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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
I have fond memories of a Christmas in the early 1960’s when all any
boy wanted was an army uniform, rifle, pup tent, and canteen. There’s still a photograph in my Mother’s home of Chip and I standing in front of the Christmas tree, decked out in olive drab. At that time in my life, he was my Older Brother. As we grew, we developed different interests but still could not escape being tied by our ‘blood bond’. I remember going to Houston, Texas for one of my brother’s many catherizations he would receive as a child with a ‘heart condition’. I thought is was cool to run around the hospital, swim at the hotel, and even catch an Astro’s game. All the while, Chip was stuck in a hospital bed with needles, IVs, and other things a 9 year-old needn’t have to deal with, so early in life. As I look back on that time now, I think what an extraordinarily brave kid he was. I remember a Saturday morning, one of many, when my father would take us to RTS, my guess now, to get us out of our mother’s hair, and we’d play. On one particular day, during the time that the library was being built, we were running around the second floor’s vast openness of concrete and steel with no windows having been installed yet. Chip went over to look out of one of the windows and fell, falling out the window and hitting a piece of plywood, which was perched over a recess to the basement. After hitting the plywood, he bounced and continued down to the basement level. 20 ft down buffered by a sheet of plywood, landing on a sawhorse. I was scared out of my life. I ran down the stairs, out the front door and around to the side of the library, down to the basement entrance. I reached to pick my brother up, thinking he had broken his neck, and he hopped right up. Not a scratch on him. We joked about him being Superman. Little did I realize, he was Superman. After developing juvenile diabetes, I remember a time when Chip began to feel sorry for himself. He would ask why he had to have so many medical issues. He would say, ‘I wish I were dead’. My parents would tell him that the reason he wasn’t dead is because God had a plan for him. After hearing this enough, Chip began to understand but wasn’t sure what this plan was. He thought it may have been seminary and after college, he entered RTS. Quickly, he found that this was probably not his calling and ventured into other occupations, all the while leaving an impression wherever and with whomever he met. After I had left home and started a family of my own, we made our way back to Mississippi. It was always a surprise when I told someone my name, they would ask if I was related to Chip. Everywhere I went, people knew Chip, people loved Chip, and people admired Chip. During the past several years, as Chip’s health has slowly declined, he never was without one of his buddies. I always knew when I came to his hospital room, someone would be there, talking about eating Chinese food, or some practical joke they should pull on someone else. God’s purpose was clear to me. Chip was a vessel for God’s immense Love. Chip brought out the best in human nature. People would gather around him and pray for his healing and he would rebound back to health, like a cat with 9 lives, as we all would jokingly say. These healings and times of rejuvenation were simply God’s way of showing all of us, True Faith. As I think back on all God has blessed me with, He blessed my brother with friends that cherished him, loved him and will miss him. To me he’s still Superman. |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
I've been thinking of Chip the last few days, and even told a coworker today
while working during the afternoon that I read that a good friend would not be with us much longer. I'm sad that he has passed but happy that he is no longer in pain. We used to talk via email quite a bit back in the days. The last few years we would talk every few months of so passing some information. We shared the love of the hobby. He helped me a lot. I will remember him forever. Todd F. -- Todd's Autograph Arena http://www.toddsautographarena.com " wrote in message ... I have fond memories of a Christmas in the early 1960’s when all any boy wanted was an army uniform, rifle, pup tent, and canteen. There’s still a photograph in my Mother’s home of Chip and I standing in front of the Christmas tree, decked out in olive drab. At that time in my life, he was my Older Brother. As we grew, we developed different interests but still could not escape being tied by our ‘blood bond’. I remember going to Houston, Texas for one of my brother’s many catherizations he would receive as a child with a ‘heart condition’. I thought is was cool to run around the hospital, swim at the hotel, and even catch an Astro’s game. All the while, Chip was stuck in a hospital bed with needles, IVs, and other things a 9 year-old needn’t have to deal with, so early in life. As I look back on that time now, I think what an extraordinarily brave kid he was. I remember a Saturday morning, one of many, when my father would take us to RTS, my guess now, to get us out of our mother’s hair, and we’d play. On one particular day, during the time that the library was being built, we were running around the second floor’s vast openness of concrete and steel with no windows having been installed yet. Chip went over to look out of one of the windows and fell, falling out the window and hitting a piece of plywood, which was perched over a recess to the basement. After hitting the plywood, he bounced and continued down to the basement level. 20 ft down buffered by a sheet of plywood, landing on a sawhorse. I was scared out of my life. I ran down the stairs, out the front door and around to the side of the library, down to the basement entrance. I reached to pick my brother up, thinking he had broken his neck, and he hopped right up. Not a scratch on him. We joked about him being Superman. Little did I realize, he was Superman. After developing juvenile diabetes, I remember a time when Chip began to feel sorry for himself. He would ask why he had to have so many medical issues. He would say, ‘I wish I were dead’. My parents would tell him that the reason he wasn’t dead is because God had a plan for him. After hearing this enough, Chip began to understand but wasn’t sure what this plan was. He thought it may have been seminary and after college, he entered RTS. Quickly, he found that this was probably not his calling and ventured into other occupations, all the while leaving an impression wherever and with whomever he met. After I had left home and started a family of my own, we made our way back to Mississippi. It was always a surprise when I told someone my name, they would ask if I was related to Chip. Everywhere I went, people knew Chip, people loved Chip, and people admired Chip. During the past several years, as Chip’s health has slowly declined, he never was without one of his buddies. I always knew when I came to his hospital room, someone would be there, talking about eating Chinese food, or some practical joke they should pull on someone else. God’s purpose was clear to me. Chip was a vessel for God’s immense Love. Chip brought out the best in human nature. People would gather around him and pray for his healing and he would rebound back to health, like a cat with 9 lives, as we all would jokingly say. These healings and times of rejuvenation were simply God’s way of showing all of us, True Faith. As I think back on all God has blessed me with, He blessed my brother with friends that cherished him, loved him and will miss him. To me he’s still Superman. |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
Yeah, Chip was one of the originals, when it came to autograph websites. I
remember coming online 10 years ago with a local dial up provider, and finding Chip's site. way ahead of it's time! RIP Chip, and see you Heaven! mike (pe2) |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
Anybody know yet when they're gonna auction his stuff?
