When I began doing the memorials, I never once considered I would be doing one for you , my brother, yet, here I am trying to put into words how much you are missed already and how much you will always remain a part of me and everyone in our family,we will always love and miss you.
I know you and I never had a telephone conversation without telling each other "I love you " before saying our goodbyes', this is the one time we didn't get to do that, so this is my goodbye to you dear brother.
Memories of our childhood on the farm:
The beaver pond where you and Marvene threw me in, the footbridge where I fell off into the stinging nettles,
the hill beside the house where we would slide down in the summer time on our cardboard sleds, or the same in winter time until they fell apart.
The bean and hay fields,the hay loft we played in and jumped from, a wonder we didn't break our necks. When we lived in Drain, Oregon and the lumber stacks we would jump from one to another at the old Griswold lumber mill next to our house.
The rock quarry we would climb, yes it's a wonder we lived through all that. If mom had knew our butts would have had a hand or two.
Smoking in the back of our stepfather's antique touring car, and it catching on fire!!! Not a antique any longer, ouch!, I remember that well! Oh my gosh were we in trouble then.
You hitting me in the back of the head with the hammer and mom seeing all that blood, her fainting on top of me, boy!! did you get it over that one.......
Playing football with the Reel boys, Paul and Larry, you and I against them and you and your sister won, yes we did make a great team, didn't we!
At school the big bully had a head lock on you and I being not brave but totally ignorant went after him with my fists, I ended up with a bloody mouth and you ended up with a hurt neck, he ended up still being a bully!
The ride in the back of our stepfathers pickup on that old logging road where we could look for miles down over the cliffs, oh my gosh I was so terrified, you holding me so I wouldn't fall out and die as we were sure we would, I still am fearful over heights, I blame it all on that one trip.
The fun times up at old Jay Hooper's ranch in the mountains, , drinking the well water with the trout in it to keep it clean, eating food cooked on a wood stove and listening to the stories all by lantern light, sleeping on tufted leather sofa's and chaises. Rocking in the creaking old wood rockers there and snooping in drawers, oh the treasures we found, I won't say what, but we did learn a lot about life from those pictures.I still cherish the many times we went there.
My first drink or should I say drinks of whiskey and I may add my last, we shared them together, and I have never in my life been that sick again.
The next day spent in grandma's big overstuffed bed eating cold turkey sandwiches and drinking home canned tomato juice ( was there any other kind ? ) and trying not to think of the whiskey we had consumed, our mother and grandmother taking care of me, and you in such bad trouble for getting your little sister so drunk!! Lord knows where they put you!!You were in trouble big time!! Lee, thanks for never telling on me, it was me that got us drunk, well at least me drunk, you were just there, you didn't force me to drink, I was showing off and tipped the bottle up.. Thanks! for keeping quiet about it for 54 years. It wouldn't have been so bad if we had not been 14 and 16 years old huh?
The time your buddy, you, Kay Henderson and I all went to the coast, spent the entire night sitting in the car watching the waves come in, drinking soda and laughing and telling funny stories.
When you took grandpa's little model ""T" Roadster out for a spin on Bear Creek Road, never to return in good shape again, you weren't hurt but the car, well I will say no more.
Your fancy first time car, two tone green Oldsmobile 98,or was it 88?? not sure now... how proud you were. I still remember you standing beside it with your ducktail haircut, jeans, white shirt and shades!!
1956 when you went away to the Air Force, we all missed you so much and I was so glad when you came home.
The horrible accident you, Don Work, Verladeen Locke and Leroy Barrick were in, the drunk driver that hit you head on in the same kind of car, both Crown Victoria's. I was supposed to go with you as Roy Lee was home for a short while from smoke jumping in California, I wasn't home so I didn't go. Seeing you in the hospital the first time, the horror of it all, I will never forget how mom slept at the hospital and we cried at your and Verladeen's bedside for so many days and then Verladeen's turned into months.
Mom had to drive by the accident scene to get to you, Verladeen and Don in the hospital. It was bad and all three of you were lucky to have lifelong injuries as you could have went with Roy Lee and the other driver.You made it through...........You can read about this awful accident and the tragedies the Barrick family suffered on Roy Lee Barrick's father's memorial., Leroy Henry Barrick and link from him to his wife for the children that were killed by accidents.
