Scouts of America. Snyder's Funeral Home, 5923 Kingsport Highway, Gray, TN is in charge of arrangements.
I knew Tony in high school. He was one of my closest friends. We shared
the same hopes, dreams and goals, and we found in each other a bond that
withstands time and distance.
I had gotten home from working a graveyard shift and my mother told me
of his passing. She related to me what Tony's mother said... "he said
to make sure she told Tina", and that was said during the last
moments of his life. That was the gift Tony gave to me - our friendship
which would surpass even death. In fact, when I was told all this I
stepped outside and was crying while my heart was breaking and I could
actually feel his presence nearby as he tried to lift away my sorrow. I
have felt his presence several times since then, always loving, always
comforting and always bright and filled with our bond of friendship.
Tony was only beginning his life when he passed - he was in his early