McDonald, Dianne, a 38-year resident of Palos Verdes, passed away on Wednesday, April 16, 2008; she was 78 years old. Born in Queens, NY, she moved to Los Angeles as an infant with her parents. She grew up in Santa Monica and lived in Mandeville Canyon. She graduated high school from the Montecito School for Girls and attended both Palos Verdes College and UCLA. She loved to share stories from her childhood of attending boarding school and about the pioneers of the emerging southern California aviation industry. Dianne was a member of the Neighborhood Church in Palos Verdes and an avid lover of classical music. She was an accomplished French-horn musician and long-term member of both the El Camino and Palos Verdes Symphonic Bands. She was also a docent at the Heard Museum in Phoenix, Arizona and the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles and loved to share her knowledge of history and artifacts. Dianne also loved to travel and adventured to over 16 countries in her lifetime. She is survived by husband, John McDonald of Palos Verdes Estates, CA; son, Bruce McDonald of Lafayette, CO; daughter, Carolyn Price of Redondo Beach, CA; and grandchildren Brittany Price, Andrew Price, and Adam McDonald. She was preceded in death by her parents, Elizabeth and Ivar Shogran. Her service will be held at the Neighborhood Church of Palos Verdes on Friday April 25th. Burial will be private. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in her memory to the Palos Verdes Symphonic Band, 18430 Kingsdale Avenue, Redondo Beach, CA 90278.

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  1. I will always remember Dianne as a vigorous, very much involved lady! Whether she was playing the Horn or Sailing the Lido-14, she was always enthusiastic

  2. I am sorry to hear about your loss John, Dianne was a very special person to all that ever knew her as your wife and partner in all the good things you did in life.

  3. To my dearest family, some things I’d like to say… but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I’m writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there’s no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I’m out of sight. Remember that I’m with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, “I welcome you.” It’s good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, they’ll be here later on. I need you here badly; you’re part of my plan. There’s so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.” God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night, the day’s chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you….in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. But if I were to tell you, you wouldn’t understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o’er. I’m closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I’d like it for you too… that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who’s in sorrow and pain, then you can say to God at night……”My day was not in vain.” And now I am contented….that my life has been worthwhile, knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you’re walking down the street, and you’ve got me on your mind; I’m walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it’s time for you to go…. from that body to be free, remember you’re not going…..you’re coming here to me. Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author) Copyright 1998-2008

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