– Gayle Voulgaris


Gayle Voulgaris

Am 30.06.2013 verstarb nach kurzer schwerer Krankheit meine Schwägerin Ariadne Voulgaris in Phoenix, Arizona. Viel zu früh wurde sie von uns genommen und so hatte ich nicht mehr die Möglichkeit, sie näher kennen zu lernen.

Da Ariadne eingeäschert wurde, die Urne aber nicht beigesetzt wurde, gab es im September des vergangenen Jahres eine Trauerfeier. Meine Schwägerin Joleynn hat mir alle nachfolgend aufgeführten Texte und Dokumente zur Verfügung gestellt. So wollen wir uns alle an Ari erinnern.

Ihr Mann Yanni:

Yanni’s reading at the Celebration of Life for Ariadne

A poem by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: „There, she is gone!“.

„Gone where?“

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: „There, she is gone!“ there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: „Here she comes!“

And that is dying.“


Ihre beste Freundin Veronica:

Celebration of Life
from Veronica Chavoor

I wanted to share my reflections, with gratitude, about my dear friend:
Gayle/Ariadne Roberts, Gallagher, Dampier, Voulgaris.

I first noticed Gayle when I was in the 9th grade at Wilson Jr. Hi. She was in the 7th grade with my sister, Vicki. It was a time when the blending of grammar schools took place yet, there was not doubt of her beautiful presence. I followed her activities throughout junior high and high school through my sister. She was smart and popular. In fact, she was elected Cotton Cord Queen in the 10th grade. They attended the same parties and had the same friends. As we all know, she fell in love with Dennis Gallagher during high school. As difficult as her senior year was, she became a devoted, loving young mother to Lori. Dennis‘ grandmother, Lou Ann, embraced them.

It was when she came to work at the Department of Water and Power in the fall of 1961 that we became close friends. I was very surprised to see her walk through the door and learn we would be working together in the Personnel and Efficiency Office. It was there that my name was Ronnie. We ate together, shopped together and even shared some social times. Dennis took us out on his small sail boat in the Newport Bay. I thought for sure we would capsize! We both got mixed poodle puppies. Hers was black and mine was brown from the same litter. We knew a lot about one another and our families which created an instant bond.

I would visit her on Pacific Ave. in Glendale and was smitten at how cute she always dressed Lori. Lori was in adorable live doll! I loved her cute stories about Lori. Gayle had a knack of making everything pretty. The cottage on Raleigh’s property was like where Snow White lived. Then there was the carriage house on the same property that she brought Mike and Debbie home to after they were born. She created a delightful place out of both.

The Sylmar earthquake really changed her thing. She did not feel safe. She found the Lord at that point. The move to the beach area gave her a peaceful sense. Corona del Mar was a cute beach house with a picket fence. They rented it while Dennis worked in sales. Oddly enough, we moved to Tustin, so we could visit once in a while. Work and family life kept us busy. She was so kind to an older couple who landed on door step almost every Sunday. It was hard on her family but harder on her. When they did not go to her house, they would come the ours.

Then Gordon came into her life. She was a Christian Scientist by then. He was considerably older than her which gave her security. They married. She jumped full board into his pool chemical manufacturing business. The plant was in Santa Ana and she helped him grow the business. They need more room and it would be cost effective to move to Arizona. I was sad when the family moved but she assured me distance would not change our relationship and it didn’t. We visited them a few times at the equestrian manor home. Once we rented a big motor home so we could park it in front of their home. Debbie went with us on that trip from CA to AZ. We took it to the horse show which ended up being a mistake. Gordon and she owned horses which they showed. They won ribbons and even bread them. On another trip we experienced a twilight trail ride in the desert which was fun. We saw the huge plant where they worked and realized how successful they became. They had very large hotel accounts which extended to several states. Of course she and I stayed up until the wee hour of the morning talking about everything. She was deeply devoted to her faith and studied almost daily. It helped her deal with the many trials of life.

She made an effort to come to California to attend our family events. I truly appreciated her being there on several occasions.

She also tried to help out when needed by her daughters. Fixing, helping, working hard…it’s what Mother’s do was what she said.

