Allen J. Butters, 1918-2003
With permission from Judy, Scott, Kent and Rex, my sister and brothers, I was honored to represent them at my father’s funeral and sketch the life of Allen Butters, our dear, sweet, playful, amazing father. I’d like to enlarge my father’s circle of friends and share his life map with you — my readers.
Thirty-four years ago, when I was pregnant with my daughter Megan and living on a remote ranch in Idaho, Dad and Mom came up to help out. During the first two days of their five-day stay, Dad got busy and oiled my sewing machine, my bike, really anything that had moving metal parts, mended garden hoses, dug potatoes AND carved his name in several discreet places for me to discover later on. Mom sewed baby clothes, mopped floors, did some canning, and helped me make cheese and butter with the milk from my cow. Underneath all my busyness, I was troubled and uncertain.
What a remarkable story of a special man. Thanks for sharing him with all of us!
There should be more Allens in the world today. What a lovely tribute to your dad – thank you so much for sharing.
What a lovely story! Stumbled across it while searching for your Dad’s cutting board to replace the one I left behind at my old house. What a great little invention from a great guy. Thank you for sharing and reminding me there are good people in this world.
In our busy society today, it’s hard to find someone like Allen – or really to imagine someone as dedicated to humanity as he was. You were a truly blessed family.