02/27/2003

The following is a compilation of profiles of some of those who died in The Station fire last week and obituaries of fire victims submitted to The Providence Journal.

Some profiles contain obituary information.

Teacher Abbie Hoisington, 28, 'expected the best' for pupils
Abbie L. Hoisington's students say it the best.

"She taught us about honesty, confidence, kindness and respect for one another and ourselves," said one.

"She cared about us and expected the best for us and never gave up on us," said another.

Ms. Hoisington, 28, of Cranston, was a special-education teacher at Burrillville High School. Though she had been there less than a year, the talkative teacher had made many friends.

Ms. Hoisington's interest in special education began in high school when her teachers encouraged her to get involved with the Special Education Club, her family said. Soon after, she volunteered to work with the Special Olympics. Then she majored in special education at the University of Southern Connecticut.

But she didn't just teach academics. She taught life skills. Ms. Hoisington took her students grocery shopping and gave them cooking lessons. She took them bowling, and sailing on her parents' boat. She and her students made soap and sold it to help raise money for classroom accessories, including a refrigerator they had hoped to buy.

She was a constant advocate for her students.

"She was a pit bull for something she believed in," said her mother, Bonnie A. Hoisington, of Cranston.

Ms. Hoisington wasn't a fan the Great White, the band playing at The Station the night of the fire. She went because her friend, Lisa D'Andrea, a special education teacher in Cranston, asked her to come, Mrs. Hoisington said. Ms. D'Andrea, 42, of Barrington, also died in the fire.

Ms. Hoisington loved music and stepdancing. She collected everything: clothes, CDs, perfumes, and for some reason, pigs. Her family left a porcelain pig at the fire site in memory of her.

But mostly, Ms. Hoisington lived for her students, her mother said.

One of her former pupils, Samuel "Sammy" F. Muskelly, 18, will sing at her funeral today.

Sammy said Ms. Hoisington put up with his 13-year-old bad attitude and always kept him motivated when he was in her class at Hope Middle School in Providence. When he invited her to his plays or talent shows, she would always attend.

"All the high notes that I can't hit, I was hitting them because she came out there for me," he said.

Sammy still knows her telephone number by heart.

"She was like E.F. Hutton to me. When she talked, I listened," he said. "I knew what she was telling me was the right way."

Cathleen Crowley

An obituary for Ms. Hoisington was published Tuesday.

Tattoo artist, Deep Purple fan, Skott Greene lived his dream
When it came to his work, tattooing, no detail escaped Skott C. Greene.

"I think what he loved most was when someone would come in with an idea, a far-out scheme, and he would put it on them and make it happen," says a friend and employee Brian O'Donnell. "He loved to do the big crazy pieces because he loved the detail."

He also loved the band Deep Purple, the movie Planet of the Apes, and the television show Lost in Space. In fact, he loved the robot from Lost in Space so much he had it tattooed on the inside of his right arm.

"He was the biggest Deep Purple fan," Brian said. "He thought that in essence their musicianship was the greatest in the world."

Roughly 16 months ago, Skott got a chance at his dream when he opened Doors of Perception Tattoo, 709 Quaker Lane in West Warwick. His wife, Sandi, co-owned and managed the shop.

"That was his dream; he wanted to own his own parlor, and we did it," Sandi said. "He has been drawing since he was two, his family tells me. You couldn't even have a piece of scrap paper without him drawing something beautiful."

Before owning his own shop, Skott worked for nine years as a tattoo artist at Electric Ink, in East Providence.

"He was a perfectionist when it came to his art," Sandi said. "Obviously you can't erase it. No tattoo ever left that shop without being perfect."

Skott, 35, was known for his excellent tattoo portraits, a reputation that ultimately led him to The Station last Thursday. Jack Russell, the lead singer of the band Great White, had called several tattoo shops looking for a great portrait artist, Sandi said.

Russell ended up at Skott's parlor. "He tattooed a kind of heart with the name Sue in it," Sandi said. "He tattooed it kind of on his pelvic area."

A pleased Russell put Skott and Brian on the guest list for the show. Sandi decided not to go.

"At least in my eyes, I am glad to see so many people walking around with his artwork," Sandi said. "There is no greater memorial. You can have pictures, drawings, but if you are wearing his work, there is no greater honor, and I have told his customers that."

He was born in New Rochelle, N.Y., the son of Fred N. and Dorothy L. (Jones) Greene, of Warwick. He was a 1985 graduate Toll Gate High School.

Skott and his wife lived on Byron Boulevard in Warwick. They married three years ago.

Besides his wife and parents, he leaves two brothers, Fred N. of Coventry and Terrence M. of North Kingstown; two sisters, Pamela C. Suttcliffe of North Kingstown and Kimberly A. Vrogendewey of Rocky Mount, N.C.; and his maternal grandmother Stella Pyrek of Springfield, Mass.

A funeral service will be held tomorrow evening at 8 in Urquhart-Murphy Funeral Home, 800 Greenwich Ave, Warwick.

Andrew C. Helman

Donna M. Mitchell; loved family, friends and Friends
She saved the ribbons.

Blue and red, first and second place, they are some markers of Donna M. Mitchell's life that her mother, Joanne, cherishes. Donna won them during countless afternoons spent swimming or doing other things as a little girl at the Fall River YMCA.

"She made me very proud," her mother says.

When Donna grew up, other things made her mother proud.

Donna, 29, didn't have to make Thanksgiving dinner for the guests each year at the Best Western hotel in Fall River where she worked.

But she did.

"With all the trimmings," boasts her mother.

She didn't have to take in a stray cat found at a warehouse where a friend worked.

And she didn't have to stop at a Swansea bakery on Sundays to pick up a slice of lemon-meringue pie for her mother.

"She would always do things like that. She was very generous."

Joanne shared her memories of a little girl, a teenager, and a woman who sometimes held down two jobs to take care of her kids.

As a child growing up in Swansea, Donna had plenty of guests.

"We had sleep-overs," said Joanne. "I would call home and she'd say, 'Can [a friend] stay for supper?' She always had friends over. This continued throughout her school years."

Donna enjoyed gymnastics. And she was a cheerleader at Joseph Case High School in Swansea, from which she graduated in 1991.

Donna wasn't into sports much, but she grew to love football. Defying geography, she was a Pittsburgh Steelers fan. Donna also liked Boston Bruins hockey.

Donna, who moved to Fall River, grew to have five or six close friends in her 20s. During summers, they would make pilgrimages to Virginia Beach to catch some rays.

She loved to watch the television show Friends. Sometimes, she would go to a cousin's place in Franklin, Mass., for a Friends night.

Other times, Donna would go to local bingo events, such as ones at St. Anne's Church, Fall River, with her mother.

