FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:
The following e-mail message was written and posted by me on this web site on Monday 17 November 2008.
I've decided to republish it now, because I want to remind everyone that a really GOOD and truly righteous man once lived on this Earth, and that man was a friend of mine (and of nearly everybody else, too!).
With the passage of time, plus innumerable distractions, I had actually forgotten about this post, but was reminded of it when checking the statistics regarding this blog, and found that a new comment, awaiting my approval, was actually spam, apparently posted by an anonymous web surfer in Ukraine, possibly as an experiment seeking a way to hack into this web site, "OUR ETERNAL STRUGGLE".
So, let us all once more celebrate the memory of MAJOR SID H. CHASE, UNITED STATES ARMY (RETIRED), a resident of Saint Anthony, Idaho.
By the manner in which he lived and conducted himself, he set a fine example of genuine Christian compassion, charity, and moral virtue for the rest of us to try and emulate, just as my (now deceased) father, Master Sergeant William Vincent Mallernee, United States Army (Retired) also did.
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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
Here is his obituary, published at the SOUTH FREMONT NEWS AND VIEWS Internet web site (a web site which no longer exists) by my friend, Will Rhea, in which I took the liberty of some slight editing:
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He enjoyed music and played several musical instruments.
He married Tedda Burrell on Friday 19 January 1945 at Evanston, Wyoming.
Condolences to the family can be sent to Bidwell Funeral Home in Saint Anthony, Idaho.
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I lived in the Roxy Theatre, in the apartment above the lobby, and performed in several of the shows, either in stage plays (i.e., THE FOREIGNER), community events, or Cowboy Poets of Idaho programs.
Sid Chase did all the maintenance work, and he and I frequently worked together, either backstage, or on the stage.
He was everywhere, doing everything, perpetually concerned about the welfare of his fellow man, and anxiously engaged in doing good works.
On more than one occasion, he came to my rescue, such as the night I accidentally locked myself out of my car out in the middle of nowhere (I had stopped my car to look at the Hale-Bopp Comet), or the time he brought over a bag of groceries when he learned I was hungry and had no money.
He had a cocker spaniel, but I can't remember the dog's name, or whether the dog eventually passed away.
(I just now remembered - - - , the dog's name was "Toozie")
He had rescued that cocker spaniel when it was lost, sick, and starving.
I wonder what's become of his houseful of kitty cats?
That used to worry me, for I knew he couldn't continue to get away with having far too many kitty cats running loose inside of his house, even though he truly adored them, and always took really good care of them.
Enroute to the cemetery, which was out in the country, the hearse broke down, and the casket was transferred to the bed of a pickup truck.
Everybody thought that was kind of appropriate, and that Sid's brother would have particularly enjoyed the humor of the moment.
Sid told me of one of his war memories.
In a battle on one of the Pacific islands during the Second World War, a man near him was killed, and Sid Chase got some of the man's brains in his mouth.
From then on, he retained a vivid recollection of that taste, which he said was sweet, and similar to automobile anti-freeze.
We would march together in the annual parade every Veterans Day.
We had a lot of discussions on just about every subject.
The last time I saw Sid Chase, I briefly visited with him in his home for a few minutes just a few years ago, when a friend and I were passing through Saint Anthony.
He's one of the finest men I've ever known.
I sure will miss him.
Thank you.
NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."
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For the best effect, please enjoy watching in "FULL SCREEN" mode this automated video series, consisting of my homemade amateur video recordings of ME(!), strumming simple chords on my guitar, as in my humble attempt to once more honor the memory of Sid Chase, I sing some (but not all) of the original songs I composed while I was residing in Saint Anthony, Idaho.
Thank you.
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