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The Field Of Dreams. Rest In Peace, Chip Stahl.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
YOU DON’T JUST LOSE SOMEONE ONCE
You lose them over and over,
sometimes in the same day.
When the loss, momentarily forgotten,
creeps up,
and attacks you from behind.
Fresh waves of grief as the realisation hits home,
they are gone.
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every time you open your eyes to a new dawn,
and as you awaken,
so does your memory,
so does the jolting bolt of lightning that rips into your heart,
they are gone.
Again.
Losing someone is a journey,
not a one-off.
There is no end to the loss,
there is only a learned skill on how to stay afloat,
when it washes over.
Be kind to those who are sailing this stormy sea,
they have a journey ahead of them,
and a daily shock to the system each time they realise,
they are gone,
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every day,
for a lifetime.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
It's been 4 yes FOUR months since Chip passed away! The days are a blur. Every morning it’s the same nightmare, Chip is gone. How is that possible? I'd like to say it's been a roller coaster ride of emotions, but there's only been downs and no ups. In the beginning, it was constantly thinking of all the things he'd miss, like birthdays, all holidays etc., but now it's all the memories of 53 years with him in my life. It's like a video playing 24/7 never ever stopping. Four months of wondering why it happened. Were their signs that I missed, that the drs missed? Something that should have been obvious? People say to me “Chip wouldn’t have wanted you to be sad.” My response is, if Chip didn’t want me to be sad he should have taken better care of himself! It doesn’t matter because there’s NO do overs. There’s NO one more chance. I think we’re all still in disbelief and shock. We still feel in our hearts he’s just on one of his baseball trips and will be home any day. Some days are harder than others. Some days we don’t know how to get through the day without his help or advice or words of wisdom that he always had for each of us. It's the little things now that make me so sad. I saw a very old couple in the grocery store the other day. The man leaned over and kissed his wife. I walked away crying. Or I found two cards I had signed, but had never mailed. Love, Chip and Jamee and Love, papa and gram. Words I'll never write again. I was looking through my recipe box and saw recipe after recipe that he loved. Several written in his hand writing. Apparently my mother knew nothing about making spaghetti sauce, because no Italian puts hamburger in their sauce. It’s chunks of beef and pork. So,of course, he had to get that recipe I think the day we got married.
I wasn’t sure about sharing some of my personal memories. They’re special to me, why would they be to anyone else? This tribute book will close soon to be published. I can look at these pictures and read these stories when they start to fade from my old mind and hopefully, remember how much we all loved Chip.
We had only been dating for a month. Still getting to know each other. We were at his grandmother’s and we were discussing plans for our next date. I said it was my birthday the next week and I might have family plans. He said it also was his birthday. We both said the 25th (May). No way! It took us showing our driver licenses to prove it. He was a year old, which lead to 53 years of it was my birthday 1st, but it was my birthday last! Such a silly thing, but it always made us laugh.
I was 17, sitting in my room doing homework, talking to Chip on the phone. We were trying to end our conversation, but we kept saying NO you hang up first, when he blurted out I love you. In total shock I hung up first!! Of course, he never let me forget that he said he loved me first!
The hair style for men in the 70’s was long. Both of our parents told Chip to get his hair cut for the wedding. He did, several days later! Always the rebel!
Chip would blow on my pregnant stomach and hum the song I have no bananas, which then made me hungry and he’d have to go buy me butter pecan ice cream. One night, 9 months pregnant, I sat down next to him and the chair came crashing down. We laughed till we cried.
I remember the night I sat with Chip’s family glued to the tv watching the draft numbers being posted. There it was May 25th his number 24. He was being drafted. There was no way they’d take him with a metal plate in his foot from a car accident and several Dr notes. He called me from the base and said indeed he did pass the physical and he was leaving for boot camp at Ft Polk, LA. Right then. It was a scary time. Not knowing when and if I’d see him again and Shannon was only 10 days old. He was lucky though he missed going to Vietnam by 6 months. Instead we spent 5 years in Italy.
Chip was leaving for Italy two weeks before Christmas. I was living with my mom till I could meet him in Italy. We wanted to celebrate Christmas before he left. We set out with an axe in hand and went into the woods and cut down a tree and hauled it home. It was snowing and so cold, but it was such a magical day knowing what two weeks would bring.
It was our first Christmas in Italy and I was so sad being so far away from my family. Chip surprised me and brought home this little table top hard plastic tree. I took one look at it and bawled. He felt so bad we got in the car and went to the base and got a real one. Of course, we didn’t eat that week, but I had my tree. BTW I still have that plastic tree and put it up every year.
The morning after I had Cullen a nurse came in and asked me who the father was. WTH. my husband of course! No that’s impossible. Your son is positive blood and you and your husband are negative. Really what the hell?? Chip went down and had blood work. Good old army screwed up. Even on his dog tags said it was negative. Nope he was positive. Mystery solved!!
One night we went on a romantic 6 hour midnight cruise around the Mediterranean bay. Chip spent the entire night in the bathroom puking.
On our 25th wedding anniversary Chip had planned a secret getaway night for us. When we got to the room there were roses. He brought a tape player he had recorded our favorite slow dances on. He had ordered a special meal to be delivered to our room. It was all so perfect right? Nope the flu hit him an half an hour after we got there, and he spent the entire night puking and pooping and I ate alone!
Chip loved green kool aid. The kind you’re suppose to add sugar to but he didn’t put a cup of sugar in. It was sour. Layla started drinking it out his glass when she was less than a year old. Papa loved it so did she.
Chip was the most organized person. His desk, his drawers his closest with all white hangers all facing the same way. We called him Monk.
I’ve been battling with myself about taking Chip’s ashes to the FIELD OF DREAMS. Brittney has been seeing hawks at her house and they seem to be everywhere she is since he passed away. I’ve been having his favorite song, Layla, playing on my pandora randomly while I walk even when I turned it to hip hop music. Somehow, he just puts his song on repeat. Will we still feel his spirit when he’s so far from his loved ones? He did believe in heaven and he believed one day he’d be forever young playing and coaching his love of baseball in that field of dreams. So as sad as it will make us spreading his ashes there at the field I know in my heart it’s what he believed and what he wanted.
The second we walked onto the field of dreams we all instantly knew why Chip loved it so much there. We walked out to the corn fields and found a little hole that was right in front of them and dead center field. The perfect spot for Chip’s ashes. We all gathered around the hole and took turns putting the ashes into the hole. A few tribute words from David and we covered him up with grass. Minutes later the sun broke through the clouds and a ray of sunshine shone down on the hole. Chip was finally at peace. We walked away heart broken, but knowing he was happy and it truly was the right decision with no regrets. His journey may be over, but he will live forever in our hearts.
There’s so many memories. So many stories. So many adventures. Thank you for letting me share a tiny bit of them with you.The biggest thing to remember about Chip was his love for his family and friends. He did so with such a big heart and seemed bigger than life. He truly will be missed.
I want to thank everyone that came to his service. Thank you for all the cards, flowers and donations. Thank you for all your memories that you’ve shared in the tribute book. Most of all I want to thank everyone for getting to know him. To love him and for being a part of his life. We are blessed every day with having known him. Finally, rest in peace! Love, Jamee
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
120 Days
120 days or 4 months since you have been gone. This was the longest and hardest 30 days as we anticipated the end of your journey. You left us the week of my birthday and four months later, we took you to your final resting place; Cullen’s birthday weekend. I wish you could tell me why now. We all still seem to need you for the everyday things you always did. I don’t think any of us have regret that things were left unsaid with you, but there was just so more left to say.