Donna had two daughters, Brooklyn and Joslynn Belanger. She wanted them to be part of a family and planned to marry Robert Feeney of Fall River next year. The two had gone to The Station together Thursday night. Feeney is in critical condition at Rhode Island Hospital.

Besides her mother, she leaves her father, William J. "Mitch" Mitchell, a brother, Jonathan Mitchell, and a sister, Ashley Mitchell, all of Fall River; and her maternal grandmother Margaret Nicastro of Sharon, Pa.

The funeral will be held tomorrow at 9 a.m. from Auclair Funeral Home, 690 South Main St., with a funeral Mass at 10 in St. Michael's Church, Ocean Grove Avenue, Swansea. Burial will be in Oak Grove Cemetery.

Michael P. McKinney

Albert DiBonaventura, 18; dreamed of being rock star
His fingers conjured magic from the neck of a guitar. Albert A. DiBonaventura, 18, could play on his knees, or swing the instrument behind his back and rip into a melody without seeing the strings.

Six guitars hang on a wall in one room in his parents' cream-colored house at 1772 North Wheeler St., North Dighton, where he lived. Music posters dot another room. Images of guitars are even part of the carpet design. .

Albert was a guitarist with 18 Stars, a band that played at The Call and other Providence clubs. Lately, a band called Shrine was asking him to riff with them, says his brother, John "Patrick" Ring, 35, of Plymouth, Mass.

But Albert dreamed of more. His was the rock 'n' roll fantasy: move to California and play gigs in Los Angeles clubs where the great ones paid their dues.

"To be a rock star -- that's what he wanted to do," says his brother. "For as long as I can remember -- as soon as he picked up a guitar."

He liked classic rock and the harder-edged music that followed. He would lay down a speed-is-king solo in the style of Eddie Van Halen. He would dig down deep and play the blues of Jonny Lang. And he appreciated the swing of Brian Setzer.

Albert attended Dighton-Rehoboth schools and planned to study computer graphic design at a college in California. Already he had used his computer-graphics skills to design the cover for his band's CD. This week his brother recalled Albert's love for baseball as he drove a visitor down the wooded back roads of Albert's adolescence. "He was left-handed, so he was an unstoppable pitcher," John Ring said.

He brought the car to a stop. Ahead was the ballfield where his brother, tall for an 11-year-old, sent a homer sailing impossibly far over the outfield. "He just crushed that ball," John Ring said. "I just see him standing at the plate."

John Ring shared something he has written about his brother since the fire: "I can only have faith that Albert is now in a better place, playing the music he loved for the heavens to hear."

-- Michael P. McKinney

Mr. DiBonaventura's obituary was published on Tuesday.

Freddy Crisostomi, 38, always 'lit up the room'
Alfred Crisostomi -- "Cousin Freddy" to his friends -- was the man to see if you wanted to talk sports or music, or better yet, go to the game or the concert and have a time to remember.

He was a young 38, with enough positive energy and enthusiasm to not only keep up with but lead a group of friends and cousins more than a decade younger.

He kept in touch with them all via cell phone, announcing his plans on the fly. He was on his way to a good time in his Ford Explorer -- who could get away and meet him there?

"He electrified and lit up the room," his cousin Brian Valcourt said yesterday. "He'd always hug you and say 'Great to see you!' He showed everybody the utmost respect."

"We didn't think of him as a 38-year-old cousin," Brian said. "He was like a brother and a best friend."

But kind feelings never stopped him from destroying his challengers at any game going: tennis, darts, cards, pool.

On Sunday, the day of rest, Mr. Crisostomi would go only so far as to stop moving. At his home on Haswill Street, in Warwick, he commanded his satellite-powered big-screen TV, remote in one hand, cell phone in the other, calling every local-team fan he knew to glory in the victories of his all-New York heroes -- Yankees, Jets, Islanders.

Whenever New York lost, naturally, he'd duck the return torment by not answering the phone.

"It was highly competitive," his friend, K.C. Jarest, said. "His teams always had to be Number 1."

His friends remember how much Mr. Crisostomi loved his children, Nicole, 13, and Brandon, 9, and his girlfriend, Gina Russo of Cranston, who was with him at The Station last week and remains critically injured.

His friend, Alivia Sarno, said the couple met on the Internet and had mutual interests in sports and music.

"You couldn't see him with anyone else," she said.

Rene Valcourt, a cousin, often teased Mr. Crisostomi about his slowness in proposing marriage to Gina. "He'd say, 'I'm too young! -- but pretty soon. She's the one.' "

Mr. Crisostomi's friend Bill Marcello said, "The last year of Freddy's life was probably the best, the most successful, the happiest I'd ever seen him."

Rene went to a tattoo artist Monday and had his left shoulder inked with a four-line tribute: "Cousin Freddy / R.I.P. / 02-20-03 / Keep Rockin' "

Mr. Crisostomi was born in Providence, a son of Nancy (Valcourt) Crisostomi, and the late Carmino Crisostomi. He was a Navy veteran and the owner of the F.C. Painting Co.

Besides his mother and children, he is survived by two sisters, Nancy DePasquale of West Warwick and Crystal Crisostomi of Cranston; a brother, Shawn Crisostomi; and his paternal grandmother, Marie Crisostomi of Providence.

The funeral will be held at 8 a.m. todayfrom Nardolillo Funeral Home, 1278 Park Ave., Cranston, with a Mass of Christian Burial at 9 in St. Bartholomew Church, Laurel Hill Avenue, Providence. Burial will be in St. Ann Cemetery, Cranston.

Nick O'Neill, 18; musician, actor, 'amazing songwriter'
Tall, slim, blond, and 18 years old, Nicholas Philip O'Neill dreamed of being a rock star in a "hair metal" band, his friends say. Party anthems from the '80s were in his blood. He wrote more than 50 of his own songs, catchy tunes about girlfriends and hanging out, and performed them as the lead singer of his band, Shryne.

His father, radio personality and "Father Misgivings" creator Dave Kane, said his son was a natural musician from when he was a small child. By the age of 18 he had recorded a CD.

"We got him five guitar lessons and he just took off," Kane said.

"What really hurts about it," said friend Dave Tessier, 32, "is this kid was just an amazing songwriter. When I met him, the kid was 16 and he'd written all these great tunes. I was in awe of him."

Nick was expecting to hear some more good music when he went to The Station on Thursday night with bandmate Jon Brennan. Jon made it out alive. Nick did not.

"[Jon] was actually with Nick until the final moments when it went black, and they got separated," said Brennan's mother, Kari Tieger.

In addition to being a talented rocker, Nick is remembered as a gifted performer for All Children's Theatre, according to Wrenn Goodrum, the East Providence group's artistic director.

