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In Memory of
Theodore Joeph Turek
1923 - 2018
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Condolence: To have known Ted for the may years that we lived on Fiesta Heights was an honor. His vibrant smile and wave was there as he drove down the street past our house.We got to know him even more so as he knew my mothers side of the family(Niemiec) We got to chat in regards to the family and learned a little more of the family that we had not known through him. He will be surely missed but now he is reunited with his wife he surely missed. God has given him a new home
Condolence: My wife and I count it a blessing to have known Ted. He was a special guy and an inspiration to us. I always looked forward to seeing him each year as we embarked on our annual Delaware River fly fishing trips and the meal after. Always full of stories and laughter, Ted made the day special. As a guide, I believe I can honestly say that I learned much more from Ted about fishing than he could ever learn from me. I often spoke of his fly fishing prowess especially in his latter years to many of my clients as an inspiration to all of us.
Ted was a man of character whose conversations were always filled with the love and involvement with his family, his love and experiences with the outdoors and his patriotism to our Country. Ted's legacy will live on.
Condolence: This past Friday, my family lost an incredible person--my grandfather, Ted Turek, known affectionately to me and my siblings as "Grampa." He most often called me "Emly," omitting the second syllable of my name, one of his many "Grampa-isms." If he wasn't calling me "Emly," it was "Em" or "gal," an endearing term he used for me, my sister, my family's dog Xena, and women in general. It's not a word heard much these days, which made it all the more charming.
Grampa could charm people anywhere he went. I remember him telling us that his high school superlative was "Can out-talk any woman." He proved that time and time again, engaging in lengthy conversations with his family, my friends, my parents' friends, friends of my brother and sister, my dad's side of the family, and oftentimes complete strangers.
Grampa especially had a knack for charming waitresses. Any time we went out to dinner, he went out of his way to ask the waitress's name. He typically would visit my family during our week-long stay in Sebago, Maine each summer. We would always go out to dinner on one of the nights he was there, and our waitresses would remember him each summer, even though they'd only see him once a year. I attribute that partly to his charm and partly to his booming voice.
My dad always said that Grampa could give a sermon at church without a microphone, and that was no exaggeration. He also had a loud, contagious laugh. Watching HIM watch "All in the Family" was as entertaining as the show itself. He'd roar with laughter and often say "I've never seen this one!" (We knew he had, in fact, seen the episode before but appreciated how he'd laugh as though it were the first time, every time.)
While Grampa did get a kick out of Archie Bunker, there was another Archie who he loved much more--my family's late beloved golden retriever. Grampa's "Pal," as he nicknamed him, didn't greet *anyone* the way that he greeted Grampa. He would run around in circles with a shoe in his mouth, making crazy, high-pitched noises, hardly giving Grampa the chance to get in the door. Grampa would spoil Archie and our other dog, Xena, always bringing them "snacks" when he came to visit. If we had pie and ice cream for "dee-zert," as Grampa called it, Archie would be under the table nudging him. He knew that he was going to coerce Grampa into giving him the plate to lick when he was finished, not that there'd be much left on it since Grampa rarely left anything on his plate.
One of Grampa's famous expressions was, "My stomach is touching my backbone," which we all knew meant that he was getting hungry. Every time he had dinner over our house, he would thank my mom afterwards and give her a kiss on the cheek. Aside from my mom's cooking, another of Grampa's favorite foods was pizza. He was a pizza connoisseur and went to a different pizza place every Friday night with his "kid sisters," as he referred to them.
Family was more important to Grampa than anything. He loved his siblings and children, as well as his grandchildren. When my siblings and I were little, the highlight of Grandma and Grampa's weekend visit was being chauffered to school by Grampa on Monday morning. We got to ride in the backseat of his station wagon, which we thought was the best thing ever. Grampa gave us many rides as kids not only in his station wagon, but in his big metal canoe with an attached motor up in Maine. We would get antsy waiting for the battery to be charged and the canoe to be lugged down to the shoreline, but in the end the relaxing ride along the lake was always worth the wait.
I am blessed to have had Grampa in my life for almost 31 years. I appreciate everything he did for me, from helping me move into my freshman dorm, to sending the most heartfelt birthday cards every year (made even nicer by his flawless handwriting), to often picking up a kielbasa from Czapiga's for me (well, the whole family, but he knew I liked it the most out of everyone.)
Condolence: On behalf of the entire crew of the Collings Foundation, we wish to express our sadness over the loss of Ted and our condolences to his family and friends at this difficult time. Ted was always a great supporter of our aircraft at Waterbury-Oxford Airport each year and it was an absolute honor to have him fly with us last year due to the generosity of your family. Blue skies sir.
Condolence: My family and I count it a huge blessing to have had the privilege of knowing Ted. He truly was “one of a kind” in so many ways. You will find it hard pressed in today’s world to meet another man like him. We met Ted through our friendship with his son, Rick. Our common ground was fishing, but once you got to know Ted, you learned what a diverse background he had. His love for his wife, Franny, was so evident, even after all the years after her death. She would come up in most every conversation we had with endearment. There was a special twinkle in his eye as he reminisced about her. In fact, most of his family, from his children, to his pizza nights out with his sisters, to his grandchildren and their dogs, would always find a way in the stories he shared. His family was precious to him.
Even though his military service as a WW II pilot has long been over, his esteem and patriotism for this country was not. He talked with pride and honor of his time as a pilot, standing up for our freedom, and always said without hesitation, that he would do it all over again if he could.
Sitting around our kitchen table over a cup of coffee and birthday cake and the fellowship it offered will be greatly missed. Ted was sharp and listening to him talk and tell “life” stories were such a treat. He always left me inspired to live the same, which truly is a mark of a great man...
Thanks for being a role model to me for the past 25 years. You had a special ability to light up a room between your optimistic personality and endless sense of humor. Your brain was an encyclopedia (and then some) until your final days. You also gave the best handshakes! I took pride in being your only grandson and strive to be more and more like you each day. Thank you for everything!
I've always admired you for your ability to prosper during difficult times, your dedication to family, your positive attitude, your love of travel, your ability to fix anything, and your acceptance of everyone. I will miss visiting your house
, eating off of those rickety tray tables and looking through photo albums. I will miss watching All in the Family reruns with you while sipping gin and tonics. I will never forget your Grampa-isms such as, "And how!" and "Wait a while!" I hope to inherit your ageless genes. You have made me a better person, and I am forever grateful.
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