On Sep 13, 1:53*am, "Todd F." wrote: I've been thinking of Chip the last few days, and even told a coworker today while working during the afternoon that I read that a good friend would not be with us much longer. I'm sad that he has passed but happy that he is no longer in pain. We used to talk via email quite a bit back in the days. The last few years we would talk every few months of so passing some information. We shared the love of the hobby. He helped me a lot. I will remember him forever. Todd F. -- Todd's Autograph Arenahttp://www.toddsautographarena.com " wrote in message ... I have fond memories of a Christmas in the early 1960’s when all any boy wanted was an army uniform, rifle, pup tent, and canteen. *There’s still a photograph in my Mother’s home of Chip and I standing in front of the Christmas tree, decked out in olive drab. *At that time in my life, he was my Older Brother. *As we grew, we developed different interests but still could not escape being tied by our ‘blood bond’. I remember going to Houston, Texas for one of my brother’s many catherizations he would receive as a child with a ‘heart condition’. I thought is was cool to run around the hospital, swim at the hotel, and even catch an Astro’s game. *All the while, Chip was stuck in a hospital bed with needles, IVs, and other things a 9 year-old needn’t have to deal with, so early in life. *As I look back on that time now, I think what an extraordinarily brave kid he was. I remember a Saturday morning, one of many, when my father would take us to RTS, my guess now, to get us out of our mother’s hair, and we’d play. *On one particular day, during the time that the library was being built, we were running around the second floor’s vast openness of concrete and steel with no windows having been installed yet. *Chip went over to look out of one of the windows and fell, falling out the window and hitting a piece of plywood, which was perched over a recess to the basement. *After hitting the plywood, he bounced and continued down to the basement level. *20 ft down buffered by a sheet of plywood, landing on a sawhorse. I was scared out of my life. *I ran down the stairs, out the front door and around to the side of the library, down to the basement entrance. *I reached to pick my brother up, thinking he had broken his neck, and he hopped right up. *Not a scratch on him. *We joked about him being Superman. *Little did I realize, he was Superman. After developing juvenile diabetes, I remember a time when Chip began to feel sorry for himself. *He would ask why he had to have so many medical issues. *He would say, ‘I wish I were dead’. *My parents would tell him that the reason he wasn’t dead is because God had a plan for him. *After hearing this enough, Chip began to understand but wasn’t sure what this plan was. *He thought it may have been seminary and after college, he entered RTS. *Quickly, he found that this was probably not his calling and ventured into other occupations, all the while leaving an impression wherever and with whomever he met. After I had left home and started a family of my own, we made our way back to Mississippi. *It was always a surprise when I told someone my name, they would ask if I was related to Chip. *Everywhere I went, people knew Chip, people loved Chip, and people admired Chip. *During the past several years, as Chip’s health has slowly declined, he never was without one of his buddies. *I always knew when I came to his hospital room, someone would be there, talking about eating Chinese food, or some practical joke they should pull on someone else. *God’s purpose was clear to me. *Chip was a vessel for God’s immense Love. Chip brought out the best in human nature. *People would gather around him and pray for his healing and he would rebound back to health, like a cat with 9 lives, as we all would jokingly say. *These healings and times of rejuvenation were simply God’s way of showing all of us, True Faith. As I think back on all God has blessed me with, He blessed my brother with friends that cherished him, loved him and will miss him. *To me he’s still Superman. |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
My thoughts and prays go out to the family and friends of Chip.
Bob |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
holy crap... really? this is sad, sad news. hope his family and loved
ones are ok. and any of you who were his true friends, my heart goes out to you as well. keep your chin up, brighter days are coming. and remember, he's probably in a better place. m |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
A sad day indeed ((((
RIP to one of the true originals of this newsgroup and of autograph addy websites. I feel as though as little bit of the hobby has died with him MrB |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
Yeah, I'm sure he probably started back when the 'net used to be local
bulletin boards. remember that?!!! For the trolls and youngsters-bulletins boards were used with modems and dial ups, pre-internet days. Thanks to Al Gore, everything became hooked up with giant servers, LOL! Happy Hunting and we miss you Chip- pe2 |
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Email from Chips Family.................Chip Has died
LOL.. I had one of the largest Pirate BBS's in SoCal. It was called
Armageddon. I had a 300 baud modem... then upgraded to 1200... then two 2400... the to 14.4... then 16.8... then to 19.2...etc US Robotics was most of the modems. I had a legal copy of WWIV BBS Software which I modded using Borland C++. I was on Fido and tons of networks sharing forums. I ran a forum called Trashcan Treasures. I was a member of UC (United Couriers) and took over UCRandom.. the console devision when Galvatron -President- vanished... Nintendo, Sega games were spread everywhere.... Those were the days . Todd F. -- Todd's Autograph Arena http://www.toddsautographarena.com "pe2" wrote in message ... Yeah, I'm sure he probably started back when the 'net used to be local bulletin boards. remember that?!!! For the trolls and youngsters-bulletins boards were used with modems and dial ups, pre-internet days. Thanks to Al Gore, everything became hooked up with giant servers, LOL! Happy Hunting and we miss you Chip- pe2 |
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