The Simoni family has graciously given permission to post Dick's obituary here:
RICHARD "DICK" P. SIMONI Died Tuesday, July 12, 2005, in Pioneer at the age of 57 years. He was born April 9, 1948, to Frank and Verna Simoni in San Francisco. He grew up in Belmont, California, and graduated from Carlmont High School in 1966. Dick lived in Redwood City from 1979 until 2002, when he moved to Amador County. He worked selling office supplies for 45 years. He enjoyed fishing, shooting, outdoors, camping and astronomy. He is survived by his wife of 30 years, Ursula Simoni of Murphys; daughters, Anita Simoni of Half Moon Bay, California, Candace Bender and her husband, Brian, of Lodi, and Melodie Simoni of Santa Barbara; father, Frank Simoni of Belmont, California; sister, Judy Simoni of Belmont, California; brother, Ken Simoni, and his wife, Lynda, of Jackson; nieces and nephew, Salina, Marry and Kenny Simoni, all of Jackson. He was preceded in death by his mother, Verna Simoni, in 1996. A private family memorial service was held Saturday, July 16, at Daneri Mortuary Chapel in Jackson. Inurnment will be private. Memorial contributions may be made to the National Kidney Foundation, 553 Pilgrim Dr., Suite C, Foster City, CA 94404. Condolences may be offered to the family at danerimortuary @sbcglobal.net. Arrangements are being handled by Daneri Mortuary in Jackson, (209) 223-0793.
WOW! I didn't know this! Dick was a really good guy and I knew his wife Ursula also. I last ran into him years ago in Redwood City. My condolances to Urusla and his family!
Wow, what a major bummer to hear that Dick passed away! We were best friends back at Barrett. We were constantly playing around the creek area near his house and riding bikes all over Belmont. My favorite memory of Dick was one day he says, "Hey, I made a little bomb. Let's go up to Waterdog Lake and set it off." Sounded like a good idea at the time so we rode up on our bikes and when we get there he pulls out this thing consisting of several CO2 cartridges and some other wires and things (I was never handy at building bombs so I have no idea really what was gonna make this thing work). Dick wanted to see if his bomb could make a rock fly up into the air so he goes over to the edge of the lake and sets the bomb under a rock which was maybe around 9-10 inches in diameter, lights it off and comes running towards me yelling "Take cover!" So as he rushed by me, I turned and followed him as he dove behind a little knoll. As we hit the ground I started to take a peak over the knoll and he says, "Keep your head down!" And then KA-BOUIE!!! I thought me ears were gonna explode. And then we hear a strange sound. As we peaked up over the knoll, the surface of Waterdog looked like it was being hit by a thunderstorm- instead it was a million bits of dirt and rock that had been flung up into the air that came raining down on it on this day. And that rock that Dick put the bomb on was nowhere to be found. Here's to a great prankster with a phenominal sense of humor, and just a great guy all around.
Nancy Eranosian
The Simoni family has graciously given permission to post Dick's obituary here:
RICHARD "DICK" P. SIMONI Died Tuesday, July 12, 2005, in Pioneer at the age of 57 years. He was born April 9, 1948, to Frank and Verna Simoni in San Francisco. He grew up in Belmont, California, and graduated from Carlmont High School in 1966. Dick lived in Redwood City from 1979 until 2002, when he moved to Amador County. He worked selling office supplies for 45 years. He enjoyed fishing, shooting, outdoors, camping and astronomy. He is survived by his wife of 30 years, Ursula Simoni of Murphys; daughters, Anita Simoni of Half Moon Bay, California, Candace Bender and her husband, Brian, of Lodi, and Melodie Simoni of Santa Barbara; father, Frank Simoni of Belmont, California; sister, Judy Simoni of Belmont, California; brother, Ken Simoni, and his wife, Lynda, of Jackson; nieces and nephew, Salina, Marry and Kenny Simoni, all of Jackson. He was preceded in death by his mother, Verna Simoni, in 1996. A private family memorial service was held Saturday, July 16, at Daneri Mortuary Chapel in Jackson. Inurnment will be private. Memorial contributions may be made to the National Kidney Foundation, 553 Pilgrim Dr., Suite C, Foster City, CA 94404. Condolences may be offered to the family at danerimortuary @sbcglobal.net. Arrangements are being handled by Daneri Mortuary in Jackson, (209) 223-0793.
Ian Cooke
WOW! I didn't know this! Dick was a really good guy and I knew his wife Ursula also. I last ran into him years ago in Redwood City. My condolances to Urusla and his family!
George Kourkouliotis/Corcoleotes (Kourkouliotis)
Wow, what a major bummer to hear that Dick passed away! We were best friends back at Barrett. We were constantly playing around the creek area near his house and riding bikes all over Belmont. My favorite memory of Dick was one day he says, "Hey, I made a little bomb. Let's go up to Waterdog Lake and set it off." Sounded like a good idea at the time so we rode up on our bikes and when we get there he pulls out this thing consisting of several CO2 cartridges and some other wires and things (I was never handy at building bombs so I have no idea really what was gonna make this thing work). Dick wanted to see if his bomb could make a rock fly up into the air so he goes over to the edge of the lake and sets the bomb under a rock which was maybe around 9-10 inches in diameter, lights it off and comes running towards me yelling "Take cover!" So as he rushed by me, I turned and followed him as he dove behind a little knoll. As we hit the ground I started to take a peak over the knoll and he says, "Keep your head down!" And then KA-BOUIE!!! I thought me ears were gonna explode. And then we hear a strange sound. As we peaked up over the knoll, the surface of Waterdog looked like it was being hit by a thunderstorm- instead it was a million bits of dirt and rock that had been flung up into the air that came raining down on it on this day. And that rock that Dick put the bomb on was nowhere to be found. Here's to a great prankster with a phenominal sense of humor, and just a great guy all around.