Mom took you around the town to all your favorite spots and it’s the hardest part to imagine that you won’t be here to see those familiar spaces again. We came together as a family and traveled to Iowa. The kids were so excited and now share your love for The Field of Dreams. We have sadness that this trip didn’t happen when you were here to relish in all your favorite people standing at your favorite place. Any doubts we had were easily erased when we got to the field. This place, your place, really is a piece of heaven.
We gathered together. David led the prayer and said all the right things. I know you were proud. You will forever hear the crack of the bat, smell the fresh cut grass, the rush of the ball smacking against the leather glove, the haze of dust as bases are tagged and crowds roar with cheer. The overwhelming peace among the community and the Field of Dreams is now your place and your peace. We left you there but rest assured that we left our hearts there too. We found two Basilica and attend church to pray for your peaceful journey. The sheer beauty of this moment was something we will cherish forever. Once we finished spreading your ashes and the clouds opened and the heavenly light shined down a beam in front of you, we knew, This Is Heaven.
In my heart, I know you are at peace. We will never be the same and words can’t begin to describe the sheer sadness we feel. Thank you for always giving us the best version of yourself, teaching us to work hard, be loyal and honest, always do the right thing even when no one is looking, always have another book to read, love your family, stand up for what you believe in, and enjoy Sunday dinner together. Your legacy lives on in us. Rest In Peace, dad.
“You know, we just don't recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they're happening. Back then I thought, well, there'll be other days. I didn't realize that was the only day." Dr. Archibald Graham, reminiscing about playing just one inning in the majors.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Sunday, October 1, 2023
90 days or 3 months without you. The loss of you still doesn’t seem possible and time is not making it better. You’re everywhere we are. We hear you, see you, talk to you, laugh with you, and cry with you. Except, there is an erie silence because you are not really here. Our hearts have not accepted this fate that we will no longer be able to come seeking your advice and solutions for literally any problem. The endless advice that was a lighthouse on our darkest nights is suddenly and violently gone like a storm we can’t sail out of as we spin in circles with no direction ahead. It’s been 90 days and here is what you missed.
You missed the kids birthday party. The balloons, smiles, and celebration that they are another year older. The kids had a large group show up and rally around them to celebrate their birth. The joy that these two little humans bring to our lives and the world is life’s truest blessings. They meant so much to you so, for us, the day wasn’t full of happiness because there is always a reminder that you’re not there. We feel your absence in everything we do and it just blankets us in grief holding our hearts hostage. No one noticed mom off and crying because papa was missing and would never be a part of this again. I noticed. No one noticed Brittney smiling at all her guest but struggling to be present and grateful because she finds no joy in anything. I noticed. No one noticed that I left an ice tea on the counter because I saved you a spot in the front row but you never drank it. I noticed. Time doesn’t just keep marching on like everyone says it will because it’s all the little moments we notice you’re not there.
Layla, your pride and the little human that brought you the greatest joy in your final years, turned ten. We had rain that whole day and we all cried thinking about your tears in heaven because you missed her day. You missed playing in the rain. Connor and Layla ran around chasing the drop with their tongue. They remember that little piece of you and we added our own drops as we couldn’t fight back the tears. What a milestone you missed. She is growing into these formative years and will no longer call you every day after school to share her troubles and woes over her daily friend drama. I think that makes mom the saddest of all. She won’t get to benefit from all that advice that helped us all get through those teen years. You missed that she got her first cell phone and broke down in tears. We couldn’t let your number go becasue it was just another tiny piece of you that we all want to hold on to a little bit longer. Layla will share that special connection with you and that was the greatest gift on this day. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. O, how wish we could hear what you would say.
You missed the Flagstaff trip too. Layla got her first Bee sting and reconnected with her friends. We went to Barnes and Noble and all felt a little sick because you weren’t there. We struggle to find the joy because it’s just another reminder that you aren’t here.
You missed conversations with Cullen as he settles into his new year. What advice would you offer him for this new year, new kids, and new rules? You missed Sunday dinners where he gives mom a few hours of relief from her sadness. You missed Britney going to school and struggling with her class to the point she wants to give up. Where are your words of wisdom to tell her to “Let it Be?” This girl, who you love so much is broken. You missed Mandy and Tre moving and never seeing another house she will live in. You missed hearing how she is taking on her own patients and changing lives like you knew she would. You missed Daniel being on the Dean’s list for summer, and I know you would have celebrated over a club sandwich. You missed David being a leader in a time where his family can’t be so strong. You missed his updates from the doctor. You missed them putting the bikes in their name with the special license plate to you Rip10, 10RIP, you will miss the next ride.
You missed picking out our holiday pajamas. We
went the Grinch theme. We definitely don’t want to do this without you so, Eww People, is just for you. You pretended to be annoyed but secretly loved it. Would we have done anything different if we knew it was your last one? I don’t believe so because we spent the whole day together, happy and safe. You will miss Christmas.
We spend our days swallowed by grief, crying everyday, and realizing our lives are forever changed and there will always be a sadness that dwells in our soul. While we all say that you wouldn’t want it this way. The season is changing. You missed Summer. You missed 90 days.
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Kevin Ritter posted a condolence
Friday, August 18, 2023
Shannon, that was beautiful. You have the same way with words that your father possessed. I used to love talking with him about the things each of us was reading. We shared so many interests outside of baseball but that's what brought us together. Loved sitting around the hotels we spent so many nights in.....watching and talking baseball.
Two of the funniest stories I remember involving your Dad, of course, involve James King as well.
1) Chip and James were staying a very nice hotel in Aalen, Germany shortly after they met. The hotel was built right against a mountain so there were just a couple feet between the building and the mountain itself.
James was standing in front of an open window, with the mountain just outside, when a storm burst.....high winds and heavy rain......Chip was sitting on the bed when a rush of wind and rain came through the open window drenching James from head to toe. Apparently, Chip laughed so hard he fell on the floor.
2) In the summers Chip and James would go on the road for 4-5 weeks doing tryouts all over the country. One night they parked their rental car at the hotel and forgot to close the sunroof. They came out in the morning and there had been an especially heavy storm. Chip opened his door and water ran out. They said the cup holders were full to the top with rain water. They had to steal their towels and all the USA Today newspapers in the lobby for something to sit on. Chip said that when they got to the field you could read the newsprint on James' rear end.
Loved those guys so very much!! So happy God placed them both in my life.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Friday, August 18, 2023
60 Days
It’s been 60 days since you left us. 60 days since our lives changed forever. 60 days since we were safe and didn’t spend our days crying and questioning every single thing we knew to be true and right. 60 days since we talked to you. Here is what you missed.
Well the biggest thing you missed was your funeral. We spent the weekend at your house together. All your siblings, nieces and nephews were there with us. Did you see us all in your house? I can’t imagine getting through the weekend without all of them. Your funeral was July 15th. People said it was the hottest day of the year and just how you would have ordered it. Daniel picked you up and took you on one last bike ride. While it was the hardest moment in his life, I imagine that you enjoyed the breeze and freedom to feel the warmth of the day. Were you with us as we stood and greeted everyone who came to see say good bye? Well over 100 people came that day and several who couldn’t make it. You impacted so many lives that I wished we would have talked about that more. The service started with the Military Color Honor and I remember you telling me how honored you were when they did it for Grandpa. I can share that feeling now. Mom standing there alone to accept your flag was the hardest moment and imprinted in our memory forever now. She was so strong and so weak in the same moment that it would have killed you to see her pain. You would never have wished that for her. The tradition and honor gives a new meaning when we look at the American Flag. I see you now in the Stars and Stripes everywhere I see an American Flag waving to attention in the wind. We had to move after that portion into the church. Connor bravely marched you down the aisle as your family followed down the long and winding road to the alter. Connor was so brave and you would have bragged forever how proud you were in that moment. I was paralyzed on that walk that just a few months before that, you and I walked down that isle together arm in arm laughing and being happy as Daniel and I were married again at the church. The same spot that now your ashes lay and we have nothing more than a picture to look at and our memories of what was and can never be again. The service started with Layla, David, and Bob. Each one stood so brave and had courage I will never know to offer final words in your honor. I know that crushed your soul too. The service ended with Over the Rainbow and it still leaves me numb at how utterly sad and beautiful that moment was all at the same time. People gathered after and shared stories about how you impacted their life. It’s amazing but not surprising how much respect and love you earned every where you went. Your life changed so many. We ended the longest day by bonding back at your house together while we cried, laughed, shared stories, and crammed in your office playing restaurant with Layla and Connor. She had all the menus you typed out, charged a good amount for the service and then cried because you were not there. Again, I know that moment crushed your soul and it crushed ours too.
