I'll always remember a science project Alan and I worked on together--a working volcano. We built the thing at his house, I think it was just off Oklahoma. Made a mess, but it worked. Great, fun-loving guy.......
I was so looking forward to seeing David at the reunion, but he went to the best one with Jesus ahead of us!
From Michael Kidd on September 16th, 2014
My mind drifts off to what I have lost but also, to what we all had together. What is enough time? What a tough place. Thankful, woeful, grateful, devastated, happy and sad. All combined as one thought that sometimes passes quickly; sometimes lingering for hours, days. Always hopeful. How can we not think what we will miss? How can we not be thankful for what we had? Again, when on this earth is it really ever enough? I will not question God; I find the idea reprehensible, although like John the Baptist, how can a human not drift to human thoughts and question? I miss you; mom misses you, BreAnne misses you, Niki misses you, your grandchildren miss you. I try not to think about it, push it away into the deep recesses of my mind; don't want it to be real. What is real is God and what is real is you; what is real is the memories I hold so dear:
Together in the Pacific Ocean and Atlantic Ocean, coaching my baseball team and being so excited when “7-UP” was the sponsor, having an assistant coach call on someone to come in and pitch in a tough spot in a close game and you saying “No, Michael, you come in and pitch”, putting me in the spot where the pressure was high and feeling the competitive desire (you watched as I struck out the side 1, 2, 3!), bike rides to Blockbuster video all together time after time in Arizona, teaching me to fish (bluegill nickname you gave me), teaching me to drive in a huge Mercury Grand Marquis, teaching me to drive stick shift on the Jeep Pioneer we bought together, staying up with me all night in high school when I drank too much making sure I was OK, being the first face I saw when I broke my jaw after wrecking the Jeep and crying together, crying with me in college when life was seemingly out of control, crying with me when my life was turned upside down after a long relationship ended and thinking I was never going to be happy again, trips to Myrtle Beach, a million trips to Tennessee to bail hay together and help granddaddy on the farm, teaching me to never fear for my job but to do it the right way every day and make your own way (hard work is how success is found), get up early every day and if you feel bad inside get moving!, cutting down countless pine trees together over many years and houses and burying the roots deep, helping you build fences, helping you shingle roofs, helping you work on cars (handing you tools and listening), long talks about the kids, Niki, the future, watching all those movies together like Backdraft, Men of Honor, Rambo, Rocky and Tombstone (“I know, let's have a spelling contest”), storming the field together after South Carolina beat New Mexico State to end the 0-21 streak and enjoying Lou Holtz's first victory at USC, listening to Todd Ellis call the games, talking before kickoff and at halftime when we were not together for every game (with you knowing when I was too nervous to talk and letting me go), watching you take care of BreAnne and mom, watching you take care of my kids in such a precise, caring and medically correct way, washing off my bloody legs after falling off my skateboard several times, going to Big Bear in California and freezing together in the cabin with the tribe, throwing me in the California pool and teaching me to swim and not letting me be afraid, coaching my basketball team when needed, shooting hoops for hours and playing “horse” and never letting me win until I could win on merit, made me earn it, building me skateboard ramps multiple times and supporting everything I ventured into, giving Anne Marie her first car and supporting her so much, our talks about God and your father, listening to “Simple Man” together and laughing together. I will miss your proud eyes over my children the most, the way you looked at mom and supported her, the way you looked at BreAnne and were so proud of her as I know you still are; watching and looking down. I figure your up there helping Jesus build a fence of Gold, asking him all the questions we ever had, asking him why it took Him so long to bring you to Heaven, laughing at us and all the worry we carry in this world. I miss you more than I could ever express in these memories; as does mom and BreAnne and everyone. I honor you today and the life you structured for me, the honorable life you led, the man you were and the gifts you left us. I praise God for you.
From niki kidd on September 15th, 2014
There wasn't anything David Kidd could not do. As a fact there was nothing he would not do for other people.
Even as I type this there are not words for this loss.
Rest in Peace, love you Dad, peepaw
From Sandra Inman on August 29th, 2014
Remember some graet times in high school with David. Terrific guy! Missed by many!
If memory serves me correctly Greg and I went to the JJHS 8th grade Christmas dance together; we double-dated with Martha Townsend and Billy Lewin -- or it could've been the other way around...it has been 45 years ago! We went to church together as adults and I always counted him as a friend.
From Sandra Inman on September 17th, 2014
Remembering lots of fun times in High School whenever Greg was around. Greg was a great guy, and he always had fabulous cars. I think I recall a bright green one.
From Don Bell on September 15th, 2014
I went to pine valley with Greg. He was always a very nice person. And I would see him around town and talk to him about our Life's ,Part of my childhood is gone now. Will always remember him.
I got to know Steve before I switched to JJHS from RJHS mid-7th grade. For a while he was part of my "Foursome" from 8th - 9th grade. He stole my last piece of gum one day, popping it in his mouth & I said, "Give that back!" He offered me half & I took it. Everybody said, "EWWW!" But that's how close we were at one time. Lots of double dates through the years, even when I was living in FL married to Roger Edwards. The two of them remained the closest of friends until the very end, talking almost daily. Steve and I sat side by side at the funeral for Roger's Dad. I never thought his would come so soon behind that day. Miss you dear friend -- we never did climb the water tower!
From Joie Fritts (Peters) on September 16th, 2014
July 8, 1956 to January 17, 2012
Relationships change throughout the years, but memories remain. Steve had a mischievous smile and a contagious laugh. He also enjoyed a good PARTY! Steve's absence from our 40th Class Reunion will be felt by many of our classmates.
From Kim Housley Pate on September 4th, 2014
Steve, buddy, it just won't be the same party without you! You are so loved and missed! Always, Kim and Bill
From Marsha Luthenauer on August 27th, 2014
Steve was a good friend. Always fun, we did our fair share of partying! It was always good to see him. Rest in peace my friend.
Wasn't it a souped up Plymouth that Ricky would put some money on the dashboard and let you keep it if you could reach it before he got out of 2nd gear? As I recall, nobody ever collected that money! Another West Outer neighborhood kid....worked with us to clear out a baseball field in the greenbelt behind Wadsworth Circle.
David and I went steady at JJHS in the 7th grade & I wore the ring his parents gave him - it had his initial on it. In 9th grade we were great buddies and loved "pairing up" for stuff: like exchanging shoes in Homeroom & wearing them the whole period (mine were chunky heels!). Martha Townsend & I hosted a Halloween party at her house that year; David & I went together as a 1950's teenage couple and I must say, we had it to the tee! I will always remember David as my really good buddy!
Lots of memories at the Wright's chalet in Gatlinburg, TN and beside the family pool in Oak Ridge, TN. Bill's brother, Phil, is still a great friend and partner in crime when it comes to good coffee and great food.
I didn't know Bill very well, but we lived pretty close together as kids and a few of us played together on several occasions. I remember we were at his beautiful new house and looking at some of his matchbox cars. I had to leave for dinner and he just gave me a about a dozen of them. Considering how stingy we all are at that age of our few possessions, I was amazed and thrilled. He had a wonderful, generous heart. I don't remember another experience of such generosity.