I remember so many things about Dad.. too many to write. He hasn't been gone very long. He died of pancreatic cancer. One day he was fine. March 17th, 2009, he wasn't feeling good, like he had the flu. Mom took him to the emergency room, where they told him he had pancreatic cancer. April 6, 2009, he passed away. He was buried in his Cubbies shirt, and jacket.He had gone to the Cub's spring training in Febuary, like just a month before,, and I am so glad he had, he loved his Cubbies.
Dad was a Geoligist. But he also loved history, and to travel. He has even gone to Moscow, right after Communism failed, to check out some mines.
Dad took us to see so many things! We went to Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, The Tetons, Wyoming, Custer's Battlefield, Montana, and Glacier National Park, just to name a few. In the summer, Mom and Dad would load the car up with camping supplies, and the family and off we would go for 2 weeks. It was great. I have memories of praries, and the Oregon trail, of fireworks lighting up a warm night on the plains, of rodeos, and indian reservations. I remember a Eagle flying over the Badlands, and how it felt like you could hear god out there. I remember "Bear Jams" in Yellowstone, and bubbly stinky mud pots.I remember Andrew Jackson's Hermitage, and that is where I first learned my love of history. There were Civil War Battlefield's. There were Cactus and Monsoons in Arizona, and an early Blizzard in Montana.
Not only did we travel to visit, we traveled to live. Dad's job required many relocations. We lived in Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Arizona, Oregon, Washington, Colorado (Mom, Dad, and Sis) and then Utah, (mom, Dad and sis). Everywhere we lived, we explored the sites in the area. And everywhere we went, he had his rock hammer, and his sample bags. We were always stopping so he could take samples.
Dad was brilliant at chess, and he loved to bowl He played all the sports in school, and if it involved a ball and competition, Dad was for it. He LOVED sports. and that is an understatement. He was a DIE-HARD CUB's FAN. And the Denver Broncos were his favorite football team. I am a Cardinals Fan. so that always added a little excitement to the games for us.
In later years, he would record the games, and if the Cubbies won, he would watch it, but if they lost, he wouldn't watch it, cause it upset him too much to see them lose. lol
Dad was tough,, but never with us. He was a fair man in business, and from what I understand, he was very talented at what he did. He was part of the team that discovered the largest lead deposit in Alaska,, what is now the Red Dog Mine.
Dad also had many close calls. When he was a child he was walking down the street with a friend, (they were about 6 - or 8), and a car hit his friend and killed him. Dad was also in a helicopter crash, which he walked away from unhurt, but he never talked about it much. His truck hit a patch of ice another time in the mountains, and it went over a cliff. Dad walked away from that one,, also unhurt. The truck was completely totaled, and you could see on one part of the truck where it had hit a boulder and bounced! Dad was in a mine collapse once, and got hit with a wooden beam as it came down,,, he was bruised and had splinters, but was basically ok. A time in Alaska, he fell in a river he was trying to jump, and had to make a choice of taking off his backpack and losing all his samples, or drowning, cause the current was too swift and too deep for him to swim to the surface with that pack. He took off the pack and came up for air,, but he always regretted losing those samples. In Arizona, he forgot to put the park brake on his truck, and it started to roll, so he chased it, grabbed the car door handle and was drug thru the desert for aways before the truck slowed down enough so he could get his feet under him,, and open the door, of course the truck stopped by a rattle snake. So dad sort of hurried to get in the truck.
I know all that sort of sounds like Indiana Jones, lol but he wasn't. He was just a Geoligist, with a love for the search of the rock with the lead, or gold, or silver or ore. It just happens those rocks don't just lie around where people regularly go. It was the search that I think intrigued him more than anything. The victory of discovery.
Dad read alot,, and he would read anything.. but he was specially fond of biographies, history, and good fiction. Dad loved wolves, and collected them. Dad always made sure his hair was nice and neat, and he was determined to keep his own teeth. lolol (I loved that.. it made him so human). He could be silly which I am sure some of colleages would be shocked to find out. He would get down on the floor, and let his children and grandchildren take horsey back rides. He taught me how to play chess when I was 6, and was proud of me the time I finally beat him when I was 8. He could NOT cook tho. lol He set the oven on fire once trying to make hamburgers when mom had the flu. He would chase imaginery monsters away, would sled down a hill, listen to problems, and was ALWAYS so proud of us.
