Edward Clive Nicholas (1931 - 2018)

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Edward Clive Nicholas was born May 7, 1931 at home on Toroda Creek near Wauconda, Washington. He died of cancer July 30, 2018 at home with much family in attendance at Port Angeles, Washington.

He was the fourth of nine children born to Don Deloss Nicholas and Pearl Mae (Stoddard) Nicholas.

He married Lela Maxine (Wolf) Goodman February 23, 1951 in the First Presbyterian Church in Seattle.

After their two daughters were born, he moved his family back to the Royal Valley in the Ozette area to start at Rayonier in Hoko Camp as a chain saw mechanic. He later worked in the road construction where he was their long time payload operator. He spent time in Alaska on Prince of Wales Island and at Windy Bay in logging camps working as maintenance man and truck driver. Before retiring at 80 years old, he worked for various construction companies in the Forks, and Neah Bay areas.

Besides his jobs away from home, he also ran the farm he and his wife bought in 1959 from his widowed mother. He raised mostly beef cattle and cows for milk, but kept many other farm animals, including horses, and many types of birds to the delight of his four children.

He valued learning, and took a correspondence course to become an electrician. He used his new skill to wire his, and many of the neighboring homes for electricity which had just been brought into the Royal Valley in 1963 along with telephone service.

He had much joy creating with his hands, and built the family's first television from a Heath kit catalogue, along with many types of airplanes for U-control or RC, and HO gauge trains with all accessories, including a very complicated trestle. Besides building, he loved music, and if he wasn't listening to hymns or old country tunes, or waking up the family on Saturday mornings with a loud bagpipe LP, he could be heard humming or whistling.

In the 1970's, he fulfilled his dream of obtaining his pilot's license, and flew rented planes out of Port Angeles around the Olympic Peninsula, and the San Juan Islands. His love for airplanes was passed down to his male progeny, and they, too, can name all aircraft from the Wright Brother's to current day jets and rockets.

He was an active member of the Royal Grange which held many community events. On one occasion they held a "mock" wedding in which he became the bride which included wearing a long white dress and veil, and carrying a bouquet of ribboned skunk cabbage fashioned by his own wife, Maxine. An Easter egg hunt was always a favorite of the children as a prize was won for finding the "golden" egg-a dyed goose egg that he always provided.

After his love for family, his favorite enjoyment was good food-especially pie and ice cream. When asked what kind of pie, he would always respond "uncut!" To his family's enjoyment, his last bite of food was from a homemade, wild blackberry pie!

As a teenager, he attended Mrs. Atkinson's Sunday school class at the Royal Schoolhouse where he first believed in, and received Jesus as his Lord and Savior. While in Seattle, he became a member of the First Presbyterian Church. After returning to the Valley, he took his family back to the Royal Schoolhouse where Eleanor Alleman, from Olympic Rural Missions, was holding church services. She asked him to be the lay pastor as she didn't believe that was an appropriate position for a woman. He gladly accepted the request, and besides going early on Sunday mornings to start the furnace to heat the building prior to meetings, he spent his Saturday evenings studying from his Matthew Henry commentary to prepare for the adult Sunday school class he taught, and the sermon he preached. His children were given the tremendous legacy of knowing the importance of attending church every Sunday, and learning to "hide God's Word" in their hearts. As a mortal man, he knew he was weak and fallible, and made many mistakes, but his hope was in the mercy and forgiveness of his great High Priest, Jesus Christ. His last words to his family before he passed into the presence of his Savior were "Hebrews 5" where, in verse nine, we have the promise that "Jesus became the source of eternal salvation to all who obey Him…"

He is survived by his "beautiful, blue-eyed" wife, Maxine of 67 years, whom he cherished above all earthly treasure; His daughters Karen (Larry) Pappel and their children Angela (Sean) Murphy, their children Brian and Brenna; Lori Woods and son Jacob; Chad (Dawn) Johnston, their children Sarah and Zayne; Melanie (Thom) Catts. Jean (Paul) Stigen and son Jason (Ashley) Baar, their children Andrew, James, Isabella. His "adopted" daughter Tina. His sons David (Kelly) Nicholas and their children Danita Hayes-Nicholas and son Billie; Scott (Shandra) Nicholas, their children Ray and baby boy; Dana (Jerry) Thompson, their children Sitka and Mica; Katie Nicholas. Daniel Nicholas and his children Jenn (Eric) Klindtworth, their children Ella and Ainsley; Danielle (Joe) Kohn, their children Chase, Isabell, Faith, Preston, and Emmett. Brothers Lee and James Nicholas and sister Vera Nicholas.

Preceded in death by brothers Don Jr., Robert, Glen Nicholas, sisters Elsie Cogger and Betty Iverson.

His family is very appreciative for the loving care given by all the staff at Sinclair, Laurel, and St. Andrew's Place; Assured Hospice; and Linde Price Funeral Services. Also, they would especially like to acknowledge the church family at Redeeming Grace Orthodox Presbyterian Church:

"Thank you for all of your prayers, meals, visits, cards, and words of comfort and encouragement during the passing of our beloved husband, father, grand-father and great-grandfather."

