Thomas Arthur Anstrom ’04

       Thomas Arthur Anstrom, of Washington, DC, passed away suddenly on April 8, 2015 at the age of 33. His cause of death was a heart incident related to a long-standing heart condition. Tom was born at GWU Hospital on May 9,1981 and grew up in Alexandria, Virginia. He attended Burgundy Farm Country Day School in Alexandria and Edmund Burke School in Washington, DC.
         While in high school, Tom served as a Congressional intern in the office of Majority Whip David Bonior, during which he gained an appreciation for how progressive efforts in politics could make a positive difference. He went on to Davidson College in Davidson, NC, where in 2004 he received a Bachelor’s Degree in History and was selected for the Davidson in Cambridge Program.
          He also received a Master’s Degree in Political Management from the George Washington University. Tom’s political heroes were John Lewis and Paul Wellstone, and he drew from them a love for public service and social justice.
          He had baseball heroes as well – Jackie Robinson, Hank Aaron, and Lou Whitaker and Alan Trammell and any and all other Detroit Tigers.
         Immediately after college, Tom went to Charlotte, NC to work on the Presidential Campaign of John Kerry. He then worked in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia, which was the key to Tim Kaine’s successful race for Governor.
        Tom then ran the successful races of Paul Fraim for Mayor of Norfolk and Paula Miller for the Virginia Senate, District 6. He also worked in the Hampton Roads area on the Kellam for Congress Congressional race and in the DC metropolitan area as an account manager for a direct mail firm serving progressive Democratic candidates.
       Tom then was a political analyst with The Atlas Project, where he analyzed data and wrote reports on the critical issues and details of a number of key election states. Tom loved the diversity and energy of the City of Washington. Interested in making a difference locally, Tom had just begun his first term as a Commissioner of the Advisory Neighborhood Commission (ANC) C-3, Cleveland Park.
        Tom is survived by his parents, Decker Anstrom and Sherron Hiemstra Anstrom; his grandmother, Carmel Hiemstra; his aunt and uncle, Kay and Phil Singer and their children Graham Singer and Lauren Cohee (Brian, Oliver, Elliot); his uncle and aunt Michael and Barbara Hiemstra and their daughter Mariel, and his great-aunt Linda Viotti, and cousins Michelle Viotti, David Viotti (Brooke Frewing, Nate, and Paige), and Paul Viotti, Jr. He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Ronald and Ann Anstrom, by his aunt Kristina Anstrom, and by his grandfather Clifford Hiemstra.
          The family would especially like to thank Dr. Steve Shapiro – who was Tom’s cardiologist from the time he was a day old until he was 30 – and Dr. Christopher Talluto and their great team from Child Cardiology Associates, as well as Dr. Joel Guiterman, Tom’s internist. They would also like to thank the many friends who so enriched Tom’s life and the life of his family.
         Tom will be remembered by all for his intelligence and humor; his love of baseball, politics, and pop culture, twitter, and other social media; his passion for social justice and human and civil rights; and most of all for his kindness, love of life, generosity, gentleness, and grace.
         A memorial service to celebrate Tom’s life is planned for 2 p.m. on Sunday, May 10, 2015 at the Arena Stage, 1101 Sixth Street, SW (Waterfront-SEU Green Line Metro stop).
       The family will provide suggestions at a later date on charities and organizations individuals may wish to support in Tom’s honor. For additional information, please visit www.josephgawlers.com
Published in The Washington Post from Apr. 11 to Apr. 13, 2015

 

Benton Thomas Ferguson ’09

Benton Thomas Ferguson '09Benton Thomas Ferguson died on March 29, 2015, still full of possibilities, one day after his twenty-eighth birthday. Visitation will be Friday, April 3, from 3-5 p.m. at Spry-Williams Funeral Home in Florence, Alabama.

A graduate of Florence High, Ben earned his B.A. in English at Davidson College, North Carolina, and then went on to a career in film production in New York City, New York. Benton worked on such projects as Girls, Power, CSI, and The Skeleton Twins (look for him in the first five minutes!) Ben was gifted in music, writing, painting, and in being a friend. His family has received much comfort from the many recountings of Benton’s impact on others.

Ben left us with these words, “When you think of me, remember what we had in common, what memories we shared, and I will be there living with you, never more than a stone’s throw away. Never forget that I love you so much, and I am endlessly, infinitely, world-formingly grateful.”

Ben is survived by his parents Dr. Charlie and Beki Ferguson; brother, Scott Ferguson; sisters, Jamie and Gretta Ferguson; grandmother, Robbie Robbins; and other family and significant friends we now call family.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to a creative project in memory of Ben at https://funds.gofundme.com/mobile/dashboard?url=benismagic, or to the Neuro-oncology Comprehensive Cancer Center, UAB, 510 20th Street South, FOT 1020, Birmingham, AL 35294. (also online @https://www.uab.edu/give/now/.)

Paula Denise Davis ’01

Paula Davis '01Paula Denise Davis ’01 passed away Feb. 15, 2013. Paula graduated from High School in 1997 from Alabama School of Math & Sciences in Mobile, AL; then she graduated from Davidson College in Davidson, North Carolina. She was a graduate of Cumberland Law School & member of Alabama State Bar.

Presently attending Samford University-Beeson School of Divinity & member of Omicron Delta Kappa. She was a member of the Sixth Avenue Baptist Church.

She is survived by her mother & father Mrs. Cynthia Davis & Mr. Douglas Davis; and her sister, Tracy (James) Spraggins.

Funeral service will be held on Wednesday, Feb. 20 at 11:00 AM at Sixth Ave. Baptist Church. Rev. John Cantelow III presiding. Burial to follow at Zion Memorial Gardens.

