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We recently (October 2019) received word from Don Vanvick that Doug Woo passed away earlier this month. As we receive more information, we will update this page. RIP Doug
Thanks to Al Ovadia for the obituary that I am now adding to this introduction (January 2022)
Douglas Foo Woo was born on July 10th, 1950 in Seattle, Washington to Him Ah Woo and Tuey Moy. Doug grew up in the Beacon Hill area with his three Siblings, Sue, Faye and Eugene. He graduated from Franklin High School in the Raineer Valley in 1970, and later attended the University of Washington. On December 22nd, 1982, Doug helped welcome his daughter, Sarah Woo into the world. Doug enjoyed spending his weekends riding his motorcycle and watching the Husky Football in the fall. He was an avid collector of guns and loved sharing his knowledge with others. Doug will always be remembered for his love of food and feeding others, you could always find rice on his plate, no matter what time of day. Family looked forward to his famous pot roast and chicken divan that he made every Christmas. Doug passed away, surrounded by his loved ones on October 2nd, 2019. While Doug will be missed, he is reunited with his wife, Annie, daughter, Sarah and parents. He is free.
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Al Ovadia
I'm sure Doug is in Heaven reminicsing about days gone by with John Dunham who sadly passed several years ago, both so many years before their time.
At this sad time I am remembered of a favorite quote of mine, "Friends come into our lives and friends leave our lives, but friends never leave our hearts, And, best friends always get to stay in the best places in. our hearts". Doug will have a big place in my heart joning John, Jack Halfon and many of the other close friends that have passed.
May he Rest in Peace.
Dorothy Rodes
Sad to learn Doug has passed. The first thing I thought about was laughing with him. He was SO funny. May he transition in peace. Did not know him well ... his vibe was gentle and kind. In Gratitude.
Wendy Glant
Doug Woo, Kind, lovable, infectious humor....not a bad memory surrounds Doug. Thank you Al for that photo! Zoom 1968....Happy times we all had. ♥️
Robert W Talbot
Al, thanks for the great photo from back in the day. Doug truly was a gentle soul and with a wonderful sense of humor. I remember playing poker with him, Jeff Yoshinaka and some of our other class mates. Not a lot of money changed hands but the jokes and stories were non stop. Doug will be deeply missed. Rest in piece my old friend.
Nancy Raetzloff (Groth)
Douglas Foo Woo
JULY 10, 1950 – OCTOBER 2, 2019
Douglas Foo Woo was born on July 10th, 1950 in Seattle, Washington to Him Ah Woo and Tuey Moy. Doug grew up in the Beacon Hill area with his three Siblings, Sue, Faye and Eugene. He graduated from Franklin High School in the Rainer Valley in 1970, and later attended the University of Washington. On December 22nd, 1982, Doug helped welcome his daughter, Sarah Woo into the world. Doug enjoyed spending his weekends riding his motorcycle and watching the Husky Football in the fall. He was an avid collector of guns and loved sharing his knowledge with others. Doug will always be remembered for his love of food and feeding others, you could always find rice on his plate, no matter what time of day. Family looked forward to his famous pot roast and chicken divan that he made every Christmas. Doug passed away, surround by his loved ones on October 2nd, 2019. While Doug will be missed, he is reunited with his wife, Annie, daughter, Sarah and parents. He is free.
Nancy Raetzloff (Groth)
This is the link for those who wish more information on Memorial services for Doug. They will be held on October 25, 2019
https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/lynnwood-wa/douglas-woo-8879581
Ric Rivera
Sad indeed. We had great joy and laughter. One of those times was working together. For me, a short time at an auto parts warehouse in 1980 (we swooned over the boss’s son’s Shelby Mustang in storage there), we again met up on our 30th reunion. I tried getting Doug to come to our 50th but wasn’t feeling good, he wished us well. On a side note, the saddest event of his life that he carried was the loss of his daughter.
From his family album pictures, laughter was evident at an early age. Indeed, infectious gregarious laughter Wendy. RIP, dear friend.
That’s a lesson Doug gave us, “Laughter.”
Mark Benecke
Doug was a very close friend in high school. He was one of the most easy guys to like I've ever known. One memory I'll never forget involves Mike Smith, Doug and I. It was a Saturday night in April in either our Junior or Senior year and the next day was the opening of fishing season across the state. The three of us had planned to stay up all night, meet up with other Franklin friends in the pre-dawn hours, and then head south to Bay Lake (somewhere near Tacoma) to catch our limit of trout. The lake was supposed to be overflowing with trout. I guess that's why no one questioned driving so far to go fishing. It was well after midnight when we, coming from a party on Beacon Hill, decided to take Chesty Blvd down the hill to our rendezvous location with the other guys. (I wish I could remember who joined us that early morning to go fishing. Maybe the Bingham's, Mike Diamond, Jeff Yoshinaka, Bill Nelson, Bud Talbot, Rick Reeves..but I'm not sure.) We were going too fast on the dark & curvy Chesty Blvd road. Suddenly Mike lost control and we slammed into a roadside tree. Aside from a few bumps, bruises and scratches, the three of us seemed to be OK. Within minutes of the crash, a passer-by stopped and helped pull the Chevy back on the road. The car's front end was totally smashed and the windshild was a mess..but miraculously, the car seemed drivable. We eventually met up with our buddies an hour or so before dawn at 37th & Horton and headed south, in a different car, for Bay Lake. Of couse, we did not catch one fish that day! No one even had a bite. We did manage to get soaked from the non-stop rain. When we got back to Mike's car, we discovered his '55 Chevy was totally undrivable and needed to be towed away. How we ever drove it from the darkness of Chesty Blvd to 37th & Horton, will always be a strange, neighborhood mystery. Doug and I ended up with no repercussions from the the accident, but Mike suffered a broken right wrist. The injury prevented Mike, a great ballplayer, from playing Spring baseball for Coach King & Franklin that year. In a somewhat odd twist of fate, I understand Mike retired from Boeing several years ago and is now a fishing guide on the Green River...or is it the Cedar River? Let us know if you were one of the guys who rode with us on that wet fishing expedition to Bay Lake...all those years ago. R.I.P. Doug.....I'm sure you're simling and laughing right now.
Sylvia Lovegren (Petras)
That's an amazing memory, Mark. Thanks for sharing. Crazy kids! RIP Doug.
Ric Rivera
RIP Doug Woo RIP