ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of my father, Charles Duda, 88 years old, born on December 13, 1932, and passed away on March 28, 2021. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Stephen Fife on May 3, 2021
I have many memories of Dick. They were the Californians in the family and when they came to Utah to visit, it was a celebration! My Mom loved Dick's dry wit and conversations. They came to stay with me in SLC a couple of times when I had grown up and we spent time sight seeing, shopping and just talking. He taught me how to throw a knife in Meadville when we visited for Kent's memorial. He was a charmer for sure! Dick and Joyce will always be fond memories in my life. God Bless you girls!
Posted by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on May 2, 2021
He's been gone a month now. I miss him so very much. I was recently remembering ... we didn't always agree on things ..... and one time I was soooo mad at him - hurt by something he had said to me. As I sat their feeling thoroughly irritated with him - I overheard him on his daily call with my Uncle Joe say, "Ya - Marc is raining on my parade".   ....... I immediately started laughing and thought .... I certainly was. It wasn't an apology ... but it was close enough and it diffused the whole situation. I could never stay mad at him for very long. He always had a laugh close at hand. I miss his smile. 

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Posted by Stephen Fife on May 3, 2021
I have many memories of Dick. They were the Californians in the family and when they came to Utah to visit, it was a celebration! My Mom loved Dick's dry wit and conversations. They came to stay with me in SLC a couple of times when I had grown up and we spent time sight seeing, shopping and just talking. He taught me how to throw a knife in Meadville when we visited for Kent's memorial. He was a charmer for sure! Dick and Joyce will always be fond memories in my life. God Bless you girls!
Posted by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on May 2, 2021
He's been gone a month now. I miss him so very much. I was recently remembering ... we didn't always agree on things ..... and one time I was soooo mad at him - hurt by something he had said to me. As I sat their feeling thoroughly irritated with him - I overheard him on his daily call with my Uncle Joe say, "Ya - Marc is raining on my parade".   ....... I immediately started laughing and thought .... I certainly was. It wasn't an apology ... but it was close enough and it diffused the whole situation. I could never stay mad at him for very long. He always had a laugh close at hand. I miss his smile. 
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A daughters perspective

On March 28, 2021 our father, Dick Duda, died unexpectedly in Redondo Beach, California, following complications from an accidental fall.  He was 88 years old.

Dick Duda was born on December 13, 1932 in Bessemer, Michigan. He graduated with a degree in Physics from Michigan State University in the mid ‘50s and then joined the USAF.  He was stationed at Edwards Air Force Base in California where he met our mother, Billie Joyce in 1956.  Married in Las Vegas in 1957, they just recently celebrated their 63rd wedding anniversary in Nov 2020.

Our dad spent several years working at McDonald Douglas, but the majority of his working years were spent at United Detector of Technology (UDT) in Culver City, California.  I believe we all, (his daughters), wrestled with how to explain to people what our dad did for a living.  “He’s a scientist.  He works with light”.  Blank stares every time.  I remember his business card reading “Senior Scientist” – but I felt I needed something more descriptive for this piece, so I reached out to his long-time, close friend Kemal, who had worked for years with him at UDT and who remained close with my dad to the very end.  He answered, “Senior Scientist is good – or Thermodynamics & Electro-Optical Scientist.-You might also use Wile E. Coyote’s
‘Super Genius’.”  That made me laugh.  My dad ….. he would have enjoyed that title the best. 
“Super Genius” indeed.

He was an interesting man.  He had the brain of a scientist and the heart of an artist which I believe gave him the dual sides to think up solutions to problems, and then design and create them.  He did this not only in his role as Scientist at UDT, (like the QED200 – which he won an award for in 1985), but also solving problems with his artistic endeavors:  photography, drawing, enameling, jewelry making, and in his later years, wood working.  He would often submit ideas and solutions to his favorite magazines, sometimes having those suggestions published.

