Jason and I just met. He introduced me to his father Wally. Jason was so excited for us to meet. Jason wanted to change his adopted name ( Cooper) to his birth name Teed. I did the paperwork.It is so.Thank you for the memorial.A fantastic place to go....to be.....

We Three..Hanging in there.. In Albuquerque, New Mexico

Yes, we again had a reunion, in Albuquerque, NM, the week of  5/10 thru 5/12 2016.. Every reunion at this time in our lives is a blessing, altho again there were two missing..Our beloved brother Wally, Jr. and My beloved husband Nino..But they were there in strong spirit. Not like the last reunion in 2014, in California, we included, Nino and JR. as much as possible. Honey, I had Roger give me a tattoo on my right calf, to always remind me and anyone that sees it, you are in my heart always, until I see you again. And that's what it signifies. All of us remaining, love and miss you both, and we carry you bot in our hearts and thoughts always. As Nino would always say: ABOLULIE!!!

we all got together again this last week in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It seems each time we do get together, there is someone missing. The first one was three years ago,at Lois and Ninos in Hemet,California. we all were missing you dear brother, and always will. you are so loved, and we all have such wonderful memories of our lives with you. This time, we are missing Nino, who passed away, again too soon, and again as a complete shock to all of us.  We pray there won't be anymore losses for a long,long time. The years have gone by way too fast, and we realize we should have been keeping in touch with each other so much more often over the years, but life has a way of keeping us so busy that we don't realize it until it's too late. It was so wonderful to have us together again, but there is still an aching void for Nino and you. I pray you are both together with God and the rest of the family......I love you all and miss you soooo much.

My husband has been gone now over a year, and although the pain of losing him still lingers, just not quite as strong, but none the the less is still there. As I look and read thru my dear brothers memorial, I can't help feel sad and somewhat guilty, that I never created, something this nice for my husband, I'm hoping my family will understand that I'm sharing Wally's memorial in a small way with, Nino. I really think that Wally wouldn't mind, as they were always good friends, even tho they were brother in laws...These two men were always so loving towards me and at times now, my thoughts are of them both, and I just pray they are together and are at peace. Always, my dear husband and dear brother, you will be in my heart, so looking forward to being with you one fine day...

Happy birthday dad. I'm reminded how we would speak on your birthday, but not for long as I'd ask how you're doing? You'd reply,I tell you later. it's funny later never came as the years continued. You were a man of few words that didn't always say it, but I know you loved me and was proud of the kids and I. Before the conversation could get to deep you would tell me,I gotta go as I have alligators around me. I never knew what that meant, as I'm thinking I don't want to visit Idaho,I don't like alligators...lol..I didn't find out until I was at the hospital when I found out you had a stroke and asked Fay what that meant. I learned it's not physical alligators at your feet, but when you have so much going on....lol


Love you dad.  

Dear brother, JR. Knowing today would have been your 72nd birthday, my thoughts and memories seem to come so strongly for some reason. I guess because now I have to believe that you and Nino are up there together. I am so sad and I hurt so badly in my heart, as I am missing you both so terribly. Sometimes the devestation I feel is so overwhelming, and the tears come uncontrollably. I'm always asking our dear God, if for just one moment He could let you come to me in someway so that I could hug you both, and tell you how much you are loved and missed. I know that can never be, but it seems as long as I can put my feelings into words, it helps somewhat. I don't really know at this point in time, if the hurt and pain of my loss will ever subside. I do know you and Nino will never be replaced in my heart. I pray you are together and are both resting in peace. Please put your arms around my beloved husband, and tell him I love and miss him so.

Well, dear brother, you now have my beloved husband, your brother in law that has joined you and so many of our loved ones. He left me on September 21st, and  I feel as though my whole world has crumbled. I know you all will welcome him with open arms. "REST IN PEACE" my sweet husband. You will never be forgotten my love, will never, ever be. As long as life and memory last, your soul will live in me. I'll miss you now, my heart is sore, and as time goes by, I'll miss you more. Your loving smile,your gentle face, no one can fill your vacant place...

JR , NINO IS KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR , PLEASE LET HIM IN , AND WELCOME HIM WITH YOUR LOVING EMBRACE !!!  HE LEFT US TODAY , WE DID NOT WANT HIM TO LEAVE , BUT IT WAS BEST FOR HIM TO BE WITH THE FAMILY , SO PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM , UNTIL WE ALL CAN BE TOGETHER AGAIN !! WE WILL SEE YOU ALL LATER , OK ? LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH , ......ROGER.

Well dear brother, here we are. The three of us, the remaining "Teed siblings". We finally were able to reunite in Hemet, California at our house. I figure it's been close to twenty years that the three of us have physically been together. Ever since your passing, one year and four months ago, it's been a desire and a goal for the three of us to get together, even if it was only for a few hours, it had to be.
In our gathering, Roger, Jan nor I openly spoke of you, but I feel in our hearts and minds we could feel your presence. You are and always will be a part of us, dear brother, even time cannot take that away.

The three of us have vowed that with the good Lord's help, we will try to see each other more often, and not let time get by. Nino and I still have that bottle of "Black Velvet" that was supposed to be opened and all attending were to have a sip in your honor. But saddly it didn't happen, and so in two years when we all can hopefully meet again, it will happen. If not then when it's my time I will bring it with me and if God doesn't mind we can all celebrate in the hereafter. OK??  We love and miss you dearly, love always,your brother Roger and sisters, Jan and Lois..     
  

   

A YEAR HAS PASSED SINCE YOU LEFT US, STILL THE PAIN REMAINS, ITS A REMINDER THAT WE MUST HOLD OUR LOVED ONES VERY NEAR, AND DEAR , BECAUSE THEY MIGHT BE GONE TOMORROW !! YOU LIVE ON IN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US, YOU ARE , AND ALWAYS WILL BE LOVED , "FOREVER" !!  WE MISS YOU JR., GOOD NIGHT FOR NOW.

