Betty J. Ethell died Jan. 27, 2008, in Tigard, Ore., at age 92, just two months short of turning 93. She had lived all but 11 years in Hood River, Ore., moving to Tigard in 2003 to be closer to her family.

Betty’s memorial will be held at Avamere King City Rehab at 16485 S.W. Pacific Highway (Highway 99), Tigard, Ore., phone (503) 620-5141, on Tuesday, Feb. 5, at 2:30 p.m.

A second memorial will be held in Hood River when weather and traveling permits.

Betty was born in Great Falls, Mont., on March 25, 1915, to Walter and Deone Mansfield. At age 7 Betty and her mom joined her dad in Hood River, where Walter had taken a job at the Hood River News, working there from 1922 until he retired in the late 1950s.

Betty met Harry at age 10 and they became childhood sweethearts. At age 12, during the summer, they joined some climbers and climbed the north face of Mount Hood. They were avid outdoors people, hiking, fishing, trapping, and canoeing.

Betty and Harry married in 1937 and started a family in 1943. Family was everything to both. Betty enjoyed cooking, gardening, golfing, and decorating, and Harry was a logger. Later, Betty and Harry bought an orchard in Parkdale and eventually retired in Hood River.

The Ethells were longtime members of Riverside Church. Betty taught Bible study when Patty was young and helped with church functions.

Their girls, Patty and Judy, moved away and married later.

Betty was preceded in death by her folks in the early 1980s. Harry died 10 years ago in December 1997.

Survivors include daughters and sons-in-law Patty and Jim Ochs and Judy and Marvin Baker, and grandson Sean Matthews, all of whom reside in Tigard, Ore.

The family thanks you for your thoughts and prayers.

Aaron Moore, born April 3, 1962, died in peace Jan. 24, 2008.

Born with cystic fibrosis, Aaron received a second chance, with the gift of life, a double lung transplant on Thanksgiving Day seven and a half years ago. He was the longest living person of his age group from the University of Washington with a double lung transplant.

He received the gift of life with a purpose: A purpose to live life to the fullest, as an inspiration to all, giving of his time and energy to all those with whom he came in contact. He filled others with hope and was an amazing source of inspiration.

He seemed to have a fire burning within him to get up each day and make his day purposeful, to touch someone, to accomplish one more goal. As we all know, he was his own best advocate and at times his own worst enemy. He knew how to stretch his limits beyond what anyone would believe he could do.

Aaron was a fire-fighter and had paramedic training, a satellite sales person and installer, and a member of the Back Country Horsemen. He performed numerous hours of volunteer work for the community as a director on the board for the Soul Café in Hood River, at Providence Hood River Memorial Hospital, and for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.

He also volunteered at Harborview Medical Center and received honorary volunteer of the year in 1990 from them. He volunteered as Patient Advocate at Oregon Health Sciences. He also spent many hours clearing trails for the Back Country Horsemen and volunteered at the Mt. Adams Endurance Race.

Aaron loved to ride his horse. Riding gave Aaron a sense of freedom that he had never felt in his life. It allowed him to go places he would have never been able to get to and gave him the ability to be where he loved to be, in the woods. It gave him a relationship not only with his horse and nature but a bond with other riders. It allowed him to belong. It was huge in his life. He completed a 30-mile endurance race in Glenwood last year and came in third place.

Aaron continued to ride even when he went back on oxygen in August of last year. He devised a way to strap the oxygen tanks to the saddle and get on the trail.

Magic was the horse Aaron won that race on and, when he kept her stabled at Country Club Stables, he wrote her name on her stall as: “Put a little MAGIC in my day.”

Aaron had a way of putting a little magic into his life and into ours. Aaron has enriched our world with his sense of humor, his sense of purpose, his integrity his generosity, his fortitude and will to live life to the fullest of his ability.

Aaron had two sayings to be remembered; he would say, “If you lay down, you die.” That is why it was hard to find him in his hospital bed. He should have had a tracking device when he was in the hospital. His nurses would have been less frustrated.

Aaron never thought of himself as sick; he never dwelled on his problems; he always tried to “live a good day” (as he would say) no matter how poorly he felt. His other saying was, “You don’t care how much somebody knows until you know how much they care.”

Aaron was preceded in death by his wife, Janiene Moore, and his father, Darrell Moore. His mother, Sharon Moore, and two sisters, Tina and Tammy, live in Seattle.

Donations can be made to the Aaron Moore Fund through Anderson’s Tribute Center, 1401 Belmont Road, Hood River, OR 97031.

Contributions will help to fund Aaron’s services and will then be donated to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation and The Soul Café of Hood River.

Services were held at Providence Hood River Memorial Hospital in the second floor chapel on Wednesday, Jan. 30. Another service will be held in June (date to be determined) at the Mt. Adams Horse Camp.

Arrangements are under the direction of Anderson’s Tribute Center (Funerals, Receptions, Cremations), 1401 Belmont Ave., Hood River, OR 97031; (541) 386-1000; www.andersonstributecenter.com.

James H. Scragg, 54, a Seattle firefighter for 30 years, who survived the 1995 Pang warehouse fire that killed four of his comrades, died Jan. 17, 2008, surrounded by friends and family after a three-and-a-half-year battle with lung cancer. Though a battalion chief, everyone knew him as Jim, “Jimmy” or Scragg.

Jim graduated from Clover Park High and attended Oregon State University before joining the Seattle Fire Department. As Jim rose through the ranks within the department, he worked vigorously to implement measures to assure the “safety first” motto and was a founding member of the fire department’s technical rescue team and Puget Sound Urban Search and Rescue Task Force (USAR/FEMA).

Jimmy’s unique sense of humor and zest for life could never be duplicated and will be sorely missed. His passion for excellence and going for the extreme was exemplified in everything he did: windsurfing, mountain climbing, skiing, biking, golfing, salmon fishing, photography, music, and most importantly, caring for his precious family and beloved poodle dogs. He had a presence that could not be ignored, or forgotten, and he has had a huge impact on those left behind.

Jim is survived by his loving wife, Stacey; stepson, Mac; mother, Mary; brother, Keith; and niece, Desiree. Family and friends will be forever grateful to the staff and doctors at Swedish Hospital who took care of Jimmy during his last days.

A celebration of Jim Scragg’s life will be held on Friday, Feb. 8, 2 p.m. at the South Lake Union Armory, 860 Terry Avenue North in Seattle. All are welcome to attend. Remembrances may be made to the Northwest Burn Foundation or the Medic One Foundation. Online go to bonneywatson.com.