Cheryl (Donlan) Linville was born Dec. 19, 1943, in Seattle, to Dan and Evelyn (Evans) Donlan. Siblings to follow, sister Danella Donlan (JD), brother Leonard Donlan (Paula, Amy and Zeb), sister Maureen McKinney (Buck), brother Larry (Buddy) Donlan and cousin/brother Tim Young (Paula and Tom).
They lived in a modest house in Issaquah, later moving out of town to a farm in the May Valley area. The family enjoyed their summers down on Lake Sammamish at the property of dear friends the Flintofts.
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Cheryl Linville
Cheryl graduated from Issaquah High School in 1962 as valedictorian of her class. She was also a SeaFair princess during the Worlds Fair, and received a full engineering scholarship to the University of Washington (that didn’t happen in 1962 for women). I did have the only mom that could help me through calculus and physics in high school (got me into college).
Cheryl came from true Northwest pioneer families. Her father Dan Donlan’s family emigrated from Ireland in the 1800s, homesteading in Issaquah. The family built the first Catholic church and fire department in Issaquah. When a new church was built in 1965, Cheryl and Larry were the first to be married there, and were given the lantern from the old church as a heritage memory.
Cheryl’s mother Evelyn Evans’ family also emigrated from the Northern Isles in the 1800s and settled in Prosser. There are amazing accounts of the hardships of passage to America and making a life in Washington. Her family has a rich recorded history of pioneering the Northern Territories. As unassuming as Cheryl may have seemed, she had the true grit of pioneer stock.
First and foremost, family mattered to Cheryl. Through the good times, she was a devoted wife, a mother that is too close to my heart to explain, a grandmother, so natural and beautiful Piper would not know an ounce of separation between their souls.
Larry and Cheryl married in 1965 and enjoyed traveling through retirement, appreciating America’s beauty together. Through the hard times, battling cancer, her tough-as-pioneer-stock prevailed, quietly. Cancer ultimately took her life after a couple of tries and not without an amazing battle. Cheryl fought for every last moment to watch her granddaughter Piper grow up.
Grandma went to every life event; Camp Fire, music, sports, school, dance…she did not miss a thing…as it was when I was growing up. She introduced me to so many wonderful things — arts, music, sports — and was there to watch how it all turned out.
Camp Fire was a long tradition in our family. My mom was my leader and I passed that down to my daughter. Cheryl always helped me with crafts for my group; that wasn’t my thing. She also taught me the value of volunteering and appreciating nature and inspiring girls to be anything they wanted to be.
One of Cheryl’s true joys was to listen to Piper’s school concerts; she had an amazing ear for music and could hear every note (good or bad). She was always impressed by the Sacajawea Middle School Band high-level performances, Piper and her French horn and clarinet (the same one Cheryl played).
Cheryl was the truest soccer Mom and Grandma that existed, never missing a game, even traveling with the team out of state. Soccer became a way of life for Cheryl starting in 1973, when I started playing. Cheryl learned the beautiful game; it helped that her mind was so “intelligent,” she could watch the game and know exactly what should be happening, the flow, the beauty of soccer…she could see it all. Not only did Cheryl learn how to see it…she played it…why not! Twenty-five years of women’s soccer!
When she wasn’t playing, she was watching, including Sounders’ women first amazing season, and the Sounders of course. Piper and I both swam, played basketball, softball, tennis and track. Piper also played volleyball. There was hardly a day or week went by without “something” to go watch. Cheryl wasn’t going to miss a thing.
I think back again to Camp Fire, where Cheryl shared her artistic side. She could draw, paint, sew, throw pottery; she was so gifted, artistically. Gardening was another natural gift that Cheryl shared. Every neighbor that walked by was happy to stop and admire, inquire and enjoy the beauty and artistry that is the yard of the home she shared with Larry in Marine Hills, Federal Way.
The garden she created was crafted with an artistic and brilliant eye, plenty of hard work and a green thumb, methodical and beautiful…just like my Mom. As spring arrives and the plants bloom, my Dad will have the fortune to walk outside daily and enjoy and remember the beauty that is Cheryl.
A reception will be held at the Beach Park Founders Lodge on Saturday, March 8, from 6-9 p.m. The street address is 22030 Cliff Ave. S.,
Des Moines, WA 98198. Phone: 206-870-9370.
Friends are invited to sign the online guestbook at www.flintofts.com.