His laugh was heard often and he found humor throughout the good times as well as the more difficult times.  Sometimes his humor would be a very welcome relief to a very difficult situation and sometimes ….well, you might just be annoyed that he was laughing at something you were not ready to, but eventually would.  His smile and his laugh were never far away… and I think that is perhaps what we will miss the most …. his sense of humor.

He had been retired for nearly 25 years when he passed away.  Upon retiring, our Mom and Dad had relocated to Meadview, Arizona – in the middle of nowhere – on 8 acres of land – where they hauled their own water and had the most beautiful view of the canyon amid a Joshua tree forest.  Our parents recently returned to California in 2019/2020 – to be closer to medical attention and family.  But we all know it was the dessert which held his heart.

He is survived by his wife of 63+ years, Billie Joyce Duda; his three daughters, Barri, Terri, & Marcy; his three sons in law, David, Charlie and Jim; his 5 granddaughters Madeline, Ashley, Jillian, Halie and Mallory; his brother in law Joey, and his faithful dog Scruffy.

We will be holding two Celebrations of Life in his honor; one in Meadview, AZ on Saturday, June 5, 2021; the second in Redondo Beach, CA on Saturday, July 10, 2021.Both will be small informal gatherings.

My dad always enjoyed his weekly Manhattan, Sunday Champagne, or 4:00 “Wine Time”.  I think he’d appreciate one more toast to celebrate who he was and his place in our lives.

“We’re drinkin’ my friend, to the end, of a brief episode ….. make it one for my baby,
and one more for the road.”

If you would like more information regarding either celebration, please email Marcy at madsmal603@gmail.com.  Stories and or photos to share at the celebrations can be sent to that email as well.

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My second family

Shared by Dan Jamele on May 8, 2021
I grew up in El Segundo, fairly isolated from the world around me...until..in about 1975-76 a new (attractive) girl showed up in band class one day from "the outside" (Playa Del Rey).  At 16 my interest pretty much revolved around music, basketball, and girls (not particularly in that order) so when Barri Duda was looking around trying to figure out how to find and attach a lyre (music holder) to her saxophone, I gallantly jumped to help her!   Soon thereafter, the Duda family became my second family. I was at their house, watching TV in the back house, swimming in their pool, going on my first plane ride that I was old enough to remember (trip to Utah), and pretty much eating everything in their house everyday.  Mr Duda (many years before I could call him by name) was such a central figure in my everyday experience for all those years.  From him letting me drive their old red Rambler (got in big trouble with him when I let Barri drive it before she had her license and she got in an accident), to showing me all his inventions, light meters, and how to think and go outside my little box, try new things,  and look at the world in such a different way!  And laugh laugh laugh! It took a while to understand his humor, but Dad Duda found something funny in just about everything!  I can't really describe how he, and that whole crazy family, affected my life, brought me out of my shell, and put me on a path that I wouldn't have even known existed without them. Even after Barri and I went our own ways, Dick, Billie, Barri, Terri (or Teri or Tarrie depending on the year), and "little Marcy" stayed part of my life (Marcy even used to work for me at the Studio) and seeing them at Christmas every year is something we look forward to and really enjoy.  Its going to be hard to not have "Dad" there this year.  He lived a great life as evidenced by those, including me, that he helped raise and grow, and will always fondly remember him.  I don't know if I ever told him how much he influenced me...hopefully he knew.  Smart and funny, so many times he would start a conversation with "you know, if you...." and then go on with some strange factoid or trick or joke.  I miss him already.
Shared by Alison Jamele on May 6, 2021
Dick was a man of few words, from my perspective. But when he did speak, you would almost always laugh. I remember his humor and his ever present smile. I think that smile was his natural facial expression that permeated the room and make you feel at ease. I only got to see him once a year at Marcy and Jim’s Christmas bash, but it was the highlight to visit with him and Billie at that time. He will be missed, but at least I can still remember that smile that will always put a permanent smile on my face.