"He was always so full of life," Goodrum said. His jokes would break the tension during a tough rehearsal. His smiles would encourage even the younger members of the troupe, who admired him. "He had a special way of working with them so they could find their parts, their character," she said. "Even some of the kids we adults couldn't reach."

"Nick and I, we used to goof around," said a friend from the theater troupe, Dan Kenner, 16. Kenner remembers that once, while they rehearsed for a play about the Holocaust, O'Neill's role called for him to come onstage and greet the other people in the room with a kiss on the cheek. It was supposed to be a somber moment. But as he entered, he whispered jokes in the actors' ears, sending them into stitches. "All the other kids would get in trouble," Dan said, laughing. "You could always count on Nick for a joke."

He was born in Warwick, a son of Joanne O'Neill of Pawtucket, formerly of Cranston, and Kane, of North Providence. He had lived most of his life in Cranston, attending Cranston East High School before moving to Pawtucket three months ago.

Besides his parents, he leaves three brothers, Christian O'Neill of Boston, William O'Neill of Orange County, Calif., and David Kane of North Providence; and his maternal grandfather, Joseph Romanelli of Johnston, and his maternal grandmother, Barbara (Tessitore) Romanelli of Providence.

Zachary R. Mider, Bob Jagolinzer and John Hill

'Follow your heart' was Leigh Ann Moreau's credo
If you knew her, you loved her.

The fact that she was loved by all is what set 21-year-old Leigh Ann Moreau apart, according to her family and friends

It may have been the radiant, infectious smile that initially drew the many, many people she counted among her friends.

Or the way she lived her life with passion, urging others to "follow your heart." It was by that credo that Leigh Ann lived her life, said her mother, Jean. Even when her family disagreed with some of her choices, Leigh Ann would gently remind them that she had to follow her heart. As a testament to her belief in that motto, Leigh Ann had a tattoo on her lower back of Chinese symbols that expressed the phrase.

Leigh Ann -- who was known affectionately as Leigh Lu, Leigh-Leigh, Leigh Ro or just Leigh -- lived many years in Pawtucket and moved to Stadden Street in Providence in 1989. She attended Our Lady of Consolation School in Pawtucket, St. Patrick School in Providence and Classical High School, where she made the honor roll.

Last December, she received her bachelor's degree in art therapy from Springfield College, in Springfield, Mass.; she would have received her diploma in ceremonies this spring.

She had already applied to and been accepted by several graduate schools, her family said.

Leigh Ann planned to pursue a career in art therapy. She dreamed of helping heal people with physical or mental ailments by encouraging them to express themselves through art.

A dark-haired young woman and middle child, Leigh Ann lived the way she painted -- truly and vibrantly, with deep appreciation for the simplicity and beauty of life, her family said.

While art therapy was her chosen career, her love for the arts took many forms, including that of music.

Last summer, she celebrated Bob Dylan's return to the Newport Folk Festival by attending the event with another Dylan fan -- her father, Richard.

"It was through her love of music that she truly connected with those whom she loved," Jean Moreau said.

Leigh Ann had gone to The Station nightclub with a group of friends last Thursday, only some of whom survived the fire.

Her family believes that Leigh Ann remains with them, in another form.

"Every time you hear a dog back, a bird chirp or some random critter scurry, you will know she is there, helping that critter through whatever woes it is experiencing, just as she will continue to do with all of us," her mother said.

-- Karen A. Davis

Ed Ervanian; newly engaged, he 'truly loved everyone'
Twenty-nine-year-old Edward E. Ervanian found joy in every aspect of his life.

He loved his family and fiancée, he loved his job as a department manager at Stop & Shop, he loved working with youths at St. Joseph Church in West Warwick, he loved all New England sports teams, and he loved almost every kind of music -- from religious hymns to Eminem's rap.

All of this shone through in his 1,000-watt smile, and his family likes to recall that one friend said that "once you meet Eddy and your life was touched by him, you never forgot him."

He was a gentle bear of a young man who would scoop his mother up in hugs and always looked forward to nights with his dad when they would go out for dinner and a movie.

"Our son was a rare breed," said Edward C. Ervanian as he sat with his wife, Polly, in their Warwick living room yesterday. "He truly loved everyone."

He also had a great sense of humor, whether it was his love for puns (the cornier the better) or his ability to happily and loudly belt out a hymn in church even though his family kept telling him he had the voice of "a bullfrog."

He had so much he was looking forward to.

Just two months ago, he became engaged to his longtime girlfriend, Stephanie Bowering of Warwick. Ed showed his mother the ring he had picked out to get her opinion, and then, on Christmas Eve, took Stephanie for a ride along the beach and proposed to her in the car. The couple were planning to wed May 22, 2004.

"Eddy was already part of their family," his mother said of the Bowerings.

He was very much his own person, his parents say. They always took him to church when he was young, but he developed his own, stronger tie to the church -- serving as Eucharistic minister at St. Joseph and also being active in the Pawtuxet Valley CYO and Rejoice & Hope CYO in Cranston. He was also a member of the LaSalette Youth Group.

Although he didn't play on any sports teams, his mother said he was a walking statistician for every professional sport, particularly the Red Sox, the New England Patriots, and the Providence Bruins.

"My son lived by two books," his father said. "The Holy Bible and the sports section of the newspaper."

Although his dad is a retired deputy fire chief from the Cranston Fire Department, Ed chose to find his own career path -- working at several Stop & Shop supermarkets before being appointed manager of the seafood department at the chain's Richmond store.

At today's funeral, his dad has arranged for six Cranston firefighters to serve as pallbears.

The Mass of Christian Burial will begin at 9:30 a.m. at St. Joseph Church, 854 Providence St., West Warwick.

Ed spent most of his youth in Cranston and Coventry, and had just recently returned to Cranston when he moved out of his parents' home and bought his own condominum. He graduated from Coventry High School in 1991.

Besides his parents and fiancée, he leaves a sister, Kristie A. Barboza of St. Charles, Mo.; his maternal grandmother, Mary (Souza) Pestana of Seekonk; and his paternal grandparents, Edward E. and Carole (Loporchio) Ervanian, both of Cranston. He was the grandson of the late Manuel Pestana.

-- Barbara Polichetti

Daniel Frederickson; career Navy man, loved barbecues
And be a simple kind of man.

Be something you love and understand.

Be a simple kind of man.

Won't you do this for me son,

If you can?

Daniel John Frederickson embodied these Lynyrd Skynrydlyrics. He was a simple man with simple pleasures, according to his older brother Gus, who lives in Oakville, Wash.

Dan liked nothing better than a barbecue, a back deck and sitting with family and friends around a fire, strumming a guitar.

Music had been a passion since Dan hit his teens. He spent hours spinning 45s on a turntable in his upstairs bedroom. And he didn't have a favorite. "He just liked them all," Gus says.

