Obituary from eckersellfuneralhome.com:
Now – before embarking on this unconventional illustration of a man's life, please understand that Les spent the last 63 years refining his wit with humor and sarcasm and it is with this spirit we hope you smile through your tears.
The youngest of 13, it's not a shocker that Les Birch was born in the back of a Volkswagen en route to Idaho Falls on a freezing January day in 1958 (or 1955 depending on which decade you looked at his license). He was raised, in part, by his older brother Linden and his wife Cheri and also by Cheri's parents Guy and Bessie Guymond. A tumultuous childhood to say the least, he began working at the sugar factory very young. By 18 he decided to marry the love of his life, Vicki. They met over a foosball game where she remembers him wearing bell bottoms, a large belt buckle, cowboy boots, and long blond hair. They had opposite strengths which complimented their marriage through the highs and lows and several career changes for both of them. Les worked in various machine shops and graduated from Eastern Idaho Vocational Technical School. He worked as a hot cell technician for a spell before moving to Salmon, ID where he ran their product distribution business. After selling the business, he and his family returned to Rigby and opened a clothing store in Idaho Falls in addition to continued product distribution. Finally, he returned to the INL as a fuel handler and nuclear quality inspector. He forged a lifetime of hard work to ensure his family's security and carefree playtime in retirement.
Work was always a major theme in the Birch household and his three sons remember "joyfully" mixing concrete in a cooler, leveling the yard, or joining him on his distribution routes. Unanimously, they mention that a major life lesson from their father was the value of hard work, imparted somewhat by the threat of "a swift kick in the ass." Given Les's diverse work history and intense DIY attitude he possessed the Jack-of-all-trade skills worthy of his own home renovation show. If he couldn't solve the issue, he continued his research and tinkering until the job was complete. The invention of the Internet improved his productivity manyfold. In most recent years his efforts were poured into projects for the snowbird mothership in his driveway, for which one needs a CDL and engineering degree to operate. His passion for projects was equaled by his passion for well-cooked meat. His prime rib and smoked turkey were highlights of holidays. His vast technical knowledge and culinary skills will surely be missed by his family who often desperately called him for advice.
Though he professed that Christ died for his sins, he would say that his church affiliation was "the school of hard knocks" for which there are several religious truths: Shop and negotiate for the very best deals. If you find the ultimate bargain on meat…fill up the freezer. It is sacrilegious to put BBQ sauce on smoked meats. Protect your family and always keep food on the table, no matter what. And God help the kid at Costco with poor customer service skills. His retirement plans included continuing his religious studies with other enlightened RV retirees, meandering the desert in winter.
In order to impart certain truths to his sons he was relentless with his pranks and scare tactics. He passed off fossilized poop as "rocks" in Yellowstone, jumped on the hood of his son's friend's car to scare him, and gave instruction to "hold this metal part here" as he shocked his son while working on a car. His laughter was contagious and he didn't make friends with anyone who couldn't take a joke. Incidentally-he was VERY good friends with his sons, and Brad…poor Brad.
A lifetime such as this will bring forth invaluable advice by which you may want to evaluate your decisions the next time you need to make a life change or…open your big mouth. Should you need them, put these quotes from Les on your refrigerator.
Don't let anyone rent space in your head.
If you feel froggy, you start leapin'
Put the "want" in one hand and s---t in the other and see which one fills up first.
Don't let your alligator mouth override your canary ass.
He is survived by Scrappy and Peanut (spoiled brats) and a whole bunch of humans that he loved nearly as much: his wife of 45 Years, Vicki, his sons: Shaun (Amber), Brandon (Kadie), and Boyd, his grandchildren: Mason, Bailey, Samuel, William, Ivy, and Nash, his sisters Jenial, Sadie, Jean, Laree, Joyce, and Bonnie and his brother, Ken. He is preceded in death by his parents, Elmo and Nora Birch, his brothers, Boyd, Elmont, Linden, Darrell, and Keith, and his Granddaughter, Avalon.
Because covid is deadly we will contain our memories and kind words to an online format. Thank you for your understanding. You can celebrate Les Birch by playing a prank on a family member or donating to a republican campaign.