You missed all the small moments after all the rallying together. When the noise settled down and there was nothing left but the quiet of our tears. For us, life hasn’t gone on. We cry alone and together for 60 straight days. Cullen is still having Sunday dinners but you missed that mom hides your picture when he is there. You missed that she eats dinner alone every night in the silence with your picture and talks about her day and weeps at your absence. Are you there with her? We can see how it’s wearing on her but I know that it’s life and she has to do it on her own. Her grief can’t be fixed so we just try to hold her a little tighter and hope you don’t steal her too soon from us. It’s always one of us sobbing if not all because we can’t seem find a place in this world without you that feels quite right. Our safe space is no longer there. It’s an empty void. You would hate that it ended this way but you didn’t give us time to make any other ending.
You missed Connor’s 8th birthday. He said his wish was for you to be alive for all of us. We sat and cried at dinner because you were missing. Layla cried the most as she missed sitting next to you for dinner and all the games that you would play with her. It’s so hard for her which makes it even harder for us. We went bowling after dinner and we were put on lane 11 and walk to the table to find a box of baseball cards sitting there. We froze and time stood still. We knew that was a sign from you and cried some more. We made it through his celebration but your absence made the day so hard. You missed him turning 8.
You missed Mandy starting her new job as an ICU nurse. You saw her work so hard to get it and didn’t get to hear about her first days on the job as nurse. You missed summer break and everyone going back to school. You didn’t get to hear all Layla’s fears and she won’t get to call you everyday this year like she did last year to support her through all the trials and tribulations of being a girl. She doesn’t get to reap in your wealth of advice as she starts to navigate into her teen years full of emotions. You missed their back to school picture that had sadness all over it because they realized you were missing this year of school. You missed all tears and encouragement mom gave us all to make it through the day because you missed 60 days.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Monday, July 31, 2023
30 Days
It’s been 30 days since you were here with us. 30 days since we all got the call that you wouldn’t wake up and were gone from our lives far too soon. 30 days since my brother called to tell everyone the shocking, devastating, and life changing news that you were gone. 30 days since you left home for the last time draped in nothing but the American flag. Here is what you missed.
You missed mom trying to wake you up for work because you overslept but you were already gone. You didn’t get to wipe her tears and help her call us. You missed her finding the strength to enter the funeral home and plan your funeral. You missed her logging into excel and entering a check she wrote to pay the mortgage or filing a bill in your well labeled folders. You missed her having to tell the bank that she didn’t die with you and to stop returning checks. You missed the deep sadness that I have never seen in her and can’t be healed. You missed her tears, fears, and sleepless nights because she has spent her whole life with you and doesn’t know her place right now.
You missed Uncle Frank helping mom with stuff that you were not here to do. You missed Uncle Chuck being the bravest of us all and bringing you home from the funeral home because I didn’t have the strength that day.
You missed my birthday which was the week you left. I won’t ever hear you say you love me again and it leaves a haunting emptiness deep within my soul. You missed spaghetti dinner. You missed Layla eating Strawberry pie and feeding you spoonfuls. You missed Father’s Day. Did you see us on the baseball field sending you balloons? I missed my vacation to Hawaii since I was suppose to leave the day after you died so you missed those memories I won’t ever share with you. You missed the funeral home writing your obituary wrong on every point and me having to rewrite it. You missed they printed James on everything despite mom telling them several times it’s Chip. How annoyed would you have been? You missed the hours, days, and weeks of going over photos to find the right ones that tell the story of your life. We can’t seem to capture how much your life impacted all of ours in just a few pictures. You missed me calling The Field of Dreams and telling them all about you and getting the approval to make that your final resting place.
You missed Sunday dinners with Cullen and Mom. You missed Brittney was approved to start her second masters. You missed Mandy becoming a licensed nurse by passing her boards. You missed Layla and Connor going to Great Wolf Lodge and attending a Mid-evil dinner instead of Yellowstone because it was too soon after you died. You missed their swim days, summer nights and new loft beds with desk and bookshelves. Connor had all his books ready to go and Layla had all her stuff organized including the last thing you printed out for her. You missed their fishing and bowling days. You missed Indiana Jones. We all went together and cried because you missed it. You missed the girls night were we ate pizza, painted Christmas signs, played Christmas songs, and cried because you missed it. You missed Daniel, David, and Tre all trying to be strong for us while fighting their own tears and sadness in silence. You missed Daniel bringing the bike to our house and putting it in the house to shine her up. You missed Layla sitting on the couch crying because you were not there for any of it.
You missed Bob spending 30 days on your Eulogy to get it just right. You missed all your siblings tears and sadness that will never go away. Aunt Dotti said it best, “My heart is broken for us all. We lost our loving leader.” You were their leader and our leader. You missed 30 days with us.
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Layla Delgado posted a condolence
Friday, July 21, 2023
A letter from Layla on Papa and Grandmas 70/71 birthday.
Dear Papa and Grandma,
Thank you grandma for always taking me to soft ball practice and buying me dinner. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you.
Dear papa,
Thank you for buying me things I want like taking me to the candy store and letting me get anything. Thank you for always playing with me. I love to play. I love spending time with you.
I hope you have a good 70th and 71st birthday. I know you will have a good year this year. I hope I can have a sleep over this summer to spend time with you guys. Have a good birthday.
Love,
Layla
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Frank Stahl posted a condolence
Thursday, July 20, 2023
We Had Adventures
As adults, we didn’t talk as often as we should have and we certainly didn’t see each other as often as Mom would have liked.
But we were brothers and always enjoyed our time together, again…as adults. It is strange, to say the least, knowing that he is no longer with us physically. But we also know that he will always be with us spiritually.
WARNING: SORRY NO BASEBALL STORIES HERE
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I remember our first record purchase. It was 1967, Chip was 15 and I was 12. Happy Together by The Turtles had recently been released but he only had 50 cents of a 99 cent purchase. Fortunately, I eventually realized that 49 cents was a very small price to pay for the musical purchase partnership of a lifetime.
Unfortunately for me, I failed to realize that many scheduling conflicts would arise. And they did every time Chip attended a party. However, being the statesman that he was, Chip quickly pointed out that 49 cents was, after all, less than his 50 and therefore only warranted junior partner status.
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I remember Chip and I would lay in bed for hours at night listening to the Loyola University (Chicago) Ramblers basketball games on the radio. Afterwards we would turn to WLS or WCFL (our favorite music stations) in Chicago, leave the radio on and fall asleep listening to the music. We knew it drove Mom crazy but I am sure she was ecstatic that we were finally asleep for the night. Chip and I, after all, were only two of six siblings.
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I also remember the Christmas we bought a board game for Dotti. We discussed how we should open it and make sure all the cards and pieces were there. We did and everything was intact. Chip and I then agreed we should make sure everything worked properly.
