Marcia:
Another
Dadaism. "Cheaters always win ". So win at all cost even if you have
to cheat lol. My son Jared has adopted that philosophy from dad. Lol all
our kids say Jared always wins because , if need be he cheats, just
like grandpa Bodine! Lol.
Bill:
Heather met Dad when he came into Pizza Hut with Mark and Lora. She remembers him pulling out his wallet, showing Sharon's picture and saying, "This is my Big, Fat wife". When Heather protested that comment, he said simply, "Well that's what she calls herself". That was a typical Dadism, we knew he didn't mean it as a slam, just one of his things.
Marcia:
"Dad 'teased' ALOT ! Taken out of context his words could sound rude. But he was always laughing and making people laugh. If someone was hungry dad was one of the first to make sure they had food. If they were cold he was one of the first to make sure they had wood to burn in their stoves, ask Rhonda, she would be the first to tell you how dad saved her and her families lives in a time of great need! He did have a thing about " my big ole fat wife" but he only made that remark about beautiful women who at a glance you could see he was teasing !"
Bill:
We have laughed a bunch of times about when his neighbor moved in next door. Dad being the ever gracious neighbor, called over to her one day saying, "Lady, if that Dog bites me, we're going to have words!!!". Welcome to the neighborhood, "Lady".
Tiffany Walker:
"There
is one word that makes me smile when I think of Uncle Bill and that is "Seabee's". My kids heard stories from Uncle Bill and he would
say.... When I was in the "Seabee's"...... My kids when they were
younger truly believed that Uncle Bill served in the "Seabee's".
Bill:
It seemed that his favorite compliment for a well cooked meal, was that it was: "muy sloperichi"
Bill:
Help, someone is going to know the right quote or how to say/spell it, but the one foreign phrase he liked to say was something like:
"Buzi nizi mizi moku maughn". I have no idea what language it was, but I think he thought it was legit.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Random Memories....
Marcia:
Marcia was remembering the other day that Dad liked a neatly set table. In fact if possible, he wanted the table to be set all day long, however, if that was not possible he at least wanted the table set properly at meal time. I guess the Sawmill broke him of that desire:)
Bill:
Marcia reminded me that when Dad was in the Seminary/Institute program he was knows as Bill 'Tech' Bodine. I guess he took church ball pretty serious and was always getting technical fouls and being ejected from games.
Marcia:
Dad loved westerns, you are right Clint Eastwood and John Wayne were two of his favorite . He loved the white hat black hat type. Where it was obvious who was the good guy and who was the bad. The scene in the John Wayne movie McCintock ( may be a mis spell) where they had the big fight in the mud puddle with the Indians made him laugh till tears ran down his face. My favorite movie is Quigley down Under. I think that is because it is the last western I saw with him. He loved "Paint Your Wagon" and "Cat Ballou". It had a drunk horse leaning against the barn. I remember loving watch him laugh and loving life!
Marcia:
Do you know he got into long bike rides at one time. We lived in San Diego (I was in the 5th grade ) he rode to Andrews Air Force base and he was so tired he had to call mom to come pick them up and take them back home. Lol
Bill:
I remember going on a least one really long motorcycle ride with Dad on our Honda 175cc. It might not have been that long, but as a 12 year old, he let me drive and it seemed like we drove for ever. It was the greatest.
Marcia:
Dad went to school to get a solo air plane license . Don't know if he ever finished . He was not good at math and that was very hard for him. So I don't know if he ever got his private pilot license. But he did try! Not afraid of most anything, but never arrogant , always humble!
Bill:
I remember him going to pilot school as well. When I got home from my mission, he and I studied for a while to get our Real Estate licenses. Neither one of us studied enough and when we went to take the test, we both failed. Who knows, maybe we could have been Real Estate tycoons.
Bill:
There are people that have to always being doing something. Even if it is just fidgeting in place. The Dad I remember was NOT one of those people. I think that is what made him so comfortable for me. That's why 3 hour rides to Scottsdale each week were enjoyable. If he went to the mall shopping, he was content to find a bench and just wait peacefully while everyone finished their stuff. When we would go visit Dad, we didn't have to be out DOING something. We could just relax in the house and enjoy each others company. We took him on a cruise to Alaska before he died. My memory was that, while he enjoyed the excursions we did, he was just as content to sit on the deck and relax. Of course that was when he wasn't cheating at the card games we played.