Now – before embarking on this unconventional illustration of a man's life, please understand that Les spent the last 63 years refining his wit with humor and sarcasm and it is with this spirit we hope you smile through your tears.
The youngest of 13, it's not a shocker that Les Birch was born in the back of a Volkswagen en route to Idaho Falls on a freezing January day in 1958 (or 1955 depending on which decade you looked at his license). He was raised, in part, by his older brother Linden and his wife Cheri and also by Cheri's parents Guy and Bessie Guymond. A tumultuous childhood to say the least, he began working at the sugar factory very young. By 18 he decided to marry the love of his life, Vicki. They met over a foosball game where she remembers him wearing bell bottoms, a large belt buckle, cowboy boots, and long blond hair. They had opposite strengths which complimented their marriage through the highs and lows and several career changes for both of them. Les worked in various machine shops and graduated from Eastern Idaho Vocational Technical School. He worked as a hot cell technician for a spell before moving to Salmon, ID where he ran their product distribution business. After selling the business, he and his family returned to Rigby and opened a clothing store in Idaho Falls in addition to continued product distribution. Finally, he returned to the INL as a fuel handler and nuclear quality inspector. He forged a lifetime of hard work to ensure his family's security and carefree playtime in retirement.
Work was always a major theme in the Birch household and his three sons remember "joyfully" mixing concrete in a cooler, leveling the yard, or joining him on his distribution routes. Unanimously, they mention that a major life lesson from their father was the value of hard work, imparted somewhat by the threat of "a swift kick in the ass." Given Les's diverse work history and intense DIY attitude he possessed the Jack-of-all-trade skills worthy of his own home renovation show. If he couldn't solve the issue, he continued his research and tinkering until the job was complete. The invention of the Internet improved his productivity manyfold. In most recent years his efforts were poured into projects for the snowbird mothership in his driveway, for which one needs a CDL and engineering degree to operate. His passion for projects was equaled by his passion for well-cooked meat. His prime rib and smoked turkey were highlights of holidays. His vast technical knowledge and culinary skills will surely be missed by his family who often desperately called him for advice.
Though he professed that Christ died for his sins, he would say that his church affiliation was "the school of hard knocks" for which there are several religious truths: Shop and negotiate for the very best deals. If you find the ultimate bargain on meat…fill up the freezer. It is sacrilegious to put BBQ sauce on smoked meats. Protect your family and always keep food on the table, no matter what. And God help the kid at Costco with poor customer service skills. His retirement plans included continuing his religious studies with other enlightened RV retirees, meandering the desert in winter.
In order to impart certain truths to his sons he was relentless with his pranks and scare tactics. He passed off fossilized poop as "rocks" in Yellowstone, jumped on the hood of his son's friend's car to scare him, and gave instruction to "hold this metal part here" as he shocked his son while working on a car. His laughter was contagious and he didn't make friends with anyone who couldn't take a joke. Incidentally-he was VERY good friends with his sons, and Brad…poor Brad.
A lifetime such as this will bring forth invaluable advice by which you may want to evaluate your decisions the next time you need to make a life change or…open your big mouth. Should you need them, put these quotes from Les on your refrigerator.
Don't let anyone rent space in your head.
If you feel froggy, you start leapin'
Put the "want" in one hand and s---t in the other and see which one fills up first.
Don't let your alligator mouth override your canary ass.
He is survived by Scrappy and Peanut (spoiled brats) and a whole bunch of humans that he loved nearly as much: his wife of 45 Years, Vicki, his sons: Shaun (Amber), Brandon (Kadie), and Boyd, his grandchildren: Mason, Bailey, Samuel, William, Ivy, and Nash, his sisters Jenial, Sadie, Jean, Laree, Joyce, and Bonnie and his brother, Ken. He is preceded in death by his parents, Elmo and Nora Birch, his brothers, Boyd, Elmont, Linden, Darrell, and Keith, and his Granddaughter, Avalon.
Because covid is deadly we will contain our memories and kind words to an online format. Thank you for your understanding. You can celebrate Les Birch by playing a prank on a family member or donating to a republican campaign.
