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 Alison Jamele on March 28, 2022
I can still hear your laugh and that makes me smile.
Posted by Stephen Fife on March 28, 2022
On this anniversary, many memories of Dick come to mind. He was such a charmer and his sense of humor was so dry, you needed a drink!  His mind was so creative I enjoyed listening to him expound his thoughts. God bless his family and friends.
Posted by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on March 28, 2022
Wow! It’s been a year. A whole year passed without my dad in it. Not physically. But in my heart … every day. So many things bring back memories of time spent, conversations had, laughter shared, memories made. For the time we had … I’m forever thankful. I miss him ♥️❤️♥️
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 Alison Jamele on March 28, 2022
I can still hear your laugh and that makes me smile.
Posted by Stephen Fife on March 28, 2022
On this anniversary, many memories of Dick come to mind. He was such a charmer and his sense of humor was so dry, you needed a drink!  His mind was so creative I enjoyed listening to him expound his thoughts. God bless his family and friends.
Posted by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on March 28, 2022
Wow! It’s been a year. A whole year passed without my dad in it. Not physically. But in my heart … every day. So many things bring back memories of time spent, conversations had, laughter shared, memories made. For the time we had … I’m forever thankful. I miss him ♥️❤️♥️
his Life

Today we celebrate 89

Today is my dads birthday. He would have been 89 today. This will be his first birthday with him no longer with us. Missing him. He always enjoyed celebrating. When I was younger … we were never allowed to decorate for Christmas until AFTER his birthday. But as he got older … and Christmas traditions were started in our own homes …. That fell by the wayside. A good bottle of Zinfandel - a good steak - and lately - carrot cake. Those were his favorites. And presents. No one took as long to open a present as my dad. The enjoyment was the anticipation to wait and see what was inside .. or perhaps the enjoyment was just irritating my mom enough to tell him to just get on with it. Either way. Always a smile or a laugh or some irony in the matter. I’m missing him so much this holiday season. But feel his presence in the traditions that carry on. Happy Birthday daddy 

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 McDonnell 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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Happy Memories from Bernadette Story

Shared by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on July 7, 2021
Happy breakfast outing and coffee with my mom and dad with Bernadette Story.  

My guiding light

Shared by Marcy Duda-Scheidel on June 21, 2021
I saw this quote today …. And thought of my dad. We just celebrated Father’s Day (2021) and it was my first without my dad. I honestly feel …. My dad never held me back ….. and he never led the way either. But he was interested in what I did and I often think was entertained by my choices. He enjoyed my company and liked to hear my stories. He was absolutely “tickled” by all Mallory (my daughter / his granddaughter) did …. And even though … he often commented on my “sensitivity” …. I know he loved me. And also enjoyed my sensitivity. It was just a sign of my love. *heavy sigh*. I miss him. ♥️♥️♥️

I Never Met Anyone Like Him Before

Shared by James Scheidel on May 31, 2021
DICK DUDA

“I never met anyone like him before”

By: Jim Scheidel, Son-In-Law

Dick Duda was my father-in-law of 29 years and I knew him a couple of years before that, when I first started dating his beautiful, intelligent on amazing daughter Marcy. I can honestly say that I never met anyone like Dick before… and that is meant as a compliment.

I first heard this stated as a compliment on National Public Radio, where a young Korean girl defied her parent’s expectations to go to college to become a doctor or a lawyer and pursued a career in the music industry. After years of struggle, she finally met some success in a rock band. Her mother said to her one day: “I have never met anyone like you before”. The daughter was first hurt by this comment, but then realized it was, in fact, a high compliment.

As you go through life you meet certain categories of personality types… Dick Duda fit none of those. He was extremely intelligent, but did not flaunt it, although I believe he often thought he was the most intelligent person in the room and, more often than not, he probably was. He constantly amused me with the things he would want to share at very random intervals during conversations that were often on a totally different topic.

While a scientist by trade (something to do with the measurement of light, for which he holds a patent – clearly above my pay grade), he would dabble in photography, stained glass, drawing, enameling and wood working coming up with ‘original’ and beautiful works of art that just might also be a bit quirky. Dick has a great sense of humor and was quick to laugh.

Dick also played a bit of guitar and apparently was learning Spanish in his later years. The only thing that I can think of that Dick did not like was cheese, which he would not partake of under any circumstances. Aside from the cheese, Dick was a true Renaissance man.

I never met anyone like Dick Duda before and I know I never will never meet anyone like him again.