Right now, Heather and I love to spend our Sunday evenings in the front yard doing nothing but enjoying each others company. I can see Dad fitting right in with that.
Bill:
Dad hated cats (not sure if the animal rights people would appreciate me putting the Dad-Cat story on the internet), but he loved Dogs. Gidget was the last dog he had. If I remember right, he spent more time petting dogs with his foot than he ever did with his hands.
Bill:
Towards the end of his life, he used to always go on walks with Gidget at the Golf course there by his house. While on the walk, he would hunt for golf balls. He had to have had hundreds of balls there at the house when he passed away. I think I only went on one of these walks with him, but these hunts must have been epic. Now, when I am in St. George with the family, we like following the same route on the Gold course that Dad would have taken. I always come back with ripped shirts, bloodied arms, backs, legs and heads and plenty of balls. Picturing Dad as a weekend 70 year old scavenging for these balls is fun. If I remember right, one of the last times he went was the time he really went deep into the brush after a ball and fell in the creek, making a bit of a dam, that runs by the Golf course. I think he was stuck there a while. That had to have been a scary ordeal. I hope that someone who has even more detail on this will elaborate.
Bill:
Like many of his generation. Dad loved Clint Eastwood movies. A no-nonsense guy in all his movies that exacted quick and decisive judgement.
Marcia was remembering the other day that Dad liked a neatly set table. In fact if possible, he wanted the table to be set all day long, however, if that was not possible he at least wanted the table set properly at meal time. I guess the Sawmill broke him of that desire:)
Bill:
Marcia reminded me that when Dad was in the Seminary/Institute program he was knows as Bill 'Tech' Bodine. I guess he took church ball pretty serious and was always getting technical fouls and being ejected from games.
Marcia:
Dad loved westerns, you are right Clint Eastwood and John Wayne were two of his favorite . He loved the white hat black hat type. Where it was obvious who was the good guy and who was the bad. The scene in the John Wayne movie McCintock ( may be a mis spell) where they had the big fight in the mud puddle with the Indians made him laugh till tears ran down his face. My favorite movie is Quigley down Under. I think that is because it is the last western I saw with him. He loved "Paint Your Wagon" and "Cat Ballou". It had a drunk horse leaning against the barn. I remember loving watch him laugh and loving life!
Marcia:
Do you know he got into long bike rides at one time. We lived in San Diego (I was in the 5th grade ) he rode to Andrews Air Force base and he was so tired he had to call mom to come pick them up and take them back home. Lol
Bill:
I remember going on a least one really long motorcycle ride with Dad on our Honda 175cc. It might not have been that long, but as a 12 year old, he let me drive and it seemed like we drove for ever. It was the greatest.
Marcia:
Dad went to school to get a solo air plane license . Don't know if he ever finished . He was not good at math and that was very hard for him. So I don't know if he ever got his private pilot license. But he did try! Not afraid of most anything, but never arrogant , always humble!
Bill:
I remember him going to pilot school as well. When I got home from my mission, he and I studied for a while to get our Real Estate licenses. Neither one of us studied enough and when we went to take the test, we both failed. Who knows, maybe we could have been Real Estate tycoons.
Bill:
There are people that have to always being doing something. Even if it is just fidgeting in place. The Dad I remember was NOT one of those people. I think that is what made him so comfortable for me. That's why 3 hour rides to Scottsdale each week were enjoyable. If he went to the mall shopping, he was content to find a bench and just wait peacefully while everyone finished their stuff. When we would go visit Dad, we didn't have to be out DOING something. We could just relax in the house and enjoy each others company. We took him on a cruise to Alaska before he died. My memory was that, while he enjoyed the excursions we did, he was just as content to sit on the deck and relax. Of course that was when he wasn't cheating at the card games we played.
