WELCOME

Hello World...........



"Bulldog" here!







I want to welcome you to this site and BLOG space.


When putting this together, I had to enter my birth date. The birth date has been entered as 9/4/56. That was the first day of school and the day that most of the "kids" in this class became AUHS Bulldogs.



Feel free to add comment to this blog and add it to your "favorites" so you can visit on a regular basis.




GO BULLDOGS!!!!



Monday, October 29, 2018

Richard Hoffman Dies

We received this info from Ron Johnson: ALTHOUGH HE PASSED IN JANUARY, THE OBIT DIDN'T POST UNTIL APRIL 25th IN THE BURNS TIMES-HERALD.  BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN BY HIS HUNTING & FISHING BUDDY CARL.  I'M SURE MOST PEOPLE WILL REMEMBER HIM, SOME PERHAPS NOT AS FONDLY AS I DO AS HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND IN JR & SR HIGH SCHOOL.BEST REGARDS TO ALL ---RON---


Richard (Dick) Hoffman passed away Jan. 22. He was born March 14, 1942.
We deeply miss our cherished father and dear friend, who beat lymphoma for more than 10 years until its recent return.
Dick was born March 14, 1942, in Mojave, Calif., to Byron and Josephine. He was the older brother and best pal to brother, Dan. Dick was a loving and patient father to three children, Debra, Benjamin, and Jason. He grew up in Albany and earned a BA and masters in education from Oregon State University.  He loved teaching, and his students loved him. During his long career, he was voted “best teacher” and Teacher of the Year. Dick enjoyed the last 40-plus years in his favorite place on earth, Harney County. He was proud and very fond of his community, rich with loyal friends.
If Dick wasn’t planning fishing, his next hunt, or at “old man coffee”, he was building custom fishing rods for the people he related to. The rods were works of art, and he was a master. He never met a fish that didn’t deserve a net, or a set of antlers that shouldn’t be displayed. He did an efficient job with his .22 that we all nicknamed “The Squirrel Machine.” He had his own contributions to “Harnonics” and favorite utterings such as “yupper”, “I wonder” and “kick some finny fanny.”  He always paused before exiting a lake to thank higher powers for the liberal catch. If you ever asked him where he caught all those fish, he would reply, “Why…in the mouth, of course.” Wildlife in Harney County and beyond need not fear the fate of the frying pan quite as much now.
Dick always had something to share: his commitment to his students, a bed at his house, a package of game meat, cans of fish, fishing gear, and plenty of knowledge. He was never shy with a hug. In his opinion, there was no such thing as a bad brand of Scotch. If if had a picture of a kilt, or had a clan on the label, it was mighty fine.
When you read this in the paper, those of you who knew him will take a moment as the memories come back to you. Yes, there will be sadness. But, we hope a smile will come to your face. Dick lived his life just the way he planned it — full of what, and who, he loved. What a kind, generous, caring, compassionate, and happy man! Those of you who spent time with Dick are suffering a void in his absence. But, we are so thankful we have great memories and can visit him in our minds. “You are not dead until you are forgotten.” And so, Dick will be around for a long, long time!
Dick would appreciate any support you can give to the Harney County Dollars for Scholars charity at harneyco.dollarsforscholars.org.

No comments:

Post a Comment