Dad liked to work,, shoot,, he LOVED to work, he loved his job. But his job was part of who he was if that makes any sense. On March 30, 2009, he gave a conference call for work. That was the last thing he did for his job, and he had promised to do it, but he was so weak at that time. We begged him not to. He wouldn't hear of it. It was the last thing he could do for the love of his work.
His are hard footsteps to follow. When he was in his final days, he never complained. He never asked why. He told me "it is what it is. You have to accept this". He did not want us to cry, and it would upset him if he thought we were crying. Through all of that time it seemed like the song " Cowgirls don't cry" played non-stop on the radio,, go figure. lol Jeez Dad,, I'm tough,, but not that tough,, I cried. But now,, I remember so many things about you that make me smile, or laugh, or in awe of you. I am so thankful for how you opened the world to my eyes, and my mind.
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Taken from :
SOCIETY OF NEVADA
NEWSLETTER
Geological Society of Nevada, PO Box 13375, Reno, NV 89507 (775) 323-3500
Office Location: Laxalt Mineral Research Center, Room 266, UNR - Hours Monday -- Friday 8-3
May 2009, Vol. 24, No. 5
Rick Russell
We are sad to announce the passing of our friend and co-worker Rick Russell. Rick passed away April 6th after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. Rick received his BS and MS from Northern Illinois University in 1966 and 1969, respectively. He began work early in his career in the Mother Lode and was also a member of the team of geologists for Cominco who discovered the Red Dog Deposit.
Other employment opportunities included Bear Creek Mining, Gold Fields Mining and most recently at Allied Nevada. Rick was a devoted Cubs fan, a great individual to work for (and with) and will be deeply missed by many of us in the geology community. His funeral was held at Mountain View Mortuary, Salt Lake City, Utah on Thursday, April 9th from 1-3 pm.
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I would like to say huge Thank You to Edda Meinikat for sponsering my daddy's memorial. She is a truly giving amazing woman who has brought happiness and comfort to me with this kindness.
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Dad was a Geoligist. But he also loved history, and to travel. He has even gone to Moscow, right after Communism failed, to check out some mines.
Dad took us to see so many things! We went to Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, The Tetons, Wyoming, Custer's Battlefield, Montana, and Glacier National Park, just to name a few. In the summer, Mom and Dad would load the car up with camping supplies, and the family and off we would go for 2 weeks. It was great. I have memories of praries, and the Oregon trail, of fireworks lighting up a warm night on the plains, of rodeos, and indian reservations. I remember a Eagle flying over the Badlands, and how it felt like you could hear god out there. I remember "Bear Jams" in Yellowstone, and bubbly stinky mud pots.I remember Andrew Jackson's Hermitage, and that is where I first learned my love of history. There were Civil War Battlefield's. There were Cactus and Monsoons in Arizona, and an early Blizzard in Montana.
Not only did we travel to visit, we traveled to live. Dad's job required many relocations. We lived in Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Arizona, Oregon, Washington, Colorado (Mom, Dad, and Sis) and then Utah, (mom, Dad and sis). Everywhere we lived, we explored the sites in the area. And everywhere we went, he had his rock hammer, and his sample bags. We were always stopping so he could take samples.
Dad was brilliant at chess, and he loved to bowl He played all the sports in school, and if it involved a ball and competition, Dad was for it. He LOVED sports. and that is an understatement. He was a DIE-HARD CUB's FAN. And the Denver Broncos were his favorite football team. I am a Cardinals Fan. so that always added a little excitement to the games for us.
In later years, he would record the games, and if the Cubbies won, he would watch it, but if they lost, he wouldn't watch it, cause it upset him too much to see them lose. lol
Dad was tough,, but never with us. He was a fair man in business, and from what I understand, he was very talented at what he did. He was part of the team that discovered the largest lead deposit in Alaska,, what is now the Red Dog Mine.
