Fred Langdon

Very early in my truck driving career I was hauling lumber out of Sierra Mountain Mills with Fred, who was driving his John Graham Kenworth. We were both just outside of Auburn headed back for another load when he caught me from behind just before the Highway 49 off-ramp on I-80, which is what I always took to get back north. Fred, on the other hand, would run up to Bell Road and take it to avoid traffic, I guess. Well, the way it worked out, just as I was passing Bell Road guess who was...

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived. Known since small child, RIP Fred, also his brothers God Bless You all and help you through this time.

Freddy never thought much of my Master's degree in Psychology, but when I made him a homemade wild gooseberry pie, he said," By damn, woman, you're worth something after all." Best compliment I ever got. And he didn't give out many. He will be greatly missed. He truly is a legend. Love to him and all the family. Marge Kaiser

My cousin Freddy was five years my senior. Those who knew Fred will never forget the impact he had on their lives. He was an exceptional storyteller and a joy to be around, with an unparalleled knowledge of Nevada County. His work ethic was remarkable. Fred played a crucial role in maintaining and operating the Reader Ranch. He learned hard rock tunnel boring from Francis and Uncle Merrill King, when they blasted 5 feet at a shot, through the granite rock outcrop to eliminate a hundred feet...

Fred was a great guy. I was raised on property next door to the Reader ranch. We rode the school bus together for years. He will be missed!

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived.

A great guy gone way too soon!

Fred was one of my cousins who was much older than me. When I was a kid he teased me mercilessly, but he would let me play in his buggy in the barn whenever I visited the ranch. As I got older I would see him often at the ranch helping our Aunt Eunice. At that stage he was fun to banter with and I enjoyed his sense of humor. Fred taught me to sit a horse but I was allergic and he never let me forget it. So many memories of him as I grew up. He was such a part of the ranch I cannot imagine it...

I'll never forget his truck in front of the Brass Rail with his horse in the back of it. His was under saddle and waiting patiently. I bought lumber from him and he showed me his wagons he built. A true cowboy he will be missed.