My dear, sweet, precious, brother, Wally, Jr. One year today we lost you, and as my thoughts and tears seem to come and go today, with so many memories and visions of you. I remember, especially your wonderful smile and of course those piercing, beautiful "blue eyes", that could at times  look right through a person. I will always remember those eyes, when you were a little guy, and in sadness, the tears would form and the blue would just glisten. Also in happy times when you smiled, they would sparkle. You probably never realize this, dear little brother, but you always said a lot with your eyes. I know as this day comes to an end, I will try very hard not to be sad, or to cry, as I know you are resting peace and that one day my dear brother we will meet again. Thru my heart comes much love, your big sis, Lois

I made a statement earlier in one of my stories of Wally at Easter, that being this year will be many first without him. As kids I don't have to many memories of Wally,at Thanksgiving, except one as an adult stands out. It was Thanksgiving, I believe in1975 or 1976. We lived in Santa Ana next door to our aunt Josie and uncle Leonard and we were hosting Thanksgiving dinner that year. Wally and Margie and his children came down from Northern California, as well as my in laws from San Diego.  Total we had 20 or more for dinner that day. I had everthing pretty much under control, more or less deligating cooking and preparing to various guests. Like I said all was going well, until Wally decided to open the bar...LOL He made me my first white Russian and I love Kahlua, which was one of the ingredients. I downed that drink like there was no tomorrow, and of course being the attentive bar tender Wally was that day, he kept them coming and as fast as he made them, I was downing them. I guess the pressure was getting to me, as we hadn't ever cooked for that many people before, and I really wanted everything to be perfect. Welllll...I remember drinking three or four drinks and then everything started to fall apart, where my control was concerned. Nothing worse than a drunk hostess. Everytime someone would ask me a question, I was told I would just stand and stare at them, and I couldn't say anything. I didn't recognize my own kitchen, had no idea where anything was,or where I was,for that matter and the table needed to be set. I tried mashing the potatoes and for days afterwards, found traces of mashed potatoes in the strangest places in my kitchen. To make a long story short, I totally missed Thanksgiving that day. "I was out cold" thanks to my sweet caring brother. And for many years all who were there that day, would not let me forget it. And it is for sure, I never ever drank a white Russian again.. Yes sweet brother again another special memory, that will stay with me always.. I'm sure all those who knew and loved you, probably have precious stories to tell as well. One thing for sure, you will never be forgotten...Love always Lois and Nino

Our aunt Josie, passed away on October 12, 2013. She was born December 30 1914. Her passing was just two and a half months short of her reaching ninty-nine years of age. I felt necessary to put this on Wally's memorial, because of the attachment there was between her and our brother, and for many years, she was a part of my life as well. To JR.and I , she was almost like a second mom. She was married to our uncle Leonard Mosback, up until his passing in March of 2012, over 55 years. She had a very caring and loving way about her. If we needed someone to talk to, she was always there to listen.


I'm sure whatever tribute, given about aunt Josie, JR. would agree. I know my brother loved her cooking. Especially her homemade flour tortillas and refried beans.The combination made the best burritos. Auntie loved to play cards(Poker) as did JR. and our uncle Leonard. There were many times, we all would be at their house until wee hours of the morning(all of us) playing poker. Of course we always had oldie but goodie music going and a drink or two. Auntie and uncle lived in their home from 1960 until both of their passing. In 1997, JR. came down to Santa Ana, from Northern California, where he was living, brought his ffith wheel, parked it in the Elks Parking lot for about two weeks and went to work remodeling their kitchen, that was in complete need of repair. He completely tore out flooring, cupboards, redid plumbing and electrical. JR. did not charge them a thing, he did it out of the kindness of his heart, and the love he felt for aunt Josie, and he knew she appreciated everything he had done. For her remaining years in her home she spent most of her time in her kitchen.


Auntie Josie, from the bottom of our hearts, myself, JR.,Jan, and Roger(all of us Teed Kids)we love you. We will always remember you with love and respect, because that's what you gave to us. May you now rest in peace, dear beautiful lady. Please give our moma, JR. and our daughter Maria a big hug from all of us.    

This story happened back in about 1979, John and I had just purchased a new stove with a new microwave attached to it above. Not to many people were familiar with microwaves at that time, and they were relatively new in most homes. We had only had it a couple of days, when JR.(Wally) and his family stopped by for the day.


Being the  "curious guy" he was, JR wanted to see how it worked. Well John and I had not really experimented with it being so new, only to heat up coffee so far. So JR.(Wally) and John decided to try some different foods to see how they would cook???  I had just finished breakfast, so John grabbed an egg out of the carton, put it in a bowl and put it in the microwave. No one had any idea about how long to "cook" it for, so he and JR. just set it for a few seconds. Well, needless to say after an EXTREMELY SHORT TIME the egg blew all to heck......All over the inside of my nice new microwave!!!!


I swear JR. and John were jumping up and down and laughing like two little five year olds and that's what started the whole ordeal.......before it was all over, John and JR. had gone through a dozen eggs, almost a whole package of hot dogs(for those of you who never tried that...Its worth trying...) Some chocolate pudding, two small glasses of milk, and I can't remember what else. They would have continued, but I threatened them with their lives if they didn't stop, as guess who had to cleanup the mess???? I took me nearly two days to get that poor microwave clean.......And I'm not positive, but I think JR. had to buy a microwave for his family after they got back, at least thats what I heard.


THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, LET YOUR BROTHER AND HUSBAND HAVE CONTROL OVER YOUR MICROWAVE.......

It is with great love and memories that this story be told.     

Wally, you have been gone now for eight months, and we all who knew you are still missing you so very much. But I along with your brother Roger and sister Jan, know that in you we have a very special guardian angel looking down on us. Especially, your little brother Roger. Miracles, are happening for him in such a beautiful way, with the healing of his grandson, Phelan, since he was in a car accident, and the biggest miracle of all, that he has been reunited with his son, Jimmy and daughter, Deedee, after 30 years. I feel you had to have given our blessed Lord, a nudge and asked Him to help us all in this situation. Wally, we as your sibblings are planning a reunion, hopefully sometime in April or May of next year. I know our sister, Jan and Roger, will agree, that this reunion, be dedicated to you and our mother. Please continue to watch over us, dear brother. I pray everyday that the good Lord will let us all be together again. Look at these three beautiful pictures, and know how happy they are. All our love, Roger, Jan and your old sis, Lois

THANK YOU BROTHER FOR BRINGING MY KIDS BACK INTO MY LIFE......I KNOW IT WAS YOU......THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN......ITS BEEN 8 MTHS SINCE YOU LEFT.....BUT YOU ARE NEVER GONE IN OUR HEARTS.....UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN......I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH......YOUR LITTLE BROTHER.....ROGER.

