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This is where you can leave a post about my Dad… Dick Chadwick.

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4 thoughts on “Welcome”

  1. Jack Hamilton

    I have many wonderful memories. The one that really stands out involves his involvement in the takeover of Pan American Airlines Pacific Division. With very short notice (6 weeks), I asked your dad and another individual to take on impossible tasks. We had to combine Pan Am and United Airlines Reservations offices in Hong Kong and Tokyo. The scope, complexity and timing of this was unprecedented. Your dad elected to coordinate the Hong Kong project. During one of his trips there he shared a great story with me.
    One night after working very late in the office he got on the subway in Hong Kong Central to go back to his hotel in Kowloon. He said he started thinking about the project while on the subway then realized he missed his stop. By the time he got off he realized he was in the New Territories of China. He decided to take a taxi back to the hotel then he made a remarkable discovery.
    He said to himself it is almost midnight, I am in China and I am sort of lost and have to find my way back south to Kowloon. However, I am totally comfortable, relaxed and know how to get there. This was a justifiably very proud moment for him which he shared in a very special way.

    I have much love and respect for him and his many talents.

  2. Yasunori Hidetaka

    I still remember clearly the last day of my homestay in Chadwick’s (Cupertino, CA, USA) as an exchange student.(1980-81) At the San Francisco Airport. I was so sad and depressed not wanting to leave from USA and the Chadwick’s, because I really had a great time in USA staying at the Chadwick’s. Looking at me like that, My American Dad, Dick took the red Crown nose from his pocket and put it on his nose and also on my nose. He was trying to make me smile. I know he was a kind of person who does not like to see people staying sad and always like to make people smiling and staying happy. So I do not stay feeling sad anymore, rather I let him go first with a smile. I really would like to show my gratitude to My American Dad for all the thing he had given to me. With All my love. From Yash

  3. Tim Lawson

    I am writing this about the time you folks will be starting the memorial… wishing deep in heart I could be there with you. But know that I am in a very loving way… much in the same loving way Dick always had with me…. “Come on in, give me hug, sit a while, everything’s going to alright.” or sometimes it was just ” Donna, this man needs a mai-tai.”. Either way… even if he didn’t say much, his unconditional acceptance, belly laughs, and “interesting” jokes could make some of my difficult moments seem less difficult. Knowing that he did this for me and others while negotiating his on struggles with pain and discomfort was and continues to be a huge inspiration to me. Dick has definitely been a role model for me in this realm. I am grateful for the ease that he passively taught me to have in this life.
    Other memories and stories… there are so many. Many of them involve food… that’s no surprise! Is there anything that man hadn’t pickled? He loved to experiment! And of course, Puna’s finest cultural events shared: Merrie Monarch, Puna Men’s Chorus, and Uncle Robert’s.
    Most of all I say Mahalo Dick for opening up your home, your family, and you heart to me… unconditionally.
    You are loved and missed…

  4. Ron Rinker

    My years of knowing and being with Dick were in the early 1950’s at Denver South High School. My favorite memory of our times together was in the summer of 1951, just before our senior year, when Dean Skeels, Dick and I worked on a ranch in northern Colorado near Walden. We worked as ranch hands harvesting hay – Dean and Dick drove tractors, mowing, and I drove a team of horses, raking. We were all city boys, in our first adventure living and working in the country. It was a truly wonderful and memorable experience; living in the bunkhouse, eating meals at the Ranchers’ home or in the fields, learning how to drive tractors or horses, being outdoors for long hours, learning how to handroll a cigarette in a stiff wind and many other new and exciting challenges. It was an ideal way to spend a summer as a 17 year old and I was very happy to have shared it with my friend, Dick Chadwick. Even though it has been many decades since seeing Dick in person, I will miss him and remember and appreciate his good friendship and spirit.

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