For all friends of Chuck
On Saturday, January 25, 2014, Carol and I received a hand written note from Patsy Williams that told us that Chuck died on January 20th. She wrote that Chuck had a stroke on August 23rd that paralyzed him on his left side, but seemed otherwise OK thru Christmas. Then he wouldn’t eat, drink or take meds, so at the hospital he was found to have an incurable internal infection. He went home with Hospice care, where surrounded by family, he died. Patsy wrote that he would be cremated and they would have a Celebration of Life event on Sunday, February 23rd.
Chuck was a major part of my teens and a lifelong friend since. It began with our 9th grade summer mowing lawns with some classmates. And then there was MtL football, vacations on Bowman’s Island (actually Ewing Island) in Parry Sound of Georgian Bay. He had a unique and subtle sense of humor (along with his Dad, who we dubbed “Great White Father”) that I’ll never forget, and he lived across the street from Carol.
When we mowed lawns that summer, we sometimes got rained out, so we would loaf on my porch and Chuck would create whimsical stories that each of us would embellish with much laughter. Chuck’s stories contained words as follows:
The Orient and West Wheeling – imaginary places.
Poo C Foot – an imaginary, knowledgeable, but milquetoast person derived from the word, “pussyfoot” and nobody wants to be a pussyfooter.
St. Louis (sometimes Oriental) Orange Juice Squeezing Club (OJSC) – an imaginary organization we are all members of, but whose leadership is controversial.
Roont - Chuck’s variation of “runt”, which we jokingly considered Chuck to be because of his slim build.
Slobe – Chuck’s variation of “slob”, which he called me because of my greater heft.
You get the idea, and in Chuck’s correspondence with me and others, he continued to use these words and invent similar funny nicknames for people throughout his years.
Knute Hartman