I TOLD THE STORY ABOUT MY BROTHERS 1ST HOT ROD HE CALLED IT THE "WEED KILLER", LOOK AT THIS PICTURE AND EMAGINE IT WITH NO HOOD OVER THE ENGINE , NO RUNNING BOARDS , JUST THE BODY,FRAME ,NO WINDSHIELD , BALD STREET TIRES , PAINT IT LAVENDER PURPLE , THROW IN A BIG V-8 WITH NO EXHAUST PIPES ,OR MUFFLERS , AND YOU HAVE THE WILDEST,SCARIEST, LOUDEST , PURPLEST BEAST IN TOWN !!!! YOU HAVE THE "WEED KILLER", EVERONE LOVED IT, AND MY BROTHER !!!!   I MISS YOU SO MUCH !!!! YOUR LITTLE BROTHER.....ROGER.

I was sitting here today thinking about my "Big Brother" and some little things came to mind, that I like to smile about when I think of him.  The very first time, I heard or saw his car? the "weed killer"......my friend and I were having lunch with Mom at her house across from the hospital, when we heard this horrible noise coming from the alley and back drive way.  Then in the back door came JR. his hair virtually standing straight up on end as if he had seen frankenstein......if he wore his hair like that today, he would be in extreme style.  the wind from having no windshild kept his hair in " style " back then. He proudly told my friend Sharon and I to come out and take a look at his great "car"........and you know, being very young and not knowing what a hot rod should look like, we, of course, thought it was the most beautiful automobile we ever saw. A little note, however, my friend Sharon, always had a big crush on  JR., so he could have shown up with a wheelbarrow, and she would have thought it was wonderful!!!

Then there was the time, Sharon and I left Moms house to go downtown to the Civic Center to see a movie, and as we passed the little old garage near the alley, JR. and my half brother, Jackie Fiskum were out in that garage working on whatever?  I think it was some auto parts they were fixing or something.....Jackie had brought them over for he and JR. to tinker on.  We were gone about two or three hours, and as we came back thru the alley to the drive-way........to our great amazement.....THE GARAGE HAD BURNED DOWN!!!!!........JR. and Jackie were no where to be found, and I have always wondered about that incident??? Thank goodness Sharon and I had a terrific alibi....and funny thing was ......we never did find out who burned it down??????

I also recall our Uncle Marty coming to Great Falls, for a week-end, and he took JR. with him, supposedly to go looking at cars.  The next day, Mom found two bicycles in our front yard that did not belong to any of us,  Marty had left town and went back to Wilsal,  and JR. of course knew "nothing" about the bicycles......later he told me that he and Uncle Marty went out and had a few drinks, and since they both were way to drunk to drive Martys car home,  they conveniently found two bicycles near the bar where they were drinking???  I never, never told Mom what JR. had told me.!!!  Oh, I could go on and on, but life around my Big Brother was never dull, and I loved every minute of it.......as I said "the little things mean a lot"......Love you brother dear, my heart is always with you.   

As I try to hold back my tears today, as it has now been six months since Wally's passng, and in my heart I still feel such a hurt and terrible loss. I've had these feelings, two other times in my life. The first and biggest was the loss of my daughter and then a little over a year later my mother. So along with Wally, I know in my heart, there are at least three special "ANGELS" in heaven watching over their loved ones that remain left behind, for the time being. This little verse more or less, sums up what I'm feeling today.....


Little Brother....

Of all sad things that we may endure, the saddest is saying farewell.

A brother may die, but he lives on in my heart and mind.

To have had a brother like you, is to have experienced a very special gift.

There will always be a special place in my heart, for the one I called "Little Brother"...         

Well dear brother, it's ironic, that today is not only "Fathers Day", but now five months that we lost you.. So with that being said, this is my way of telling you how much you are loved and missed.....


"In Our Hearts"

We thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.

We thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.

We think of you in silence, we often speak your name.

Now all we have is memories, and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is our keepsake, with which we'll never part.

God has you in his keeping, we have you in our hearts.


              

Thank you to our brother, Roger(Teed)Walker, for the beautiful little norway spruce, he bought to plant in memory and dedication of our lost brother, Wally Teed.


The tree was planted at Sunset Memorial Park near Butte, Montana. It was blessed by those present and black ribbons were also placed on the tree, which had been blessed by those present at Wally's memorial service on April 13, 2013.


A prayer was said(also written by Roger) and the tree was placed overlooking both our mother and grandmothers grave sites. It is our hopes that the tree will grow strong and tall, representing our dear brother, in the strength he showed during his entire life.


I want to thank everyone who has viewed this living memorial and also for those who have left tributes and stories. Once again I want to thank our sister, Lois, for all of her work, and to our brother Roger,for all he has contributed, as well. In addition, both Lois Mercado and Roger Walker are also administrators of this memorial, so if anyone has any questions or additions, they might want to add, please feel free to contact them thru this service, or thru their facebook pages.

Thank you and God Bless....          

Sad was the parting....no one can tell...
So sudden on earth....the sorrow fell...


The blow was hard....the shock severe...
To part with one....we love so dear... 


Dearer still....as months depart...
His memory lives....within our hearts...


Rest In Peace...My Big Brother.... I Love You..            

Brothers share a special bond; like blood, brotherhood, it's thicker than water.

Friends may come and go, and relationships may drift apart, but "Brothers are Forever"

Though the sun may rise in the east, and set in the west, we will still be "brothers".

Though the seasons may change, spring, summer, fall, and winter, we will still be "brothers".

What God has ordained, no man can change, "Brothers Are Forever".......       

