Richard Kindwall, (1941 - 2016) - ForeverMissed.com Online Memorials

Let there always be a reason to smile, get a good laugh and enjoy life!

74 years old
Born on January 20, 1941 in Albert City, Iowa, United States
Passed away on January 13, 2016 in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, United States

Dick was a man who appreciated good people, good stories and good times. He touched so many people in his 74 years on this earth.
This web site is dedicated to celebrating the man who appreciated a remarkable story, genuine characters, and good ol' fishin tale.
Please take the time to share any stories, specific anecdotes, humorous encounters, photos and anything you think that Dick and his family would enjoy about your experiences with him.
We plan to compile your memories to make a scrap book of things that are shared here in his honor.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share something special with us.
Note: Do not hold back on expletives, humor and/or details...;)

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January 20, 2017

I looked at the calendar this morning and said, "ah, it's Richard's birthday."
Sometimes it fell on Martin Luther King's birthday and today on the inauguration. I enjoyed the pictures; many great memories.

January 31, 2016

I posted a picture of one of the many post-it notes Dad left for us. It reads "CAN'T NEVER DID ANYTHING". Some people didn't know this about him, but Dad was very sentimental. He used to leave us little notes here and there, often on the bathroom mirror so we would see it first thing in the morning. I kept this one, "can't never did anything", as it was one of Dad's favorite sayings when we were kids. I've probably had it for almost 30 years now.  It is a constant reminder to always do my best and believe in myself. And that's what Dad would have wanted; he was so encouraging, supportive, and inspirational for us growing up. He would always correct us if we said that 4-letter word, "can't". He was a great teacher and always put forth his best effort to make sure there was a lesson behind every experience.
And speaking of post-it notes, dad was a legendary creator of love-notes for our mom. Our Dad loved mom so much and always told us how special and beautiful she is. He would leave her little notes, or even sometimes hand-written poems. There is still one in the cupboard from so long ago, and all it says is "I love the Pen". (Dad gave her the nickname Pen Pigeon decades ago).
It hit me one day when I was leaving mom & dad's cabin in PC how lucky I was to have such loving parents.  It was a Sunday and I was heading back to Portland.. I got in my truck and we waved goodbye (Dad doing his signature "wave" that we all know from the porch).  After they went back inside I drove by the house and looked inside.  I see my mom trying to check her casserole in the oven and Dad trying to distract and hug her. She was batting at him with her oven mitts, and he just kept giving her a bear hug. I could see them both laughing so hard.
Their love was truly one of a kind, and we are so fortunate to have had such a wonderful, loving, and supportive Dad. We miss him so much.

January 27, 2016

Remembering Kinder

Though in later life (after college)
he took on another name "Dick"
rather than "Richard"

I still remember him by the name
he came to have at BV --
a play on his surname

and the innocence of his
baby face, which often
got him out of trouble.

Two days older (though
a year ahead in school)
I can remember being

blamed for "leading him
astray." What a joke--
since he was always,

for better or worse,
a trickster, whether
playing trumpet

recycling old TV jokes--
"Maude Fricker" or
"Charlie Weaver."

This included even
our hunting days--
shotgun shells

loaded with flour
and games with
game wardens.

But the best joke
was on both of us
when Ruth and I

stopped to see him
in Oregon while
he was looking us up

in Buffalo, New York.
We did, eventually,
get together and

each told stories
(which may or
may not be true)

and those comic tall
tales will remain
my enduring tribute
to my oldest dearest friend.

-- Dave Lampe

January 25, 2016

WHAT A RIDE!
From the day you came into our home in Santa Cruz and asked me what I thought about organizing a new bank in Dallas, Oregon, to the trip here in the summer of 1966 to "case the joint" to decide that question, to filing the application and waiting and waiting for approval, to arriving here in the summer of 1967, finding the available building, a former laundromat, close to the lot we bought, and opening a new bank, BANK OF WILLAMETTE VALLEY, 3 months later. We built the new building in the next year, and for 25 years through good years and bad we ran the bank successfully and pleased the stock holders by selling at a very opportune time in 1992. Out customers, however, were not happy we sold; we tried to serve them well. An important chapter of our lives closed and we went in new directions. What a ride!

January 22, 2016

We recall the kindness of the Kindwall family to us and especially to our daughter, Julie, over many years--through the trials of teenage years and beyond. Dick was a special part of this family effort. Also, I recall many times he was helpful at the Bank to keep our struggling company in the black. Carol and I wish all the best to Judy, Joni, Cheryl, and Christina through the days ahead. Blessings to you all!