Fortunately, we were able to confirm that when properly placed on the board the cards were quickly accessed and easily read as intended. The pieces moved easily around the board upon command, but would then remain steadfast until receiving further orders. After returning, those in charge could easily resume their march toward victory.
Unfortunately, for Dot, I know this because we confirmed it ourselves, night after night, for two weeks in the quiet confines of our bedroom closet. Yes, Dot you received a USED gift that year from your brothers, but we USED it with LOVE.
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I remember learning to dunk a basketball together…
But first, purchasing a backboard and rim was expensive and out of the question, so Dad and Chip made the backboard themselves from wood found on our job sites. They were both very proud of their effort when finished because, other than the wood, it was exactly like the playgrounds in the area sported at the time. They then built a frame that was attached to the garage roof. Finally they attached the rim to the backboard and mounted it on the roof brace. They made sure that it was exactly 10 feet off the ground and centered perfectly on the garage.
Back to the dunk…
We actually became so good at our technique that we started to have dunking contests. The wall was our secret. As we started running toward the garage, we would first jump forward and extend one leg to the wall. We would then push up and off the wall with our foot to propel us even higher. Needless to say our basketball skills did not improve, but jumping that high, making the bucket and having that much fun was a huge SLAM DUNK.
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I remember when The Marsh Ranch needed fencing. While the landscape maintenance contract was already his, Dad embellished his
work experience to get that contract as well. Chip and I worked many hours helping to build that fence. Money, land and horses. Yellowstone could have been written for this guy.
Horses were usually close, and Chip and I often, were the only ones around. During one lunch break we thought ‘why not’. We used the fence to help us mount the horses (bareback, it’s not like we had access to any saddles), gently took hold of their mane and started to get comfortable.
Sitting on the horse felt magical. The feeling of excitement was overwhelming. We were about to trot the horses around the corral when suddenly over the loud speaker we heard and I quote “Get the f**k off those horses.” Unquote.
Later we learned that they were thoroughbred race horses worth millions of dollars and they were stabled for the owners and local track.
Have you ever sat upon a thoroughbred race horse? Well, Chip and I have…. To this day I have no idea what cost Dad incurred because of our youthful exuberance.
Side Note: I use the word ‘sat’ carefully because that was about all we were able to achieve before the loud speaker spoke.
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We finally finished the fencing for the Marsh Ranch, about 2 hours before we were to leave for our hunting trip to the UP. (Michigan’s Upper Peninsula).
It was a long drive but we finally arrived. L’Anse was Dad’s birthplace and his cousin Dave flew helicopters for the State of Michigan’s Wildlife Department. Chip and I were ecstatic about this trip. We were ready to experience the thrill of the hunt.
The next morning Dave gave us a shot gun, pointed us in the direction of best chances and said “Go forth and bring something back”. Then the fun really began.
After an hour or so we realized we were lost. We continued walking and soon came upon a well traveled dirt road. We sat down for a few minutes to rest, stood back up, picked a direction and started walking along the road.
After another hour or so we actually came across a sign that clearly indicated L'Anse was 28 miles in the opposite direction in which we had been walking, so we took another break, sat down and talked about how cool it would be to have those thoroughbreds for the ride back. Then we stood up, stretched, turned around and walked some more.
Now we had not actually walked 28 miles to get where we were. However we were aware that we might have to walk those 28 miles back to town, because clearly we had no idea how to get back to the cabin.
Chip chose that moment to show his big brother experience. He looked at me and said with an air of confidence “At least they know where we are”.
I asked him how he knew that and he quickly replied. “Think about it… ”He then paused, gave me that look of his when he didn’t want me to know we might be in trouble and then said with a smile “Why else would they need that sign?”
Shortly thereafter, another wildlife agent approached, as if we had called and ordered a ride. We answered his questions, then he told us to get in the car as he opened the rear door for us. While in the car Chip looked at me, this time with a smile and said “See, I told you they knew where we were.” and then added “But I think we’re going to jail”.
We were both relieved as the agent turned onto another dirt road and eventually stopped the car.
We could see Dave and Dad standing near the cabin. As the agent opened the door for us to exit the car, he asked Dave “Do these two belong to you”? Dave answered in the affirmative and then both talked in private for about 15 minutes.
We learned several things that afternoon. Chip and I had no hunting license or permit (strike one), As minors it was illegal for us to be in possession of a firearm (strike two). We were on the reservation when he picked us up which, as non members of the tribe, hunting and possession were again, both illegal (strike three).
As the car pulled away, Dad asked Dave if he knew that guy. First he glanced at Dad and in a rather subdued voice responded “yea, …I know him”. Dave then looked at the two of us and after a short pause said “When I said “Bring something back”, I didn’t mean my boss”. I think it was the unpaid part of the two week 'vacation' that didn't really excite him.
On a good note, Dad later applied for Tribal membership and was accepted because his great grandmother on the Bendry side was a full blooded Chippewa. He could then hunt and fish on the reservation any time he pleased. NO LICENSE OR PERMIT NEEDED.
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I remember sitting behind Jamee in Spanish class. I asked her for a date for/with Chip. She said “Have him call me at 7:15” knowing that she had already told another guy to call her at 7:00.
Not knowing that detail at the time, I delivered the message and told Chip he was golden. Why else would she want him to call. (Now the rest of this story was relayed to me by Chip.)
Chip called at 7:15. Jamee then told him no because she had agreed to go out with someone else because he had called 15 minutes earlier. We never did figure out her logic of that moment. (Jamee may or may not have something to add)
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However the most memorable story for me centers around a pickup truck named ‘Patty’.
Bryan Adams had just gotten his first real six string. Bought it at the five and dime. Played it ’til his fingers bled. Was the summer of ’69.
My Dad, on the other hand, was owner/operator of Jim Stahl & Sons Landscape Maintenance. And by then owned a fleet of vehicles and equipment that included a 1952 Chevy pickup, otherwise known as ‘Patty’.
I was 14 and had just come home from a job with Chip. He said he needed to make a phone call, then we would leave for the next job. I asked if I could practice driving. He said yes but stay on the driveway.
I imagine he was thinking more about the call than what could possibly go wrong.
Our driveway was large and wide in the back because of the large unattached garage. But along the side of the house, where the tree stood it was just barely wide enough to fit a truck from bumper to bumper with maybe 4 to 6 inches to spare. (Someone will wonder, that’s an odd way to measure distance, how would he know that).
When he came bounding down the stairs from the house, after his call, he had a very puzzled look on his face as he asked “Where’s the truck.” I really didn’t want to tell him, so I just pointed but then said “behind you.”
Now as he turned around and I was no longer able to see his face, I said in a very firm voice “It is on the driveway!" I can also, only imagine the expression on his face, possibly contorted in a manner in which most people would believe impossible.
I say that with complete confidence because as he turned around he saw 'Patty' was parked bumper to bumper and perfectly centered between the house and the tree. Now I will admit Chip’s effort to extract 'Patty' from her very unusual parking spot was valiant, to say the least, but alas, it was not to be.
Now his problem was two-fold. We had several other jobs scheduled for that afternoon that we would not be able to get to, which put our work schedule behind. That would cause problems for the rest of the week.
But that was minor to the problem of telling Dad . Chip was nervous, I knew it, so I tried to change the subject. Then in the most apologetic voice I could muster I simply said "I thought you said parallel parking was hard".
For this audience the rest of that conversation will depend upon your imagination.
Well as surprised as Chip was, I’m know for sure my Dad was even more shocked when he pulled into the driveway and saw 'Patty'. Still perfectly centered bumper to bumper between the house and the tree. I did not witness his expression either, but am fairly certain it too, was contorted in an extremely similar manner as Chip's.