Obituary from eckersellfuneralhome.com:
Now – before embarking on this unconventional illustration of a man's life, please understand that Les spent the last 63 years refining his wit with humor and sarcasm and it is with this spirit we hope you smile through your tears.
The youngest of 13, it's not a shocker that Les Birch was born in the back of a Volkswagen en route to Idaho Falls on a freezing January day in 1958 (or 1955 depending on which decade you looked at his license). He was raised, in part, by his older brother Linden and his wife Cheri and also by Cheri's parents Guy and Bessie Guymond. A tumultuous childhood to say the least, he began working at the sugar factory very young. By 18 he decided to marry the love of his life, Vicki. They met over a foosball game where she remembers him wearing bell bottoms, a large belt buckle, cowboy boots, and long blond hair. They had opposite strengths which complimented their marriage through the highs and lows and several career changes for both of them. Les worked in various machine shops and graduated from Eastern Idaho Vocational Technical School. He worked as a hot cell technician for a spell before moving to Salmon, ID where he ran their product distribution business. After selling the business, he and his family returned to Rigby and opened a clothing store in Idaho Falls in addition to continued product distribution. Finally, he returned to the INL as a fuel handler and nuclear quality inspector. He forged a lifetime of hard work to ensure his family's security and carefree playtime in retirement.
Work was always a major theme in the Birch household and his three sons remember "joyfully" mixing concrete in a cooler, leveling the yard, or joining him on his distribution routes. Unanimously, they mention that a major life lesson from their father was the value of hard work, imparted somewhat by the threat of "a swift kick in the ass." Given Les's diverse work history and intense DIY attitude he possessed the Jack-of-all-trade skills worthy of his own home renovation show. If he couldn't solve the issue, he continued his research and tinkering until the job was complete. The invention of the Internet improved his productivity manyfold. In most recent years his efforts were poured into projects for the snowbird mothership in his driveway, for which one needs a CDL and engineering degree to operate. His passion for projects was equaled by his passion for well-cooked meat. His prime rib and smoked turkey were highlights of holidays. His vast technical knowledge and culinary skills will surely be missed by his family who often desperately called him for advice.
Though he professed that Christ died for his sins, he would say that his church affiliation was "the school of hard knocks" for which there are several religious truths: Shop and negotiate for the very best deals. If you find the ultimate bargain on meat…fill up the freezer. It is sacrilegious to put BBQ sauce on smoked meats. Protect your family and always keep food on the table, no matter what. And God help the kid at Costco with poor customer service skills. His retirement plans included continuing his religious studies with other enlightened RV retirees, meandering the desert in winter.
In order to impart certain truths to his sons he was relentless with his pranks and scare tactics. He passed off fossilized poop as "rocks" in Yellowstone, jumped on the hood of his son's friend's car to scare him, and gave instruction to "hold this metal part here" as he shocked his son while working on a car. His laughter was contagious and he didn't make friends with anyone who couldn't take a joke. Incidentally-he was VERY good friends with his sons, and Brad…poor Brad.
A lifetime such as this will bring forth invaluable advice by which you may want to evaluate your decisions the next time you need to make a life change or…open your big mouth. Should you need them, put these quotes from Les on your refrigerator.
Don't let anyone rent space in your head.
If you feel froggy, you start leapin'
Put the "want" in one hand and s---t in the other and see which one fills up first.
Don't let your alligator mouth override your canary ass.
He is survived by Scrappy and Peanut (spoiled brats) and a whole bunch of humans that he loved nearly as much: his wife of 45 Years, Vicki, his sons: Shaun (Amber), Brandon (Kadie), and Boyd, his grandchildren: Mason, Bailey, Samuel, William, Ivy, and Nash, his sisters Jenial, Sadie, Jean, Laree, Joyce, and Bonnie and his brother, Ken. He is preceded in death by his parents, Elmo and Nora Birch, his brothers, Boyd, Elmont, Linden, Darrell, and Keith, and his Granddaughter, Avalon.
Because covid is deadly we will contain our memories and kind words to an online format. Thank you for your understanding. You can celebrate Les Birch by playing a prank on a family member or donating to a republican campaign.