You named your first born son after him, as Roy Lee was your best friend.They now have dividers on that freeway.
Then came marriage, divorce and a lifetime marriage with Suzanne that began in 1970, your children Casey Leroy , Joy Ann , from your first, your stepson Rick who you loved like your own, your grandchildren, Daniel, Jenny and Charissa "Charlie for short ". You were so happy to have them in your life.
There are hundreds of fun stories I could tell about you and I and some not so fun, but we did have a great childhood and at times very dangerous in the chances we took, I'm not that brave any longer, or do we call it stupid?
Trout fishing with our hands and catching them, we were good!, I better then you at it.!! So there!
Daring the train, jumping off the railroad bridge when it came by and finding our footing on the small landing just out of the reach of the train wheels, gives me the shivers now, but still feel a loneliness sweep over me at the distant sound of the train whistle. A loneliness for the past and my family that are gone now.
Oh how I miss you already bro, so very deeply. I will miss you each and every day and send my love to you and mom.
A man of many hats, truck driver, husband, father, grandfather, brother,uncle, son and friend.He did them all well and we are proud of him and the life he led.
Lee is survived by his wife Suzanne, daughter Joy, son-in-law Scott, grandchildren Daniel, and Jenny , son Rick and daughter-in-law, Shirleen, and granddaughter Charlie.
Marvene and husband Les , and their daughter Leslie and husband Manuel , sister Juliane , her three sons,Jason ,James, Jon and wife Kara, daughter Jena. Half brother , Dana Montgomery. Our other half brother Reldon Montgomery passed in 2004, Lee's son Casey Montgomery lost his life in an accident in 2000.
I'll be seeing you one day and we can sit and laugh about our childhood again. As always on the phone " Bye , I love you".Bye! I love you too!" Mom said you couldn't say my name when you were little, you called me Dew Ann, that is where my nickname came from.
Oh Yes! I almost forgot, If mom were here she would be really ticked about you leaving this way! You would be in big trouble and I mean big time! I love you Lee, Love your sis Dew Ann.
I know you and I never had a telephone conversation without telling each other "I love you " before saying our goodbyes', this is the one time we didn't get to do that, so this is my goodbye to you dear brother.
Memories of our childhood on the farm:
The beaver pond where you and Marvene threw me in, the footbridge where I fell off into the stinging nettles,
the hill beside the house where we would slide down in the summer time on our cardboard sleds, or the same in winter time until they fell apart.
The bean and hay fields,the hay loft we played in and jumped from, a wonder we didn't break our necks. When we lived in Drain, Oregon and the lumber stacks we would jump from one to another at the old Griswold lumber mill next to our house.
The rock quarry we would climb, yes it's a wonder we lived through all that. If mom had knew our butts would have had a hand or two.
Smoking in the back of our stepfather's antique touring car, and it catching on fire!!! Not a antique any longer, ouch!, I remember that well! Oh my gosh were we in trouble then.
You hitting me in the back of the head with the hammer and mom seeing all that blood, her fainting on top of me, boy!! did you get it over that one.......
Playing football with the Reel boys, Paul and Larry, you and I against them and you and your sister won, yes we did make a great team, didn't we!
At school the big bully had a head lock on you and I being not brave but totally ignorant went after him with my fists, I ended up with a bloody mouth and you ended up with a hurt neck, he ended up still being a bully!
The ride in the back of our stepfathers pickup on that old logging road where we could look for miles down over the cliffs, oh my gosh I was so terrified, you holding me so I wouldn't fall out and die as we were sure we would, I still am fearful over heights, I blame it all on that one trip.
The fun times up at old Jay Hooper's ranch in the mountains, , drinking the well water with the trout in it to keep it clean, eating food cooked on a wood stove and listening to the stories all by lantern light, sleeping on tufted leather sofa's and chaises. Rocking in the creaking old wood rockers there and snooping in drawers, oh the treasures we found, I won't say what, but we did learn a lot about life from those pictures.I still cherish the many times we went there.
