Marla's Memorial Service
Written by David Flinn
Hi all,
On October 29th 2011, a large crowd gathered at a Memorial Service for a dear friend of ours, Marla Silver. You can either just stream the audio files by clicking below or download the mp3 files below. Note the *2 files have been enhanced a bit so you can hear them better. Download the original ones if you really want to muck around with it yourself!
We miss you Marla!
| File | Description | File Size |
|---|---|---|
 Eric Pfirman | Unedited | 3966 Kb |
| EricPfirman2.mp3 | Enhanced | 2644 Kb |
| LarrySilver.mp3 | Unedited | 1321 Kb |
| LarrySilver2.mp3 | Enhanced | 881 Kb |
| MaryArduser.mp3 | Unedited | 4774 Kb |
| MaryArduser2.mp3 | Enhanced | 3183 Kb |
| MattStillerman.mp3 | Unedited | 1929 Kb |
| MattStillerman2.mp3 | Enhanced | 1286 Kb |
| PaulStankiewicz.mp3 | Unedited | 2877 Kb |
| PaulStankiewicz2.mp3 | Enhanced | 1918 Kb |
| TheaShive.mp3 | Unedited | 1446 Kb |
| TheaShive2.mp3 | Enhanced | 964 Kb |
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