FATHER,MOTHER,SISTER,BROTHER,"FAMILY",ITS NOT JUST A WORD, ITS THE FOUNDATION OF LIFE, ITS THE CONCRETE THAT HOLDS US TOGETHER, WITH OUT ONE PART, THE ROCK, THE SAND, THE CONCRETE, WE WILL NOT HOLD TOGETHER, AND CRUMBLE, AND FALL APART, IF ALL PARTS ARE TOGETHER, THE FOUNDATION IS VERY STRONG, IT WILL LAST A LIFE TIME, SADLY, LIFE DOES NOT LAST AS LONG AS CONCRETE, SOME TIMES ITS CUT SHORT, SO PLEASE, HOLD ALL OF YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE, FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN, NEVER LET LONG PERIODS OF TIME PASS BY WITHOUT SAYING "I LOVE YOU", OR GIVING THEM A BIG HUG, OR A KISS, AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM, BECAUSE ONE DAY THEY WILL BE GONE, AND THEN ITS TO LATE, SO PLEASE, CALL, OR GO TO YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS, EACH AND EVERY ONE, LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM, YOU WILL BE GLAD YOU DID, I PROMISE YOU !!!

Wally and moma,


Today is Mother's Day, and not only are my thoughts of our dear, sweet, mother, but of both moma and Wally. I can't help wonder, do they celebrate Mother's day in Heaven? I would hope so, as this would be such a special day for you both. I pray today that you are together , and celebrating in your long awaited reunion.


I'm thinking maybe, among your conversations, possibly you are discussing, and comparing your recipes for "Kumla" and Lefse". Wally you once told me you made a mean pot of kumla, and I chuckled to myself and listened, but somehow I don't think it could ever compare to moma's version. She once tried to show me how to make "Lefse" and oh WOW, what a job and what a MESS....

Her lefse came out wonderful, and I decided then and there, she was undefeated in the lefse making area. And I never , ever made an attempt to make lefse after that. I have however, made kumla several times through the years, and in your honor wanted to make kumla today, but the weather was to warm, and time did not permit as well. Please Wally and moma, know that next time I do make kumla, I will dedicate each and every kumla ball "dumplings" to you both. I love and miss you both so much. Happy Mother's Day, moma. Love your daughter and sister, Lois.....      
 

Many times I think of when we were very, very young. One time is very vivid in my mind, after all these years. When our mom and dad were building a house on the Westside of Great Falls, Montana. They had a large pile of lumber out in front, some used, some new, and of course some with nails in them. Altho I knew better, one summer day, I was out climbing around that wood pile, of course I was "barefooted"....And naturally, a nail went right thru my foot near my big toe. It was the most painful thing I had ever had at 9 or 10 years old, but afraid to call out to anyone. I sat there for a long time(possibly 20 minutes) And about then my "hero" brother happened by. He walked over and saw all the blood on my foot, and without even saying anything, he yanked the board with the nail, right out of my foot and then walked away. I hobbled into the house and washed my foot as best as I could, then went and sat down in the living room to watch tv. A little while later my "hero" came into the living room, he had some peroxide and bandages and poured the peroxide over my foot, then bandaged my foot. And AGAIN just walked away.....My little brother was sitting on the floor watching all of this......and I said to him..."Who Was That Masked Man".....to which my little brother replied instantly"THAT WAS THE LONE RANGER"......(So then I knew who my HERO was)...

Whether two people are married for ten years or fifty two years, it is what is made of that union, in however long the good Lord allows us to be together. Thank you, Fay, or giving Wally the love that you gave him. Wally we know, could be hard to live with at times.


With Wally's failng health, you were given much to endure, the last few months and days of his life. Fay, for all of your love, caring and patience,we as Wally's siblings, commend and thank you. 


We can only hope and pray that God grants you health and strength to get through this period of loss and grief, and that He allows with the help of your family, that you be strong, and to find peace and happiness in the future. Please know, all of us as Wally's siblings are here for you as well as our prayers. God Bless you..   

As I sit here looking at all the wonderful and memory-filled pictures of Wally JR and our families, they all make me cry in sadness, but the one picture of Jason, JRs. son makes me the saddest.  Junior called me several times to talk about his loss and the heartache he felt (although not in those exact words, as it was extremely hard for him to express many things.) And I feel there are some things he might have said to his son.  Hopefully it would be something like this...............


     "Son,  how do I start?.....
       you must know I'm so sad.
       Sitting here with a broken heart...
       Bad with words........your old Dad!!!


       All of the questions.....most of them "WHY"
       I can't bring myself to say Good bye......
       I know how you needed me there,
       Please don't think I never cared.

       I'm sorry I was such a fool,
       Now too late...I must have seemed cruel.
       I never meant to seem that way...
       But my own life pulled me far away!!

       You and I are here together now
       and theres one thing I can do...
       So I will make this belated VOW....
       To put my arms around you & say.....
                                                           "SON...I LOVE YOU"                         

I know Wally raced cars in his earlier years. And there were a couple of times, my husband, Nino and I remember being passengers in the car as he was driving. Now you might be able to" take the driver out of the race" but in Wally's case "the race was never taken out of Wally". At least based on two experiences we had with him at the wheel.


The first time was in 1973, we had gone up to El Sobrante, as we were having a family reunion, and Wally and Margy so graciously had us stay at their home. We had gone up a few days early, as it was kind of a little vacation for us as well. We had mentioned to Wally that we wanted to see San Francisco. Wally offered to drive all of us, so we could make a day of it, and we were delighted, as we figured he knew the area. So all of us got into their Oldsmobile, Wally driving of course and my husband, and two of our kids were in front with, Wally. Margy and myself, with the other four kids were in the back. We had two little guys,that sat on our laps and Margy also was expecting their son, Eric. After pulling out of the driveway, should have been a RED FLAG or perhaps a "Checkered Flag", because before we even got on the freeway, my husband said, he kept looking at the speedometer, and we were already at a very high speed. It was high speed from then on, and when we reached the Oakland Bay Bridge, if anything, our speed increased. All I remember is seeing the pilars or sides of the bridge, as flashes going by. Nino, said he checked and we were up to 100 mph by then. Wally went to change lanes and clipped the front end of the car that he was trying to get in front of. Demolition Derby here we come.. Anyway we just kept on going. Margy, I remember had this look of fear on her face, or maybe it was a reflection of my face, anyway, I mentioned to my brother, maybe he had better slow down, so that Margy wouldn't have the baby right then and there. He just laughed and away we went continuing at a very high speed. I recall doing a lot of praying on that trip. As we toured San Francisco, I remember seeing the Pyramid Building quite a bit, we pretty much were going in circles. One of the kids made the comment, Uncle Wally, they sure do have a lot of buildings that look a like. He just laughed. Till today I never said anything to Wally ,but I think he was lost most of the time, and just wouldn't admit it. Anyway we did end up seeing many things in San Francisco and all in all it was a fun day. And we did make it home to their house safe and sound.