Right now, Heather and I love to spend our Sunday evenings in the front yard doing nothing but enjoying each others company. I can see Dad fitting right in with that.
Bill:
Dad hated cats (not sure if the animal rights people would appreciate me putting the Dad-Cat story on the internet), but he loved Dogs. Gidget was the last dog he had. If I remember right, he spent more time petting dogs with his foot than he ever did with his hands.
Bill:
Towards the end of his life, he used to always go on walks with Gidget at the Golf course there by his house. While on the walk, he would hunt for golf balls. He had to have had hundreds of balls there at the house when he passed away. I think I only went on one of these walks with him, but these hunts must have been epic. Now, when I am in St. George with the family, we like following the same route on the Gold course that Dad would have taken. I always come back with ripped shirts, bloodied arms, backs, legs and heads and plenty of balls. Picturing Dad as a weekend 70 year old scavenging for these balls is fun. If I remember right, one of the last times he went was the time he really went deep into the brush after a ball and fell in the creek, making a bit of a dam, that runs by the Golf course. I think he was stuck there a while. That had to have been a scary ordeal. I hope that someone who has even more detail on this will elaborate.
Bill:
Like many of his generation. Dad loved Clint Eastwood movies. A no-nonsense guy in all his movies that exacted quick and decisive judgement.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Dad and Marcia
When
Darwin and I were first married and making only $400 a month ( when his
boss could afford to pay us, we lived in a little very old shack. I
wanted a quaint adorable little cottage. Dad and mom drove ten hours up
to visit . Darwin worked two jobs and was only home about 4 hours out
of every 24 hours. But Dad set to work. Dismantled all the kitchen cabinets
, painted them, reassembled them, painted the rest of the house,
wallpapered three rooms revived an old couch we rescued from the dump.
And did all he could to give me that charming little cottage of my
dreams. This will probably only really, I guess, impress those who knew that dad
was NOT a handyman. Everything he did for me that week was WAY
out of his comfort zone, but for his little girl he did it all, almost
completely by himself and never once complained about how tired he was,
how hard it was, how impossible it was. (At least not to me anyway )
maybe he did to others. Remember how many kids he moved how many times,
how many fixer uppers he help so many of us with. Dad I can never
repay!!!
A few of the peope who loved Dad....
NOTE: I pulled most of these off facebook pages. Let me know if you would like to remove or add to any of these...
Marcia:
"I think of dad every day of my life. I long for the time I get to see and talk to him again. I have never met a greater man. Love and miss you dad."
Lora:
"Thanks for that reminder I add my thanks for the blessings I have because if my dad's faithfulness"
Joi:
"Well, it's been 10 years since my father died. Some days it seems like it was just yesterday. The hurt and pain never really quite leave, but every year I think I learn just a bit more to appreciate the wonderful man that he was and the incredible influence he continues to be in my life. I love you dad!!!"
" I can be thankful for the wonderful influence he was in my life. He taught me so much and helped make me the woman I am today. Even though he is gone he still teaches me lessons every day. I love you dad!"
Sharon:
"He was the greatest man I've known. Not a day goes by that I also reach out to him. He gave me so much"
"Only a great man can love all children the same. He always talked and loved the 5 who came first but gave his all to us who came second. I was so blessed to be given such a wonderful man who loved so deeply. He was the love of my life"
Tiffany Walker:
"He was a huge example to me throughout my life. I loved going to see my Uncle Bill!! I love him, think about him and miss him everyday also!! I think about my own life and the things that I do and ask myself a lot... would uncle bill be OK with that? I have a lot of work to do!!!! But thru his example, he guides me to where I need to be in my life and I thank him for that!!!
Wilford Biggs:
" Bill, your daddy was always a very special person in my life. Just sitting and listening to him talk and tell stories. It was amazing. He could make the most ordinary event seem like a world shatteringly important happening. When he talked to you he always make your conversation seem to be the most important discussion. He could make such ordinary things seem so exciting. THANK YOU UNCLE BILL."
Dennis Miller:
"I was really lucky he was one of my best friends and the long talks we had and the smiles. He is deeply missed"
Rhonda Miller:
" How wonderful bill he is such a wonderful man and changed my life forever!!!"
