Lisbeth Garrett
Darrell and I took Dale under our wing as though he was truly one of ours. He worked along side Darrell and our son for some 18 to 20 years. Lived a life that was basically none of our business after farming hours, don’t know what he was doing but do know he always showed up for work, sober and rested. He had these two sweet little daughters, that we saw grow up through the years. He helped raise kittens, rabbits, toads, frogs, dogs, gold fish , tad poles, whatever Jessie and Marissa managed to find or bring out from town. Bicycles, go carts, golf carts and several cars all found their way to the yard of their home. We all sent both off to college. Dale was a man of many stories. Sometime Darrell and Curt would share Dales stories. Sometimes you would double over laughing. He just was a one of a kind friend that at the end of the day you were better off to know. One of the things I learned from Dale, when eating and you fixed him a plate, do not let the eggs touch the bacon, do not let the bacon touch the toast and don’t let anything touch something else on his plate. To be one of several kids in his family, I do not know how he become so picky about food on his plate. I am sure, wherever Dale ended up after he died, he has tools in his hand, fixing or painting a vehicle. He could fix anything, any motor especially. He was just a great guy, who grew up with brothers and I sister, who he always spoke highly of. It is really a shame that a darn illness called Covid in the end killed him. Otherwise I am sure he would still be sitting with us, clean, telling a joke or something funny, that happened in his life. Darn Covid.