My first drink or should I say drinks of whiskey and I may add my last, we shared them together, and I have never in my life been that sick again.
The next day spent in grandma's big overstuffed bed eating cold turkey sandwiches and drinking home canned tomato juice ( was there any other kind ? ) and trying not to think of the whiskey we had consumed, our mother and grandmother taking care of me, and you in such bad trouble for getting your little sister so drunk!! Lord knows where they put you!!You were in trouble big time!! Lee, thanks for never telling on me, it was me that got us drunk, well at least me drunk, you were just there, you didn't force me to drink, I was showing off and tipped the bottle up.. Thanks! for keeping quiet about it for 54 years. It wouldn't have been so bad if we had not been 14 and 16 years old huh?
The time your buddy, you, Kay Henderson and I all went to the coast, spent the entire night sitting in the car watching the waves come in, drinking soda and laughing and telling funny stories.
When you took grandpa's little model ""T" Roadster out for a spin on Bear Creek Road, never to return in good shape again, you weren't hurt but the car, well I will say no more.
Your fancy first time car, two tone green Oldsmobile 98,or was it 88?? not sure now... how proud you were. I still remember you standing beside it with your ducktail haircut, jeans, white shirt and shades!!
1956 when you went away to the Air Force, we all missed you so much and I was so glad when you came home.
The horrible accident you, Don Work, Verladeen Locke and Leroy Barrick were in, the drunk driver that hit you head on in the same kind of car, both Crown Victoria's. I was supposed to go with you as Roy Lee was home for a short while from smoke jumping in California, I wasn't home so I didn't go. Seeing you in the hospital the first time, the horror of it all, I will never forget how mom slept at the hospital and we cried at your and Verladeen's bedside for so many days and then Verladeen's turned into months.
Mom had to drive by the accident scene to get to you, Verladeen and Don in the hospital. It was bad and all three of you were lucky to have lifelong injuries as you could have went with Roy Lee and the other driver.You made it through...........You can read about this awful accident and the tragedies the Barrick family suffered on Roy Lee Barrick's father's memorial., Leroy Henry Barrick and link from him to his wife for the children that were killed by accidents.
You named your first born son after him, as Roy Lee was your best friend.They now have dividers on that freeway.
Then came marriage, divorce and a lifetime marriage with Suzanne that began in 1970, your children Casey Leroy , Joy Ann , from your first, your stepson Rick who you loved like your own, your grandchildren, Daniel, Jenny and Charissa "Charlie for short ". You were so happy to have them in your life.
There are hundreds of fun stories I could tell about you and I and some not so fun, but we did have a great childhood and at times very dangerous in the chances we took, I'm not that brave any longer, or do we call it stupid?
Trout fishing with our hands and catching them, we were good!, I better then you at it.!! So there!
Daring the train, jumping off the railroad bridge when it came by and finding our footing on the small landing just out of the reach of the train wheels, gives me the shivers now, but still feel a loneliness sweep over me at the distant sound of the train whistle. A loneliness for the past and my family that are gone now.
Oh how I miss you already bro, so very deeply. I will miss you each and every day and send my love to you and mom.
A man of many hats, truck driver, husband, father, grandfather, brother,uncle, son and friend.He did them all well and we are proud of him and the life he led.
Lee is survived by his wife Suzanne, daughter Joy, son-in-law Scott, grandchildren Daniel, and Jenny , son Rick and daughter-in-law, Shirleen, and granddaughter Charlie.
Marvene and husband Les , and their daughter Leslie and husband Manuel , sister Juliane , her three sons,Jason ,James, Jon and wife Kara, daughter Jena. Half brother , Dana Montgomery. Our other half brother Reldon Montgomery passed in 2004, Lee's son Casey Montgomery lost his life in an accident in 2000.
I'll be seeing you one day and we can sit and laugh about our childhood again. As always on the phone " Bye , I love you".Bye! I love you too!" Mom said you couldn't say my name when you were little, you called me Dew Ann, that is where my nickname came from.
Oh Yes! I almost forgot, If mom were here she would be really ticked about you leaving this way! You would be in big trouble and I mean big time! I love you Lee, Love your sis Dew Ann.