Dad also had many close calls. When he was a child he was walking down the street with a friend, (they were about 6 - or 8), and a car hit his friend and killed him. Dad was also in a helicopter crash, which he walked away from unhurt, but he never talked about it much. His truck hit a patch of ice another time in the mountains, and it went over a cliff. Dad walked away from that one,, also unhurt. The truck was completely totaled, and you could see on one part of the truck where it had hit a boulder and bounced! Dad was in a mine collapse once, and got hit with a wooden beam as it came down,,, he was bruised and had splinters, but was basically ok. A time in Alaska, he fell in a river he was trying to jump, and had to make a choice of taking off his backpack and losing all his samples, or drowning, cause the current was too swift and too deep for him to swim to the surface with that pack. He took off the pack and came up for air,, but he always regretted losing those samples. In Arizona, he forgot to put the park brake on his truck, and it started to roll, so he chased it, grabbed the car door handle and was drug thru the desert for aways before the truck slowed down enough so he could get his feet under him,, and open the door, of course the truck stopped by a rattle snake. So dad sort of hurried to get in the truck.
I know all that sort of sounds like Indiana Jones, lol but he wasn't. He was just a Geoligist, with a love for the search of the rock with the lead, or gold, or silver or ore. It just happens those rocks don't just lie around where people regularly go. It was the search that I think intrigued him more than anything. The victory of discovery.
Dad read alot,, and he would read anything.. but he was specially fond of biographies, history, and good fiction. Dad loved wolves, and collected them. Dad always made sure his hair was nice and neat, and he was determined to keep his own teeth. lolol (I loved that.. it made him so human). He could be silly which I am sure some of colleages would be shocked to find out. He would get down on the floor, and let his children and grandchildren take horsey back rides. He taught me how to play chess when I was 6, and was proud of me the time I finally beat him when I was 8. He could NOT cook tho. lol He set the oven on fire once trying to make hamburgers when mom had the flu. He would chase imaginery monsters away, would sled down a hill, listen to problems, and was ALWAYS so proud of us.
Dad liked to work,, shoot,, he LOVED to work, he loved his job. But his job was part of who he was if that makes any sense. On March 30, 2009, he gave a conference call for work. That was the last thing he did for his job, and he had promised to do it, but he was so weak at that time. We begged him not to. He wouldn't hear of it. It was the last thing he could do for the love of his work.
His are hard footsteps to follow. When he was in his final days, he never complained. He never asked why. He told me "it is what it is. You have to accept this". He did not want us to cry, and it would upset him if he thought we were crying. Through all of that time it seemed like the song " Cowgirls don't cry" played non-stop on the radio,, go figure. lol Jeez Dad,, I'm tough,, but not that tough,, I cried. But now,, I remember so many things about you that make me smile, or laugh, or in awe of you. I am so thankful for how you opened the world to my eyes, and my mind.
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Taken from :
SOCIETY OF NEVADA
NEWSLETTER
Geological Society of Nevada, PO Box 13375, Reno, NV 89507 (775) 323-3500
Office Location: Laxalt Mineral Research Center, Room 266, UNR - Hours Monday -- Friday 8-3
May 2009, Vol. 24, No. 5
Rick Russell
We are sad to announce the passing of our friend and co-worker Rick Russell. Rick passed away April 6th after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. Rick received his BS and MS from Northern Illinois University in 1966 and 1969, respectively. He began work early in his career in the Mother Lode and was also a member of the team of geologists for Cominco who discovered the Red Dog Deposit.
Other employment opportunities included Bear Creek Mining, Gold Fields Mining and most recently at Allied Nevada. Rick was a devoted Cubs fan, a great individual to work for (and with) and will be deeply missed by many of us in the geology community. His funeral was held at Mountain View Mortuary, Salt Lake City, Utah on Thursday, April 9th from 1-3 pm.
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I would like to say huge Thank You to Edda Meinikat for sponsering my daddy's memorial. She is a truly giving amazing woman who has brought happiness and comfort to me with this kindness.
