Married:  Mandy (deceased)  

Children:  Elizabeth, Peter

Education:  University of Southern California

Career:   Owner of Clarke Marine Insurance Agency 

It is with a sad heart that Clarke Marine Insurance Agency announces the passing of its founder, Jim Reed, on Saturday, April 17th, at the age of 68.

Jim purchased Clarke Marine from his uncle, John Clarke, in the late 1970s. At the time of purchase, the company was simply a yacht brokerage. Over the years, Jim and his team grew Clarke Marine to what he always referred to as “unimaginable lengths.” Clarke Marine now operates across the entire United States and Europe, insuring everything from boats and homes to high-rise commercial buildings.

Jim was born and raised in Fullerton, California. He attended Servite High School and went on to graduate from the University of Southern California, where he was a member of the Kappa Alpha Order and the Trojan Knights. He and his late wife, Mandy, eventually settled in Newport Beach, California, where they had their daughter, Elizabeth, in 1981 and their son, Peter, in 1985. Throughout his life, Jim was a proud member of the Hoag Hospital 552 Club, the USC Scholarship Club, and the Newport Harbor Nautical Museum. And, most recently he served as the Risk Management Chair for the Diocese of Orange.

Jim’s passions in life were vintage car racing, motorcycles, USC football, good wine, his friends, and most importantly his children and grandchildren. Jim was a beloved friend of many in the Trojan family and he will always be remembered for his optimistic, jovial and giving spirit. He leaves behind a large and loving family, including his brothers, Bill, Tom, Scott, and Mike, his sister, Beth, his daughter, Elizabeth (and her wife, Stephanie), his son, Peter (and his wife, Natalie), along with his grandchildren Beau (3), Georgia (1), and Holden (5 weeks).

The company is in good hands moving forward, as Jim’s son, Peter, has been actively involved with Jim for the past few years in running Clarke Marine as part of a planned succession. Peter brings an extremely positive attitude and an unmatched determination to continue his father’s legacy in providing exemplary personalized service to each client. Clarke Marine is supported by an experienced veteran staff that share Peter’s and Jim’s vision for the future of the company.

“It is my honor and duty to dedicate my work to the man who taught me how to be an honest, humble, and hard-working individual. He was my father, best friend, business partner, and mentor. Our goals of growing the company to great lengths remain intact. I have a high degree of confidence in the team my father and I have built together. The knowledge and principles he instilled in me will ensure a dedicated and transparent relationship with our clients. I look forward to making my father proud and doing great things knowing he’ll be guiding me along the way.”

Married: Arabella  Oviedo, September 20, 1986  

Son:  Warren  October 24, 1991

Education:  Long Beach State University

    Georgetown University Dental School

Career:  Dentist,  National Health Service Corps

Tucson, Arizona

Obituary

Greg was born in Long Beach, California to Carter and Virginia LaChance. He attended St. Pius V Catholic School, Servite High School, Long Beach State University and Georgetown University Dental School.  Greg was loving, precocious and compassionate while growing up.  He loved sports and played baseball, football, basketball, and weather permitting, he would go surfing any time.

After graduating dental school, the National Health Service Corp led Greg to El Rio Dental Clinic in Tucson, Arizona.  He was hired full time and for 40 years practiced community-based dentistry at the clinic.  It was at El Rio that he met and fell in love with Arabella.  They married September 20, 1986.  On October 24, 1991, their son Warren was born.  He was a very proud, loving and involved father.  He supported Warren in every way including basketball.  His love of basketball was instilled in Warren and they shared wonderful times enjoying the game.  Greg also passed on his musical talents to Warren teaching him to play the piano when he was months old.  Greg’s abundance of love extended beyond Arabella and Warren.  He embraced Arabella’s siblings as if they were his own and they embraced him as well.  They enjoyed being together so much that their yearly trip to Greg’s favorite place, Disneyland, often included Arabella’s sisters, brother, their spouses and children.  It was quite the family affair. 

In his early years Greg knew that dentistry was his calling and he loved working in Public Health.  He was promoted to El Rio’s Dental Director and during his tenure expanded the dental clinic from one to seven.   He was passionate about helping the underprivileged and homeless in his community.  His passion and charismatic personality helped him to secure millions in donations and grants to develop the Pediatric Integrated Program.  He traveled the country promoting Public Health Care and passed his passion onto many dentist and resident dentist.  He established the adult and pediatric dental residency programs that influenced the careers of countless dentists.  He was also an expert advisor for Safety Net Solutions and co-authored a booklet on dentistry and dental care that is used nationwide.

