He received his Bachelor's Degree from Bob Jones University in 1978 and graduated from USC Law School in 1987. He was employed with the U. S. Department of Justice as an Assistant U. S. Attorney from 1989 until present. He was known for his aggressive pursuit of white collar criminal and child pornography cases. He was a member of First Presbyterian Church of Columbia and of the First Presbyterian Chancel and Chamber Choirs. He liked photography and enjoyed home improvement projects. Every Saturday he attended the flea market and was an avid collector of "things". He was a man of strong faith, a loving father, husband and soon to be grandfather. He passed away after approximately nine months battle with cancer.
Survivors include his parents, Ralph Carl and Alice Irene Eichelberger of Kuna, ID; his loving wife, "the love of his life" Dale Felker Eichelberger; daughter, Kristi Eichelberger (Nolan); sons, Jonathan Eichelberger (Joanna) and Jason Eichelberger (Kim) all of West Columbia; sisters, Janet Gluck of Sacramento, CA; Suzanne Britanyak of Buckley, WA and Nancy Smith of Richland, WA; brothers, Leland Eichelberger of Kuna, ID, Clinton Eichelberger of Boise, ID, David Eichelberger of Wenatchee, WA and Dr. Steven Eichelberger of Kuna, ID.
*Exerpt taken from Dean's Caring Bridge site. Gives an insight into Dean's childhood in his own words:
August 22, 2012 -- I swear that I have the most caring, thoughtful, and creative sisters in the world. I am in South Carolina and they are in Washington state. While they can't come to visit easily, and right now travel is difficult for me, they did find a way to send a whiff of "home" to me. They bought a set of six small jars and filled them with items that provide the smells of the Idaho farmland where I was raised. The stroll down olfactory lane brought back great memories. So what, you ask, did they send? 1) Balsam Cottonwood twigs from next to the canal that borders the family farm property; 2) Sage from the desert at Uncle Don's farm; 3) Indian tobacco; 4) wild mint from the canal; 5) hay from the loafing shed (an open sided barn that sheltered our cattle from the elements; and 6) fresh cow manure from a nearby dairy farm – that's right FRESH cow manure. Each of these items evokes unique memories from the life of a country boy growing up on a small family-owned dairy farm (and yes, my dad DID build that). From the sweet smells wafting over us as we played and worked, (items 1, 3, 4, and 5) to the pungent aroma of sage as we trekked through the desert hunting ground squirrels and jack rabbits, the memories flooded over me. Even the manure -- "ripe" as it was – brought back good memories. Milking cows twice a day, every day, can be a mind numbing existence (think "Groundhog day"), but the sense of responsibility, work ethic, and necessity of working together as a family unit gave me and each of my siblings an advantage that those who did not have this upbringing lack. And so, the brief hint of tears in my eyes as the ammonia of decaying manure assaulted my senses was more than just a physiological reaction – much more.
Nancy and Suzanne, thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful reminder that family heritage and support will help as my SC family battles this challenge together. It means more than you can imagine.
Survivors include his parents, Ralph Carl and Alice Irene Eichelberger of Kuna, ID; his loving wife, "the love of his life" Dale Felker Eichelberger; daughter, Kristi Eichelberger (Nolan); sons, Jonathan Eichelberger (Joanna) and Jason Eichelberger (Kim) all of West Columbia; sisters, Janet Gluck of Sacramento, CA; Suzanne Britanyak of Buckley, WA and Nancy Smith of Richland, WA; brothers, Leland Eichelberger of Kuna, ID, Clinton Eichelberger of Boise, ID, David Eichelberger of Wenatchee, WA and Dr. Steven Eichelberger of Kuna, ID.
*Exerpt taken from Dean's Caring Bridge site. Gives an insight into Dean's childhood in his own words:
August 22, 2012 -- I swear that I have the most caring, thoughtful, and creative sisters in the world. I am in South Carolina and they are in Washington state. While they can't come to visit easily, and right now travel is difficult for me, they did find a way to send a whiff of "home" to me. They bought a set of six small jars and filled them with items that provide the smells of the Idaho farmland where I was raised. The stroll down olfactory lane brought back great memories. So what, you ask, did they send? 1) Balsam Cottonwood twigs from next to the canal that borders the family farm property; 2) Sage from the desert at Uncle Don's farm; 3) Indian tobacco; 4) wild mint from the canal; 5) hay from the loafing shed (an open sided barn that sheltered our cattle from the elements; and 6) fresh cow manure from a nearby dairy farm – that's right FRESH cow manure. Each of these items evokes unique memories from the life of a country boy growing up on a small family-owned dairy farm (and yes, my dad DID build that). From the sweet smells wafting over us as we played and worked, (items 1, 3, 4, and 5) to the pungent aroma of sage as we trekked through the desert hunting ground squirrels and jack rabbits, the memories flooded over me. Even the manure -- "ripe" as it was – brought back good memories. Milking cows twice a day, every day, can be a mind numbing existence (think "Groundhog day"), but the sense of responsibility, work ethic, and necessity of working together as a family unit gave me and each of my siblings an advantage that those who did not have this upbringing lack. And so, the brief hint of tears in my eyes as the ammonia of decaying manure assaulted my senses was more than just a physiological reaction – much more.
Nancy and Suzanne, thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful reminder that family heritage and support will help as my SC family battles this challenge together. It means more than you can imagine.