At 18, he taught himself to play guitar, taking time each day to practice. "It was his peace of mind," his brother says.

Dan grew up in Elma, Wash., where he learned to fish and bow-hunt with his three brothers -- pursuits he continued after he moved away from the area upon joining the Navy in 1983.

"We were like 'The Three Amigos,' but there were four of us," his brother said. He also cultivated his cooking skills, mastering marinated pork and chicken on the grill and homemade pizza.

A chief petty officer in the Navy for more than 19 years, he planned to retire and return to Washington in six months. Since May 2000, he had been assigned to the Naval Submarine Base in Groton, Conn.

His career was marked by generosity, as he often worked holidays and weekends for his staff, his brother said.

"He was a person who was younger than me, but I looked up to him," he said.

Capt. Jim Colgary, a commanding officer, described Frederickson as an outstanding leader.

"Our thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends," he said.

Dan, 37, and his wife Tracey Romanoff, of Coventry, were at The Station last Thursday because Great White was a favorite band, Gus said. He guesses that his brother had seen the group perform at least a half-dozen times.

In addition to his brother, he is survived by four children from a previous marriage, Kenneth, 17, 14-year-old twins Amanda and Ryan, and Amber, 12. He is also survived by his parents, Judith Callahan, of Elma, Wash., and Rex Frederickson, of Oakville, Wash., and two other brothers, Darren and Chad Frederickson.

The Navy plans to host a memorial service for Dan at a later date.

Katie Mulvaney

Tracey Romanoff, 32; loved softball, the beach and music
Family members laugh about the little mischief Tracey Romanoff, 32, of Coventry, used to get into as a kid.

When she was still in diapers, she would crawl up on a chair and open the front door when her parents weren't looking. Once, she escaped and the police found her walking down her street. Her parents took to putting a crab shell on the door latch to scare her away from breaking out.

"She was a hell-raiser," says her father, Terry Romanoff, laughing. "You name it, she did it."

It was just that independent spirit that Ms. Romanoff's family loved about her.

She was a good mom, they say, who loved getting tan at the beach, sitting in her Jacuzzi, partying, playing softball, and music -- the louder the better.

Ms. Romanoff had two children, Joshua, 10, and Lindsey, 8, both students at Washington Oak Elementary School.

Ms. Romanoff worked in the Coventry office of H & R Block.

Last summer she married Daniel Frederickson, 37, a career Navy officer stationed at Naval Submarine Base in Groton, Conn. They especially enjoyed cooking together.

Ms. Romanoff was a member of the Coventry Girls' Softball All-Stars team that finished ninth in the 1985 national tournament for the 13- to 15-year-olds division. A shortstop and a second base player while she was at Coventry High School, Ms. Romanoff was named to the All-State team.

She continued to play in a local women's softball league in which she developed a tight circle of friends, including her best friend, Chris Van Leuven, according to her sister Lori Romanoff.

Ms. Romanoff was the oldest of Susan and Terry Romanoff's three girls. Lori Romanoff and Wendi McDonald live in Florida, but they say the distance didn't keep them from being close to their older sis.

"She was a free spirit," Wendi McDonald said.

"She was independent and very strong," Lori Romanoff said. "She loved that she owned her own home and did it by herself."

Ms. Romanoff was close to her large family, including her stepmother, Jaimey Romanoff, and her mother's fiancé, Ken Fletcher. She also had eight aunts and uncles and a nephew, Brayden.

Ms. Romanoff and her husband planned to move to his home state, Washington, this year. Mr. Frederickson wanted to build them a log home.

-- Meaghan Wims

Mary H. Baker; bright, fun and devoted to her children
Whenever Mary H. Baker walked into the room, she immediately made it hers; she was the life of the party, and she liked it that way.

Wickedly smart, always sure of herself, and almost always right, Mary delighted in knowing what she was talking about, whether the subject was forensics, serial killers, football, or even auto mechanics, said her sister, Rhonda Roque.

"She was very strong, very headstrong. You could ask her a question, she'd know the answer. And she'd always have the knowledge to back it up," Roque said.

Mary, 32, was born and raised in Fall River and lived there all her life. She was a 1989 graduate of Diman Regional Vocational Technical High School, where she studied auto mechanics, and later attended the Sawyer School in Pawtucket, where she earned her certification as a medical assistant.

For the last six years, Mary worked at Rhode Island Ear, Nose, and Throat in Lincoln, where the doctors considered her far more than just an assistant.

"The doctors said they really couldn't replace her," said her husband, Warren L. Baker III, a motorcycle technician. The two would regularly spar over who knew better about fixing cars.

"She was very smart. She kind of knew a little bit about everything," Warren said.

Mary was a regular bowler, and she and Warren competed in the Animal House league in Somerset each week.

She averaged a 135 -- not bad, said Warren, but not as good as his average. "She would beat me. Sometimes," he said.

The couple dated for six years before they were married in August of 2001. They had just bought a house, Warren said.

Mary loved watching cop shows and documentaries about serial killers, as well as any kind of documentary on forensic science. She'd always wanted to get into the field herself, Warren said, but never got around to the schooling.

But her real focus in life was her children, Michael DeCosta, 12, Scott DeCosta, 11, John DeCosta, 10, and Allison DeCosta, 9, all from a previous marriage. She had big dreams for all of them -- some would become concert musicians, others football players. Mary loved watching her children play football. Nothing could get her more excited than watching all four kids play and cheerlead for the local Pop Warner team, the Fall River Falcons.

"During football season, she was running up the sidelines with them, screaming," said her sister Rhonda.

Her funeral will be held Saturday at 10 a.m. in the Jeffrey E. Sullivan Funeral Home, 550 Locust St. Burial will be in Notre Dame Cemetery.

She was a daughter of Robert and Joanne (Rachel) Charles of McKeesport, Pa. Besides her husband, children, sister Rhonda and parents, she leaves a stepdaughter, Tara Baker and a maternal grandmother, Mary Rachel, both of Fall River; a paternal grandmother, Louise Charles of Lake City, Fla.; a maternal great-grandmother, Barbara Souza of Newport, and another sister, Rachel Weeks of Pittston, Pa.

-- Daniel Barbarasi

Rachael Florio-DePietro; caring mother, loved walks in woods
Rachael Florio-DePietro arrived at family parties smiling and offering "hellos" all around. She took care to say "love you" to everyone before she left.

For family members who still talk about her in the present tense, it was Rachael's caring, kindhearted spirit that drew people in from the moment they met her.

"You couldn't meet her and not like her," her father, George Florio, said yesterday. "She loved being around people. She always took an interest."

Rachael, 31, of Coventry, loved nature, too, and she dreamed of planting a big garden. She enjoyed walking in the woods with her friends and family. Most of all, she loved little animals.