The other breath taking ride was in Lewiston, Idaho when my husband and I went to Wally and Fay's for a visit in 2004. Their house had a view of the infamous "Lewiston Hill". I recall many frightful trips, on that hill coming and going on a greyhound bus to visit Wally and Roger when they were there living with our dad and our grandmother Teed. Of course so many years had passed and I don't know what I was thinking, but me and my big mouth,AGAIN. I had to mention that I wanted to have Nino and I take a ride up the hill. So again, brother Wally made the offer to drive us. What were we thinking??? So there we go, Nino in the front with Wally and me in the back seat. We took our car, which Wally hadn't driven, but what the heck. How harmless could it be. Again the "RED FLAG" should have come out, for one thing Wally had already, put down a few drinks, and decided to take one with him. Fay was working that day. Oh Fay, what you missed. Anyway there we go up that God forsaken hill. The roads are sooo winding and the higher up you get, become very, very steep. By this time Wally's driving with one hand, again at a fast speed and all over the road. All I could do again was pray and look down at the bottom of that hill, that with every turn kept getting farther and farther down. Then he decides to pass cars on a blind curve. Nino already had a permanent foot print in the floor board on the passengers side. It was a rented car, how were we going to explain that when we got back home, to the rental company? Well thank God we made it to the top. I got out and wanted to kiss the ground, but instead just blessed myself. We stayed for awhile and enjoyed the view and ask Wally if there was another way down off of that hill, and thanks to God there was. Wally my dear sweet brother these stories can now be told, and if you're able to read what i've written, please know every word is with love and now precious, bittersweet memories as it was to be our last time together. And Nino says if you're speeding up there in Heaven, SLOW DOWN, brother....    

THIS IS NOT A STORY, THIS IS FROM  MY HEART ,YOUR MY BIG BROTHER , YOU KNOW THIS IS TRUE , I DONT KNOW WHERE TO START , YOU SHOULD BE HERE WITH US , BUT NOW WE ARE APART , BUT ONLY IN BODY , NEVER WILL YOU LEAVE MY HEART , YOU WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ME , AS IN THE BEGINNING , IT WILL BE IN THE END ,YOUR MY BIG BROTHER ,AND MY BEST FRIEND , PLEASE WATCH OVER ME , AND OUR FAMILY , AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE , UNTIL I CAN BE WITH YOU , NEVER AGAIN BE APART , I LOVE YOU BROTHER WITH ALL MY HEART.

Dedicated to our brother Wally who would have been 70 on May 4, 2013


 
                                      Today Is My Birthday

Celebrate my life with you, and remember the good times, not the bad and do not be sad; Look up towards the sun, and catch every ray of light, upon your cheek, for I am there with you.


                                       Today is My Birthday


Be happy for me, I lived long and full, I had the pleasure of love, and the joy of my children; Do not be sad, look up towards the stars, and catch each twinkle in your heart, for I am there with you.


                                        Today is My Birthday


My legacy is not wealth, or mighty belongings, my legacy is you and your life. Spend it wisely and carefully, guard it always, do not be sad; Feel the wind on your face and in your hair, and know that I loved you. For I am there with you in your laughter, and in your hearts.  

                                        Today is My Birthday


Learn to live again, withot me, and stand on your own. Take my strength with you, for you are not alone; do not be sad, feel the rain on your face, feel all life's treasures and know that you are alive! At each step of the way, I will help you. For I am with you always, until we meet again. Today is My Birthday........                   

I HAVE GONE TO OTHER MEMORIALS ON THIS WONDERFUL MEMORIAL SERVICE, TO PEOPLE I DONT EVEN KNOW PERSONALLY AND LEFT TRIBUTES TO SEVERAL, ESPECIALLY THOSE IN THE MILITARY WHO FOUGHT AND DIED FOR OUR FREEDOMS. .................................that being said..................

     THIS MEMORIAL FOR WALLACE TEED JR. WAS ORIGINATED PURELY OUT OF LOVE, RESPECT AND REMEMBRANCES FOR HIM BECAUSE HE DESERVES THAT.  HE IS A VETERAN, HE IS A FATHER, HUSBAND, BROTHER, UNCLE & FRIEND..  I STRONGLY AND PERSONALLY FEEL THAT WHEN A PERSON PASSES AWAY,  THOSE OF US WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND SHOULD PUT AWAY ANY AND ALL OF OUR PERSONAL FEELINGS AND SHOW RESPECT FOR A LIFE THAT IS NOW ENDED, BUT CERTAINLY NOT FORGOTTEN, AND SHOULD NOT BE FORGOTTEN.  THIS MEMORIAL IS  NOT ABOUT ANYONE EXCEPT WALLACE TEED JR.!!!!!!! 

WE WANT EVERYONE AND ANYONE WHO WOULD LIKE TO LOOK AT HIS MEMORIAL TO DO SO, BUT BY NO MEANS DO WE WANT TO COERCE OR PUSH ANYONE INTO LEAVING A TRIBUTE IF THEY DO NOT FEEL THEY SHOULD OR COULD.

     ON THE SAME BEHALF, THOSE WHO DONT FEEL THEY CAN DEAL WITH THIS MEMORIAL, PLEASE DON'T  BE UPSET OR DISRESPECT THOSE OF US WHO FEEL IT IS AN ABSOLUTE NECESSITY AND A RESPECTFUL THING TO DO..... BECAUSE EVERYONE DEALS WITH DEATH DIFFERENTLY, AND THIS IS A WAY FOR MANY OF US TO DEAL WITH THE DEATH OF WALLY.   THIS IS ALSO A WAY TO HELP SOME HEAL OR BEAR THE GRIEF IN OUR OWN WAY. 