Published in The Birmingham News from Feb. 19 to Feb. 20, 2013

Marnie Padgett Rogers ’00

Marnie Padgett Rogers, 35 of Florence, died Saturday, January 12, 2013 at the Grand Strand Regional Medical Center. Marnie was born December 4, 1977 in Martinsville, Virginia. She graduated from Trinity Episcopal Day School in Natchez, MS, and Davidson College in Davidson, NC.

Surviving is her son, James William Olmes Rogers III of North Myrtle Beach; Father, Morgan Padgett of North Myrtle Beach; Mother, Susan Evans of Florence; and sister, Meredith Padgett Timmerman of Virginia Beach, Va. She was preceded in death by her husband, James William Olmes Rogers, Jr.; Paternal Grand Parents Tom and Violet Padgett; and Maternal Grand Parents Ralph and Nova Adkins.

Services for Marnie will be private.

In lieu of flowers, please make donations to: Davidson College Alumni, Marnie Padgett Rogers Memorial Fund, POB 7174, Davidson, NC 28035-7174.

Lauren Boyce Woodall Roady ’08

Lauren Boyce Woodall Roady ’08, loving wife, daughter, and sister, died on Dec. 8, 2012, in an accident in Lexington, Ky. She was an exceptionally talented runner; she was in Lexington to compete in the U.S.A. Track and Field Cross Country Club Championships with the Georgetown Running Club, her race team. Roady inspired all who were fortunate enough to know her. She loved unequivocally and was utterly unselfish. She did not waste a second of her too-short life. Everything Roady did, she did intensely and completely. Roady rose at dawn to run, spent her Metro commute to work e-mailing her friends and family, excelled at work, exercised again at lunch, called her parents, Jack Woodall ’68 and Sharon Boyce, on the walk home from the Metro, and spent her evenings deep in conversation with the husband she so dearly loved, Peter Roady ’06. Roady was born in Knoxville, Tenn., on Oct. 20, 1985. Her parents, Jack and Sharon, had waited a while to have children, but Peter and all the other people whose lives she transformed are glad they got around to it. Roady gave them their money’s worth. The fire within her burned strong from her first moments. When she learned to read, very early, she read through practically the entire library. She read so much she was banned from her school library, much to her mother’s consternation. Roady would snatch the day’s reading quiz off the teacher’s desk on the way into class and would complete it before class began. She then spent the rest of the class reading whatever she wanted. By the time she was 18, Roady had read 10 times more books than most people will read in 80 years. Roady and her younger brother, Nicholas, had a happy childhood with Jack and Sharon, and under the careful eyes and exemplary role modeling of their maternal grandmother, Virginia Boyce. They spent many wonderful weekends at Cade’s Cove, one of her favorite places, and somewhere she always returned to run when she visited Knoxville. Virginia was a third parent, and her positive influence on Roady was immense. Throughout her life, Roady drew upon Virginia’s strength, resolve, and spirit. Roady loved horses from the time she was a little girl. When Roady was nine, her parents gave her the gift she always wanted: riding lessons. Riding changed Roady’d life. Pony Club taught her leadership, and she won the Pony Club’s annual award at age 11. Throughout high school and college she dedicated herself to eventing and took her horse, Will, to the highest level. Along the way, she made many lifelong friends and admirers. She first met Peter at Davidson. She was two years younger, but they had a class together and bumped into each other around campus. They did not date at the time, and lost touch until reconnecting thanks to a mutual friend in the summer of 2008, who recognized the potential for a perfect match. They began corresponding regularly and spent Labor Day weekend together in Cambridge, Mass., where Peter was attending graduate school. Although Roady had only just started New York University (NYU) Law School, and they would have to begin their relationship long distance, Peter knew almost immediately that Roady was the woman he would marry. She was the kindest, most thoughtful person he had ever met. After a conversation with her parents, he proposed to Roady in a meadow in Oregon overlooking Mount Hood in August 2010. Roady spent the fall semester at Georgetown Law School to be with Peter. At Georgetown, Roady’s professors honored her as the top student in two of her classes. Roady returned to New York in the spring and the couple endured one last semester of long-distance while she finished her degree at NYU Law in 2011. Roady moved to Washington and began building a stellar reputation as an attorney at the Nuclear Regulatory Commission and to be with Peter forever. Growing up, Roady and her family traveled often to Cumberland Island, Ga., to camp and stay at the Greyfield Inn. Roady and her family knew this would be the place for an unforgettable wedding weekend with closest friends and family. Peter had never been, so she took Peter and his parents, Steve and Celia Roady, to visit the island in October 2010. All were instantly taken with this magical place. She and Peter married at Greyfield on Oct. 6, 2012, and spent a blissful weekend with their friends and family enjoying the island and each other’s company. The newlyweds honeymooned in Provence in the South of France, sharing many wonderful uninterrupted hours together. Roady made Peter feel loved and appreciated every minute of the more than four years they had together. She made him a better person. He loved her deeply. He is eternally grateful for the time they had together and the transformative impact she had on his life. She is survived by her husband, Peter Roady ’06, 2501 Porter St. NW, Apt. 407, Washington, DC 20008-1252; parents, Jack Woodall ’68 and Sharon Boyce; brother, Nicholas Woodall; uncle, David Woodall; aunt, Janet Bradshaw; cousins, Melanie Bradshaw Farrell and Stephanie Bradshaw Cummings; parents-in-law, Steve ’71 and Celia Roady; and sister-in-law, Laura Roady Capito. She will be deeply missed.