In one of the oldest family photos, a very young Rachael totters through a petting-zoo pen with docile goats and geese. Rabbits almost as big as Rachael lounge nearby. The image is old and blurry, but the picture is clear: Rachael is wandering around to each creature, saying "hello."

Her Aunt Betty remembers one time Rachael saw a wounded animal hobbling across the road as she drove home. It was an opossum, maybe, or a raccoon. Whatever it was, Rachael worried it would get smashed by another car. She pulled over and stepped into the street, guarding the animal until it lurched off into the bushes.

That caring instinct matured, her father said, when Rachael gave birth to her son Adrian, now 7. Adrian lives with Rachael's ex-husband, Dean DePietro.

"She was a devoted mom," Florio said. "She'd do anything for Adrian."

Rachael shared her love of animals -- and of people -- with her brother Adam Florio, 26, who was with her at The Station nightclub last Thursday. Adam is now listed in fair condition at Kent County Hospital, where he is recovering from burns and seared lungs.

The two had always been close, hanging out, teasing each other, quoting lines from favorite movies and television shows such as Seinfeld, and then acting out goofy scenes together.

When fire tore through the club last Thursday night, Adam lost sight of his sister in the smoke and press of panicked people. Adam managed to escape through a window; relatives saw him on TV, cooling burns on his head with handfuls of snow. Rachael never made it out.

George Florio said the family will postpone Rachael's funeral at Adam's request. "Just until he's well enough to leave the hospital," Florio said, describing the respiratory treatments Adam must endure. "He wants to be there."

-- Neil Shea

Louis S. Alves; loved music, socializing with colleagues
Louis S. Alves had three main hobbies, his mother, Maria Alves, says: "Music, music, music."

Music provided a way for Lou to unleash his passion for life. He played the piano, and had played the accordion when he was younger. At every party, he brought his own compact discs -- Metallica, Jimi Hendrix, Megadeth, The Doors -- and insisted on playing them.

Lou, 33, loved to sing karaoke. His favorite performance number was Billy Joel's "You May Be Right."

He spent two years searching for the perfect new stereo for his home, debating various systems and dragging friends along to Circuit City.

Another of Lou's passions was his family. The house he bought in Lincoln seven years ago is less than half a mile from the house where he grew up, and where his parents still live. One winter while Lou was in high school, he got a job playing Santa Claus at a local mall to earn extra money to buy his family presents, but didn't tell them until years later.

Lou had a mischievous side. In one photograph, he offers a goofy smile to the camera; on a plate in front of him is a lobster, its claw clasped on the neck of a Samuel Adams beer bottle.

"He always made a joke out of everything," said his sister, Carla. "It's so difficult, now, to just be somber."

As a senior designer for Poly-Flex Circuits in Cranston, Lou helped develop medical products including a device used to detect carpal-tunnel syndrome and a sensor that measures brain activity during surgery, to ensure that patients who are too sedated to move or speak are not still able to feel pain from the procedures they are undergoing.

Lou was a perfectionist in his work, said Robert Conley, a quality engineer for Poly-Flex and close friend. When Conley inspected Lou's designs, Lou wouldn't let him mark any negative comments on the checklist. Instead, Lou would immediately go back and fix the problem, saying, "Let me reprint it."

Though he took his work seriously, Lou let his personality shine through at the office as well. Many employees listen to music while they work, but Lou's "was a bit louder than everyone else's," Conley said.

Lou encouraged employees to socialize in their free time, organizing group outings that included trips to see the Providence Bruins and the Pawtucket Red Sox. He was constantly asking people to go out for "just one beer," his supervisor, Michael Jordan, remembers. "He would hound you until you said yes."

Earlier this week, Jordan compiled memories that employees e-mailed to him. One of Lou's co-workers, Karline Smith, wrote:

"Lou treated life as one big party, and I know for sure that wherever he is, the music will never stop."

An obituary for Mr. Alves was published Wednesday.

Elizabeth Gudrais

Kevin Anderson, 37; father, connoisseur of all things '80s
Kevin Anderson was a guy happily stuck in the 1980s.

He collected "hundreds" of CDs of his favorite bands from that era, Metallica, Def Leppard and Great White.

"We used to go to the pawn shops and Wal-Mart and buy them," says Dave Penny, one of Kevin's many "best friends."

Kevin, 37, was so into the 1980s that he dressed from that period and wore long hair. "It was his teenage years," says Lori Jacques, a former girlfriend.

"One night he was in a club and a guy came up to him and said 'You ought to get out of the '80s,' " she says. "My kids called him 'Uncle Dude.' "

Kevin also loved his white Chevrolet Corsica. "You could eat off the inside of that car," says his sister, Sue Sylvia.

Kevin was on a crew that cleaned air ducts in restaurants, but he had to leave that work because of a heart ailment. "He got tired because of his heart problem," Penny says.

Penny and Kevin grew up together in Warwick where they attended Pilgrim High School. "I loved the guy like a brother," he says.

As a child, Kevin liked bicycles. "He was always fixing them up," his sister says.

Kevin had an 11-year-old son, Kevin Gage. The boy's mother, whom he never married, calls him "an awesome guy."

"We had our differences, but he was my best friend," Melissa Bloomingburghsays. "When I needed a friend to talk to, he was always the one I called."

Just two weeks ago, Kevin moved into a new apartment on Pilgrim Drive that he was fixing up so he and his son could get together to listen to music and play video games. Last weekend was supposed to be the first weekend they would be at the apartment.

His funeral will be Saturday at 9 a.m. from the Peter J. Barrett Funeral Home, 1328 Warwick Ave., Warwick, with a Mass of Christian Burial at 10 a.m. in St. Timothy Church, 1799 Warwick Ave., Warwick.

Born in Warwick, he was a son of William K. Anderson of Warwick and the late Shirley L. (Berg) Anderson.

Besides his father, sister and son, he also leaves a stepmother, Barbara A. Anderson of Warwick; a sister, Maureen Whelchel of Solomon, Kansas; a brother, Karl W. Anderson of Providence and several nieces and nephews.

Burial will be in St. Ann Cemetery, Cranston.

-- Bob Jagolinzer

Co-workers write an ode to Richard A. Cabral Jr.
They miss Richard A. Cabral Jr. at work.

They miss his tattoos, the ones featuring characters from author J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. They miss the jokester who sometimes wore a crown at work, fashioned from the twist-ties used to close a bread bag.

For the last six years Cabral, 37, of Attleboro, has been one of the "mill boys," the guys who worked together in the raw materials department of Leach & Garner in North Attleboro, making parts used to design 14-karat gold settings for jewelry.