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I remember so many things about Dad.. too many to write. He hasn't been gone very long. He died of pancreatic cancer. One day he was fine. March 17th, 2009, he wasn't feeling good, like he had the flu. Mom took him to the emergency room, where they told him he had pancreatic cancer. April 6, 2009, he passed away. He was buried in his Cubbies shirt, and jacket.He had gone to the Cub's spring training in Febuary, like just a month before,, and I am so glad he had, he loved his Cubbies.
Dad was a Geoligist. But he also loved history, and to travel. He has even gone to Moscow, right after Communism failed, to check out some mines.
Dad took us to see so many things! We went to Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, The Tetons, Wyoming, Custer's Battlefield, Montana, and Glacier National Park, just to name a few. In the summer, Mom and Dad would load the car up with camping supplies, and the family and off we would go for 2 weeks. It was great. I have memories of praries, and the Oregon trail, of fireworks lighting up a warm night on the plains, of rodeos, and indian reservations. I remember a Eagle flying over the Badlands, and how it felt like you could hear god out there. I remember "Bear Jams" in Yellowstone, and bubbly stinky mud pots.I remember Andrew Jackson's Hermitage, and that is where I first learned my love of history. There were Civil War Battlefield's. There were Cactus and Monsoons in Arizona, and an early Blizzard in Montana.
Not only did we travel to visit, we traveled to live. Dad's job required many relocations. We lived in Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Arizona, Oregon, Washington, Colorado (Mom, Dad, and Sis) and then Utah, (mom, Dad and sis). Everywhere we lived, we explored the sites in the area. And everywhere we went, he had his rock hammer, and his sample bags. We were always stopping so he could take samples.
Dad was brilliant at chess, and he loved to bowl He played all the sports in school, and if it involved a ball and competition, Dad was for it. He LOVED sports. and that is an understatement. He was a DIE-HARD CUB's FAN. And the Denver Broncos were his favorite football team. I am a Cardinals Fan. so that always added a little excitement to the games for us.
In later years, he would record the games, and if the Cubbies won, he would watch it, but if they lost, he wouldn't watch it, cause it upset him too much to see them lose. lol
Dad was tough,, but never with us. He was a fair man in business, and from what I understand, he was very talented at what he did. He was part of the team that discovered the largest lead deposit in Alaska,, what is now the Red Dog Mine.
Dad also had many close calls. When he was a child he was walking down the street with a friend, (they were about 6 - or 8), and a car hit his friend and killed him. Dad was also in a helicopter crash, which he walked away from unhurt, but he never talked about it much. His truck hit a patch of ice another time in the mountains, and it went over a cliff. Dad walked away from that one,, also unhurt. The truck was completely totaled, and you could see on one part of the truck where it had hit a boulder and bounced! Dad was in a mine collapse once, and got hit with a wooden beam as it came down,,, he was bruised and had splinters, but was basically ok. A time in Alaska, he fell in a river he was trying to jump, and had to make a choice of taking off his backpack and losing all his samples, or drowning, cause the current was too swift and too deep for him to swim to the surface with that pack. He took off the pack and came up for air,, but he always regretted losing those samples. In Arizona, he forgot to put the park brake on his truck, and it started to roll, so he chased it, grabbed the car door handle and was drug thru the desert for aways before the truck slowed down enough so he could get his feet under him,, and open the door, of course the truck stopped by a rattle snake. So dad sort of hurried to get in the truck.
I know all that sort of sounds like Indiana Jones, lol but he wasn't. He was just a Geoligist, with a love for the search of the rock with the lead, or gold, or silver or ore. It just happens those rocks don't just lie around where people regularly go. It was the search that I think intrigued him more than anything. The victory of discovery.
Dad read alot,, and he would read anything.. but he was specially fond of biographies, history, and good fiction. Dad loved wolves, and collected them. Dad always made sure his hair was nice and neat, and he was determined to keep his own teeth. lolol (I loved that.. it made him so human). He could be silly which I am sure some of colleages would be shocked to find out. He would get down on the floor, and let his children and grandchildren take horsey back rides. He taught me how to play chess when I was 6, and was proud of me the time I finally beat him when I was 8. He could NOT cook tho. lol He set the oven on fire once trying to make hamburgers when mom had the flu. He would chase imaginery monsters away, would sled down a hill, listen to problems, and was ALWAYS so proud of us.
