Fred Bock
| Residing In: | Orange, CA USA |
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| Spouse/Partner: | Carol |
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| Occupation: | Retired |
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| Children: | Douglas Bock, 1970 Jennifer Bock, 1971 Step: David Wells, 1962 Grandchildren: Hannah More… |
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Bob Killeen posted this:
Imre, Just read in the Quarterly that you are the 20,000th AMYA member. Congratulations.
I read this for Dennis Desprois at Swede's memorial:
Like everyone here, we have special remembrance of Swede and since I am unable to be there with all of you celebrating knowing such a special person as Swede, I wanted to share some of those times. Over twenty plus years, I remember the time spent at La Perle Place learning how to make a proper suit of sails. To this day, when I finish a suit, I ask myself "would Swede approve of these? Especially when they are for our favorite boats, the 36/600 and the US1M. I remember sitting on your patio at the end of the day discussing what is good and what went wrong with the suit of sails that we had made while having a glass of scotch. I'll never forget the countless amount of sawdust generated or the spilled resin when I watched (you kindly called it my helping) when you were building a plug or a schooner out on the workbench on your patio. Your schooners where works of art . My favorite was the Chinese junk made out of exotic purple wood. Each morning when I look at the clock next to my bed, I see the framed picture of you posing next to mini Swede at the tiller on one of the schooners. Classic!
I have great memories of when you and I and Fred Schenk took the train to New Orleans for a 36/600 national championship regatta. More accurately, I do remember being on the train for a couple of days but thanks to the bottle of scotch that you had tucked away in one of your rubber boots, am a bit hazy on the details of the train ride. I do remember that the bottle never made it all the way to New Orleans. Harry Bourgeois forgot the sails for his and Pricilla's boats and the day before the regatta, you whipped out a perfect substitute for Harry's Orco....of course, Harry could sail a 2 x 4 with a rig on it and do really well.
On my shop wall are several photographs of you and the other skippers from Southern California who would come to the desert to sail in our regattas. It was special when you would open the back of your van and open the "store" so us skippers in the desert could have Orco parts for our boats. I also remember that you usually took home a trophy.
Most importantly, I miss the morning phone call that we had every day for almost twenty years. I can't tell you how regretful I was when your hearing went south and we no longer could have our morning coffee together while talking about what projects we were working on. I cherished each one of those conversations and have and always will think of you each morning at 7 a.m.
We are all privileged to have had you pass through our lives. I'll forever miss you, old friend. Good sailing.
Dennis Desprois 3/12/15
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