It took Dad hours to free 'Patty' from between the two. The most gripping aspect of the entire episode to Chip and Dad was how I got the damn thing in there in the first place.
THAT WILL FOREVER REMAIN MY SECRET!!!
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There is however, one story that neither Chip nor I could ever confirm nor deny, but was assured by both Mom and Dad, that it did in fact occur.
Chip and I were arguing and swearing at each other in our bedroom after we had gone to bed. It had gotten so loud that, as usual when we fought, Dad only hit 3 of the 16 steps necessary to reach the upstairs landing. He then turned on the hall light and stood in the door to our room.
As we continued to argue Mom heard Dad laughing hysterically. She immediately climbed the stairs to see why he was laughing so hard. As she reached the landing she said Jim, what is so funny?
He replied, "Look for yourself". Mom stepped in the doorway, stared for a moment and then realized we were both sound asleep.
We heard about it the next day. Mom and Dad wanted to know what we were arguing about. We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We had no idea what they were talking about. (Now I can’t verify for Chip but I know I still talk in my sleep now and then).
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Our worst disagreement ended when I threw him through the living room window…and obviously he did survive, but that is a story for another time.
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Shannon Plane posted a condolence
Thursday, July 20, 2023
It’s my birthday and all I can do is mourn tomorrow is Father’s Day and you died this week so unexpectedly and now I don’t have a Father to celebrate. I just saw and talked to you because I was leaving for my birthday to Hawaii and we were going to celebrate together when I got back but I didn’t want you to have to wait for your new deck of baseball cards. It still doesn’t feel real. We always have this great debate who is more important when my birthday landed on Father’s Day. I was born because of you but you were a Father because of me. I waited to post or even say any of this out loud because I don’t want it to be real. I’ve been reflecting on you and how everyone knows you as Coach Stahl and there were so many more layers to who you are. You changed lives of so many kids and I remember you recently telling me that nothing mattered more than being on the field with your son. You didn’t think Cullen needed you as much at every practice because he found his way and you didn’t feel as useful because you couldn’t field the balls or hit the balls like you use too. You are so proud and still get the greatest joy being on that field with him. What maybe people don’t know is my whole life mom always saying “you’re just like your father” and you telling me that the first born holds a special place in your heart that no one can touch. I thank God you saw me graduate with my Doctorate degree and I remember sitting in that hotel with just you and mom talking about the relm of it all. I knew you were proud of me that day. You were a big brother and adored your siblings. You just told me that story about Uncle Frank and what a good basketball player he was and how he always followed you around. You were happy that day talking about him. You took great pride being their leader and it was your first real leadership role. You were happy you just met with Dotti, Roxi and Chuck and sat at the table for hours reminiscing and missed that Mike and Frank weren’t there. You said that was a great night. I remember all the stories on Cook Street and your many adventures as a child with Bucket and many other friends. I won’t forget your great car accident and how you guys were in the wrong town visiting girlfriends when they called grandpa about the accident. God saved you guys that day for sure. I remember how you were an Alter Boy and would sit and eat the host before service. You love ice skating and hockey but we all know nothing compares to your love for baseball. You still have your skates from your glory days and we never missed a chance to find a rink and skate. Your hero is Grandpa Frank and you were always proud to share your Italian heritage and all the life lessons he taught you. You made the best Braciole. I’m so thankful we made it together not that long ago one last time so i can master it in the red sauce like you. You never ate sauce out of jar and always had that bread to dip and test the sauce as it simmered for 8 hours. Grandpa Frank was the one that showed you the values of being a great grandfather. I remember how you said you ran away to grandma Bea’s house when you were mad as a kid and you loved her so. Grandpa and Grandma loved you and taught you how to be organized, responsible, and dependable. You did that well and never disappointed anyone. I can’t stop thinking about meeting mom when she was in high school and letting her take your corvette where she proceeded to leave it the mall and the stereo system get stolen. You’re still bitter. You had a lifelong love for her and I know you just want her taken care of more than anything else. You worked at that full service gas station right after school and taught me how to wash my window. There is a specific order that must be done for it to be right. You majored in English Literature in College and loved Shakespeare (so weird) and Lord of the Rings before being drafted to the Army and changing paths. We lived in Italy away from family and all I remember is you guys always had music on. All our home movies where mom was suppose to be recording you playing so you could perfect your technique but she was at the park filming me and my brother. I remember you going to school and earning your business degree. You would sit and do homework and mail it off because there were no computers. You’re a total spreadsheet nerd and love numbers. You balance your bank statement every month to the penny and would sit for hours till you found that last penny. You loved being a Health Care Administrator for so many years. You always had the lowest turnover rate because your employees stayed and loved working for you. You connected with so many residents and there were so many that touched your heart. You got a lot of joy from them and their families. You did a lot of business meetings on the golf course and I remember how much you and Bob use to play. You and Bob traveled the world and you loved him and Rebecca so much. You were able to leave that behind and move over to Coast to Coast full time and that never felt like a job to you. Anytime I struggled in life you took me to an empty ball field and we would talk it out for hours. Nothing better than the quiet of a field to find your strength. “A ballpark at night is more like a church than a church." ~Field of Dreams. It always put things into perspective. I learned to drive at the baseball field. I remember all the long trips from Sierra Vista to Havasu and we would be laying in the back of the van in sleeping bags while you listen to baseball games on the radio. It’s still my favorite way to hear a game. We went to baseball tournaments all summer and that was our family vacations. You were really sad when you couldn’t play any longer and moved into coaching but it is your legacy. Even in healthcare you provided coaching to employees and residents and so many families. You were their light during dark times. You’re the biggest reader and can spend hours in any bookstore or museum. I don’t know how I will find the strength to go into Barnes and Noble again but how can I stay away. Besides a baseball field it was your favorite place. Cappuccino, blueberry scone and a book store. I can smell the new pages turning. We would send pictures and be jealous when the other one got to be there. You have read every single baseball book written but also loved Sue Grafton and treasure your autographed books. You love John Wayne, the Lone Ranger, and Clint Eastwood westerns, Somewhere in Time, Love Story, and Brian’s Song always made you cry. Lou Gehrig was your favorite player and Pride of the Yankees always gets you, “today I am the luckiest man alive”. Thanksgiving will never be the same as we watched The Wizard of Oz every single year. I won’t forgot how you were at your friends house as a kid and they had a colored tv and you were so shocked it changed to color. I think that one ranks with the Field of Dreams. You love snow globes and have so many. Something about the flakes of snow dancing around in the water was magical and your favorite way to see snow. I won’t forget how you just told me and mom about traveling with grandpa for that summer of baseball tryouts and that last day grandpa asked you for a glove and you played catch with him as the sun went down. Field of Dreams was more than a movie to you. You loved Three Amigos and I will always hear you say “look over here” and laugh hysterically. You love Monk and Big Bang Theory. You love the classic radio shows and Dark Shadow was your favorite. You were so happy they brought that channel to Sirius radio. You thought you could be in a rock band and I will always hear you sing “O won’t you stay” in that high pitched voice. You were a ride or die Beatles fan and George Harrison is your favorite and of course Layla was your favorite song. You like burnt toast, no sugar in your kool-aid and those Arnold Palmers. You love being a God Father to Amiee and use to walk around saying “I am the God Father”. When I was 18 years old and pregnant with Brittney, you hugged me and said it would be ok. You knew things and I could always count on that strength. She was the first born granddaughter and the apple of your eye for so many years. You were also so proud of Mandy and her recent Nursing School graduation. I’m happy you saw that. You loved the girls so much and then came Layla and Connor as great grandkids. They are your greatest love. You love Daniel, David, and Tre. You were a hero to them and guided them in life with all your wisdom that set them on the right path. You changed their lives and taught them so much about family. If I had to pick the biggest life lesson you taught us over and over: Education is the most powerful thing you will ever do for yourself. I can say that we all did that for you. Second was never speak when you’re mad. Walk away and say I need a few days. Reflection brings clarity and you will manage to make your points clearly without all the emotion. You don’t want to say sorry because you said the wrong thing when you know you’re right. I use to hate those days of silence and the worry of what you would say but you never failed. Take accountability for your actions. You made mistakes. You were not perfect and reminded us that you were human after all. How you handled those mistakes is what defines your character. When grandpa died you quoted the Last Samurai in his Eulogy and ended it by saying “I will miss our conversations”. Those words have never been so powerful and make my stomach drop with a sinking feeling that won’t go away. I mourn the conversations we won’t have again. You are brilliant and always had the right words for every situation. We are taking you to the Field of Dreams to spread your ashes in October just like you wanted (how is this something I even have to plan or say). You are my hero and I will always remember that your legacy lives on through all of us. “Any game becomes important when you know and love the players." ~Field of Dreams~
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Jamee Stahl posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
I'd only been dating Chip for a month. We were sitting on the couch at his grandma Bee's talking about when we would see each other again. I said, it's my birthday next week so I'll have to see what my plans are. He said, it was his birthday the next week too. Of course, when we both said May 25th we thought each of us was lying. Even when he asked his grandma when it was I thought she was lying. It took us showing our driver's licenses to prove, yes indeed we did have the same birth date. Of course, for fifty years it always was well it was my birthday first vs it was my birthday last. So sad all those silly things back then dancing through my mind now never knowing how all I would want is just one more birthday with him!