Marcia:
"I think of dad every day of my life. I long for the time I get to see and talk to him again. I have never met a greater man. Love and miss you dad."
Lora:
"Thanks for that reminder I add my thanks for the blessings I have because if my dad's faithfulness"
Joi:
"Well, it's been 10 years since my father died. Some days it seems like it was just yesterday. The hurt and pain never really quite leave, but every year I think I learn just a bit more to appreciate the wonderful man that he was and the incredible influence he continues to be in my life. I love you dad!!!"
" I can be thankful for the wonderful influence he was in my life. He taught me so much and helped make me the woman I am today. Even though he is gone he still teaches me lessons every day. I love you dad!"
Sharon:
"He was the greatest man I've known. Not a day goes by that I also reach out to him. He gave me so much"
"Only a great man can love all children the same. He always talked and loved the 5 who came first but gave his all to us who came second. I was so blessed to be given such a wonderful man who loved so deeply. He was the love of my life"
Tiffany Walker:
"He was a huge example to me throughout my life. I loved going to see my Uncle Bill!! I love him, think about him and miss him everyday also!! I think about my own life and the things that I do and ask myself a lot... would uncle bill be OK with that? I have a lot of work to do!!!! But thru his example, he guides me to where I need to be in my life and I thank him for that!!!
Wilford Biggs:
" Bill, your daddy was always a very special person in my life. Just sitting and listening to him talk and tell stories. It was amazing. He could make the most ordinary event seem like a world shatteringly important happening. When he talked to you he always make your conversation seem to be the most important discussion. He could make such ordinary things seem so exciting. THANK YOU UNCLE BILL."
Dennis Miller:
"I was really lucky he was one of my best friends and the long talks we had and the smiles. He is deeply missed"
Rhonda Miller:
" How wonderful bill he is such a wonderful man and changed my life forever!!!"
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Dad and I (Bill)
- When I was in High School I was dating a girl that I found out later Dad didn't really approve of. One day I was at her house just hanging around and a knock came to the door. We opened it and Dad was standing there. He said very simply.... "I'm on my way home, you had better get there before I do!!!" I beat him home and that was the last time I spent any time with that girl.
- When I was in High School, I can't remember what instigated it, but Dad and I took a Karate class in Scottsdale. It was a bit unusual since Scottsdale is about 3 hours away from our home. So I think we only went once a week. We obviously never really got very good since, it takes a lot more work than a once a week session and neither Dad and I could touch our toes. But it was a great experience for us to do this together. The family has always laughed that we consider this a bonding experience considering that, since neither of us are talkers, we talked VERY little the whole way too and from the class.
- Even though Dad and I had a good relationship when he died, he and I almost never hugged. I think the reason goes back to when I was a kid. I remember, as a little boy, that when we would go to a game or something like together, he would take my hand as fathers do. I felt strength in his hands that I loved. As I got older, when ever I would come back into town we would shake hands rather than embrace and it reminded me of that strength that I always loved. He was a rock for me!!!
- When I was in High School, I can't remember what instigated it, but Dad and I took a Karate class in Scottsdale. It was a bit unusual since Scottsdale is about 3 hours away from our home. So I think we only went once a week. We obviously never really got very good since, it takes a lot more work than a once a week session and neither Dad and I could touch our toes. But it was a great experience for us to do this together. The family has always laughed that we consider this a bonding experience considering that, since neither of us are talkers, we talked VERY little the whole way too and from the class.
- Even though Dad and I had a good relationship when he died, he and I almost never hugged. I think the reason goes back to when I was a kid. I remember, as a little boy, that when we would go to a game or something like together, he would take my hand as fathers do. I felt strength in his hands that I loved. As I got older, when ever I would come back into town we would shake hands rather than embrace and it reminded me of that strength that I always loved. He was a rock for me!!!
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Vehicles....
Marcia:
"You know about his love for motor cycles and crazy pick up trucks. Main reason I wish I was part of the Harley side of our family is because of dad's love for bikes! I feel I have been left behind and live in another world than the rest of the family. But I can never forget how much he loved bikes and trucks, in a redneck way lol. Remember the crazy horns? Lol."