     BUT THE BOTTOM LINE IS PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REMEMBER, THIS IS ABOUT "WALLACE TEED JR" .......AND ONLY HIM.    THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS THOSE WHO HAVE SUPPORTED HIS MEMORIAL

My thoughts and memories go back to a little town called Wilsall, Montana.. After I saw the picture my sister put on her facebook the other day, of the little cafe that our mother took over and managed sometime in either 1948 or 1949. She had loaded up us four kids and left our dad in Lewiston and since she had family in Wilsall, that's where we headed. With help from her family, she opened the little cafe and fixed up the storage area in the back of the cafe, as living quarters for all of us.


I remember our mother putting in very long and hard days to make that place pay off for her, as it was her only source of income. There was one Saturday, she opened and I would help her get things going until my aunt or one of my cousins would get there to help. After help arrived, I would then help watch and take care of the smaller kids. My sister Jan was three or four and our baby brother Roger wasn't quite a year old.


And then there was Wally, he was about six and at loose ends, of course we didn't have TV in those days. He wanted to go across the street and play with the son of the folks that had the little gas station in town "in fact at the time it was the only gas station". I can't remember the little boys name, but he and Wally were good friends and always were together and doing something.


Anyway they went into the station and helped themselves to three or four cartons of Lucky Strike non filtered cigarettes and high tailed it for the stock yards, behind the station a ways. Maybe two miles. And thats where they spent practically all day, smoking every darn cigarette in those cartons. It was closing time for mom at the cafe and she asked me, if I knew where Wally was, and I told her he was with his friend at the gas station. She went across the street looking for Wally, and about that time he came in the back door into our livng quarters, and laid down in his bed and laid in the fetal position, complaining he didn't feel good.


When mom came in to check to see if he was home, she saw him laying there and he then started to cry. Well she had found out after going across the street, that the little friend was also in the same condition and that's when she found out about their cigarette adventure. By this time mom was very angry with Wally and at the same time felt bad for him. She asked him if he was hungry and he said, no that he felt sick and wanted to throw up. After he belted out his guts, she took him out to the counter of the cafe, and sat him on a stool, and told him son, from now on when you want to smoke, you will do it in front of me. It was Wally, mom and I that evening sitting at the counter, and I'll never forget, that poor guy was almost a flouresant green. And mom made him light up a cigarette and smoke it in front of both of us. He was crying so hard and so was mom and i, but he swore he would never touch another cigarette, ever, ever, ever.


Well anyone that knew Wally, knew he was a smoker for a long time. and later in years I would remind him of that  incident and he would get a silly grin on his face and tell me, oh well, I at least waited until I was older and could handle it.  In every sense of the word, Wally was "SMOKIN" that day anyway.. Thank you sis for putting that picture on your facebook, it triggered this memory and any memories of Wally are cherished.      

First of all, thank you AJ and mom (Lois) for making this memorial site for uncle wally.

DEFINITION OF ANNOYING:

Someone who puts a definition of "MEMORIAL' LOL!!!

I remember my uncle Wally as a very giving person. In fact he was involved with me getting my first car at age 16. My grandmother Fiskum purchased it from uncle Wally in 1983 for $250.00 The car was a 1970 Datsun 510 Wagon. I had quit school to go to work and needed a car, so he and my grandmother intervened. I was so proud of that car and drove it for about a year.
There was another time of his very giving heart and I again was in need of a car. Word got to uncle Wally and he contacted me with an offer on a used car for $200.00 It was a 1980 Malibu Wagon, but I would have to get up to El Sobrante to get the car. So I got on the bus and went to get it.
It was time to drive the car home to Santa Ana that day and uncle Wally packed me an ice chest with a 6 pack of budlight, some smoked salmon and some homemade fudge. Sounds like an ice chest for a stoner..LOL! I started driving home and after about two hours on the road the car started heating up. I pulled into some little town, we'll call it "Mayberry" Went to the gas station put water in the radiator and got back on the highway. It was already dark and I had only driven three or four miles and the car caught on fire. I exited the first exit which I will call "dark ass lane" By now the flames were everywhere. I grabbed my duffle bag and started walking up the on ramp of "dark ass lane" and started hitch hiking. I was on a shoulder that was no more than two feet wide on a two lane highway.
A trucker pulled over and asked me if that car on fire was mine. I said yes and asked him if he could give me a ride to the next town. He told me I should go back because the fire department and sheriffs were there. I told him that I didn't give a shit, didn't care and just wanted to get to the next town. After a few minutes he convinced me to go back so there I go back down that "dark ass lane" I was met by some crazy lady with a hug and soda. She claimed she lived up on the side of the hill which was not visible because of the darkness. She also commented how relieved she was that I had gotten out of the car.
Next I was cuffed by the sheriffs and put in back of their car. After they finally got me checked out, I was released and an officer took me back to "Mayberry" where I had stopped to put water in the radiator. The officer dropped me off at the gas station and said, good luck. Across the street was a little cafe that was just about to close. I sat outside and kept trying to reach uncle Wally and my parents, but I couldn't get a hold of them. As I was sitting there a waitress came out and asked me what happened. After I told her my sad story she went in the cafe and came back out with a 6 pack of budlight. I finally got a hold of my parents and they said they would keep trying to get a hold of uncle Wally. So I got a room, took a shower, drank my beer and was about to close my eyes when uncle Wally pulled up with his horn blaring. By now it was about 4 am. We got back to uncle Wally's and I crashed.
I woke up that afternoon and there was a strange lady, which I later found out was uncle Wally's sister in-law. She told me she was going to take me to the bus depot. Everyone else was gone to work. After getting on the bus, it was another 12 hour ride to Santa Ana, via lay over in Oakland, where even in the day it was black out. LOL! The bus must've stopped at every little town between Oakland and Santa Ana.
This story is funny and sad because my uncle Wally had the best interests at heart. He felt so darn bad that things turned out the way they did. He and I later had many laughs over that because he tried helping me out, but it was just not meant to be.
The moral to this story is, never buy a used car from a used car salesman named Wally...LOL!!
May you Rest In Peace, uncle Wally. No more car sales for you. You'll always have a special place in my heart. Your nephew, Mark.

