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Lily Yuriko Warnick, 97, passed away peacefully on Feb. 4, 2019. 

She is survived by her devoted son, Richard Warnick (Amy) of Alameda, sister Sachie Serizawa of Shizuoka Ken, Japan, and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her husband Edward, sister Kimiko and brothers Yoshio, Paul, Shigetoshi, Shoji and Johnny.

Lily was born in Pescadero, Calif., to Gisaburo and Saki Serizawa on Nov. 19, 1921, and was the third of eight children. Her father moved the family to Japan in 1935, where Lily went to middle and high school and worked on the family farm. At the end of World War II, Lily worked as a typist and translator in Hakone during the U.S. Occupation. She returned to the United States in 1947. 

While working as a supply manager at the Naval Supply Center in Alameda, she met the love of her life, Army SFC Edward Warnick. They married in 1961, and settled in Alameda, where they would spend the rest of their lives. 

Throughout her life, she dedicated herself to her family and friends and loved spending time with them. She and Ed would often welcome new military transfers and many of Rick’s friends to their home for a temporary place to stay or delicious meals. She was extremely caring and generous and did all she could to help others and kept in touch with them for years afterwards.

Lily loved being with people and was a devoted member of Extending Connections senior group, the Oakland Athletics Booster Club, as well as spending 20 years as an Oakland Athletics volunteer, regularly staffing the designated driver booth at games. 

Special thanks to the wonderful staff at Sandcreek Lodge, who lovingly cared for Lily in her last two years; Jo Takata of Extending Connections, who tirelessly leads the Senior group, keeping them active and connected; and Joyce Stanek — Lily’s “boss” at the Oakland Coliseum who managed all of the volunteers with kindness and respect. 

Per her request, no memorial service will be held at this time, but there will be a celebration of her life in November. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to your favorite charity. 

Devanulis F. “Hutch” Hutchinson Jr. passed away in his hometown of Prattville, Ala. 

Hutch was known and loved by many in Alameda where he made his home after retiring from the United States Navy. He served his country as a Chief Petty Officer for more than 20 years. He was decorated with many honors.  

He resided in Alameda with his beloved wife Carol Ann Hutchinson, raising their combined family: his late daughter Julia Renee Hutchinson, son Thomas E Hutchinson Sr. and daughter Maria E Maia Davis. Hutch then provided 35 years of dedicated service with the U.S. Postal Service.  

Hutch was known around town for his baby blue Chevy Luv Truck (The Blue Lizard) that was his signature vehicle, and loved to ride around town to visit everyone.  

He will be missed by many for his kind giving and unconditional friendship he gave to many people. He had several grandchildren and several great-grandchildren who will all miss him. 

Sharyle (Sherry) Blythe Yeates was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, the second of five children of Russell Kenneth and Alberine Larsen Yeates. She was raised in Salt Lake City and the nearby cities of Ogden and Orem.

An independent sort who struggled in school, she dropped out at 15 and went to work, both to support herself as she made her way in the world and then to help provide for her immediate and extended family. At 18, she was hired by a Salt Lake City bank, which launched her lifelong career in banking. 

Her only child, Laurel, was born in 1953. In 1957, she purchased two one-way plane tickets to San Francisco, packed two suitcases with summer clothes, toys and albums by Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra. With $200 in cash and her four-year-old daughter, she moved to a state where she knew no one. To borrow from a John Denver song, she was born in the summer of her 25th year, coming home to a place she’d never been before.

The mother-daughter duo first landed in budget hotel rooms in San Francisco, then crossed the bay to a furnished studio in North Oakland where they used their coats as blankets. It wasn’t long before Laurel blabbed about the sleeping arrangements to neighbors, who opened their hearts, supplied bedding and insisted the pair come over for dinner several times a week. Sherry soon found a job at Bank of California in Berkeley and began to forge bonds with friends who became their “California family.” 

Hungry to advance professionally, she earned her GED and began a gradual ascent in her banking career. She retired from Union Bank in 1992 as a personal banking officer. 

Her early retirement allowed her to embark — solo — on adventures in Europe, Tahiti, Australia, New England and to her favorite destination, South Carolina. She encountered health challenges along the way but quit smoking and attended to doctors’ orders and her common sense, which carried her into her mid-80s. When she was told by a doctor in November that her heart was beginning to slow, she said, “I’m sorry to hear this. It’s been a beautiful life and I’ve loved every minute of it.”

Sherry was cut from a unique cloth. She was cussedly independent; proud to a fault; ferociously principled and honest; notoriously kind and compassionate to children, animals and the elderly; interested in all that life might offer. She was optimistic, believed in the goodness of people and had an amazingly admirable work ethic born of the pioneering spirit of her ancestors. 

She was funny. Her sparkling eyes dazzled, and her unique commentary and reflections about life could startle, surprise and amuse. People always felt welcome in her home. Laurel’s school-girlfriends loved to sit in the Yeates kitchen and discuss school, politics, boys or the world with Sherry. She was the mom who heard teenage confessions and didn’t judge.

Her cookie jar was always full. She loved garage sales and antiquing, especially for miniature dolls. She took great pride in her Christmas tree, festooned with care every winter. She enjoyed long walks with her beloved dog, Nosy, and after his passing, to visit and feed the neighborhood cats. Her garden enchanted all who entered or passed; her quaint cottage was the site of countless dinner parties and potlucks. She got her driver’s license at 40 and relished 42 years of the freedom that driving her own car afforded. 

Her heart finally did just give up — gratefully in her sleep. It was right and it was time, but we all miss her desperately. She was our first stop when we had interesting news to share or a problem to discuss. We can’t begin to list the ways she taught us how to live life, rarely from spoken lessons, more often from her actions.

Sherry is survived by Laurel and her husband John Petersen of Alameda; her granddaughter, Tarrin Petersen-Rice, grandson-in-law Jason Rice, and great-grandson Theo of Salt Lake City; her brother and sister-in-law Philip and Judy Yeates of Murray, Utah; her sister Tamyrra Vowles of Bountiful, Utah; many adoring nieces, nephews and cousins in Utah; and many “family members by choice” in California. She was predeceased by her parents and brothers Ken and Rodger Yeates.

Sherry didn’t care about having a service, but she would feel grateful to have her memory honored through genuine attention paid to a child or an animal, a seized opportunity to lend an ear to someone in need or a random act of kindness. And when you are struck by how beautiful life is, know that in that moment you are seeing the world through Sherry’s appreciative eyes.

If you knew Sherry and have a remembrance you would be willing to share, please write to Laurel at