I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
Went by Sue, was born on the Indian Reservation in Okalhoma. She was Creek Indian. Sue was married to an Allen and had a child, JJ. She had another child, Paul, that was by Bobby Shelton. It was reported by Shane Anderson, daughter that Sue died on Dale's birthdate this year, 2009.
Shane was granted her Indian heritage rights this past year of 2008.
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".
I wish I could recite stories with Dale, so many fun ones, adventure and sometimes dangerous as kids even from the ages of 9 and 10 years old. It is remarkeable to think that our parents allowed us to do so much away from home, long hikes to Table Mountain, starting out early and staying all day, even overnight. Tresureous canyons, rattle snakes, walls of basalt to scale and stumble over. We had a mine of Opalite we found, use to be an Indian site where they harvested some real unique rock, full of color and fantastic for jewelry. Once discovered it was only a small hole but using rail road spikes we found on our way up, rocks to hammer with, later little shovels, screwdrivers, hammpers, whatever we could find, we harvest hundreds of pounds. I had a pistol handle made from some I had gathered that I still have on my early model Ruger semi auto 22 pistol. I could sell that for $ 1 a pound back then, wonder what it is worth today. We cut a trail down the canyon to the site and over years it became a well cut and ready trail that I took others too for the next 30 years. IT is now all blocked off, doubt the current owners have any idea what is even there but I could find it instantly to this day.
Once when I was about 9 and Dale 10, we had a place on what was then Garden Drive, now under water, bu there were fields of old rail road ties, various sized but all huge to us, 8 to 12 feet long. The two of us pulled and stacked and were able to make a fantastic tower over 12 feet tall, it was layered criss cross and we used rope to pull and push to the top. Dad could not believe it, he told us to just go play but when he saw the tower he had to get mom to go out to the back fields to see this tower which she could not believe we could have done. We used it as a fort but one night he and I think maybe it was Jim Casey our brother, snuck up on us in sheets to scare us, but our supplies of ammo of rocks dispatched the ghosts pretty well, ha, to learn the next day who it was.
We had a creek that ran not far we fished in, always caught perch but there were snakes around, once ran into a nest of slithering creatures that poured upon us, ha, but they were harmless water snakes that time. Once using a barbed wire fence we crossed over that creek on our way thru the fields to school, Dale got over but as I was crossing the wire broke and I fell scraping my shin all the way down from ankle to knee leaving to this day a scar. Later we learned to jump across or using a pole to vault over it. We had some neighbors, the Dillons, some real Oakies by definition, boy were they something, use to eat chicken for dinner, cooked whole only minus feathers, then they cut it open with guts and all inside. Once we got in a hassel with them and they hung dead chickens all over our fence in front of the house. They had a daughter that Dale had a crush on, not unusual for him at any age. But these guys had no scruples. There use to be a real winding road from the stage coach roads where a bandit by the name of Black Bart use to operate, when he was captured and sent to prison, they put his fire arms, rifle and pistol in a monument along that road but these Dillons broke them out and stole them. So sick and to this day no one would have any idea of what happened to them. Last I saw the monument it was still there with only the imprint of where the guns use to be. Some people!
We later, after several moves, located along 13th Street in Thermalito, this same creed wound it's way thru out pasture on it's way to the Feather River. There were thick mountains of black berries, always a good pickens for jelly and pies, but there was never better fishing anywhere for the perch and sometimes cat fish then there was there. We could count to 10 and pull out our hooks with a fish near every time. Our poles consisted only of a pole of either bamboo or willow with string, a bobber and hook, never needed more then that. Oroville was the place we remembered and did more during our life there then any other times, yet only there for 10 years in various houses. We had a favorit swimming place called Bedrock, in the Feather River, a place that use to be a real gathering place, had a cement pier for jumping and diving, even a diving board. The water was cold, swift but very clean and pure enough to drink out of any time. WE would always go there after my dad got off work, cool down and enjoy our families time together. There were a couple islands just off a ways that we could swim to, full of willow, a challege always fun to go for. Downstream a ways were coves and further on the opposite bank was an island where we hiked to from home, going barefoot or using tongs, swam to the island and made off for Bedrock. It was quite swift yet even as young teen agers swam against the current upriver for our exercise. It was nothing to swim a mile especially in calm water. With our daily milking of cows, chores, mowing lawns with a manual push mower, no power of any kind, but a large lawn with a big hill along side, etc. so never having weights yet we were naturally strong enough to challenge anyone and win. There was never a contest against any challenger rather in pushups, situps, pull ups, even weights, arm wrestling and an exercise where you locked hands and tried to twist ones wrist down enough to take a person to their knees, yet no one ever beat us. We use to harvest hay, 120 pounds with one hand even, wire to bale with but our hands were never hurt by it.
