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Olga Alicia Cerezo Huddleston
September 17, 1938 – September 30, 2023
Olga Huddleston originally from Antigua, Guatemala, moved to the United States when she was 25 years old to live with her Aunt Martita and uncle in Marin County. Shortly after, Olga married her first husband, Clifford, and divorced 10 years later. During their marriage, Olga brought her mother, Ana Imelda Cerezo, from Guatemala to live with them in Ukiah, California. After her divorce to Clifford, Olga went to work for the Comprehensive Employment and Training Act (CETA) program in the 70’s where she met her second husband, Director Edward Huddleston, who she married for approximately three years. After Olga divorced her second husband, her mother continued to live with her until her passing in the early 90’s. Olga went to work for Ukiah High School where she was one of the long-term campus supervisors for over 20 years alongside her longtime friend and campus supervisor, Mary Mucklow, also known as Cricket. Olga got to see many class graduations over those years and knew many of the younger generations who would greet her all over town in Ukiah. Olga was loved by all. She was a feisty Latina, with a wonderful sense of humor. Because English was her second language, at times it made it difficult to understand, but she was great to be with. Olga never remarried nor had any children of her own but culturally she adopted many children she considered her own family, especially Cricket and her husband, Kent’s, children, and grandchildren. She loved playing games and spending time with them as well as others she loved. Olga took in a high school student, Sergio, from Guatemala, who needed housing until she saw him graduate from high school. When Olga was younger, she loved fishing around Mendocino waters. Not to mention, Olga was an avid and sharp bingo player and was liked by all at the bingo parlor. Olga is remembered by her surrogate daughter, Pearlene Hernandez, who knew her for over 48 years. Olga struggled with fighting cancer during her last years of life but stayed optimistic until the end. She is survived by family living in Marin and Sonoma counties and in Guatemala. As well as enduring friends around the United States and Guatemala. Olga is greatly missed.
There will be no services.
Olga!! A world mother! Thank you Olga!!
I write this with a heavy heart. For over twenty years I worked with Olga. She is one of the most awesome people I have ever met. Her sense of humor was infectious and generosity was second to none. She will be missed by everyone who knew her. Thank you Cricket, for being her best friend and for these thoughtful words. Go up there and tell God a few of your jokes, Olgalita!!!
I’m so sad to hear of Olga’s passing. This is definitely one that hits home…. I know she is reunited with my momma! They are surly putting things in order up there…. No one is going out of bounds or they’ll be sent to Ray’s office!!! I’m sure she has some extra pens that say “stolen from Rayleen’s heavenly office!!!” If you know…you know…haha Sooo many years of the best memories with Olga, Cricket, and Todd!! Thank you all for loving my momma and watching over me when I was in my little rascal stage… 😉 Love you Olga!! ??????
Best neighbor for 19yrs!! When I moved in our complex my kids were 6 and 2….. she adored them, always visited them when they played outside, literally watched them grow up…… and in final years was around for the birth of my two grandsons……
I worked with Olga at Ukiah High School, she was a wonderful and helpful person. She loved the students and they knew it. She was strict when it was needed and kind when it was warranted. She will be missed. Sending love and good thoughts to her family and friends.
“I give you detention possibly suspension.” Olga’s lunch cutting mantra. Missed but never forgotten.