Co-worker Terri Fraatz called Richard and the guys the "mill boys" because they shared silly rituals such as "banging of the pipes." That's when they would pretend that the building's pipes were musical instruments and bang out a beat.

"I only knew Richard for 2 1/2 years. He was a quiet guy when we first met; however, over the years, we ended up debating everything under the sun," said co-worker David Provencher in one of the many tributes employees have written. "It shows a lot about Dick that a fun family outing was going to Great Woods for an all-day Oz festival."

That's Oz as in Ozzy Osbourne, the heavy-metal singer and, more recently, MTV reality-show dad. Unlike some dads, Richard, 37, gladly listened to the music.

"He liked it all," his wife Catherine said of hard-rock music.

Richard grew up in Taunton, one of three sons of Richard and Carol Cabral, and graduated from Taunton High in 1983.

Catherine says Tolkien's world of hobbits and wizards battling great evil had captured her husband's interest for years. He enjoyed the recent movie adaptations and had tattoos on his back of all the major characters from the trilogy. Mostly, though, his wife remembers a family man.

"Very caring," she says, noting that the family never lacked for anything. He and Catherine would have celebrated their 17th wedding anniversary in June.

Now, after fire took one of their own, men who work with metal at Leach & Garber have turned to writing, to remember.

One wrote: It starts with heat and then it's cool,

Drawn by a friend

And put on a spool

Work orders are all put in a row.

Sorted by our friend

We all know.

Ask for something, and you'll hear "what"

And things you were looking for,

You always got.

His arms were covered with tattoos he liked.

Wrestlers like Cain

And the Undertaker on a Bike.

The man who made wire. Made it for all.

He is sadly no longer with us

Our friend Richard Cabral.

(profile written by Michael P. McKinney)

Steven and Andrea Mancini; family, music were their passions
It was a far-out father-and-son event.

Douglas Magness, a guitarist in a garage band, took his 12-year-old stepson to the civic centerfor a heavy-metal dose of glam and gothic rock.

Black Sabbath headed the bill. KISS opened the show.

Adolescent thin, with shoulder-length hair, Steven R. Mancini was enthralled.

"As soon as he could, he picked up a guitar and started playing," Magness remembered yesterday. "He was self-taught."

The Providence-born musician grew up with his step-dad's favorite artists, including Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin and Steppenwolf. Along the way, he picked up some other favorites, like B.B. King and Eddie Van Halen.

Over a period of 11 years, Steven went to work in the seafood department at the Stop & Shop grocery store on Manton Avenue; started a band; and married Andrea L. Jacavone, the manager of a family business, Jacavone Garden Center on Atwood Avenue in Johnston.

Steven had no siblings. Andrea had 10.

"Andrea was that person in every family who had hugs and kisses for everybody," said her sister, Michele Pistocco. Together, Andrea and Steven "had this glow about them."

The couple worked part time at The Station in West Warwick, checking IDs and doing other work. Steven also played guitar in a band.

Then, one night, Steven discovered just how small Rhode Island can be.

After talking to members of Skyhigh, a hard-rock house band, he discovered the band's bassist was Keith A. Mancini -- a distant cousin.

Keith had been playing in Skyhigh for more than a year. He also worked in the warehouse of the Rhode Island Novelty Co. in Johnston.

"He just loved rock music," said Rich Antonelli, Skyhigh's lead guitarist. "The Station was our home away from home" and the band rarely failed to draw a crowd of fans, often as many as 200, he said.

Steven started a new band, Fathead, and Keith joined it.

Fathead became a regular band at The Station, and on some Saturday nights, Steven, Andrea and Keith worked together at the club.

The band was so good, Fathead opened for Great White last week.

After the gig, Steven and Andrea were going to Disney World with Douglas and Barbara, Steven's mother.

It wasn't unusual for the two couples to do things together. Magness built an addition -- a second story -- to his own house for Steven and Andrea. He even built a music room for Steven.

"We were father and son and also the best of friends," said Magness, who put down his own guitar, a Les Paul Sunburst, to make a living as a heavy equipment mechanic. "Steve was living his dream."

But last week, Douglas Magness shut the door to Steven's music room. He locked away his stepson's music memorabilia, including autographs from bands that played The Station. He'll open it again, one day. But for now, "it's my shrine," he said. "That's my memory of him. All I have to do is touch it and I know how he feels."

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held for Steven and Andrea at 9 a.m. Saturday, at Our Lady of Grace Church on George Waterman Road in Johnston. Burial will be in Highland Memorial Park.

In addition to his stepfather and mother, Steven, 39, a lifelong resident of Johnston, leaves his father, Ronald Mancini of Cranston.

Born in Providence, Andrea, 28, was a daughter of Peter Sr. and Jacqueline (Lague) Jacavone.

Besides her parents, she leaves six brothers, Peter Jacavone Jr., James Jacavone, Anthony Jacavone and Robert Jacavone, all of Johnston; Dino Jacavone of Cranston and Michael Jacavone of Coventry; three sisters, Michele Pistocco and Maria Jacavone of Johnston, and Nancy Riccadi of North Providence; and several nieces and nephews. She was also the sister of the late Denise Jacavone.

A profile of Andrea Mancini was published on Tuesday.

Edward B. Corbett III; expert plasterer, loved family outings
Edward B. Corbett III, 31, went to Earth Day in Boston every year, and he always made a point of giving homeless people a dollar and a few cigarettes, his family remembers.

"He was compassionate," says his stepfather, Mike Eaton. "People on the street you would shun or ignore, Eddie would go right up to them and talk to them."

A perfectionist at work, Eddie disliked "hackers," says his brother, Shawn P. Corbett of East Greenwich, who worked alongside his elder brother for 11 years. The brothers were self-employed plasterers for Classic Interiors of Narragansett.

Together, they had plastered several mansions in Newport and were perfectionists about their work.

"Ed hated people who didn't do things professionally, who didn't care," Shawn says, "Because he cared."

Eddie, who lived on Bank Street in West Warwick, was the eldest of a tight-knit family of full and half siblings who all call each other brothers and sisters. They were reunited in the late 1980s, when Eddie moved from Florida.

He reveled in socializing and having a good time, and took over the grill when the family threw its annual Fourth of July cookout.

"He felt unification," says his brother Daniel B. Casey of East Greenwich. "He just finally felt like this was home, just all one big family, when all of us came together."

Eddie loved to surf, skateboard and hang out at Narragansett Beach, both for the waves and the cute women.

He was opinionated -- never shy -- and always wore a baseball cap, even to his brother's wedding.

Eddie also dressed in layers -- sometimes wearing three T-shirts he'd take off gradually -- one shirt for work, one for dinner, one for going out.

The extra clothing padded his 5-feet, 8-inch frame.