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Allison Stahl posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
Best uncle! Don't tell the others but he was always someone I can count on to encourage me to purse my dreams. I love you so much Uncle Chip.
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Jessica Aston posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
One of my favorite memories of Chip was when he Darl coached with Chip and coach K. I had small children running around. He would look up from what he was doing and give me a big smile and nod. It was just a small thing but it meant so much to this young mama. I loved seeing him at the grace arts plays, too.
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Bree Burger posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
Carmel frappachino with no whip venti dragonfly drink.I will miss seeing my favorite customers face everyday.
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Roger Burger posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
Chip always made room for me in the dugout even though I probably was better outside the dugout. He also made my daughter Bre feel so special each day at starbucks.
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Tyler Aston posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
Coach teaching me a quicker and fundimental batting adjustment and tlaking about playing softball against the king and his court during practice.
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Dan Aston posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
From the moment I stepped on the field to coach baseball Chip took me aside and mentored me. I always knew I had an advocate and friend with Chip.
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Emma Aston posted a condolence
Saturday, July 15, 2023
I am Mr.Stahl's student and he talked about "Mr. Chip" and their thanksgiving traditions often. I hope they always remember and the next few years our extra special.
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Mary Niermann-Haak posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 11, 2023
Chip's smile always made me grin!
Thank you, Chip.
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Larry Kiszczak posted a condolence
Monday, July 10, 2023
To a great friend and coach…my varsity assistant from 1992 until I retired in 2015…He will be remembered as helping when a state baseball runner up in 1992 led to state championships in 1993 and 1995. Glad to have shared those memorable years with Chip.
Coach K Lake Havasu High
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Jamee posted a condolence
Saturday, July 8, 2023
I met Chip at a party when I was a junior in high school. He had just gotten a brand new camero, and I went with him and a friend to go buy cigarettes. He ended up taking me home that night and well the rest is history. He would let me take him to work and I’d have his car the rest of the day. Yep he was totally in love with me to give me his brand new stick shift car that I didn’t even know how to drive every day! He realized his mistake when his sister, Dotti and I had his car at the mall and the stereo was stolen out of it. I remember the first ball game I went to see him play in. He went around those bases faster than anyone I’d ever seen or ever would see again. Of course, he also got thrown out of more games than anyone I knew. Even when he coached he’d get thrown out because he ALWAYS had to have the last word, and he was ALWAYS right. On the rare occasion he was not right, I’d say wait let me get the calendar out and mark that, then we’d both laugh. He was late for our wedding because he and Bob Hubbard had been snowmobiling and it ran out of gas. No cellphones back then! He loved to read and that’s one thing that his kids, grandkids and great grandkids all love to do too. His Christmas present to them was always books. He loved the Beatles and Eric Clapton, Layla being his favorite, Elvis Presley’s I can’t help falling in love with you, but HATED country. He loved collecting baseball cards and spent all his free time putting them all on the computer. He loved Lou Gehrig and had so many pictures of him. He loved John Wayne because his dad did. Who was Chip the person though? Was he perfect no, but we all thought he was, mostly HE thought he was! He was the person that when one of his residents wife came in crying that it was their 50TH wedding anniversary, he went out and bought her flowers and a card and said these are from your husband if he could. Or the person that when one kid on the team couldn’t afford a baseball glove he went out and bought one for him. Or the person that bought a rabbits foot for a kid that had no self confidence for luck. He was the person that fought for his residents when corporate only cared about money. Or the person that worked knowing he shouldn’t because he wasn’t that guy that just called in and quit. He was the person that never went to self check outs because that was taking away some persons job. He loved his kids and was so so proud of each and everyone of them. He was the papa that did whatever the kids wanted him to do. Play tea or Barbie’s or restaurant or just sitting in the hall pretending they were at the park. Always patient! Always loving. He went to their games, concerts, recitals, and plays. He was the person that was loved by many and will be greatly missed. He’s the person that I have loved for 53 years and I will miss our conversations every day till I die. He’s the person that without him life is going to be unbearable, but I am so blessed and thankful that he was in all of our lives. Chip had been to Field of Dreams many times and watched the movies countless times. He always believed that there was a heaven and that’s what life for him will be like. So, on October 8th we are spreading his ashes at the Field of Dreams where he can play baseball 24/7 and he can finally be at peace. HE DID IT HIS WAY EVEN AT THE END! I love you Chip❤️
I hope you can help us celebrate his life on July 15TH at 11:00 at Lady of the Lake. Also, anyone that can come to Fields of Dreams In Iowa on October 8th is welcome. Maybe we can watch him play a game and walk into the corn fields on his way to heaven!
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Jamee Stahl posted a condolence
Saturday, July 1, 2023
JAMES DOUGLAS “CHIP” STAHL JR.
Born in Southern California in 1952, moved to north eastern Illinois and lived with his grandparents until his father was discharged from the Marine Corps during the Korean War.
His family moved to Lake Havasu in 1972 and Chip moved back permanently in 1981. Prior to his move back to Havasu he spent eight years in the Army, six of which were spent living in Naples, Italy.
Married to his high school sweetheart in 1971, they have lived happily for 53 years. Two children, a daughter Shannon a registered nurse and son Cullen a high school teacher and baseball coach both living here in Lake Havasu. Two granddaughters Brittney and Amanda, also both living here in Lake Havasu and two great grandchildren, Layla, 9 and Connor who is just 8.
Chip began his career, after discharge from the Army, working at the Havasu Regional Hospital as the Business Manager for three years before transferring to the Parker Community Hospital with a position of Assistant Controller. He became the first permanent Administrator of the Havasu Nursing Center after spending three years in Parker.
While at the Havasu Nursing Center, Chip was given further corporate responsibilities of “trouble shooting” several other nursing homes that were in financial or regulatory crises, where he became somewhat of an expert in that field and was certified as a Preceptor for Skilled Nursing Facility Licensed Administrators. From there he was recruited to become the Administrator of Silver Ridge Village, a Skilled Nursing Facility in Bullhead City where he spent the next ten years, ultimately becoming the Chief Operating Officer of the Western Arizona Regional Medical Center and Silver Ridge Village.
