Merton-Allen-Obituary

Merton Willard Allen

Danville, California

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Merton Willard Allen June 8, 1925 - Sept. 6, 2010 Resident of San Leandro Mert passed away peacefully at age 85, on September 6, 2010 surrounded by his family. Born and raised in Livermore, CA, he served in the U.S. Marine Corp in both WWII and Korea before returning home to raise his family and...

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Uncle Mert and I shared a long association, in my memory, beginning when our two families lived just a few houses from each other in Ewa Beach, Hawaii. In the early 60's, Uncle Mert and my dad worked together to carve out a swimming pool from the coral rocks that was the shoreline behind our house on Pupu St. That two foot deep pool was the place where many great and wonderful hours were enjoyed by so many kids as all braved the crashing waves that broke over the seawall constructed on the...

We only Mert twice, but my spouse and I mourn his passing. He brought so much joy and love into my mother's life after the passing of my Dad. He was a gentle, kind man who had a wonderful sense of humor and a twinkle in his eye. He was very much a gentlemen. I am sorry he is gone, but glad that his last days were peaceful and without pain.

Mert, My family and I will miss our dinners, stories and your kidding my mother Gene Scovill. You are wonderful person and we are honored to be a part of your life and to have known you.

Our deepest sympathies to your family,

Tom, Lisa, Nate & Carter Scovill

I am so thankful that Barbara and Kimberly lived close to my Dad to see to his needs & visit him these past years. And Thank you Lisa, Barb, & Kimberly for being there for all of us on his last days. I know it meant alot to him, & us not able to be there. I will remember the fun times with Dad & all his great stories. When he played guitar & sang, he had such a beautiful voice......why didn't any of us get the "gift"?
Love ya Dad, always #5 Tracy

Uncle Mert, was a generous and loving man. He always welcomed my family and I into the household as if I were a son and my wife his daughter-in-law. I learned to be careful when speaking to him about a tool I needed or something I was planning on buying, because if he had one he'd immediately try to give it to me. I could sit and talk story with him for hours over a beer by the BBQ on a hot Livermore afternoon or in his workshop in Murphys while he worked on a carving. He epitomized many of...