People I’m Looking For
I’m trying to locate some people from my past. Below each name, I’ve written down the last place I saw them/heard they were and other memories I have of them. Maybe that will help distinguish them from others out there with the same names.
***If you are one of these people, or have information that could help me find them, please click “Comment” below and leave some information.
Allison Ashley
Allison lived in Gig Harbor and part-way through attending Gig Harbor High School, she moved to Katy, Texas. I went to visit her once while in high school (junior year, I think). That’s the last time I saw her. From there, it gets hazy. She told me later on that she was pregnant and had a child towards the end of high school or right afterwards. I don’t think she was married. Her parents and her younger sibilings later moved to Florida (I think), and her mother ended up taking Allison’s child with them when they moved. The last time I heard from Alison, she was living with a guy in Abilene, Texas. Also, if memory serves me correctly, I think she was in nursing school.
Steve Shockley
Steve lived in Norman, Oklahoma, and graduated from Norman High School in 1994. We didn’t really know each other until the end of high school. To this day, I can’t recollect how we met. He knew Jeanine Combs (I think they went to the same church?), and I knew her via a boyfriend at the time. Maybe that’s how we met?
Anyway, Steve and I hit it off real well and seemed to share the same sense of humor. He always made me laugh and feel comfortable. Steve came out to visit me while I was attending the University of Washington (the only person to visit besides Shu!) and that’s the last time I saw him. He lived in Great Falls, Montana for some time. He was in the Navy, I think, and worked for a while as a cook. Soon after he came out to visit me in Seattle, he moved to the east coast someplace and I lost contact soon afterwards. He’d call here and there looking for me, and I’d call back and get disconnected numbers, people who said they’d give him the message, or people who didn’t know him.
Jeanine Combs (Jeanine Combs-Fuller now?)
Jeanine and I met because our boyfriends at the time ran together, biked together, trained together…you get the picture. We first got to know each other by hanging out in the middle of the football field while they ran around on the track. It took us a long time to get friendly with each other, as I remember it. She went to Community Christian School in north Norman, so the only time I saw her was on double dates.
I stayed with her and her family a couple of times when I was in town during college years. My mom and I didn’t get along well, so staying there was a good alternative. We hung out together and even went on a trip to Kona together one time. I visited her in California when she was going to a Christian school there, but I don’t remember the name of it or where it was. If you’re out there, Jeanine, I’d like to say hello and know what you’ve been up to since Durango!
Angie (or Angela) Hart
Angie and I met while attending Intermountain Christian School, in Salt Lake City, Utah, during 4th grade. It’s hard to remember many specifics. Still, I remember being totally girly and silly with her. We always laughed and had a good time and had each other’s backs. Right after the 4th grade school year was over, I moved to Gig Harbor, Washington. This move was really hard because I had established some great friendships at the Christian school. Mainly, I missed Angela. She and I wrote each other frequently, sent pictures, and sometimes talked over the phone.
Fast forward to 19?? (sometime between ‘89-’92). We had kept in contact all those years that went by. She was then living in Las Vegas, Nevada. Luckily I could travel easily, so I went to spend a long weekend with her. What a strange experience that was! Las Vegas opened my eyes to how people change over time. Angie was never shy when I knew her in Utah — but in my eyes, she had broken her old mold during this trip! She had an older, steady boyfriend. I remember driving around Las Vegas in someone’s car with her. Her mother wasn’t home much while I was there. It was just so surreal. After not seeing someone for so long, and then being dunked into their world (which was quite different from mine at the time), my head was spinning. Not too long after that, maybe sometime in the next year or two, I lost touch with her. The last time I heard from her she enclosed a picture of she and her sister in San Diego.
If I remember anything else, I’ll post it. Angie, I’d love to know where you are and how your life has been.