He received his Bachelor's Degree from Bob Jones University in 1978 and graduated from USC Law School in 1987. He was employed with the U. S. Department of Justice as an Assistant U. S. Attorney from 1989 until present. He was known for his aggressive pursuit of white collar criminal and child pornography cases. He was a member of First Presbyterian Church of Columbia and of the First Presbyterian Chancel and Chamber Choirs. He liked photography and enjoyed home improvement projects. Every Saturday he attended the flea market and was an avid collector of "things". He was a man of strong faith, a loving father, husband and soon to be grandfather. He passed away after approximately nine months battle with cancer.
Survivors include his parents, Ralph Carl and Alice Irene Eichelberger of Kuna, ID; his loving wife, "the love of his life" Dale Felker Eichelberger; daughter, Kristi Eichelberger (Nolan); sons, Jonathan Eichelberger (Joanna) and Jason Eichelberger (Kim) all of West Columbia; sisters, Janet Gluck of Sacramento, CA; Suzanne Britanyak of Buckley, WA and Nancy Smith of Richland, WA; brothers, Leland Eichelberger of Kuna, ID, Clinton Eichelberger of Boise, ID, David Eichelberger of Wenatchee, WA and Dr. Steven Eichelberger of Kuna, ID.
*Exerpt taken from Dean's Caring Bridge site. Gives an insight into Dean's childhood in his own words:
August 22, 2012 -- I swear that I have the most caring, thoughtful, and creative sisters in the world. I am in South Carolina and they are in Washington state. While they can't come to visit easily, and right now travel is difficult for me, they did find a way to send a whiff of "home" to me. They bought a set of six small jars and filled them with items that provide the smells of the Idaho farmland where I was raised. The stroll down olfactory lane brought back great memories. So what, you ask, did they send? 1) Balsam Cottonwood twigs from next to the canal that borders the family farm property; 2) Sage from the desert at Uncle Don's farm; 3) Indian tobacco; 4) wild mint from the canal; 5) hay from the loafing shed (an open sided barn that sheltered our cattle from the elements; and 6) fresh cow manure from a nearby dairy farm – that's right FRESH cow manure. Each of these items evokes unique memories from the life of a country boy growing up on a small family-owned dairy farm (and yes, my dad DID build that). From the sweet smells wafting over us as we played and worked, (items 1, 3, 4, and 5) to the pungent aroma of sage as we trekked through the desert hunting ground squirrels and jack rabbits, the memories flooded over me. Even the manure -- "ripe" as it was – brought back good memories. Milking cows twice a day, every day, can be a mind numbing existence (think "Groundhog day"), but the sense of responsibility, work ethic, and necessity of working together as a family unit gave me and each of my siblings an advantage that those who did not have this upbringing lack. And so, the brief hint of tears in my eyes as the ammonia of decaying manure assaulted my senses was more than just a physiological reaction – much more.
Nancy and Suzanne, thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful reminder that family heritage and support will help as my SC family battles this challenge together. It means more than you can imagine.
Survivors include his parents, Ralph Carl and Alice Irene Eichelberger of Kuna, ID; his loving wife, "the love of his life" Dale Felker Eichelberger; daughter, Kristi Eichelberger (Nolan); sons, Jonathan Eichelberger (Joanna) and Jason Eichelberger (Kim) all of West Columbia; sisters, Janet Gluck of Sacramento, CA; Suzanne Britanyak of Buckley, WA and Nancy Smith of Richland, WA; brothers, Leland Eichelberger of Kuna, ID, Clinton Eichelberger of Boise, ID, David Eichelberger of Wenatchee, WA and Dr. Steven Eichelberger of Kuna, ID.
*Exerpt taken from Dean's Caring Bridge site. Gives an insight into Dean's childhood in his own words:
August 22, 2012 -- I swear that I have the most caring, thoughtful, and creative sisters in the world. I am in South Carolina and they are in Washington state. While they can't come to visit easily, and right now travel is difficult for me, they did find a way to send a whiff of "home" to me. They bought a set of six small jars and filled them with items that provide the smells of the Idaho farmland where I was raised. The stroll down olfactory lane brought back great memories. So what, you ask, did they send? 1) Balsam Cottonwood twigs from next to the canal that borders the family farm property; 2) Sage from the desert at Uncle Don's farm; 3) Indian tobacco; 4) wild mint from the canal; 5) hay from the loafing shed (an open sided barn that sheltered our cattle from the elements; and 6) fresh cow manure from a nearby dairy farm – that's right FRESH cow manure. Each of these items evokes unique memories from the life of a country boy growing up on a small family-owned dairy farm (and yes, my dad DID build that). From the sweet smells wafting over us as we played and worked, (items 1, 3, 4, and 5) to the pungent aroma of sage as we trekked through the desert hunting ground squirrels and jack rabbits, the memories flooded over me. Even the manure -- "ripe" as it was – brought back good memories. Milking cows twice a day, every day, can be a mind numbing existence (think "Groundhog day"), but the sense of responsibility, work ethic, and necessity of working together as a family unit gave me and each of my siblings an advantage that those who did not have this upbringing lack. And so, the brief hint of tears in my eyes as the ammonia of decaying manure assaulted my senses was more than just a physiological reaction – much more.
Nancy and Suzanne, thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful reminder that family heritage and support will help as my SC family battles this challenge together. It means more than you can imagine.
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