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We laid Conrad Deeds to rest today in the foothills at the base of Massanutten Mountain. He had been a neighbor and a friend to myself and many more for decades. He had retired from being a fuel truck driver, then a local school custodian, then at last a care taker for his wife Dorothy.
Mostly he just listened, but when he had something to say anyone with a modicum of smarts paid heed.
Conard was The Guy if you were having tractor problems or needed a tool literally no one else had.
An unassuming, humble kind of guy that lived a pretty no hoopla existence.
Probably the most exciting time of his life occurred on June 6th, 1944 when he stepped out of a C-47 somewhere over Normandy, in the dark and into a hail of German machine gun fire. He survived a pretty hard landing and spent the rest of the war getting the use of his legs back.
His partially shredded canopy was sent back to the States where his beloved fashioned the remnant into her wedding dress.
They were married for 72 years.
Mostly he just listened, but when he had something to say anyone with a modicum of smarts paid heed.
Conard was The Guy if you were having tractor problems or needed a tool literally no one else had.
An unassuming, humble kind of guy that lived a pretty no hoopla existence.
Probably the most exciting time of his life occurred on June 6th, 1944 when he stepped out of a C-47 somewhere over Normandy, in the dark and into a hail of German machine gun fire. He survived a pretty hard landing and spent the rest of the war getting the use of his legs back.
His partially shredded canopy was sent back to the States where his beloved fashioned the remnant into her wedding dress.
They were married for 72 years.