"He just had everything on him -- ready to go," says his sister Ruth M. Corbett of East Greenwich. "In every season. That was just him."

When they found him at The Station, Ed was wearing two pairs of shorts, two pairs of socks and two fleece pullovers.

Eddie was a collector who hoarded the front pages of newspapers after a big event, coasters from bars, and odd bits and pieces from rummage sales. Once, he found an old roll-top desk and delivered it as a surprise to his brother's house.

He loved Moet champagne and was the first one to buy friends a drink. He doted on his nieces and nephews, taking them canoeing on the Narrow River near his parents' house in Narragansett or buying them treats when the ice cream truck arrived.

Eddie wouldn't just buy for his relatives -- he would buy for all the children who raced up to the truck.

"He remembered what it was like to not get an ice cream," Ruth said.

Eddie's funeral will be held Saturday at 10 a.m. at the First Baptist Church of East Greenwich, Peirce and Montrose Streets. Burial will be in Perryville Cemetery, Perryville.

Born in Limestone, Maine, he was a son of Sharon L. (Stedman) Eaton and stepson of Thomas "Mike" Eaton.

He attended Interlauchen High School in Florida before moving back to Rhode Island in the late 1980s.

Besides his parents and aforementioned siblings, he leaves three other sisters: Michele L. Casey and Rebecca Corbett, both of East Greenwich, and Sarah J. Corbett of Coventry; and his paternal grandmother, Beatrice (Gaus) Corbett of Hopkinton.

-- Jennifer D. Jordan

Michael J. Gonsalves, 40; 'The Doctor' of heavy metal
A Mass of Christian burial for Michael J. Gonsalves, 40, of Fletcher Avenue, Warwick, will be celebrated Monday at 10 a.m. at St. Ambrose Church, 191 School St., Lincoln. Burial will be in St. Ambrose Cemetery.

Mike had been a staff disc jockey for more than 17 years at WHJY radio, where he had worked as a summer intern while in college. He started as the host of Metal Zone on Saturday nights, and had been the station's overnight DJ since 1991. The Metal Zone is the longest-running continuous heavy-metal radio show in the country.

He also hosted a weekly event called "Legs and Eggs," for third-shifters, at the Foxy Lady, in Providence.

Mike began his career as a disc jockey spinning records at private parties. He worked at the Rhode Island College radio station, WXIN, where he was music director for four years, and as a disc jockey, and later manager, at the United Skates of America roller rink in East Providence.

He was also the co-owner of All Star Sports Cards and Comics, in North Providence.

Mike was a graduate of the former Our Lady of Providence High School, where he lettered in baseball and tennis, receiving All-State honors in tennis during his junior and senior years. A 1986 graduate of Rhode Island College, he lettered in tennis for four years, and was team captain his senior season. Mike was an active member of Kappa Delta Phi fraternity for over 20 years.

An accomplished athlete, he played in the McColl Softball League in Lincoln, and for the WHJY softball team. Michele Maker, promotions director at WHJY, recalls, "I played second base. One game, he hit a line-drive in my direction . . . sent me to the emergency room, and the stitches from the ball were embedded in my kneecap."

He had also played in the Scituate Summer Basketball League.

For the last two years, he had attended the Boston Baseball Fantasy Camp in Florida, meeting and getting to know such former Red Sox greats as Luis Tiant, Bill Lee and Johnny Pesky. Last year, Mike was named the fantasy camp's Most Valuable Player.

Born in New York City, a son of Neil I. and Mary V. (Trepanier) Gonsalves, both of Providence, he had lived in Providence for many years before moving to Warwick in 1993.

Besides his parents, he leaves two brothers, Edward L. Gonsalves of North Providence and Jonathan N. Gonsalves of Johnston; and a niece, Amanada Lyons of Johnston.

Thomas Cahir

Lisa Maria D'Andrea; teacher, a giver and a lover of nature
Lisa Maria D'Andrea adored the summer season. It gave her plenty of opportunities to garden and walk along the waters near her home on Blanding Avenue in Barrington, sifting the sand for seashells and unique rocks.

She brought nature into her home as well. Potted plants thrive along window sills, complimenting the many treasures found during Ms. D'Andrea's walks. A framed picture of Ozzy Osbourne, angel statues, Hello Kitty paraphernalia, snow globes, and penguin figurines are scattered about.

"There are so many things from our childhood here," said her youngest brother, Peter D'Andrea of Los Angeles, walking through her home.

"She had a tremendous zest for living," added her sister, Paula D'Andrea, also of Los Angeles. "We're all proud of her. . . ."

Lisa, 42, was a teacher who worked for more than 20 years with special-needs children. Bethany Aspinwall teaches the special-education classroom across the hall from Ms. D'Andrea at Cranston East High School. The two close friends had also worked together at Meeting Street School and Bradley Hospital, both in East Providence.

"She was my very, very good friend," Aspinwall said. "She baby-sat my kids. I sold her this place when I moved around the corner into a bigger house. . . . I've worked every place she has worked."

Lisa wouldn't have been at The Station on Thursday night if school were in session, Aspinwall said. She went with several friends, including Abbie L. Hoisington, a special-education teacher in Burrillville, who also died in the fire.

"She went to bed by 8:30 p.m. every night," the friend recalled. "She woke up at 4 a.m. to work out and was at school in the morning by 6:15, 6:30. . . . She only stayed out late maybe three to four times a year."

She most remembers her friend as a giver. During the recent snowstorm, she didn't hesitate to shovel the driveway of her parents, William and Phyllis D'Andrea, who live in Riverside, the educator's hometown.

Ms. D'Andrea also worked with her Bay Spring and West Barrington neighbors to restore the Allin's Cove salt marsh.

"There's so many slackers around, but that wasn't Lisa," Aspinwall said. "She gave back so much of herself. You call Lisa, and [she'd] be there."

-- ALISHA A. PINA

Bonnie L. Hamelin, 27; Electric Boat cafeteria worker
A memorial service will be held tomorrow for Bonnie L. Hamelin, 27, of Warwick Avenue, Warwick, who worked in the cafeteria at Electric Boat at Quonset Point.

Born in Providence, she was a daughter of Robert K. and Claire (Hamelin) Bruyere, both of Warwick.

Besides her parents, she leaves a brother, Robert J. Bruyere of Warwick; two half-brothers, Mark and Matthew Lacombe, both of West Warwick; her paternal grandmother, Ruth (Dunwoodie) Hamelin; and aunts and uncles.

The memorial service will begin at noon in Cornerstone of Faith United Methodist Church, 1081 Main St., Coventry. Burial will be private.

Joseph E. Rossi, 35; truck driver from Pawtucket
A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Saturday for Joseph E. Rossi, 35, of Hughes Street, Pawtucket.