When I began doing the memorials, I never once considered I would be doing one for you , my brother, yet, here I am trying to put into words how much you are missed already and how much you will always remain a part of me and everyone in our family,we will always love and miss you.
I know you and I never had a telephone conversation without telling each other "I love you " before saying our goodbyes', this is the one time we didn't get to do that, so this is my goodbye to you dear brother.
Memories of our childhood on the farm:
The beaver pond where you and Marvene threw me in, the footbridge where I fell off into the stinging nettles,
the hill beside the house where we would slide down in the summer time on our cardboard sleds, or the same in winter time until they fell apart.
The bean and hay fields,the hay loft we played in and jumped from, a wonder we didn't break our necks. When we lived in Drain, Oregon and the lumber stacks we would jump from one to another at the old Griswold lumber mill next to our house.
The rock quarry we would climb, yes it's a wonder we lived through all that. If mom had knew our butts would have had a hand or two.
Smoking in the back of our stepfather's antique touring car, and it catching on fire!!! Not a antique any longer, ouch!, I remember that well! Oh my gosh were we in trouble then.
You hitting me in the back of the head with the hammer and mom seeing all that blood, her fainting on top of me, boy!! did you get it over that one.......
Playing football with the Reel boys, Paul and Larry, you and I against them and you and your sister won, yes we did make a great team, didn't we!
At school the big bully had a head lock on you and I being not brave but totally ignorant went after him with my fists, I ended up with a bloody mouth and you ended up with a hurt neck, he ended up still being a bully!
The ride in the back of our stepfathers pickup on that old logging road where we could look for miles down over the cliffs, oh my gosh I was so terrified, you holding me so I wouldn't fall out and die as we were sure we would, I still am fearful over heights, I blame it all on that one trip.
The fun times up at old Jay Hooper's ranch in the mountains, , drinking the well water with the trout in it to keep it clean, eating food cooked on a wood stove and listening to the stories all by lantern light, sleeping on tufted leather sofa's and chaises. Rocking in the creaking old wood rockers there and snooping in drawers, oh the treasures we found, I won't say what, but we did learn a lot about life from those pictures.I still cherish the many times we went there.
My first drink or should I say drinks of whiskey and I may add my last, we shared them together, and I have never in my life been that sick again.
The next day spent in grandma's big overstuffed bed eating cold turkey sandwiches and drinking home canned tomato juice ( was there any other kind ? ) and trying not to think of the whiskey we had consumed, our mother and grandmother taking care of me, and you in such bad trouble for getting your little sister so drunk!! Lord knows where they put you!!You were in trouble big time!! Lee, thanks for never telling on me, it was me that got us drunk, well at least me drunk, you were just there, you didn't force me to drink, I was showing off and tipped the bottle up.. Thanks! for keeping quiet about it for 54 years. It wouldn't have been so bad if we had not been 14 and 16 years old huh?
The time your buddy, you, Kay Henderson and I all went to the coast, spent the entire night sitting in the car watching the waves come in, drinking soda and laughing and telling funny stories.
When you took grandpa's little model ""T" Roadster out for a spin on Bear Creek Road, never to return in good shape again, you weren't hurt but the car, well I will say no more.
Your fancy first time car, two tone green Oldsmobile 98,or was it 88?? not sure now... how proud you were. I still remember you standing beside it with your ducktail haircut, jeans, white shirt and shades!!
1956 when you went away to the Air Force, we all missed you so much and I was so glad when you came home.
The horrible accident you, Don Work, Verladeen Locke and Leroy Barrick were in, the drunk driver that hit you head on in the same kind of car, both Crown Victoria's. I was supposed to go with you as Roy Lee was home for a short while from smoke jumping in California, I wasn't home so I didn't go. Seeing you in the hospital the first time, the horror of it all, I will never forget how mom slept at the hospital and we cried at your and Verladeen's bedside for so many days and then Verladeen's turned into months.
Mom had to drive by the accident scene to get to you, Verladeen and Don in the hospital. It was bad and all three of you were lucky to have lifelong injuries as you could have went with Roy Lee and the other driver.You made it through...........You can read about this awful accident and the tragedies the Barrick family suffered on Roy Lee Barrick's father's memorial., Leroy Henry Barrick and link from him to his wife for the children that were killed by accidents.