In 1998 Chip was contacted by Prestige Assisted Living about overseeing the construction and startup of the Prestige Assisted Living facility on Smoketree Ave. He became the first Manager and then a corporate Senior Manager within the Prestige family.
Chip left the Prestige fold, in 2001, to open his own business, Coast to Coast Athletics where he recruited and coached high school and younger baseball players to travel the world. Chip has coached teams in Australia, Puerto Rico, Italy, Germany, France, Belgium, The Netherlands and in 49 of the 50 United States (all but Rhode Island).
But after 15 years of traveling the globe he has returned to his most favorite position, here at Prestige of Lake Havasu. Chip was quoted as saying “I feel like I made a difference in the lives of many players, helping them get to the college and professional baseball levels. But, I always felt my most rewarding career was being with the seniors at Prestige. I’m thrilled at the possibility of being able to return.”
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Teri Romer posted a condolence
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Such a great guy and coach. My son played baseball for him at the high school and we went to Puerto Rico with his Coast to Coast baseball team.
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Cory Quinn posted a condolence
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Rip coach! One of my favorites on and off the field! You will be missed!
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Cory Linnenkamp posted a condolence
Saturday, July 1, 2023
RIP Coach. Great man and a baseball encyclopedia. My love to the Stahl family.
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Mike Kupfer posted a condolence
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Dear friend of 40 years of baseball will be missed. Also was a great golf partner and player
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I’m dead papa. I’m dead papa. ~Layla
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Amanda Robert posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
I will cherish my memories with you for the rest of my life. You spent countless hours of your life shaping me into the person I am today. The biggest lesson you taught me in my life is to stand up for what is right, even if that means standing alone. You never hesitated dropping what you had going on to help me anytime I need help, as you did for everyone who needed you. I will keep your memory alive forever. I love you forever Papa.
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Steve Painton posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
Us hitting our 2nd place softball trophies into the river on our way back from a tournament in Phoenix. Just hanging with this great guy was awesome.
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Linda Welch posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
I meant Chip playing softball at Sara Park.
He played men's Softball on teams with many of my other friends and we played coed together on several of the co-ed teams in Lake Havasu. We always had a great time.
Chip was always kind, fun and was a hell of a good ball player!
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Sandy King posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
Chip Stahl met my husband James King in August 2001 for a trip to Germany and France. It was James’s first trip to Europe and was the most amazing trip. James and Chip became really good friends and traveled for the next nearly twenty years with coast to coast - Europe, Australia, Puerto Rico, Hawaii, and all the travel in the US for tryout camps. Then the camps in Florida and Arizona. The talks they would have about music, stopping at every Bob Evans or iHop they came across. When they were in France Chip introduced Crapes to James and boy did these guys love desserts and sweets. I joined James and Chip in New York and we went to Coopers-town and then we went to Niagara Falls. It was really so amazing and Chip didn’t mind me shopping he and James would sit outside the shops in Coopers-town and saw the likes of several pro baseball players in town for the inductees to the Hall of Fame. I do think James and Chip had more fun traveling in the car because they liked the same kind of music and talked baseball all day long. They went to Field of Dreams twice and even drove out to the crash site of Buddy Holly. I can honestly say that Chip meant a lot to James and they had a great friendship. It’s something they both died of heart attacks. They both had big hearts and loved their families and will forever be remembered.❤️
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Valerie Day Fail posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
Peter and I met Chip at least 30 years ago when he came to Australia with Baseball and He stayed at our house with us He has been our Loving Friend all these years and We were so happy to be with him on Facebook and to see Him when we have visited our daughter Rebecca and Bob when we came to America we Miss Our Loving Friend so much
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Kevin Ritter posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
One of my best friends. Spent countless hours on the ballfield and traveling with him. What I will remember most is he seemed happy every time I called....and we talked almost every day for nearly 20 years. He'll never know how many times I called just because I needed to hear that.
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Dave Burkett posted a condolence
Thursday, June 29, 2023
I remember Chip bought a 1963 Chevy Impala when we were seniors. Car bodies rusted in those days. This car needed a paint job. I believe Earl Scheib would paint cars for $29.95 (maybe $49.95), whatever, it was cheap. We decided to paint the car with cans of spray paint. Yep! Regular ole spray paint cans. Aside from a few runs here and there, it turned out pretty nice. I'm guessing Jamee got her first kiss from Chip in that backseat. What memories we had back then. When life was simpler. Then, unfortunately, Chip was in a car I was driving when I rolled through a stop sign. We were all seriously injured. I should have died. At times, I wish I had been killed. I lived with the mental anguish from that accident my entire life. Chip survived with some injuries. I could never forgive myself for that night. And now Chip has passed. I am struggling with this. It should have been me. Chip was the BEST. Taken way too soon. I'm thankful for our childhood memories. Love you Jamee!
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Janice McDaniel posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
Our family first met Chip and his son Cullen in the summer of 1992. We were opening up a laundromat on Kiowa.
Chip had received our son, Paul Baker's transcript from his former high school that he attended. Chip was there to ask if he could take Paul with him and his son, Cullen, to go throw a few and get in some practice.
We had never met these people, but yet we knew that our son would be in good hands.
My son, Paul Baker became the best of friends with Chip and Cullen and remained so all of these years.
This is a man that will be sorely missed by so many people and we are grateful for all that he taught Paul. Rest in peace Chip, knowing that you left such an impact on so many peoples lives.
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Sarah Stinnett posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
May the life lessons and wisdom imparted by Chip, the dearly departed, continue to guide us in our respective journeys. His exemplary mentorship shaped many careers - a testament of his tough yet fair disposition. He was indeed a beacon of guidance and his memories forever leave imprints on our lives. May he rest in serene tranquility.
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larry micca posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
I had the pleasure of being a friend of Chip's for almost 15 years and I had the honor of working with Chip on 2 sperate occasions at Prestige and also at Highgate in Prescott. If you have worked with Chip you know he always had a prop (or a "security blanket" some might say) with him during staff meetings. Everyone who knew Chip he was the biggest Baseball I have ever met so he was very comfortable carrying a bat with him during staff meetings. During staff meeting he would tell baseball stories using his bat as a prop to tell us what type of "boss" he is and how he manages his "team". He always told me we are a team and he is not the boss but a part of the team. He was a very wise man.
To show that he was a team player, in February 2019 Prescott had the worst snowstorm in 27 years, we were working together shoveling snow all day for 2 days, he piled up so fast we were shoveling in circles. My wife Terri, who worked with us, kept bringing out out hot chocolate for both of us to keep us warm. Again, a team player. But as a boss he purchased t-shirts for the entire staff saying "We Survived" the blizzard of 2019. A very compassionate me indeed.
