Harold Eugene Ritter

In memory of my father Harold Eugene Ritter. We became very close of my parents when they moved to Yuba City seven years ago. We would take them on many rides, just about every weekend. We would usually drive up to the mountains, where my father really loved to go, our rides would be anywhere from 300 to 500 miles in one day. We would always take a pinic lunch with us. .
We had many fishing trips with them up to the John Day River in Oregon. We went usually twice a year, once...

Harold Eugene Ritter was my beloved father, and like many I do not believe he knew how much he meant to me. I did, however, have the opportunity to let me know how much I appreciated growing up on a dairy farm just before his death.

My father, and mother, taught me the value of being self-sufficient, the importance of using common sense, and the drive and dedication to see things through to the end. These ideals have served me very well through the years, and I am eternally...

A big warm lap for alitte girl to feel safe in. A blue work shirt which held the smell of cows and country air and most important (for a five year old), a peppermint candy in the pocket of his shirt.

I have many wonderful memories that I will remember and cherish forever. There are a few that stand out above the rest and I would like to share a few of those.

One family trip that I know everyone will remember above the rest is a camping trip to Yosemite. It was the summer of 1982. Grandpa and Grandma, Uncle Ed and Aunt Henrietta, Great Great Aunt Clara, 'Aunt' Peggy (who is more like a Best Friend and Sister) and my family which included my Dad (N.L.), my Mother (Kathryn),...