Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I am a grandson. I am 60 years old. I did not know my grandfather. I did know my remarkable grandmother. The year prior to my grandfathers death, their son Val drowned. A week after my grandfathers death, their eight year old daughter June, my mother was badly burned in an accident involving neighborhood children and gasoline. She was in the hospital when my grandmother gave birth to her sixth child. She was left alone to raise five children , ages ten and younger. Due to corruption in Ogden politics, my grandmother was denied a police widows pension. There was no Social Security in those days.
Thirteen years later she married the only grandfather I ever knew. Dewey Brown.
What do I remember most about my grandmother?
Her sense of humor.
I miss you Edith, I miss you Dewey. I look forward to meeting you Joseph Horald Quigley. Thank you.

Bob
Grandson

July 24, 2020

Thank you for service and please know that your sacrifice will never, ever be forgotten. Rest in peace always.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

July 12, 2020

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 78th anniversary year of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered. Rest In Peace

Phyllis Lasater Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) Officer Larry Lasater

January 6, 2013

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

January 5, 2012

i have heard stories of my great granddfather. it seems to me that he was a great man. although i never got to meet him i love him. i realize that this incident happen 71 years ago today. it is very amazing and i know that he did whatever he could to help people. even if it ended up to be like what happend to him the night of july 12, 1935. love always!

July 12, 2006

My father Hugh, was Joseph Horald's youngest brother. He always told my brother and I the about his big brother, speaking with so much pride in his voice. My uncle was killed 5 years before I was born but after listening to my father as he described his brother, I feel as I did get to meet him. My wife and I have visited his and Aunt Edith's gravesite in Ogden many times. Thanks for honoring this man.

Patrick Joseph Quigley
Nephew of Joseph Horald Quigley

September 20, 2005

Joseph Horald Quigley was my grandfather. I never got to meet him. I never knew him. My mother was five years old when her father was murdered. Her dad was 35 years old. But he lives on - in me - in my mother - in my children and grandchildren now. I tell them the story of how their great-grandfather and great-great grandfather was killed. As it was told to me when I was young.

I wish he could have known him when I was little. I wish I could have hugged him. I wish my mother could have grown up with her dad by her side, to hold her, to play with her, and to comfort her. But that didn't happen.

I am so proud to be his granddaughter. I am proud of him and of my mom, her brothers and sisters, and my grandma. They had to live through this. And somehow, they survived.

And I grew up without him - my grandfather. It's 70 years later and his life - and his death - still matter. Diana

April 22, 2005

It's unbelievable how little a life means to some. I hope they received their just end. Rest in peace brother.

October 4, 2004