Dad liked to work,, shoot,, he LOVED to work, he loved his job. But his job was part of who he was if that makes any sense. On March 30, 2009, he gave a conference call for work. That was the last thing he did for his job, and he had promised to do it, but he was so weak at that time. We begged him not to. He wouldn't hear of it. It was the last thing he could do for the love of his work.
His are hard footsteps to follow. When he was in his final days, he never complained. He never asked why. He told me "it is what it is. You have to accept this". He did not want us to cry, and it would upset him if he thought we were crying. Through all of that time it seemed like the song " Cowgirls don't cry" played non-stop on the radio,, go figure. lol Jeez Dad,, I'm tough,, but not that tough,, I cried. But now,, I remember so many things about you that make me smile, or laugh, or in awe of you. I am so thankful for how you opened the world to my eyes, and my mind.
----------------
Taken from :
SOCIETY OF NEVADA
NEWSLETTER
Geological Society of Nevada, PO Box 13375, Reno, NV 89507 (775) 323-3500
Office Location: Laxalt Mineral Research Center, Room 266, UNR - Hours Monday -- Friday 8-3
May 2009, Vol. 24, No. 5
Rick Russell
We are sad to announce the passing of our friend and co-worker Rick Russell. Rick passed away April 6th after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. Rick received his BS and MS from Northern Illinois University in 1966 and 1969, respectively. He began work early in his career in the Mother Lode and was also a member of the team of geologists for Cominco who discovered the Red Dog Deposit.
Other employment opportunities included Bear Creek Mining, Gold Fields Mining and most recently at Allied Nevada. Rick was a devoted Cubs fan, a great individual to work for (and with) and will be deeply missed by many of us in the geology community. His funeral was held at Mountain View Mortuary, Salt Lake City, Utah on Thursday, April 9th from 1-3 pm.
------------------------------------------------------------
I would like to say huge Thank You to Edda Meinikat for sponsering my daddy's memorial. She is a truly giving amazing woman who has brought happiness and comfort to me with this kindness.
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Dad was a Geoligist. But he also loved history, and to travel. He has even gone to Moscow, right after Communism failed, to check out some mines.
Dad took us to see so many things! We went to Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, The Tetons, Wyoming, Custer's Battlefield, Montana, and Glacier National Park, just to name a few. In the summer, Mom and Dad would load the car up with camping supplies, and the family and off we would go for 2 weeks. It was great. I have memories of praries, and the Oregon trail, of fireworks lighting up a warm night on the plains, of rodeos, and indian reservations. I remember a Eagle flying over the Badlands, and how it felt like you could hear god out there. I remember "Bear Jams" in Yellowstone, and bubbly stinky mud pots.I remember Andrew Jackson's Hermitage, and that is where I first learned my love of history. There were Civil War Battlefield's. There were Cactus and Monsoons in Arizona, and an early Blizzard in Montana.
Not only did we travel to visit, we traveled to live. Dad's job required many relocations. We lived in Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Arizona, Oregon, Washington, Colorado (Mom, Dad, and Sis) and then Utah, (mom, Dad and sis). Everywhere we lived, we explored the sites in the area. And everywhere we went, he had his rock hammer, and his sample bags. We were always stopping so he could take samples.
Dad was brilliant at chess, and he loved to bowl He played all the sports in school, and if it involved a ball and competition, Dad was for it. He LOVED sports. and that is an understatement. He was a DIE-HARD CUB's FAN. And the Denver Broncos were his favorite football team. I am a Cardinals Fan. so that always added a little excitement to the games for us.
In later years, he would record the games, and if the Cubbies won, he would watch it, but if they lost, he wouldn't watch it, cause it upset him too much to see them lose. lol
Dad was tough,, but never with us. He was a fair man in business, and from what I understand, he was very talented at what he did. He was part of the team that discovered the largest lead deposit in Alaska,, what is now the Red Dog Mine.