Now – before embarking on this unconventional illustration of a man's life, please understand that Les spent the last 63 years refining his wit with humor and sarcasm and it is with this spirit we hope you smile through your tears.
The youngest of 13, it's not a shocker that Les Birch was born in the back of a Volkswagen en route to Idaho Falls on a freezing January day in 1958 (or 1955 depending on which decade you looked at his license). He was raised, in part, by his older brother Linden and his wife Cheri and also by Cheri's parents Guy and Bessie Guymond. A tumultuous childhood to say the least, he began working at the sugar factory very young. By 18 he decided to marry the love of his life, Vicki. They met over a foosball game where she remembers him wearing bell bottoms, a large belt buckle, cowboy boots, and long blond hair. They had opposite strengths which complimented their marriage through the highs and lows and several career changes for both of them. Les worked in various machine shops and graduated from Eastern Idaho Vocational Technical School. He worked as a hot cell technician for a spell before moving to Salmon, ID where he ran their product distribution business. After selling the business, he and his family returned to Rigby and opened a clothing store in Idaho Falls in addition to continued product distribution. Finally, he returned to the INL as a fuel handler and nuclear quality inspector. He forged a lifetime of hard work to ensure his family's security and carefree playtime in retirement.
Work was always a major theme in the Birch household and his three sons remember "joyfully" mixing concrete in a cooler, leveling the yard, or joining him on his distribution routes. Unanimously, they mention that a major life lesson from their father was the value of hard work, imparted somewhat by the threat of "a swift kick in the ass." Given Les's diverse work history and intense DIY attitude he possessed the Jack-of-all-trade skills worthy of his own home renovation show. If he couldn't solve the issue, he continued his research and tinkering until the job was complete. The invention of the Internet improved his productivity manyfold. In most recent years his efforts were poured into projects for the snowbird mothership in his driveway, for which one needs a CDL and engineering degree to operate. His passion for projects was equaled by his passion for well-cooked meat. His prime rib and smoked turkey were highlights of holidays. His vast technical knowledge and culinary skills will surely be missed by his family who often desperately called him for advice.
Though he professed that Christ died for his sins, he would say that his church affiliation was "the school of hard knocks" for which there are several religious truths: Shop and negotiate for the very best deals. If you find the ultimate bargain on meat…fill up the freezer. It is sacrilegious to put BBQ sauce on smoked meats. Protect your family and always keep food on the table, no matter what. And God help the kid at Costco with poor customer service skills. His retirement plans included continuing his religious studies with other enlightened RV retirees, meandering the desert in winter.
In order to impart certain truths to his sons he was relentless with his pranks and scare tactics. He passed off fossilized poop as "rocks" in Yellowstone, jumped on the hood of his son's friend's car to scare him, and gave instruction to "hold this metal part here" as he shocked his son while working on a car. His laughter was contagious and he didn't make friends with anyone who couldn't take a joke. Incidentally-he was VERY good friends with his sons, and Brad…poor Brad.
A lifetime such as this will bring forth invaluable advice by which you may want to evaluate your decisions the next time you need to make a life change or…open your big mouth. Should you need them, put these quotes from Les on your refrigerator.
Don't let anyone rent space in your head.
If you feel froggy, you start leapin'
Put the "want" in one hand and s---t in the other and see which one fills up first.
Don't let your alligator mouth override your canary ass.
He is survived by Scrappy and Peanut (spoiled brats) and a whole bunch of humans that he loved nearly as much: his wife of 45 Years, Vicki, his sons: Shaun (Amber), Brandon (Kadie), and Boyd, his grandchildren: Mason, Bailey, Samuel, William, Ivy, and Nash, his sisters Jenial, Sadie, Jean, Laree, Joyce, and Bonnie and his brother, Ken. He is preceded in death by his parents, Elmo and Nora Birch, his brothers, Boyd, Elmont, Linden, Darrell, and Keith, and his Granddaughter, Avalon.
Because covid is deadly we will contain our memories and kind words to an online format. Thank you for your understanding. You can celebrate Les Birch by playing a prank on a family member or donating to a republican campaign.
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