During his career at El Rio, he mentored many interns and residents.  He was a kind, gentle and humble leader always willing to give any direction that was needed without making someone feel small. With his passion and motivation, he created a solid work environment, creating quite the family atmosphere among the employees.  They respected him and were devoted.  Greg’s door was always open and through the work of his mentees his teachings will continue to impact the Tucson community for years to come.

When God sent Greg to this earth, he knew he had created a man who would follow in Jesus’ footsteps. Aiding the sick and poor.  Helping to educate others to follow the path of compassion and decency.  He has impacted so many lives and was an inspiration to all he had contact with.  He displayed genuine care and respect for others.  Dr. Gregory La Chance will be profoundly missed by all who had the pleasure of meeting him. God Bless You Greg.  May the angels be with you and wrap you in their wings.

Married: Gayle E. D’Angelo, 1985

Sons: Michael & David

Education: California State University at Fullerton

Career: Federal Express

John “Jack” D. Cvengros, 64, of Glastonbury, Connecticut, passed away on Friday, May 11, 2018 at Hartford Hospital following a long illness. Born in Appleton, Wisconsin on June 30, 1953, Jack was the youngest of five children of the late Stephen and Florence (Verbrick) Cvengros. The family moved from Wisconsin to Southern California in 1955, settling in Fullerton. Jack graduated from Servite High School (Class of 1971) in Anaheim and then California State University at Fullerton where he studied sociology. In 1983, he met Gayle E. D’Angelo and they married on January 5th, 1985. Jack and Gayle lived with their two children, Michael and David in Riverside, California before moving to Glastonbury, Connecticut in 1997.  For over 20 years he worked as a Courier for Federal Express, before retiring in the fall of 2017 after becoming ill. He loved being outdoors, watching baseball, golf, horse racing, and gardening with his wife. His family will always remember his cooking and baking skills, and the laughter around the kitchen table. His wonderful sense of humor, infectious laughter, and constant dependability will be profoundly missed by all those who were blessed to have known him. Though our hearts break due to the loss of such a wonderful man from our lives, we are comforted in knowing that he is finally free from the suffering that marked his final year on this earth. Jack is survived by his beloved wife of 33 years, Gayle; his two sons, Michael and David; daughter-in-law, Lindsey; his two granddaughters, Zoey and Gwendolyn; his sisters Mary Ellen Johnson, Lynn Lewis and Jean Baker; his brother, Robert Cvengros; many nieces and nephews and numerous lifelong friends. He is preceded in death by his parents, Stephen and Florence

Married: Maria Piscopo, 1997

Son: FIrst Deveze Doyle

Education: University of San Francisco

Career: Quantum Physicist

Patrick O. Doyle was born on June 3, 1953 in Milwaukee, WI and died in August of 2020 from Pancreatic adenocarcinoma. The oldest of 6 children, Patrick enjoyed chemistry, physics, software engineering, astronomy, science fiction and gardening. After attending University of San Francisco, he moved to Southern California. He was married to Sandy Deveze and their son, First Deveze Doyle, was born in 1986.

He was employed as a software developer for 40 years in jobs for laboratory instrumentation, graphics, healthcare, electronics, insurance, tax compliance, transportation, aerospace and defense industries but asked that his final career title be quantum physicist.

Pat and Maria Piscopo were married in 1997 and he was an active member of his community and church, First Congregational Church of Anaheim.

He is greatly missed by his wife, Maria Elena Doyle and his son, First Deveze Doyle. Patrick was pre-deceased by his father, William Doyle, and is survived by his mother, Arlene Doyle and siblings, Brandi Speier, Mike Doyle, Teri Nix, Mary MacAdam and Jim Doyle.

Patrick is the loving uncle to 7 nephews, 7 nieces, 7 great nieces, 1 great nephew. He is loved by 2 daughters-of-his-heart and 4 Godchildren.