Dad also had many close calls. When he was a child he was walking down the street with a friend, (they were about 6 - or 8), and a car hit his friend and killed him. Dad was also in a helicopter crash, which he walked away from unhurt, but he never talked about it much. His truck hit a patch of ice another time in the mountains, and it went over a cliff. Dad walked away from that one,, also unhurt. The truck was completely totaled, and you could see on one part of the truck where it had hit a boulder and bounced! Dad was in a mine collapse once, and got hit with a wooden beam as it came down,,, he was bruised and had splinters, but was basically ok. A time in Alaska, he fell in a river he was trying to jump, and had to make a choice of taking off his backpack and losing all his samples, or drowning, cause the current was too swift and too deep for him to swim to the surface with that pack. He took off the pack and came up for air,, but he always regretted losing those samples. In Arizona, he forgot to put the park brake on his truck, and it started to roll, so he chased it, grabbed the car door handle and was drug thru the desert for aways before the truck slowed down enough so he could get his feet under him,, and open the door, of course the truck stopped by a rattle snake. So dad sort of hurried to get in the truck.
I know all that sort of sounds like Indiana Jones, lol but he wasn't. He was just a Geoligist, with a love for the search of the rock with the lead, or gold, or silver or ore. It just happens those rocks don't just lie around where people regularly go. It was the search that I think intrigued him more than anything. The victory of discovery.
Dad read alot,, and he would read anything.. but he was specially fond of biographies, history, and good fiction. Dad loved wolves, and collected them. Dad always made sure his hair was nice and neat, and he was determined to keep his own teeth. lolol (I loved that.. it made him so human). He could be silly which I am sure some of colleages would be shocked to find out. He would get down on the floor, and let his children and grandchildren take horsey back rides. He taught me how to play chess when I was 6, and was proud of me the time I finally beat him when I was 8. He could NOT cook tho. lol He set the oven on fire once trying to make hamburgers when mom had the flu. He would chase imaginery monsters away, would sled down a hill, listen to problems, and was ALWAYS so proud of us.
Dad liked to work,, shoot,, he LOVED to work, he loved his job. But his job was part of who he was if that makes any sense. On March 30, 2009, he gave a conference call for work. That was the last thing he did for his job, and he had promised to do it, but he was so weak at that time. We begged him not to. He wouldn't hear of it. It was the last thing he could do for the love of his work.
His are hard footsteps to follow. When he was in his final days, he never complained. He never asked why. He told me "it is what it is. You have to accept this". He did not want us to cry, and it would upset him if he thought we were crying. Through all of that time it seemed like the song " Cowgirls don't cry" played non-stop on the radio,, go figure. lol Jeez Dad,, I'm tough,, but not that tough,, I cried. But now,, I remember so many things about you that make me smile, or laugh, or in awe of you. I am so thankful for how you opened the world to my eyes, and my mind.
----------------
Taken from :
SOCIETY OF NEVADA
NEWSLETTER
Geological Society of Nevada, PO Box 13375, Reno, NV 89507 (775) 323-3500
Office Location: Laxalt Mineral Research Center, Room 266, UNR - Hours Monday -- Friday 8-3
May 2009, Vol. 24, No. 5
Rick Russell
We are sad to announce the passing of our friend and co-worker Rick Russell. Rick passed away April 6th after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. Rick received his BS and MS from Northern Illinois University in 1966 and 1969, respectively. He began work early in his career in the Mother Lode and was also a member of the team of geologists for Cominco who discovered the Red Dog Deposit.
Other employment opportunities included Bear Creek Mining, Gold Fields Mining and most recently at Allied Nevada. Rick was a devoted Cubs fan, a great individual to work for (and with) and will be deeply missed by many of us in the geology community. His funeral was held at Mountain View Mortuary, Salt Lake City, Utah on Thursday, April 9th from 1-3 pm.
------------------------------------------------------------
I would like to say huge Thank You to Edda Meinikat for sponsering my daddy's memorial. She is a truly giving amazing woman who has brought happiness and comfort to me with this kindness.
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