This memorial website (free to our guests) was created in memory of our loved one, Charles Stelling, 87, born on July 6, 1927 and passed away on February 24, 2015. We will remember him forever. We encourage you to leave as many stories, memories and pics as you'd like.
Tributes
Leave a tributefor your condolences, tributes & many well wishes.
Along with loving family members, we invite his dear friends & business associates
to attend a Celebration of His Life:
Saturday May 30th
2:00 p.m.
King Ranch Golf Course
Frenchtown, Montana
A light snack of Hors d'oeuvres, salads, cake & punch will be served.
Please dress comfortably and we will look forward to seeing you
& hearing some of your favorite stories & memories of Chuck.
To RSVP (but not necessary) please email: stellingre@hotmail.com
or call (406)728-9200 if you have questions or need directions.
Chuck had the gift for making a person feel appreciated and valued. I don't think I ever saw him without hearing his sincere question of, "How are those girls doing?" His enthusiasm for life was evident in all his dealings and he leaves a lasting legacy with all those fortunate to have crossed his path.
Dad loved spending time with family and friends, he particularly loved the outdoors, be it hunting, golfing, fishing or just playing cards at the cabin. We had many fun fishing adventures in the Swan Valley, Thompson River, Bob Marshall Wilderness, Alaska, the Bitterroot and once with Steve McQueen in the Flathead to name a few.
The Weir Bear aka The Toll Bear
One year while fishing on the Situk River in Yakutat, Alaska as I came wading down the river I found Dad sitting on a log on the riverbank. We had started early that morning, having walked a mile upriver on the trail to the fish weir. It was windy and raining like it often did in Yakutat. He had left me an hour earlier saying he was headed back to the van to warm up. Dad's teeth were chattering, he was shivering and obviously very cold. He had several salmon he'd caught on a nylon rope. About one hundred yards downriver standing in the middle of the river was a big grizzly bear. Dad looked up at me and said the bear would not let him continue down the river. We had encountered the bear a few times. He had been well educated by the fishermen on the river. Walking downstream back to the parking lot he would block your path until he had collected one of your fish. If you moved over to the trail on the bank to get past him he would simply do the same, again blocking your way. This maneuver would go back and forth until he had forced you to give him a fish to pass. I told Dad he better release one of his fish and the bear would take it up on the bank to eat and he would be able to continue downriver. He laughed and said "no way", said he gave that bear a fish two days ago to get by and wasn't giving him another one. It didn't seem to matter we already had a freezer and a half full of fish back at the cabin. I asked him if he had tried walking down the trail. Nope, he said, had too many fish to carry and needed to float them down the river on his stringer. I told him he better release one of his fish or he might freeze to death waiting on that bear. He looked downriver at the bear and said, "No way, one of us will starve to death before I give him another fish" I laughed so hard and loud the bear headed for the bank and we continued down the river to the van. Later that night in the cabin while standing over the stove telling stories and cooking fish for dinner Dad looked over at me with that funny little grin of his, winked and said "Nobody is gonna starve tonight butch"
I and many others will miss you Dad, including the bears.
He was a wonderful friend and mentor. I think being kind is the ultimate virtue---he was certainly kind. I loved him dearly.
I will miss him. R.I.P. Chuck--you lived a great life!!!.
Leave a Tribute
From the start we look up to our grandparents with love and perfect adoration. Oli and I each have just 1 precious grandparent left. How fortunate we are as this is 1 more than many people have.
An old NAVY poem made think me of him this day...
Through heavy winds
and pitch and list
our thoughts are encompassed
by those we miss.
As hours turn to days
and days to months
we think of the place
we came from once.
We think of those
We've come to love
We think of how thankful
we are for freedom
And to those who must fight; and remain
To those we've left behind we send
Strength From the Seas.
Grandpa sent strength and encouragement to everyone he met. He loved life... was determined and not afraid to try or learn anything.
When he'd see you he'd always brighten with a smile and a special twinkle in his eye. ... ".. Grandpa " I'd said... "When I was little I always liked to sit in Your office chair because it made me feel special and I thought it was the biggest and comfy-est and it smelled like you.... mint tobacco."
Always there when you needed his support. Even when I never expected grandparents to make a long drive to see a track meet or performance or graduation.... I would turn and see Grandpa Chuck and grandma becky looking and cheering on.
Always offering words of help and encouragement in all of my endeavors particularly when it came to school and entrepreneurship. Knowing this encouragement extended to all whom he met as well.
I am deeply thankful for the times we had with him, for his service to others And for his wise words of advice. For those he left behind....
May we be blessed to have so many friends and pass on that same love and kindness to all WE meet as he did. And May we ALL be blessed to embolden and touch as many hearts as he has. Gob Bless you Grandpa. See you again someday and until then ... We all miss and love you very much. ~Mel
My time in Alaska
I had the most memorable trip to Alaska with my Dad, Mark, some fishing buddies and of course Charlie. I remember getting sea sick as the first halibut was hooked and trying to reel it up while keep my lunch down and make the boys proud. I also remember trying to keep up with Chuck in his drift boat on the river, as me and my dad bailed water the whole way down in a leaky jon boat , Chuck and crew listfuly glided through the remote river leaving us pretty far behind. And I remember the beauty of St. Elias Peak (see amazing picture) and how majestic it was. It was from this peak we named our son Elias Charles Stelling. I can also remember when Chuck first saw his "little giant" and we told him his name would live on through this little boy. I think he was pretty proud, just as he was of his whole family.
Thank You All!!
We were all so blessed to have Chuck in our lives. He was such a generous soul and always had some keen wisdom to share for all of his family and friends. His life was full and filled with great times. The Stelling family would like to thank everyone for their wishes and stories. C.R. was one of a kind and not much for fuss, but he would enjoy knowing how much closer he pulled his friends and family together. "Lovingly written by treasured Grandson - Steve "Stevie" Stelling, Jr."