John Horger was a good friend since 1960 when we met at St. Justin Martyr School in Anaheim, CA. We both attended and graduated from Servite High School in 1971. John was 6'9" and played basketball with me at Servite and went on to play at CSU Fullerton. John was always a skilled craftsman and tinkerer and went on to be a technical repairman and owner of John Stephen Horger Construction based in Crestline, CA. While I drove my "Easy Scooter" to Servite in my senior year, John drove his yellow, souped-up hotrod onto campus and was the envy of his classmates who sought the title of best speedster on the lot. John was a gentle spirit with a big heart and he is sadly missed.

Jerry Flanagan

Mark was born November 18, 1952 1 minute after his twin Michael in Queen of Angels Hospital in LA, CA

He grew up with two  younger sisters who attended many a Servite dance when Mark was a Junior and Senior

Always the nephews' and niece's favorite uncle because Mark never married and remained a devoted and involved uncle.

Graduated io BIochemistry from UCI

employed by Hunt & Wesson CA as a research analyst, moved to state of Tennessee to work on a family orchard farm.

Mark S Nunez recently passed November 14,2018 from respiring failure due to pneumonia. He had been a resident of Big Bear for one year but a frequent visitor to the valley since 1990.  Mark was a member of Calvary Chapel. Although born and raised in Orange County, Ca, Mark moved to Murfreesboro, TN. to help his sister operate their family business, Morning Glory Orchards.  Mark attended Servite High School in Anaheim and graduated from UCI with a degree in Bio-chemistry.  Mark  was an eagle scout and enjoyed the outdoors, boating and waterskiing. He was a product of the muscle car era and loved his desert dirt bike riding. 

Mark is survived by his twin brother, Michael, and his two sisters, Mary Anne and Christina and his nine nieces and nephews. Mark will be fondly remembered for his campfire skits and antics. He entertained us with his story telling, whether a tall tale, factual, the whimsical to the absurd. 

Jim and I grew up in the same neighborhood where he lived at the end of the street. We were very good friends fifth through eighth grade. I remember him as someone who was a lot of fun to be with and also a very good athlete . Where I always had to work hard at sports he was natural athlete, Especially good at baseball and basketball. We had a park behind our house that had a baseball /Football field and a pool. Many memories of Jim and I and many of our other friends especially during the summer just hanging out, Play Marco Polo in the pool, getting kicked out of the pool for the rest of the day 10 minutes before the pool closed for the day, playing baseball, football, climbing the trees that went around the perimeter of the park, shooting people with darts made from magazine paper that we shot from PVC pipe, etc. Jim and I slowly went our separate ways at Servite. I got involved in the aquatic program playing water polo and swimming and he stayed active doing his sports. He was a very quiet member of our class and it probably wasn't till later on that I discovered he was really an introvert. He went on to become an entrepreneur selling various items to national and local retailers. Every time I think about the time we spent together during that period of our life I smile. His little sister Joyce and my little sister Kathy are still good friends. I think for a short while I might've had a crush on his older sister who would babysit us on occasion. I think of him and our many memories every time I drive through the neighborhood we all grew up in.  

• Mike Freeman

Parents:  Joseph and Betty Scavo

Brother to Camilla (Cami) Scavo

Married to Janet( Dederer) Scavo

No children

Education:  grade school at St. Justin, high school at  Servite, collage at Northridge

Professional photographer

This is the eulogy written and read by his wife Janet at his memorial celebration where his ashes were scattered in the deep blue off the stern of Rick Julian’s Aquasition as per his request:

So much to say when someone is gone

And all that was right is suddenly wrong.

And all the things that made them special take on a new meaning.

And those things about Joe were many and varied.

         The tug of his dog on the end of the leash,

his loyal friend by his side till the end.

         The haunting distant sound of a train whistle which always gave him pause.

And his desire to ride the rails to unknown places.

A love of all things train related.

         The pull of a tuna on the end of the line

and the taste of fresh sushi on the deck of the boat with the boys.

         The joy of a good beer, a  martini, or glass of red wine.

         The sound of the music as he moved to the beat......

Banging out the rhythm on the steering wheel.

         Cheering on his Raiders-win or lose-til it sounded like a crowd

even when he was alone......loyal to the end.

          His passion for this country and the freedoms we enjoy.

And his profound respect for those who fight for it.....

till it often moved him to tears.

          His love of speed......in his Callenger (Big Otis)

Or on a bike made for racing on the open road.

His speed and agility on the track as a young man.