Born in Pawtucket, a son of Louis A. Rossi Jr. of Pawtucket and Mary Ann Lento in New Jersey, he was a life-long resident of the city.

A graduate of New England Tractor Training School, Pawtucket, Mr. Rossi had been a truck driver for 15 years and worked for Messier Trucking Inc. in Cumberland for the last two years.

Besides his parents, he is survived by a sister, Lisa M. Costa and a niece, Courtney A. Costa, both of North Kingstown; five stepchildren, Keri-Ann Pardey and Kristen, Julie, Melissa and Keith Dias, all of Pawtucket.

The Mass will be celebrated Saturday at 9 a.m. in St. Rocco Church, 927 Atwood Ave., Johnston. Burial will be private.

A profile of Mr. Rossi was published on Tuesday.

William C. "Billy" Bonardi III; sports enthusiast, businessman
The funeral for William C. "Billy" Bonardi III, 36, of High View Drive, Smithfield, a business analyst, will be held Saturday morning.

Born in Providence, a son of William C. and Dorothy E. (Pizzo) Bonardi of Lincoln, he had lived in Smithfield for five years, previously residing in North Providence.

Mr. Bonardi was a 1984 graduate of La Salle Academy, where he was on the wrestling team and was a member of the computer club. He graduated from Rhode Island College in 1989, receiving a bachelor of science degree. He served as a business manager, executive board member and disc jockey for the college Radio Station WXIN. He also served as a radio sports announcer for DSN Sports on WALE radio, covering the Providence Bruins hockey team.

He was employed by AAi Foster Grant in Smithfield as a business analyst, previously working for Burns of Boston as a merchandise analyst and buyer. He had also been employed as a health data analyst/team leader for Blue Cross & Blue Shield of Rhode Island.

A sports enthusiast, he played CLCF Little League Baseball in Cranston and softball for Vision Cable in the Pawtucket Twilight League, helping them win the division championship in 1996, when Mr. Bonardi received the Most Valuable Player Award. He served as a coach of the Mount Pleasant High School girls softball team.

He was also a member of DSN Sports and active with the Duffy Dwyer Memorial Scholarship Fund. His favorite professional teams were his beloved Washington Redskins, the Boston Red Sox and the Providence Bruins.

He was a former member of Words Unlimited.

At St. Matthew Church in Cranston, he served as an altar boy for 10 years and was captain of the funeral crew for seven years.

Besides his parents, he leaves his godmother, Audrey A. Kiernan of Warwick; and many uncles, aunts, cousins and friends.

The funeral will begin from the 8 a.m. at the A.A. Mariani & Sons Funeral Home, 200 Hawkins St., Providence, followed by a Mass of Christian Burial at 9:30 in St. Anthony Church, 1431 Mineral Spring Ave., North Providence. Burial will be in Resurrection Cemetery, Cumberland.

William W. Cartwright, 42; enjoyed concerts and fishing
A memorial service for William W. Cartwright, 42, of Byron Avenue, Pawtucket, will be held in the Lachapelle Funeral Home, 643 Main St., Pawtucket, at a time and date to be announced.

Mr. Cartwright was the fiancé of Kristen Aris of Providence. Born in Pawtucket, he was a son of William H. Cartwright of Pawtucket and the late Charlotte (Collins) Cartwright.

He had been a warehouse worker for the Providence Yarn Co. in Pawtucket. Mr. Cartwright enjoyed concerts and fishing.

Besides his father and fiancé, he leaves four sisters, Cheryl Feather of Seekonk, Judith L'Heureux in Arizona, Susan Harrington and Candice Herman, both of Pawtucket, and several nieces and nephews.

A profile of Mr. Cartwright was published yesterday.

Donald Paul 'Inky' Roderiques; a maintenance mechanic
The funeral for Donald Paul "Inky" Roderiques, 46, of Wampanoag Drive, Mashpee, Mass., will be tomorrow.

He was the companion of Diane Nadeau of Westport, Mass. Born in Fall River, a son of Gilbert C. and Jeanne (Garant) Roderiques, he had lived in Mashpee for the last three years.

A 1973 graduate of Diman Regional Vocational Technical High School, Fall River, Mr. Roderiques was a maintenance mechanic for the last three years at Mashpee Village. Prior to that, he had worked for 15 years in the maintenance department of the Bristol County Court System.

Besides his parents, he leaves two sons, Donald C. and Jamie Roderiques, a daughter, Mandi Roderiques, a sister, Karen Cousineau, a brother, Matthew Ronald Roderiques, all of Fall River; a granddaughter, two nieces and a nephew. He was a brother of the late Ronald P. Roderiques.

The funeral service will be tomorrow at 11 a.m. from the Oliveira Funeral Home, 2064 South Main St., Fall River. Burial will be in Newport Memorial Park.

-- A profile of Mr. Roderiques was published on Monday.

Kristen Leigh McQuarrie, 37; waitress at Foxwoods Resort
The funeral for Kristen Leigh (Carver) McQuarrie, 37, of Homestead Road, Ledyard, Conn., formerly of Coventry, will be Saturday.

Born in Lynn, Mass., a daughter of Judith Carver, she had lived in Saugus, Mass., Utah and Coventry before moving to Connecticut.

She worked as a waitress at Foxwoods Resort and Casino, Ledyard.

She enjoyed going to concerts.

Besides her mother, she leaves a son, David A. McQuarrie Jr. of Ledyard; a daughter, Melissa McQuarrie of Pawtucket; her former husband, David A. McQuarrie Sr. of Peabody, Mass., and a number of nieces and nephews.

The funeral will be Saturday at 11 a.m. from the Solimine, Landergan & Rhodes Funeral Home, 426 Broadway (Rte. 129), Lynn. Burial will be in Pine Grove Cemetery, Lynn.

Robert J. Croteau, 31; arborist, sports enthusiast
A funeral Mass will be celebrated Saturday morning for Robert J. Croteau, 31, of Tripp Street, Fall River, an arborist and landscaper.

Born in Fall River, a son of Harvey Croteau and Judith (Morango) Croteau, both of Fall River, he was a lifelong resident of the city.

Mr. Croteau worked for Barnes Tree Service in Rochester and for Summit Grove Landscaping in Dartmouth, Mass.

He was a sports enthusiast.

Besides his parents, he leaves four brothers, Kevin and Thomas Croteau, both of Fall River, Michael Croteau of Waltham, Mass., and Russell Croteau of Tiverton; his maternal grandmother, Delia Morango of Fall River; and nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins.

The funeral will be held Saturday at 9 a.m. from Auclair Funeral Home, 690 South Main St., Fall River, with a funeral Mass at 10 in Notre Dame Church, Eastern Avenue, Fall River. Burial will be in Notre Dame Cemetery, Fall River.