After her divorce from Gordon and move into the condo, I again visited her. She had been ill and told me how helpful Mike had been in her recovery. She expressed her affection/love for her son. She also shared how much she had enjoyed Lori’s children when they had stayed with her after their return from living in Hawaii. The family brought her joy.

By then so many changes had started to take place. It was on one of my visits that I met her love, Yanni. She assured me marriage to John was all she wanted. He understood her better than anyone and had the character she had been yearning to be with. When they moved into their „love cottage“ she worked hard to make it the perfect home. It needed a total redo and she did a lot herself. She loved going to concerts, museums and learning the Greek way. She chaired the Arts and Flowers events to raise money for the Phoenix Art Museum. It was so much work but it turned out fabulous and successful Charles and I left very early in the morning in pouring rain to get to the show by noon. Low and behold the sum came out for her in the afternoon….I always loved seeing what she was creating on her easel. She had a good eye for color. She always loved fresh flowers no matter where she lived.

She enjoyed watching James and Sarah grow. She recognized their intelligence and talents. They live very close by. She liked helping out and attending their school events when possible.

Ariadne was an exceptionally beautiful, intelligent, gracious woman. She paid close attention to detail no matter what she was doing. She had a special way of expressing herself always interjecting scripture. She touched many lives in different places and ways. She was a great friend whom I truly miss. We sensed when to call one another and just picked up where we had left off. We had no secrets which made conversation easy.

I’m sad she did not seek medical attention early when she knew something was not right. But, she was true to her faith. She is with God and can finally have peace and a much deserved rest. She loved the 23rd Psalm and it’s meaning.

Ariadne/Gayle, you’ll always be in my mind’s eye and in my heart. Thank you for 52+ years of true friendship. You gave me a beautiful gift!“


Joy Travis sagte folgendes

For the Celebration of Life

Hello, my name is Joy Travis. I had the great pleasure of knowing Ariadne for almost 40 years. When I realized that I could send something that would be read about my friend, I was honored and thrilled.

There are those people who make a difference in our lives because of their character, their example, and the practical expression of the love of Christ. She was that kind of person.

She had a „Heart of Gold“ and touched my life in such a meaningful way. Such a unique individual …. Always giving me her very best. Her pleasure was in making others first. She derived great happiness from simple things …. not showy, not complicated. She was beautiful inside and out.

Ariadne was honorable, had integrity, and very principled. I was a better person because she was in my life.

Please know that love is stronger than death, even though it can not stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries, it can’t separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories either, in the end, life is stronger than death.

So I leave you with these thoughts:

For those I love…. and those who love me ….
When I am gone, release me….Let me go.
You have so many things to see and do.
You must not tie yourself to me with tears.
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness
I thank you for the love you each have shown
But now it’s time I traveled on alone.

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
It is only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I’ll be near
And if you listen with your heart you’ll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come
this way on your own …
I“ll greet you with a smile and say
„Welcome Home“.


Meine Worte zur Gedenkfeier

In Gedenken an Ariadne

Erinnerungen sind kleine Sterne, die tröstend in das Dunkel

unserer Trauer leuchten.
unbekannter Verfasser


that means, memorys are little stars, they light the dark of our sorrows. So we are all here to light our dark with little memories of Ariadne. My first memory of her is the memory of a wonderful, friendly woman, her hairband was from the same color and fabrik like her shirt. I met her twice times, and both times she was a wonderful hostess and do all to let our time, we spend together to get a wonderful time. Our last contact with mail was in the year 2010 and we both have different thoughts and different views, so we lost the contact. But, when Cliff and I plan to go to America in April, I think when we go to see Ariadne and Yanni so I can say, yes Ariadne your right. I’m sad, that I didn’t have the possibility to do that and I’m sad, that I have no chance to know her better in this life so in my memories, she will allways be the wonderful women with the hairband in the same color of her shirt. I wish, that her last hours were in good atmoshpere with all the people she loved around her and that her „good bye“ means a hello in another world.


I wish all the family people who loved her many, many little memories of here to light up the darkness of our sorrows.


For this time I wish you all a safe travel home and God bless you all.