Since Wallys passing, I as an insomniac, for many years, now find myself reflecting back as far as my memories will allow. These little things I'm about to tell about my little brother, all occurred when he was between the age of four and five. I'm the oldest of the kids and I'm two years older than Wally.


We were living in the Lewiston orchards at the time. A cute little two bedroom house, that our mom and dad were renting from a man who owned a big piece of land in which his house and ours were on, as well as pastures for his cows and a BIG OLD BULL. Wally along with myself and sometimes our sister Jan, would crawl through the fence, when Mr Schaefer had the bull in the pasture directly behind our house and back yard.  Wally, especially liked to tease and torment that bull, and drove him to the point he would start with his head down, and start snorting and hoofing the ground in front of him, and that's when we knew to run like hell.


Well one day we were too far away from the house and the only place for safety was Mr. Schaefers barn. We were up in the loft of that barn, what seemed like forever,because the bull just kept circling the barn and wasn't about to let us out. We screamed and yelled for along time until Mr Schaefer finally heard us and came and got the bull out away from the barn. As of 2004 when we were in Lewiston visiting Wally and Fay, that house and barn were still there. No sign of the bull, though.


There was another time, we had a fire place in that house and there was always a big stack of wood in back of the house next to the pasture fence. I remember being in the house with mom that day when there was a knock at the front door, when mom opened the door and a frantic neighbor said, Mrs Teed, do you know your wood pile is on fire, she told mom she had called the fire department and that she saw Wally running away down the street with the fear of satan on his face. The fire thank God, was put out in time and mom had gotten in the car to go look for Wally, which by this time had ran pretty far and by the time she caught up to him, he was still running and crying, especially after he saw mom. Needless to say he did get a good spanking, but he still liked to play with matches.


The street we lived on in that house, there were no sidewalks and so if it had rained or we just had watered the lawn, there were always mud puddles between the yard and street. Wally loved to play in those mud puddles all of the time and invariably he would entice Jan, being she was only about three,, to get in the mud puddles as well. You could always find Wally and Jan, especially in the summer, her only in her little panties sitting in the mud and water. One day mom let out this blood curdling scream to Wally, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? There was Jan sitting with the biggest smile on her face, you could only see her eyes and teeth.She had mud from head to toe, in her hair, everywhere. I often wondered in later years why Jan always had such a beautiful complexion, and now I realize why. It was all of those mud packs that were imposed on her by Wally, at such an early age.   Even today in her mature years, she has kept that beautiful complexion. For that sis, you can thank our brother Wally. There were many more precious memories I have of that house, but these specifically were to do with Wally's antics. At my age I had to dig deep, and really think hard, but as I remembered those precious times, I couldn't help but cry and thank God for helping to remember. I love you little brother..    

THE LAST HOORAH.....
 
. I'm sitting here on my computer reflecting the last few months. My husband and I just returned from Lewiston, Idaho, where my brother Wallace (Junior) was honored at his service by family and friends.
Many fantastic "stories" were told by all who were there, some funny, some a little sad, but most very uplifting about the "Life and times of Wally (Junior)"........
From card game rememberences, to alligator stories, to roof repair jobs, to just fond memories each seemed to have of him.........I won't tell any on here because I hope some of the story tellers will eventually put their stories on this memorial that myself, my sister Lois and our brother Roger have created in Juniors memory.  Many of us have been moarning the tremendous loss we feel for our dear brother, uncle, Dad, and friend.  I personally feel like I have been in a train wreck......going down the tracks very fast and suddenly one of the tracks are broken and out of line, and the train plummets down down down so far that I can't get my breath,  and just lie there with a horrible pain in my heart and stomach. I have felt this pain before in years passed for other loved ones I have lost, but for some reason this one is very hard to deal with.    I know most of us have lost children, spouses, Moms or Dads, siblings etc. and NOTHING IN THIS WORLD can take that pain out of our hearts and heads.  But this time, I lost my "hero", my big brother, who took the place of both my parents when I was young for a short time, due to a divorce. Yes, he scolded me, made me do my homework, iron clothes for school, but if he hadnt then I probably would never have done any of those things on my own.  He also made me eat food that to this day, I have no idea what it was, altho it tasted good??  I'm praying every day to have this horrible feeling go away, and I know it will one day, but I'm older now and very tired, and sad.  So I too, big brother will say goodnite for now, but please don't forget that for many years when I was a young girl,  you were the 'WIND BENEATH MY WINGS" and God Bless you for that.....Love forever.   your Sis   Jan

God looked around His garden and found an empty place; He then looked down upon the earth, and saw your tired face;
He put His arms around you, and lifted you to rest; God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb; so He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "peace be thine". It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone; For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.


Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free, I took His hand when I heard Him call; I turned my back and left it all. If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy.

My life's been full, I savored much, good friends,good times, a loved ones touch; a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I to , will miss..


Perhaps my time seemed all too brief; don't lengthen it now now, with undue grief. Lift up your hearts, and share with me; God wanted me now, He has set me free..      