You named your first born son after him, as Roy Lee was your best friend.They now have dividers on that freeway.
Then came marriage, divorce and a lifetime marriage with Suzanne that began in 1970, your children Casey Leroy , Joy Ann , from your first, your stepson Rick who you loved like your own, your grandchildren, Daniel, Jenny and Charissa "Charlie for short ". You were so happy to have them in your life.
There are hundreds of fun stories I could tell about you and I and some not so fun, but we did have a great childhood and at times very dangerous in the chances we took, I'm not that brave any longer, or do we call it stupid?
Trout fishing with our hands and catching them, we were good!, I better then you at it.!! So there!
Daring the train, jumping off the railroad bridge when it came by and finding our footing on the small landing just out of the reach of the train wheels, gives me the shivers now, but still feel a loneliness sweep over me at the distant sound of the train whistle. A loneliness for the past and my family that are gone now.
Oh how I miss you already bro, so very deeply. I will miss you each and every day and send my love to you and mom.
A man of many hats, truck driver, husband, father, grandfather, brother,uncle, son and friend.He did them all well and we are proud of him and the life he led.
Lee is survived by his wife Suzanne, daughter Joy, son-in-law Scott, grandchildren Daniel, and Jenny , son Rick and daughter-in-law, Shirleen, and granddaughter Charlie.
Marvene and husband Les , and their daughter Leslie and husband Manuel , sister Juliane , her three sons,Jason ,James, Jon and wife Kara, daughter Jena. Half brother , Dana Montgomery. Our other half brother Reldon Montgomery passed in 2004, Lee's son Casey Montgomery lost his life in an accident in 2000.
I'll be seeing you one day and we can sit and laugh about our childhood again. As always on the phone " Bye , I love you".Bye! I love you too!" Mom said you couldn't say my name when you were little, you called me Dew Ann, that is where my nickname came from.
Oh Yes! I almost forgot, If mom were here she would be really ticked about you leaving this way! You would be in big trouble and I mean big time! I love you Lee, Love your sis Dew Ann.
I know you and I never had a telephone conversation without telling each other "I love you " before saying our goodbyes', this is the one time we didn't get to do that, so this is my goodbye to you dear brother.
Memories of our childhood on the farm:
The beaver pond where you and Marvene threw me in, the footbridge where I fell off into the stinging nettles,
the hill beside the house where we would slide down in the summer time on our cardboard sleds, or the same in winter time until they fell apart.
The bean and hay fields,the hay loft we played in and jumped from, a wonder we didn't break our necks. When we lived in Drain, Oregon and the lumber stacks we would jump from one to another at the old Griswold lumber mill next to our house.
The rock quarry we would climb, yes it's a wonder we lived through all that. If mom had knew our butts would have had a hand or two.
Smoking in the back of our stepfather's antique touring car, and it catching on fire!!! Not a antique any longer, ouch!, I remember that well! Oh my gosh were we in trouble then.
You hitting me in the back of the head with the hammer and mom seeing all that blood, her fainting on top of me, boy!! did you get it over that one.......
Playing football with the Reel boys, Paul and Larry, you and I against them and you and your sister won, yes we did make a great team, didn't we!
At school the big bully had a head lock on you and I being not brave but totally ignorant went after him with my fists, I ended up with a bloody mouth and you ended up with a hurt neck, he ended up still being a bully!
The ride in the back of our stepfathers pickup on that old logging road where we could look for miles down over the cliffs, oh my gosh I was so terrified, you holding me so I wouldn't fall out and die as we were sure we would, I still am fearful over heights, I blame it all on that one trip.
The fun times up at old Jay Hooper's ranch in the mountains, , drinking the well water with the trout in it to keep it clean, eating food cooked on a wood stove and listening to the stories all by lantern light, sleeping on tufted leather sofa's and chaises. Rocking in the creaking old wood rockers there and snooping in drawers, oh the treasures we found, I won't say what, but we did learn a lot about life from those pictures.I still cherish the many times we went there.