Bill:
He had an old International Scout 4x4 that was named "Mahonri Moriancmr". He carpeted every part of the inside, sides, top, etc. I think he had a custom steering wheel on every vehicle he owned. Some wood looking thing on his truck. Custom gear shifters. Always custom wheels. In his truck and Mahonri, he had a CB installed. He had huge antennas on both of them that were just for "looks". They had nothing to do with the CB's.
The truck is one that originally he bought for me when I was in High School. It was the coolest thing ever. I remember the guy he bought it from was annoyed that Dad would give it to his teenager to drive. Dad reminded him that it wasn't any of his business. I accidentally ran it dry of oil and Dad took it over and "Mex'd" it out. Pretty funny.
He had a Honda 175 when we lived in Provo and California. In St. George he had a Honda Gold Wing. About 1000cc's as a recall. He and Sharon used to love riding that around. Maybe that's part of the reason Joi, Lora and Rhonda love their bikes so much.
Marcia:
"When dad worked at AAMCO, people would sometimes abandon cars that were too old and broken down they did not think they were worth repairing. Dad saw that as an opportunity to get a car for me and Lora to drive to school. You can imagine what a pitiful site they were. We named them all. The one I remember most was named "verge" because it was always on the "verge" of either running or breaking down. We never knew which!"
"Did you ever see the old model T that dad restored? He painted it bright purple. It had a rumble seat in the back, and it could only go 40mph. So he had to sell it because it couldn't get up to the minimum speed on the freeways. He had a real love for cars and he named them all, do you remember " the Queen. Mary"? After that was a firebird and he once had a little MG. He was so big he had a hard time getting in and out of it. Once he could not get out of it, even with many hands helping. He kept laughing (to keep from crying ). When we got him out and into the house he could not stand and was down on his back for many hours. I was quite frightened by his inability to stand up. But eventually he could, and he traded for a car more his size Lol."
"You know about his love for motor cycles and crazy pick up trucks. Main reason I wish I was part of the Harley side of our family is because of dad's love for bikes! I feel I have been left behind and live in another world than the rest of the family. But I can never forget how much he loved bikes and trucks, in a redneck way lol. Remember the crazy horns? Lol."
Bill:
He had an old International Scout 4x4 that was named "Mahonri Moriancmr". He carpeted every part of the inside, sides, top, etc. I think he had a custom steering wheel on every vehicle he owned. Some wood looking thing on his truck. Custom gear shifters. Always custom wheels. In his truck and Mahonri, he had a CB installed. He had huge antennas on both of them that were just for "looks". They had nothing to do with the CB's.
The truck is one that originally he bought for me when I was in High School. It was the coolest thing ever. I remember the guy he bought it from was annoyed that Dad would give it to his teenager to drive. Dad reminded him that it wasn't any of his business. I accidentally ran it dry of oil and Dad took it over and "Mex'd" it out. Pretty funny.
He had a Honda 175 when we lived in Provo and California. In St. George he had a Honda Gold Wing. About 1000cc's as a recall. He and Sharon used to love riding that around. Maybe that's part of the reason Joi, Lora and Rhonda love their bikes so much.
Marcia:
"When dad worked at AAMCO, people would sometimes abandon cars that were too old and broken down they did not think they were worth repairing. Dad saw that as an opportunity to get a car for me and Lora to drive to school. You can imagine what a pitiful site they were. We named them all. The one I remember most was named "verge" because it was always on the "verge" of either running or breaking down. We never knew which!"
"Did you ever see the old model T that dad restored? He painted it bright purple. It had a rumble seat in the back, and it could only go 40mph. So he had to sell it because it couldn't get up to the minimum speed on the freeways. He had a real love for cars and he named them all, do you remember " the Queen. Mary"? After that was a firebird and he once had a little MG. He was so big he had a hard time getting in and out of it. Once he could not get out of it, even with many hands helping. He kept laughing (to keep from crying ). When we got him out and into the house he could not stand and was down on his back for many hours. I was quite frightened by his inability to stand up. But eventually he could, and he traded for a car more his size Lol."
