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OBITUARY
Terry was an amazing soul and there are so many great memories and stories of him. I think we begin to summarize him in these stories shared by his wife and children:He was a hero to strangers and loved one. He served in the US Navy. He saved two strangers by giving them CPR and was awarded the Bob Wickman Life Saving Award. By refusing to listen to his wife (how ironic) and going to the hospital instead of home, he saved her when she... see moreTerry was an amazing soul and there are so many great memories and stories of him. I think we begin to summarize him in these stories shared by his wife and children:
He was a hero to strangers and loved one. He served in the US Navy. He saved two strangers by giving them CPR and was awarded the Bob Wickman Life Saving Award. By refusing to listen to his wife (how ironic) and going to the hospital instead of home, he saved her when she was having a heart attack.
Terry doted on his grandchildren. All three of the boys will be missing their "Papa". He was never too busy to spend time with them and they will all remember those great memories.
We would love to hear stories, memories, pictures, and your thoughts.
Every time I see a camas lily I think of Terry. The first time I posted a pic of one I just called it a blue flower. Terry was the guy who filled me in on what it was. Sure miss him and his beautiful pictures.
When Terry was a young boy he would put a dead snake and hang it from a small hole in our screen door. Then knock on the door and tun. Well one day he did this and the snake was not dead and our mother answered the door. Of course she screamed , ran out... moreWhen Terry was a young boy he would put a dead snake and hang it from a small hole in our screen door. Then knock on the door and tun. Well one day he did this and the snake was not dead and our mother answered the door. Of course she screamed , ran out the back door as she fetched her broom and went looking for him. He hid for 2 hours. He was in so much trouble. Lol. Missing my brother so much. less
From Max Culbertson:
Linda Janssen Saylor that was a total crazy impromptu adventure. It’s quite a story. Terry, Dan and Brad were going to depart to boot camp. I think that’s what they call it in the Navy. Anyhow, we decided to have a last hurrah... moreFrom Max Culbertson:
Linda Janssen Saylor that was a total crazy impromptu adventure. It’s quite a story. Terry, Dan and Brad were going to depart to boot camp. I think that’s what they call it in the Navy. Anyhow, we decided to have a last hurrah before they left. Leon Russell was performing at the Coliseum in Portland. We got ticket and went to the show. After the show we were feeling pretty good and didn’t want the night to end. I cannot recall whose idea it was but we decided to get in my car and head up to Canada. We had absolutely no idea what we were going to do there and were totally unprepared for the adventure that took place. It was daylight by the time we arrived in Vancouver B.C. So we rested a while and got some food. We decided to keep going north to lake Chances so 80 miles further up. As we got into the forests we stopped at one point to check the area out. There was a tall rock ridge I decided to climb. Dan and Terry were messing around in a small cave. We hen I got back to the car the smell almost knocked me down. Apparently there was a skunk at the end of the cave. Oh man was it bad. Nevertheless we gritted or teeth and forged ahead to the lake. We arrived at the trailhead and it was getting dusky. We, and I’ll never understand why, decided to hike the 5 miles to the lake through the thickest forest I’d ever seen. The trail was pretty well worn and ran parallel to a roiling stream about 30 feet below. We might have gotten 4 miles in and the sun went down. It was so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face. We had no flashlight; only three wooden matches. The matches didn’t last long. We had to crawl in our hands and knees back to the car feeling the trail the whole way hoping we wouldn’t get ate by a bear. We made it back to the car just a little after midnight total exhausted. When we woke up we headed on the long drive home. less
A message from Brad Germeroth:
It was with great sadness to learn of Terry's passing when Max Culbertson called me Thursday evening to give me the news. As it is for Max, Dan Olson, and Russ Hoffman, we have been friends of Terry for about the last 50... moreA message from Brad Germeroth:
It was with great sadness to learn of Terry's passing when Max Culbertson called me Thursday evening to give me the news. As it is for Max, Dan Olson, and Russ Hoffman, we have been friends of Terry for about the last 50 years, going all the way back to Ogden Jr. High (and maybe before that). We weren't old enough to drive back then (being 15 or 16 years old, don't you know), so if we, along with our other friends Randy Onstad and Rick Stalheim, wanted to get together on the weekend, which was about every weekend, and we couldn't get our mom's to drop us off, we thought nothing of walking miles just to get together and to listen to music or whatnot, and I lived up Holcomb Road at the time, so I can't tell you how many miles we must of walked over the years.
When we finally got our own cars, we went everywhere together, whether that was music concerts in Portland or in Washington state, or simply hanging out together where ever we ended up going. Outdoor music festivals were very popular back then, and I think to this day, Terry had saved a local newspaper article of a music festival that a small group of us basically initiated on a private farm way out on Redlands Road. I think the article reported that the police estimated the attendance to be 3,000 to 4,000, and I think it lasted a few days
In 1972, Terry, Dan and I enlisted in the Navy together on the "buddy system" which ensured that we would be stationed together for at least the first 6 months. At first we were all stationed on tugboats in San Diego. We then ended up on an aircraft carrier stationed in the Philippines, and traveled to places such as Japan. Manila, and Hong Kong. I clearly remember taking the tram from the heart of Hong Kong City up to the top of the hill that overlooked the city and Terry had his camera snapping away pictures even back then.
I moved to California around 1981 and lost contact with Terry for a many years. Luckily about 8 years ago Terry and I finally got back together and would see each other almost every time I would come up during Christmas to visit my mom.
Terry was a great friend and as John Humphrey posted, Terry had such an endearing personality and loyalty to his friends. We were brothers for sure, and it was so nice seeing all Terry's and Linda's friends have that car procession past the house yesterday. It just shows how much Terry was loved by us all.
No matter what terry always took me for a motorcycle ride, best time of my life. He taught me how to kayak, and got smart with me when I’d call it a canoe, always enjoyed being outdoors. I’m gonna miss the famous group camping. Love you terry and Linda 🥰
No matter what terry always took my for a motorcycle ride, best time of my life. He taught me how to kayak, and got smart with me when I’d call it a canoe, always enjoyed being outdoors. I’m gonna miss the famous group camping. Love you terry and Linda ????