Thank you for the great article (Feb. 5-11) and remembering Fred.
However, I felt you should have talked to some of the old-timers that really remember what he did and what he was like.
I met Freddie in 1980. He was a cowboy fence builder, probably the best in Nevada. He built our fence in January 1986. The ground was frozen solid of course, so he wanted to use dynamite to blast out the post holes.
No Freddie, not in town. So he poured buckets of hot water to dig them.
I told him to wait until spring but he was a stubborn, my way German. It got built in two weeks.
He wasn't an old man then and he loved the ladies and dancing. His favorite music was polka. I got him a cassette at Bavarian World in Reno.
You could hear him coming a block away. He wore that tape out and I got him another. Freddie never forgot that, or anything else for that matter, in his lifetime.
Yes, he loved life, warm Millers and Early Times shots with his friends in the Barr men's room. He was a prolific painter and if you look closely and carefully you will see a rattlesnake stashed in there somewhere. If you are lucky enough to have one or more of his paintings, treasure it. There won't be anymore.
He loved it when you spoke German to him. We had quite a few conversations and arguments in German.
Freddie was a hard worker, excellent fence builder and a good friend.
We will all miss him and there will never be another quite like him.
Auf Wiedersehen, Mein Freund
Judi Pritchett
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