January 20, 2016

Back in 1993 or sometime around, I was an exchange student to Oregon. I was so lucky to be hosted by the Kindwalls. Since day one, Richard (Dad) was nice, warm, caring and loving, so was Judy (Mom) and of course the girls. I will never forget those years which were the begining of a life time friendship. After that, the family made it to Costa Rica to meet my family and country. I remember Dad liking the taste of Costarican Coca Cola and a whole bunch of adventures and spending Christmas together here, with my family. I'll never forget the "beans magical fruit" song he taught me, his smile and his huge and wonderful heart. Dad, definitely left a mark on my life.

January 16, 2016

I remember as a kid my parents had all of us kids come up and clean a part of some property that Mr. Kindwall had owned that was about kitty corner from where he lived on Orchard Knob RD. Also I remember a summer that I had moved and stacked some wood for him. I got to drive his old truck and that is when I learned I was pretty good at backing up. He was always a very nice man and a very good friend to my dad Bill Pettit. He will truly be missed.

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January 19, 2016

I am so blessed to have had the Kindwall family in my life. Warren and I love our extended family in Pacific City - our memories and gatherings keep our lives intertwined, from BBQ's on the ridge, Dory day parades, watching the river, fishing and many many visits. Dick has always held a specific place in my heart. He and I would sit and chat about local politics and he was one of my main advisors when I ran for Polk Co Commisioner - he knew the climate well, understood the barriers and helped me to have the courage to keep at it. I have great respect and love for this man and will miss him greatly. This I know, his beautiful and strong wife and family, his girls and grandkids will keep the legacy going. Until we meet again and can sit by the river and chat - I will miss you Dick.

Our loss is Heaven's gain

Much love and respect

Sue

"I once fell in love with a green eyed girl"

January 19, 2016

So when we were younger like many boys throughout their life, one of the girls caught my eye, before morning surf sessions; I'd pick her wild flower's, one morning as I'm stealthily playing Don Juan and just about to place flowers at door, Dick comes walking out the shitter scratching his ass looking rather content at his handywork, so I freak of course, I mean who wants to brave that confrontation; lol, so I run and jump off patio there at the beach house popping my knee out of place partially from a prior injury, and I remember writhing in agony, hearing the door open up; presumably to see why there was a bunch of flowers at his door, and without missing a beat he sees me on the ground face first in the dirt and asks,"are these for Christina?" I said yes embarrassed as all get out, then he said, "you alright?" Again rather embarrassed I said yes trying to acknowledge the awkwardness by moaning, "my knee popped out jumping off porch" he chuckled that old salty chuckle and said "I'll make sure she gets em next time use the stairs" ... lol I will aspire to be as great a father as he was. To the entire extended Kindwall family I'm so sorry for your loss Dick was an amazing guy, a loyal husband, and a outstanding father and a great friend to all who knew him he will be greatly missed and is surely fishing with the Gods by now. Rejoice death is not a sorrowful event but a joyful one your father has returned home may we all aspire for his greatness. I may not see them for years, but the love you girls have for your friends and family is a testament to the love Dick showed everyone... I maybe pushing it on this joke like I normal but I know he'd laugh. Everyone loved this Dick! May God bless and watch over you peace be with you all!

January 17, 2016

There are so many stories that come to mind when I think of Dick. I spent my childhood growing up around him as he and my father, Bud, were great friends. One particular story that comes to mind is the time we were out on the Foster’s Folly salmon fishing with Dick, my dad, local jeweler Don Brixius, and myself. We had launched from Depoe Bay on a blue bird day on the brine when it was discovered that they had run a little short of beer. A decision was made to launch through the surf on to Fogarty Beach. Dick ran up to the Surf Rider Resort and with a little wrangling with the bartender talked her into a couple of six packs- to go. Course there was quite a crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle when Dick returned walking quite proudly with his six packs. We quickly turned the boat around and launched back through surfing to return to the catch.

The old cronies from down town spent many hours at the ole Foster’s Sporting Goods store. There was an old refrigerator that housed all the fish bait. Bob LeFors was checking the bait cooler and pipped up that it was time to check the bait because it was “rotting”. Turns out Dick had opened it up and ripped a big one into just to mess with LeFors.

I could almost write a book of all the times spent with him. He was a real classic, with a humor that was second to none. I’ll forever remember that he had given me the nickname “Showboat”. I have nothing but the fondest memories of him.

Girls, his favorite blind down at the Duck Lake will always be opened to you if you ever want to come down to reminisce.

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