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Daniel Plane posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
I always looked forward to coming home off the road and having lunch with Chip. He was easy to talk to and always had time to listen. For the last few years, he has been driving me to and from the airport, so we had a lot of time to share our thoughts and tell stories. We would ride our motorcycles just to go to lunch and talk. The last story he told me was about how he literally passed Latin in his sleep. So his senior year in school, he had to take a foreign language and didn't want to, so he didn't sign up for one. Well, that didn't fly, so the school enrolled him in one, and because it's a Catholic school, they gave him Latin. He wasn't impressed. It turns out he wasn't very good at it and was failing the class. He couldn't remember nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc. At some point, his mom thought her son was possessed and needed an Exorcism. It was at this point Chip had my full attention. I was no longer eating my lunch. So the story goes, Chip was talking in his sleep, and it wasn't English. So one night, his mom decided to record him while he slept, and she took it to the head of the school to see if Chip was possessed. That's when they realized he was speaking Latin in his sleep. He was reciting the nouns and adverbs and so on in his sleep. So now the teacher is aware that Chip understands the material and gives him a test to see what he knows. He bombed the test and can't remember any of it. Well, we all know Chip was an athlete, and if you're not passing, you don't play. The team wanted him to play. So his mom continued to record him in his sleep and would take the recordings to the school, and they would apply his recordings to the test. It allowed Chip to pass Latin, and, more importantly, it allowed him to play ball. So while most people say I can do that in my sleep, it's a figure of speech but not Chip; he literally passed Latin in his sleep. I'm going to miss our talks, Chip Thanks for being an ear to bend, and thanks for never judging me. I'll keep the bike shined up and fueled for you.
~Heroes Get Remembered, but Legends Never Die~
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Theresa Micca posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
My favorite memory of Chip, was sharing our love of licorice and coffee together !
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Nancy Perry posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
Chip was our Executive Director at Highgate Senior Living for a short time. We really apprecated his time with us. One of the things I remember was when we had a conference down in the Phoenix area. I was one of the department heads that went with Chip to that conference. Chip was fun to be around and all of our team members really liked him as their boss. I have many fond memories of him telling stories about baseball. We are really saddened to hear of his passing. He was a good friend and will really be missed.
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Guy Keehn posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
After a long time thinking if I should share this memory I decided why not. It was in November, a Saturday night our senior year at LHS. There was a basketball game that night and afterwards a big get together dance at the high school. 5 of us decided what a great idea to have someone get us some beer so we could go to the dance happy…It was Chip, myself and 3 of our best buddies. I (unfortunately) was the driver that night and the boys told me to park behind the church out on Winchester Rd , it was in the middle of nowhere and we could drink our beer and go to the dance no worries. Welllll, literally in 1 minute the squad pulls next to us and we are “arrested “. The officer hauls us to the Libertyville police office and we are in the slammer. They new all of our families and unbeknownst to us they contacted our parents, told them what happened but they were not pressing charges. One by one our parents came to pick us up and take us home. Chip and I were the last 2 left… our parents let us sit there until about 11:30 pm. Needless to say we became legends in our own minds…we used to reminisce about this and laugh so hard…RIP Chip, you will be missed.
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Brittney Delgado posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
Brittney says, one of my most fond memories of papa is watching the Phoenix coyotes together. For many years we watched the whole game together and when we weren’t in the same house we would call each other and do as many “howls” as it took to count the goals they had gotten. I remember going to the hockey games with Cullen and papa. One time we had front row seats and my most favorite player, Keith Tkachuk, hit the glass right in front of us. Papa took me to meet Shane Doan and get my jersey signed by him.
I remember papa picking me up from school and taking me to his storage shed and we would fold and sort coast to coast shirts for hours. He would give me a spreadsheet and make me count each size and color of shirts. I loved playing with the bins and helping him unload the boxes into ups.
Papa use to take me to the high school games and I would run around the field. After a while he started teaching me to keep score.
Papa always says that soccer isn’t a real sport even though Connor’s favorite sport is soccer.
He was so happy that Layla was playing softball again and was looking forward to getting on the field to help her learn to catch.
Each Halloween Cullen and papa would make me dump out my candy on the ground and we would pick out our favorites.
Every single year on Thanksgiving we would watch Wizard of Oz on TBS and in later years I got a text each morning when it would be on.
Your heart was as pure as gold, like last year when you had a kid on your team who had no confidence in himself and you bought a rabbit foot for him to keep in his pocket. Boy were you so happy when he finally got a hit! Or the time you bought a glove for the kid who couldn’t afford one. The many many gloves you restrung and broke in for kids. The games you got kicked out of, like the umpire who kicked you out and then you saw him getting a hair cut. You were the best first base coach and I can hear you saying “atta boy” You loved double bubble and bought it by the gallon and would hide your tobacco in it.
One time you were so thirsty and wanted a drink of Cullens drink and he gave you a tiny capful of Gatorade and it made you laugh how much he was like grandma.
You kept the tradition of supporting St Jude’s just like your dad did.
You would spend hours sitting at grandma and grandpas table talking with grandpa so that he would never feel alone. You liked to walk there because after all you were an athlete and needed your exercise.
You loved McDonalds cheeseburgers and egg McMuffins.
One time we flew is Washington and you and I ate at Outback four nights in a row. I thought I would never eat another steak again.
Montana Steakhouse was a tradition with your parents and you never really went again after they passed away.
You loved Lake Havasu because of the warm weather and your perfect temperature was 90 degrees, anything under 90 required a sweatshirt.
You liked mincemeat pie and no one understood why.
Grandma made your favorite peach pie.
You never took the proper amount of insulin and we always worried because you were the worst diabetic ever!
You were so happy we chose Layla for our daughters name because it was after your favorite song.
The song over the rainbow always made you cry.
Your favorite Christmas movie was Miracle on 34th street.
Your favorite priest as a kid was Father Charlie, you use to hide from the nuns behind the school poles so you didn’t have to go into mass. The nuns would see you and say “now get in here Chip” You loved serving at 6:30 am mass because Father Charlie was really quick. You also loved that he played football with you guys in the court yard.
You always made sure we were taken care of and helped with many school papers, projects, and tests. Our biggest cheerleader. You are so much to so many people, but these are a few of my favorite memories.
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Connor Delgado posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
Connor said, my favorite thing is about papa is that he always comes to my games and plays games with me. I liked sleeping at his house and playing restaurant and server with him. I like waking papa up on Christmas morning by jumping and yelling. Papa always took me to the candy store and let me buy whatever I wanted. He always bought me books.
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Layla Delgado posted a condolence
Monday, June 26, 2023
Layla says, my favorite thing about papa is that he did anything I wanted. Papa would come with me to the computer room and teach me to type and print things I liked. One time papa helped me create a menu for mine and Connor’s restaurant and he also helped create an end of the year countdown. Papa let me do tattoos on him and he played dress up. I love playing the kissing game with papa at I hop.
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I will cherish my memories with you for the rest of my life. The biggest lesson you taught me in my life is to stand up for what is right, even if that means standing alone. You never hesitated dropping what you had going on to help me anytime I need help, as you did for everyone who needed you. I will keep your memory alive forever. I love you Papa. See you on the other side.
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David Delgado posted a condolence
Sunday, June 25, 2023
James Douglas Stahl aka Chip. Memories of you will live in us all but my favorite memory of you was the day that I met you. Little did I know that from that day forward you would be a big part of my life! Love and respect grew and grew as well as my love for you. Conversations to stories to advice that you gave me shaped me and you will be missed dearly. Thank you papa till we meet again I love you! Your grandson David Delgado.
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David Crandall Posted Jun 25, 2023 at 4:25 PM
Chip and I were on the same football team at Libertyville high School! We returned kickoffs and one time Chip return the kick off 74 yards but was tackled on the 2-yard line! It should have been his touchdown, but I punched it in after that! Just recently, Oh let's say about 50 years since that happened I thanked Chip for the easy touchdown! He said you're welcome! :) He is a great guy! God bless my friend! Say "hi" to Jesus for me!
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My favorite thing about papa is that anything I needed he did, my whole life. I love you.
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Angela Walker posted a condolence
Sunday, June 25, 2023
My best memories of you were walking the Hall of Silver Ridge Village with your classic polyester pants. On the serious side, how much you loved your family and how devoted you were!! I appreciate all you have done for me!
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