          His belief that there is no more beautiful place on Earth

than the well manicured fairways and greens of a golf course.

Always said “this must be God’s favorite pass time.”

           His love and talent for catching a moment in time on film.....

and I do mean film.  He had a profound sense of loss in the digital age,

feeling obsolete because he used to take such pleasure in being in the darkroom.

He used to say” I’ve become the best buggy whip maker in town.” Always the purest.

            His immense joy in his friendships and deep loyalty to those he loved so much.

            His amazing ability to make new friends wherever he went.

            His love of family.....an amazing and patient sister Cami.

And Jim, the quiet rock we couldn’t do without.

His cousins who were such a big part of his life.

His nieces and nephews who love their uncle Joe.

And all his in-laws who loved him from the start.

            His joy of taking a long quiet nap in his favorite place on the lanai in Paradise.

            His enjoyment of a good cigar or pipe with a friend,

or just out on the porch by himself reading a good book.

            His love and connection to his Guide Dog puppies we raised

And his commitment to their higher purpose.

            His love of a good book and a story well told by any author of good science fiction,

fantacy, or history and the hero’s of war.

             His undying thirst for knowledge about anything that took his fancy.

When he would become a quiet expert on the subject,

rarely letting anyone know much he really knew about things from

trains to music, history to Shakespeare, and the stories of battles won and lost.

And his passionate fight to maintain our second amendment rights.

            His love of the open sea—along side his best buddy at the helm of the Aquasition.

Just Ricky and Puddin’ drinking champagne late into the night.

           Which brings us here today......his wish to scattered at sea

from the back of the boat where he spent so many hours of pure joy.

            And as we all know all things must change......so I say to you Joey:

                           Shout all aboard....the train is leaving the station.

                           Take hold of the leash.

                            Cast the line on the pole.

                            Fill up the glass.

                            Turn up the music.

                            Tee up the ball.

                            Light up a cigar.

                            Open a book.

                            And step up to the helm......wherever you are.

                                                                            December 10, 2016

Here is an interview with Joe Scavo which was recorded in October 20ll. Joe recalls his childhood, and adult life and what his Catholic upbringing meant to him.

vimeo.com/494131562

Married: Patty Sweeny

Sons: John, Sean, Paul, Jonathan, Jesse, Michael, Noel

Daughters: Lauren, Patricia

Education: Loyola Marymount University

Career: Entrepreneur & Real Estate Developer

John Paul (51), champion surfer , longtime resident of Huntington Beach, graduate of Servite High School and alumnus of Loyola Marymount University, found eternal peace on January 14, 2005, after a brief illness. John was an entrepreneur and real estate developer. He is survived by his wife Patty and his children: Lauren Sweeny Grantham, John, Sean, Paul, Patricia, Jonathan, Jesse, Michael and Noel. He will be greatly missed by his brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, and aunts and uncles. May perpetual light shine upon him.

Marc and I grew up on the same street – about 8 or 10 houses apart. He had three younger brothers: Bernard, John and Andrew. He was a kind and quiet kid, slow to initiate conversation but chatty once engaged. Always studious, intellectual, warm and open. I remember one summer when we were about 12 or 13 we found some tennis racquets in our garages and went out to play at Savannah – the local high school. It was a fun way to pass the time so the next day we played again. And the next day. We played tennis every day for 9 weeks, until school started in September. Sometimes we would end the day in one of those dizzy fits of giddy exhaustion where everything we said or saw was hilarious and we were choking with laughter. 

In 1976 I was travelling via bicycle/hitchhiking to the Montreal Olympics with my friend Sid Burton (our class, freshman year only) and I knew Marc was attending Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario. So we hitched to his apartment (unannounced, of course), I introduce him to Sid, Marc insisted we stay to the weekend. After we left Sid observed “So Marc carries his share of the pain of genius and insight, doesn’t he?” On the way back we stopped in again. It turned out that Marc and friends were renting a van and driving down to Jersey City to a Dead concert, so Sid and I went along and made our border crossing with them. After the show they dropped us off in Syracuse so we could hitchhike home. That was the last time I saw old Marcky boy. 

Of my friends, his was the first passing to really hit home, a palpable loss that would stay with me. But it is this sort of profound absence that makes the presence of the rest of our friends and loved ones all the sweeter, isn’t it?

- Bill Forbes