Sports...
Marcia:
"He loved to snow ski and water ski. I think those plus golf were his favorite sports not watched on TV. He was a big cougar fan. When we lived in Provo he NEVER missed a BYU football game."
"When we lived in Ontario, he loved to go night skiing. He would take me, my current boyfriend, and a couple of his students, Bogus had only one night run that was lighted and dad did not know how to turn so he would go into a tuck and go straight down ! You can imagine the mogul he would make when he fell. We all started naming the moguls he made because they were so big and deep they would still be there the next time we went! Lol. He was such a fun loving man. No wonder people were drawn to him!"
Bill:
I remember skiing with him on the Mountain. Sunrise. I think that was where the chair lift hit him one day on the back of the head. Pretty bad bump as I recall.
I don't think I ever played a pickup basketball game with him, that he didn't cheat. Especially, pre-high school. Since he outweighed me, he would just throw me around and it was assumed to not be a foul, ever.
Dad didn't miss very many of my High School basketball games if he missed any. There were a lot of times, that if he couldn't find someone to run the Sawmill, he would just close it down so he could come support me.
Last time I remember Dad playing basketball was when the Sawmill first opened, we had a promotional event where the Sawmill employees and friends played against the local radio station. The whole town was invited. Pretty fun.
Dad played football and ran track in High School. In football, he was a defensive end and offensive wide receiver. I'm assuming he was pretty good. He was voted as the "Homecoming King" in high school. I played one year of football in high school. The only reason I did, since I wasn't very good, was because I knew it was Dad's thing. In track he ran the "high" hurdles. Back then they did have two different heights that people would run. Truck was a very popular sport in the communities back then. When he went to school at ASU he ran on an Intramural track team as well.
He always said that the reason he didn't play Basketball in high school, was because he thought he had skinny legs and didn't want to display them.
Dad loved Golf. He had clubs, the house was decorated with Golf stuff; he loved it. Even though, like me, he really wasn't very good at it. I've seen him break a few windows with his slices and hooks over the years.
"He loved to snow ski and water ski. I think those plus golf were his favorite sports not watched on TV. He was a big cougar fan. When we lived in Provo he NEVER missed a BYU football game."
"When we lived in Ontario, he loved to go night skiing. He would take me, my current boyfriend, and a couple of his students, Bogus had only one night run that was lighted and dad did not know how to turn so he would go into a tuck and go straight down ! You can imagine the mogul he would make when he fell. We all started naming the moguls he made because they were so big and deep they would still be there the next time we went! Lol. He was such a fun loving man. No wonder people were drawn to him!"
Bill:
I remember skiing with him on the Mountain. Sunrise. I think that was where the chair lift hit him one day on the back of the head. Pretty bad bump as I recall.
I don't think I ever played a pickup basketball game with him, that he didn't cheat. Especially, pre-high school. Since he outweighed me, he would just throw me around and it was assumed to not be a foul, ever.
Dad didn't miss very many of my High School basketball games if he missed any. There were a lot of times, that if he couldn't find someone to run the Sawmill, he would just close it down so he could come support me.
Last time I remember Dad playing basketball was when the Sawmill first opened, we had a promotional event where the Sawmill employees and friends played against the local radio station. The whole town was invited. Pretty fun.
Dad played football and ran track in High School. In football, he was a defensive end and offensive wide receiver. I'm assuming he was pretty good. He was voted as the "Homecoming King" in high school. I played one year of football in high school. The only reason I did, since I wasn't very good, was because I knew it was Dad's thing. In track he ran the "high" hurdles. Back then they did have two different heights that people would run. Truck was a very popular sport in the communities back then. When he went to school at ASU he ran on an Intramural track team as well.
He always said that the reason he didn't play Basketball in high school, was because he thought he had skinny legs and didn't want to display them.
Dad loved Golf. He had clubs, the house was decorated with Golf stuff; he loved it. Even though, like me, he really wasn't very good at it. I've seen him break a few windows with his slices and hooks over the years.
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