Dale loved to work cross word puzzles, his favorite past time when he could do nothing more. He read prolificly and helped me to edit my Hiatt Editions, spending years over those pages. Thanks Dale.
Lots of fun stories, maybe can tell more later, wish only we could have taped Dale to help record, much more interesting to listen to. Never put off stories until it is too later.
Larry Anderson
12 Mar 2008
14223 Promise LN
Chubbuck, ID 8320214 Mar 2009 Dale was supposed to have died this day but I fought the doctors and demanded care, he survived this bout and did pretty well for awhile. He was doing better then he had for a long time but could not resist the drinking and smoking, he ended up in the hospital again ill, developed pneumonia but again was doing pretty well, that was about mid September, he was doing very well but the doctors/nurses at the Porneuf Valley Hospital in Pocatello tokd him he wsa dying had only a few days or weeksa the most, wanted to make him comfortable and sent him home with Brandon giving Brandon instructions on massive amounts of Morphine and Adavant but I was able to explain to Brandon how that was actually using him to kill dale prematurely, so Brandon kept that morphine away as best he could, we supported him for a few weeks again, he had believed he went home to die but then got angry when he realized that he was not so terminal and had a chance, but he wsa so depressed he gave up. drinking and smoking, eventually caught a virus and got sick from taht, still pulled out pretty well, was able to talk and say and explain everything, liked to share his stories and loved the kids as they loved him. Then he burned himself some when he was trying to smoke while on oxygen and it blew up on him and he was slightly burned, but the nurse gave him massive morphine again, he was so out of it but snapped back the next day, was very alert, chatted with everyone, Jim called and talked to him, doing very well. I had seen him and he was sitting in his wheel chair and not getting to be, I tried to get Brandon to be sure he was laying down but Brandon did not like to fight him so just left him BUT he left Dale in the wheel chair, gave him beer and he may have gotten morphin and then fell from his chair. Brandon found him laying on the floor without oxygen and caleld teh ambulance, they took him in but did not responding, he never recovered this time, i think maybe just pneumonia needing treatment but the hospital did not start anti biotics, pneumonia of course took over, he lasted about 4 days and passed away this morning, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM> Brandon then wants to have him cremated and scatter his ashes all over the country. I am trying to get him to give me some at lesat of the ashes and put them in the grave in Omaha with mom and dad.
As I saw him dying and deceased it feels like an end to the most memorable, formidable times of my life go with him. We grew up so close together, our stories were together, our fun, play, work, hunting, camping, fishing, adventures, church, scouts, everything was together for our first 15 years. He took a different road in life and we separated paths for awhile, shared a little time again in 1966/67 until I was drafted, again different paths. He ended up in Omaha where after 2 years in the army and a little delay in college I shared a little time again but so different as I again took off my way as he also his. It was until 1984 when I went to get him in Phoenix, AZ and brought him and his family with us to Provo, UT. I then had so many things going on, we bought and repaired, sold vehicles, then operated a concession for moto cross races put on by our cousins in Payson, UT and did very well. Dale was an excellent cook and good at personal connections but then we sold out to set up a moving truck taking BYU students mostly anywhere they were going after school, had some fun trips doing that, from New Mexico, Airzona to California. Then I got some property to start in the mountains of Duchesne area, Dale got a house, trailor and about 5 acres as I got some proerty olong the River where we ended up building our house, Dale helped instruct, direct and make fun of some of my work, a lot of laughter over that, especially my crooked chimney. We had a dozen horses, hundreds of acres and loved it. Dale had so much going on for him, pretty popular in the community, we bailed hay, dug out trees for sale, hunted, camped and fished. Road horses everywhere, had our pistols for shooting practice and play, really enjoyed that time until I left after problems with Tammy in the fall of 1980. He stayed there, his wife and Brandon for a few more years until I got him back with me to Omaah where we again had so much to do, always helped me to do some building on my house, etc. Stayed with us awhile then got his own place and we were together for awhile longer until Tammy left again taking kids and causing so many problems so after it all ended with me getting all the kids, she eventually commiteed suicide but Dale was a big supporter thru it all. He worked for our brother Tom Casey for awhile cooking for his restaurants. I moved my family after I married Ruth and after Tammy's death, to Pocatello, Idaho. About a year later he and Brandon came here to Pocatello and here we have been to this day of his death. He lived with us awhile, some of it in our garage where he made a comforatble place until he got on social security and was able to get his own place, a nice trailer 14 foot by 70 feet. He was so proud of that, it was HIS, he stayed there all the time until just a short time ago, about 6 weeks when he moved in with Brandon, but he always wanted HIS place, he did pretty good with Brandon but was never happy not having his own place and worried always about loosing all his work and money he put into it. But this time I was not able to make decisions to help him as Brandon took full choice and direction so I could not try to save him or satisfy that he