My first drink or should I say drinks of whiskey and I may add my last, we shared them together, and I have never in my life been that sick again.
The next day spent in grandma's big overstuffed bed eating cold turkey sandwiches and drinking home canned tomato juice ( was there any other kind ? ) and trying not to think of the whiskey we had consumed, our mother and grandmother taking care of me, and you in such bad trouble for getting your little sister so drunk!! Lord knows where they put you!!You were in trouble big time!! Lee, thanks for never telling on me, it was me that got us drunk, well at least me drunk, you were just there, you didn't force me to drink, I was showing off and tipped the bottle up.. Thanks! for keeping quiet about it for 54 years. It wouldn't have been so bad if we had not been 14 and 16 years old huh?
The time your buddy, you, Kay Henderson and I all went to the coast, spent the entire night sitting in the car watching the waves come in, drinking soda and laughing and telling funny stories.
When you took grandpa's little model ""T" Roadster out for a spin on Bear Creek Road, never to return in good shape again, you weren't hurt but the car, well I will say no more.
Your fancy first time car, two tone green Oldsmobile 98,or was it 88?? not sure now... how proud you were. I still remember you standing beside it with your ducktail haircut, jeans, white shirt and shades!!
1956 when you went away to the Air Force, we all missed you so much and I was so glad when you came home.
The horrible accident you, Don Work, Verladeen Locke and Leroy Barrick were in, the drunk driver that hit you head on in the same kind of car, both Crown Victoria's. I was supposed to go with you as Roy Lee was home for a short while from smoke jumping in California, I wasn't home so I didn't go. Seeing you in the hospital the first time, the horror of it all, I will never forget how mom slept at the hospital and we cried at your and Verladeen's bedside for so many days and then Verladeen's turned into months.
Mom had to drive by the accident scene to get to you, Verladeen and Don in the hospital. It was bad and all three of you were lucky to have lifelong injuries as you could have went with Roy Lee and the other driver.You made it through...........You can read about this awful accident and the tragedies the Barrick family suffered on Roy Lee Barrick's father's memorial., Leroy Henry Barrick and link from him to his wife for the children that were killed by accidents.
You named your first born son after him, as Roy Lee was your best friend.They now have dividers on that freeway.
Then came marriage, divorce and a lifetime marriage with Suzanne that began in 1970, your children Casey Leroy , Joy Ann , from your first, your stepson Rick who you loved like your own, your grandchildren, Daniel, Jenny and Charissa "Charlie for short ". You were so happy to have them in your life.
There are hundreds of fun stories I could tell about you and I and some not so fun, but we did have a great childhood and at times very dangerous in the chances we took, I'm not that brave any longer, or do we call it stupid?
Trout fishing with our hands and catching them, we were good!, I better then you at it.!! So there!
Daring the train, jumping off the railroad bridge when it came by and finding our footing on the small landing just out of the reach of the train wheels, gives me the shivers now, but still feel a loneliness sweep over me at the distant sound of the train whistle. A loneliness for the past and my family that are gone now.
Oh how I miss you already bro, so very deeply. I will miss you each and every day and send my love to you and mom.
A man of many hats, truck driver, husband, father, grandfather, brother,uncle, son and friend.He did them all well and we are proud of him and the life he led.
Lee is survived by his wife Suzanne, daughter Joy, son-in-law Scott, grandchildren Daniel, and Jenny , son Rick and daughter-in-law, Shirleen, and granddaughter Charlie.
Marvene and husband Les , and their daughter Leslie and husband Manuel , sister Juliane , her three sons,Jason ,James, Jon and wife Kara, daughter Jena. Half brother , Dana Montgomery. Our other half brother Reldon Montgomery passed in 2004, Lee's son Casey Montgomery lost his life in an accident in 2000.
I'll be seeing you one day and we can sit and laugh about our childhood again. As always on the phone " Bye , I love you".Bye! I love you too!" Mom said you couldn't say my name when you were little, you called me Dew Ann, that is where my nickname came from.
Oh Yes! I almost forgot, If mom were here she would be really ticked about you leaving this way! You would be in big trouble and I mean big time! I love you Lee, Love your sis Dew Ann.