Brother dear, since you left us just a couple of months ago, to be with our Lord, for us left behind that knew you and loved you dearly, and grew up with you are going to have some sad "firsts". Such as today, being Easter Sunday. And it is our first Easter Sunday that you will not be here with us. Not being able to call you on the phone and wish you a Happy Easter. As little kids momma always tried her very best to make our Easters, Christmas's, birthdays, etc so special. One Easter comes to mind this morning as I was in my kithchen starting to prepare our dinner. We always had a nice fruit salad, mashed potatoes and gravy, and usually a ham or fried chicken. When we all were very young, I was only 8 or 9, so the rest of the kids were even younger. We had moved to Livingston, Montana, it would have been in 1949 or 1950. Our dad at the time was raising chickens and rabbits. He would sell the eggs, and the rabbits I so vividly remember, he would butcher for the pelts. But as litle kids we would get very attached to all of he chickens and rabbits. A lot of times I remember seeing the baby rabbits being born. That Easter we had gotten all dressed up and went to church, and when we got home, momma had colored eggs and we hunted eggs in the yard. Those days, they weren't the plastic eggs either, they were the real thing. I remember Junior had found maybe two or three pretty eggs, and then took his basket and ran to the hen house, where the hens layed their eggs, after realizing he was gone, we looked for him and when we found him in the hen house as we heard them all cackling and making a big fuss, there was Junior, trying to shove those pretty eggs back under those hens. When momma stopped him he started to cry, because he felt those eggs belonged to the chickens. Later when we sat down to have supper, momma was serving our plates and thinking we were having fried chicken, had a big surprise. We weren't eating chicken, as the pieces were not shaped like chicken, momma had fried rabbit for dinner. When we all found out, again Junior sat here and start to cry his little heart out, and said to momma, we aren't supposed to eat the Easter bunny. Anyway none of us kids could eat the rabbit momma fried up that day. We just ate everything else. I don't think I ever ate rabbit, don't know about the rest of you kids, but not me...I guess  the point of this story is, that was a very sad Easter for you little brother Junior. And normally he always a pretty happy go lucky kid, and hardly anything phased him. Junior and momma if you can read this, hope you are chuckling, as in my heart I am. Happy Easter Momma and Junior, it must be a glorious one for you both. Give my beautiful daughter a hug for me too, please..

When Wally was in the Navy, and stationed in Long Beach, California, he would on occasions come and stay with my husband and I at our apartment on the weekends, when he was on leave. This was in 1961. We had a little one bedroom apartment, so he would take the couch or even sleep on the floor. We would go to bed, and after about an hour or so, very good smells were coming into our room. So we would get up to see what was going on and there my brother was in the kitchen. He'd gone in the refridgerator and taken out everything that looked eatable. Mostly everything was a leftover of something, of which we would eventually throw out. Back then I wasn't a very resourceful when it come to reheating leftover food. Anyway my husband and I upon orders from Wally were to stay out of his way and watch if we wanted to. So there we were watching as he, sliced and diced onions, bell pepper. Then started adding mashed potatoes, broccoli and cheese, a piece of chopped meat loaf to a mixing bowl. Then after mixing all of that, then came the eggs. He would beat almost  dozen eggs, then add salt and pepper, and put in a heated frying pan, After would come the leftovers mixture. He would scramble all of that together, make a ton of toast, and then we would ,the three of us pig out. Then we would finish the night out being so FULL, with a few games of poker, in which he would beat the pants off of us, because he knew more about the game than we did. To this day, when it's time to clean my refridgerator, memories of those times are still so vivid. I never tried to put my leftovers together with different mixtures, as that talent I always felt was, my brothers, and should remain always his specialties...

this is a story about my crazy big brother"JR.", and the wild-est, scari-est, ugly-est, purple-est," beast" on 4 wheels, all hand made, with all the love, blood,sweat, and tears, he could put into it, and he called it "The Weed-Killer", a 1923,all metal, ford roadster, with, no floor boards, no brakes, no windshield, a board for a seat, bald tires, no mufflers, no lights, you could hear it comming from a mile away, but even the way it was, he was so "proud" of that car, because, he built it all by himself, and the girls loved it, and him !! I thought then, and still, to this day, he built the cool-est street rods(many) in his life, he, would, eat, sleep, and drink street rods, as the song is saying" i did it my way ", he lived his life the way "he" wanted, right, or wrong, "he did it his way", and i have always respected him for that, and he tought me many important things, such as values, hard work, honor, giving, love of life, sadly he has been taken to soon from us, but he will always be with me in my heart forever !!!  Rest In Peace my brother, until we meet again, i love and miss you-----your little brother.

He was a good son, brother, and father in his own way"as the song goes". The Lord knows none of us are perfect and neither was Junior. But he had the biggest heart any one man could have. His legacy is that even tho he wasn't perfect, he was strong and always determined to do what he could to make the world a better place for those he cared about. He had a lot of love and tenderness in his big old heart, even tho it was difficult for him to show at times, but generally it was the little things he would do,then the gentleness would surface.He would try to project a rough and tough attitude with me sometimes, and I would just start to laugh at him, and we would both end up laughing. If it were possible, and you needed it, he would give the shirt off his back. I am so very proud that I could call him my brother,"little brother actually". Now he is at rest with the Lord. Love you sweet brother, someday we'll meet again.

My husband and I would go out to eat quite frequently with my brother Junior
(Wally) and his wife Fay.
Invaribly, during the meal, Junior would find some little thing that upset him about the food, waitress/waiter, prices, temperature, where we were sitting etc, and get into a vocal "scolding" to the manager or waitress/waiter.
After just sooooo many of these occurances, the restaurant managers would either ask Junior not to return or he would himself banish he and his wife from EVER going back to that particular restaurant.
Over the years, it became harder and harder for us to FIND a restaurant in the Lewiston/Clarkston area that Junior would or could go to, so Fay and I would have to confir to see where we could possibly go for our (usually once a week or every other week) outing for dinner.    
There were times when we actually would drive about 30 miles up to Moscow, Idaho to have dinner or out to the Indian Reservation to Donald's restaurant to have dinner together........  
Actually, Fay and I would laugh about it because it was a great challenge to find a place to go..........this is NOT a bad story, just one told in great love for my brother whom made me laugh with his "restaurant police" incidents over the years.  I will always love you brother dear........


 

A beautiful garden now stands alone, missing the one who nurtured it. But now he's gone. His flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines. But the rain is like tear drops, for the ones left behind. The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty away. But the beautiful memories of it's keeper, are in our hearts to stay.He loved every flower, even some that were weeds. So much love he would plant, with each little seed. But just like his flowers, he was part of God's plan, so when it was his time, God reached down His hand and looked through the garden, searching for the best. That's when He found Wally, it was his time to rest. It was hard for those who loved him, to just let him go. But God had a spot in His Garden, that needed a special a gentle soul. So when we start missing Wally, remember if we just wait. When God has a spot in His Garden, we'll meet him at the gate...