he no choice at all to pull out of it. But on this day, Sunday 25 October 2009 at 8 AM he died. He was disappointed I know that he was not here for Halloween. He loved the kids, he loved Halloween, he loved to give out candy, he just loved the love and fun he had with these kids, I thank God that he at least had these children around him these past 10 years to love and share and tell his stories, to help him clean his house, to be with him and make life so important to all of us. Jacob really was so dependent on him, spoke for hours on the phone, visited him for hours and loved Dale, it is so hard for Jacob, poor Jacob that has no one and he is taking it so hard. All the kids loved him and he them, from Stephanie, Jonathan - oh poor Jon, Dale was so special to him too, Sarah, Susannah who stayed here all the time and knew him so closely, Rebecca who had a special relationship as a rebel, Jacob as I said and Larry Daniel, to Laura, Matthew, Rachel and Charity. They all have their own stories of Uncle Dale, makes me so sick and sad that he is not here, I am so empty too. How strange it seems that here is a life, was a life, full of memories, stories, history, events, friends, family, adventures, good, bad, friends, wrote stories, songs, poetry. He loved his horses, was an excellent rider and won so many ribbons in pagent riders as kids, barrel racing, etc. He was an excellent shot and loved hunting, he was an excellent carpenter and did so many fantastic jobs. He was so good at playing the harmaonica that he piced up from dad, he was funny, he was so caring for the kids and how I love him and such a huge piece of my life is gone, God grand him that he has love, don't judge him too hard, he is better as a person then most anyone I know who is such good church goers, etc. He loved mom and dad and they him, they understand him and he has a home now with them but how I miss Dale and will never have a friend and confident as him the rest of my life, he is the last person on earth to understand and be together since my birth. God bless Dale, we all love you, 25 October 2009.
From Ruth for our kids to remember:
A Brother We Adore
During any person's life there are opportunities for good times and bad. For some life can be a lot easier or in others, a lot harder. In this country it is now such a common sight to see daily struggles for life, even basic comforts and necessities because there are always opportunities and help to get the most basic essentials of life, food, clothing and even housing. There is still sadness, hardships and suffering because in most cases in our country , people make bad choices for one reason or another that leads to misfortune. The biggest misfortune though can be handicaps and illness that isolate and limit opportunities. I have seen many conditions and people in life that are sad and helpless , the person I knew the best, he is my subject. The one I am interested is my brother in law, Dale.
When I married my husband I thought everyone was perfect and America had no suffering, but found out life is the same for people everywhere, some good and bad. Dale is the brother of my husband just close to the same age and grew up so close from childhood. Dale came from a large family of thirteen, two of those died as children. There were nine brothers and four sisters. Both parents were previously married with three children each but one of the sisters already died.
Due to ups and downs of life he let go of his dreams walking to the path of not much bright light of his life as expected. Dale loved his country, played as all did as Cowboys and Indians, had his dreams and plans, he was a great citizen to this country. To the family, Dale was a very dearly loved brother. I first met him in 1998, he was great and hard working, strong and independent. Dale had a sense of humor and loved to tell stories. He had lost his home and property that he loved and was so free in the mountains, so that year he moved with us for a few months. He was able to get work and get his own apartment, shortly after that my husband and I were planning to move to other state so we left him in Omaha, Nebraska. His health was already failing was already failing, he smoked most of his life, it was common in those days as he grew up that everyone smoked, so he got started young smoking but had an allergy to tobacco and had asthma, it was already making it harder for him to breath.
His life of smoking and drinking made him start to change fast by that time and he was finding it hard to breath and work like he use to. He also had problems with injuries, especially of his wrists that made it hard to even a hammer and other tools. He felt more lonely and that no one loved and cared about him. When he moved to Pocatello he stayed with us again for a several months. He could not work like he used to, but he loved our kids and to help Larry, they are the closest brother in the family. We often visited him and pay attention to him. My kids adore him so much. He plays his harmonica and my kids plays the violin. He laughed and laughed. We feel so bad the time he turns very sickly, till he end up to the Intensive Care Unit at the Pocatello Hospital. My family was very devastated for we never thought he is that much sickly. Doctors and nurses explained to us how sickly he is with no hope for him to live. Doctors wanted to unplug his life support. We extended our moral and spiritual support to him even though he couldn't respond to what we say to him. He was there laying down like a dead person with several tubes in his mouth, but only response we get was sometimes the wiggle of his toe and the movement of his eyebrows. Because of his serious condition he passed away. This is the hardest moment in our family, kids missed and cried for him. For the day he died kids always talk about their uncle Dale and that they missed him a lot. It was difficult in our family to accept and adjust the death of our dear Uncle Dale for he was the "Apple of Our Eye".