Richard “Dick” Manley Brown passed away February 26, 2020 at home with family by his side.
Richard was born in Dunsmuir, California April 18, 1931, where he lived a young boy with his sister Ardis and his parents Manley and Anne Brown. In 1944, they moved to Crescent City, California where he attended Crescent Elk School in the 8th grade. Richard very active in basketball while in high school at Del Norte High. They called him “Del Norte’s Little Fireball” on the court.
Richard also met his wife-to-be, Helen Waterman in his freshmen year. The year after graduation, they married on October 30, 1950.
Richard worked with his father in mining and logging. He learned to fall timber and run all the heavy equipment at a very young age.
His passions to name a few were hard top racing in the 50’s at the Crescent City Fairgrounds, racing motorcycles, and owning and flying airplanes. His dad bought him a BT-13 when he was 19 years old and he traded it to Don Clausen for flying lessons.
At the age of 16, Richard drove a jeep to Alaska with his good friend Bob Critser.
Richard and his young family lived up at a Big Flat during the summer work season, where they were part of the building of the Big Flat Camp Ground.
Richard took his boys and grandson, Jeff, on a motorcycle trip to Baja Mexico in 1984.
His passion for flying was instrumental in all of his sons and nephew, learning to fly.
Richard went on many adventures in his lifetime, many of them were with his family. He traveled the world when had the opportunity.
Richard was a contractor, a logger, a pilot and land investor and developer. He was a man with an adventurous spirit. All of his kid’s careers came from his teaching and example.
Richard is survived by his wife, Helen, of 69 plus years. Sister Ardis, 3 sons, Steve, Rocky, and Mark. Daughter, Jill and one adopted daughter Ciera. 8 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren. Niece Gina and Nephews Gray, Bob, and Bryon. Dear friend and financial advisor Dana O’Dell.
There will not be a service held.
Dick Captured my heart when we were juniors in high school. Through all the adventures and trials of life he was my heart. As in Psalms 37:4 it is said, “Delight thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart” And he did…
- Helen, his wife
There are pros and cons how to love your brother. Dickie and I were very close and I adored him. However I didn’t realize until 4 days ago when God called him to his heavenly home, how much. Then it was pretty clear that he was so dear to me. We loved each other tenderly and not so tenderly, because I would try his way of loving… “like throwing a good size piece of wood at him and he threw it back...” Before this time I was crushed when God took my brother home. I said, “You cant do that!” Then I realized, because He is Almighty God, He can do that.
- Ardis, his sister
Uncle Dick had a kindness toward people who needed it. He shared his wit and wisdom with others. He cared most about people who had little. He was a great uncle to me. He was everyting in my life growing up and in my career. Uncle Dick taught me and all his boys to fly when we were actually too young to be flying. Uncle Dick was a man of strength in my life.
- Bob, his nephew
I always remember Uncle Dick likened to the sensationalist known as Evil Kenevil! He was always the one who pushed himself, as well as others, to grab life to the fullest! He flew my girlfriends and in in his airplane, not straight, but as high as he possibly could… cut the engine and spun down and twirled till we thought we were going to crash! Or loose our breakfast! He was always my go-to person for the many times I needed help in my life and helped many others almost to fault! He was greatly loved by many! The one thing I always admired in him was the ability to stay solid through good times… and bad. He was not a perfect man, but he was a great man all the same!
- Gina, his niece
He was stiff-necked and prideful man who chose his own path in life, but in his end days as he laid helpless and vulnerable, unable to change or even understand his condition and through the events of God’s mercy and grace, he not only received, but requested to hear daily readings from, “A Shepard’s look at Psalms 23”. Mostly in those last days of confusion in his mind, it allowed him a small glimpse of clarity as to who the “Good Shepard, Jesus Christ” is. I, personally, am grateful for this time and opportunity in Richard’s life and can only rest in the truth of God’s words… “He who receives you receives Me and he who receives Him who sent Me.” Matthew 10:40
- Patsy, Daughter-in-law
My fondest memories of my dad were the years we spent working together, but to us, it wasn’t work. We were just playing with our “big boy toys,” and the world was our sandbox. Dad and I went on a lot of adventure together in our work and in our play. These times I will always be grateful for and remember. Dad and I agreed mostly, but there were some things in “living life” that we did not see eye to eye on, even to this day. I will miss him greatly!
- Rocky, his son
He was a man who was devoted to his father and mother a rascal brother to his loyal sister. He would’ve been 89 in April. He packed enough living into those 89 years to fill many lifetimes! None of this could have been accomplished without the enduring love of our mother. He was a man of many successful careers from s running his father’s logging crew at 19, to owning a gym at 80. Circumstances in his life forced him to start over many times, but he always came out on top. He was a wheeler dealer and loved to put a deal together and see it through. It was always more about the hunt than the kill. He was quick to lend a hand to those in need. He helped many people to start new careers and many to start new lives. Some were grateful for his help, but others just had their hand out until he could help them no more and then they deserted him. He has an adventurous spirit and included his boys in many of his adventures. He indulged his wife and daughter’s love for horses, even though he didn’t know which end of the horse to feed! In his youth, he was kind of a “Pied Piper”. His friends were loyal and looked to him as a leader. He always had a faithful dog by his side. He definitely did things his way and was his way or the highway.
- Jill, his daughter
I loved my dad.
-Mark, his son
We will miss you, dad!
-Steve, his son