His ashes were taken home to the farm that he loved and lived on for over 70 years for a private memorial and burial in the homestead cemetery. His favorite orange, heirloom lily was planted as a grave marker, and multiple colored lilies scattered on his grave. His family is truly comforted knowing his spirit is in heaven with Jesus, and his body in the grave will be reunited and glorified on that great day of Christ's return.

His memorial service at the farm was planned and carried out by his grandchildren who presented the following obituary, eulogy, and poem:

"'Today we are gathered to remember the life of Edward Clive Nicholas I would like to start out reading his obituary.

Originally from Eastern Washington, Edward moved to Royal Valley with his family in 1943. They took over the Oium Homestead. In 1947 he met the love of his life Lela Maxine Goodman on the school bus, he graduated Clallam Bay High School in 1949. He moved to Seattle following graduation and attended Edison Tech and started working at Boeing. The two lovebirds married on February 23, 1951. They moved back to the farm in 1954 to live with Ed's parents Don Deloss and Pearl Mae. They moved into a small cabin until they purchased the farm in 1959.

Together they raised their four beautiful children: Karen, Jean, David and Daniel. In 2018 they celebrated 67 years of marriage.

Edward leaves behind his beloved wife, his four children and arm loads of grandchildren and great grandchildren. He was loved beyond measure!

Grandpa Ed had many names. Grandpa, Dad, Great Grandpa, PaPa, Muddy Eddie, and sometimes "Edward Clive Nicholas" if he was in trouble with Grandma!

Grandpa had many names, but he also had names for all of us: Mugwump, tank tank, Josephine, slenderella, stout baby, to name a few.

As grandkids, he and Grandma both taught us much, and cared for us like parents. The HOKO was a place we could visit as kids, be on vacation, build forts, get muddy, watch movies in the rain or build things in the shop. There were summer time picnics, visits to the lake, huge thanksgivings, or simple sandwiches after a long day of play.

Grandpa did have some rules though:

· If it is sunny in Port Angeles, it is raining on the Ozette

· Ice cream is good: soft ice cream is better

· It's ok to bite a kids ear if you're grandpa

· Will work for pie

· Don't make popcorn in the house, ever!

· It's ok to put a fried egg on top of toast and jam

· It's ok to shoot a coyote from inside the shop if you say "plug your ears" first

· It's ok to work hard, and then work hard some more

· Don't cook bacon near a vent in Alaska when grandpa is not home (it draws bears)

· Dollar pancakes and bacon are required on Saturday morning

· There are many bad drivers on the way to Port Angeles

· Casabas are actually melons

· The old Brown car is capable of uprooting a 20ft alder when grandpa drives the race track

· Forgetting to feed humming birds can be hazardous to your health

· Horse discipline should be done by someone else.

· And don't eat the deer steak for dinner the same night the family pet goat disappears

Through their lives, both he and Grandma would always give everything they could to their kids, often when it meant lacking those things for themselves. They helped everyone in different ways, but they were there for us during especially rough times like divorces. Grandma would coordinate, and grandpa (maybe with a few grumbles) would facilitate and do those things which helped us get back on our feet.

Grandpa was an amazing talented man. Just some of the things he could do was build and fly model airplanes, mechanic and fly real airplanes, run bucket loader and dump trucks and work on heavy machinery, herd sheep into a river (at age 8), launch model rockets, make a TV from scratch, become a certified electrician through mail order and hunt as a child with just one bullet because his dad said more than one meant he didn't aim well enough.

Grandpa was an often serious man and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he also knew how to play and tease and show you love. I could stand here and say he was the greatest man that ever lived, but that wouldn't be true. And he would agree. He had his issues, he could be grumpy, he could be impatient, he could be selfish just like any of us. What made grandpa great is that he would admit when he did something wrong and seek out forgiveness.

As 1Peter 3:15 says, "But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have".

And this he did.

Now Grandpas life on earth is over, but this is only sad for us as we miss him greatly. But we must remember the promise of where Grandpa has gone.

In Luke 23:43 Jesus answered him, "Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise."

Heaven is described as paradise.

In John 14:1-4 Jesus talked to His disciples and said "Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father's house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."

And Revelation 21:4 says, "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away."

Grandpa Ed lived an amazing life peppered with the happy and the sad. We must remember that he struggled and so do we; that we can honor him by being strong of faith and being there for Grandma.

In conclusion

Some of the most exciting times of my youth was going around that last corner on mi 12 and finally seeing the fence line that led to Grandpa and Grandma's house. It is time to say good bye for now. Grandpa has gone around the last corner and he is on his heavenly farm. He can now know true happiness and perfection and stand with many other loved ones by his side and a few in his arms.

Thank you'"

Miss Me, but Let Me Go

by Anonymous

When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that was once shared. Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone. It's all a part of the master's plan,

a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the hills we know. And bury your sorrow among the trees there. Miss me - but let me go.
Published in The Peninsula Daily News on Sept. 16, 2018
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