KEITH O. PURDIE
Keith O. Purdie, age 80 of Faribault, passed away on Tuesday, March 24, 2009 at St. Lucas Care Center, Faribault.
Memorial services will be held at Fourth Avenue United Methodist Church, Faribault on Saturday, March 28, 2009 at 10:30 a.m. with the Reverend David E. Brown officiating.
Memorial visitation will be at the Boldt Funeral Home, Faribault on Friday, March 27 from 4 to 7 p.m. and also at church on Saturday for one-half hour prior to the service.
Keith Owen, the son of Clarence E. and Irene E. (Dow) Purdie, was born October 19, 1928 in Faribault. He graduated from Faribault High School in 1947. He served in the U.S. Army during the Korean Conflict. On August 23, 1950 he married Esther Steinbach in Mason City, IA. He was President of Gopher Shooterís Supply for over 20 years. He was active in the Rice County Historical Society. Keith was an outdoor enthusiast who loved fly-fishing, fly-tying and photography.
He is survived by his wife, Esther, of Faribault; four daughters, Cheryl of Rockville, MD, Julie of Faribault, Marjorie of Shakopee and Michelle of Orlando, FL; a daughter-in-law, Shelli Purdie of Faribault; five grandchildren, Dustin (and Marcia) Purdie, Jackie (and Matt) Gulbranson, Shane Purdie, Shannon Purdie and Jessica Noeller; three great grandchildren, Shelby and Trystyn Purdie and Lilly Willcox; and two brothers, Dean (and Joan) Purdie and Bruce (and Patricia) Purdie, all of Faribault.
He was preceded in death by his parents and a son, David Purdie.
The family requests that memorials be directed to the Rice County Historical Society or the donorís choice.
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of my friend Keith. We had a friendship that started in the early 70's when I was the new kid representing Savage Arms. Right from the beginning Keith welcomed this new kid in and made my job so much easier. Our friendship started as a rep/customer relationship but soon became much more because of the warmth that Keith had for people. Soon we found that we shared quite a number of interests and Keith showed me many more ways to appreciate & enjoy them. I have never known anyone that had more appreciation and understanding for life. Keith also showed me a tremendous value for his family. He had his wife Esther who he adored & his children that he was so proud of each one in their own way. He also had two brothers Dean & Bruce, both of which I also had the priviledge of knowing, that he was always so thankful that they were also part of his daily life. I also had the opportunity of briefly knowing Mr & Mrs Purdie & it was easy to see why they had such fine sons. In our many years of friendship, Keith & I enjoyed many wonderful times together & I will treasure those memories forever. Esther, I can only imagine the tremendous loss that you now feel as you say goodbye to this wonderful man. We will keep you in our prayers as we share your grief at this tough time. Sincerely. Don & Maxine Lundquist
To the Purdie family, I am so sorry for your loss. Keith hired me at Gopher Shooter's in 1968, he didn't look at me as a 19 year old, but as someone who could contribute to the company. I spent 20 years being a "Gopher". It was, by far, the greatest place I ever worked. All the Purdie's made it so. I often think of all the times at Gopher and smile. Even though Keith was the President, he certainly never made anyone feel under him. Thanks for the memories. My deepest sympathy to all the Purdie family.
To The Purdie family: So sorry to learn of Keith's passing. It brought back alot of fond memories of my "Gopher Shooter" days. We will keep you in our prayers. Wally & Kathy Novak
I'm not even sure where to start. What a wonderful man. We will miss you Keith! I remember so much. The old boot wrapped up for Dusty one Christmas. That dry sense of humor and the smirk. I always knew where Dave got that. Helping the boys on their hunting excursions in your yard. Bringing me exotic beer from your travels. Always dropping some freshly caught trout off for us to enjoy on the grill. Making sure the kids read the "how to" books and papers you always supplied. Listening and enjoying the girls and Esther play the piano. Sitting silently watching all that went on around you. You gave all of us great appreciation for nature from the smallest bug to the biggest tree. I will always thank you for that. I remember the time( the only time as far as I know)Keith got in big trouble while shingling our garage with Dave and our friends. Esther came to give him a ride home because he needed one. Keith was a real teacher always anxious to help anyone young or old learn about anything he knew. I loved hearing all about his adventures with Esther and the camper and the oodles of poodles. Keith absorbed life like a sponge and enjoyed every minute. We are all so lucky to have had him in our family and now in our hearts forever. Keith, keep your eyes out for buckthorn and bees, enjoy the gardens and trees, trout in the stream,and everything else that is wonderful about where you are. We all love you and will miss you so much. Shelli and family
Dear Esther and family: Carol and I are deeply saddened to learn of Keith's passing. One thing that I so admired about Keith is,---- he always had a smile on his face and a positive attitude to go along with it. One found memory I have about Keith was his teaching me the characteristics, and secrets of hunting deer with bow and arrow. He even helped me make special, super deluxe arrows. And wouldnít you know the first time I went out deer hunting with Keith, I saw eleven deer and got five shots that evening ------ of course missing all of them and Keith reported that he hadnít seen any. I can assure that from that point on Keith informed me -----that if you canít shot ten out of ten arrows in a coffee can at 40 feet you shouldnít be out in the woods. And you know -----he could back up his words. He was a great archer. And secondly, Keith gave me a home made fly for troth fishing and this year I got my limit with it again. He really appreciated Godís creation to the max. Sending love and prayers your way during this most difficult time for you and your family. Bob and Carol Pelinka
Dear Esther, It's very sad to hear that your Keith has finally been too sick to continue. He & you all certainly fought a good fight these past difficult years. Of course I'm glad he's no longer suffering. May God pour comforting blessings on you & your family as you walk thru & on in this grief.
I remember Keith giving me archery pointers. I enjoyed collecting walnuts with my classmates from rural woodlots and planting them behind the store, for all to share! I was so inspired by the eye Keith had behind the camera. In spite of His efforts, Keith was never able to teach me how to tie-a-fly worthy of a nice trout. The stories my father told of hunting adventures with Keith gave me an appreciation for the outdoors I'll hold forever. This man - along with His sweetheart, were two of my folks dearest life long friends. When we said good-bye to our own father, Keith was there for my mom and me. This gentle man was called friend by anyone who knew Him. A mentor to so many people young and young at heart. He will not be forgotten...
Keith's family: I am deeply saddened to learn of Keith's passing. I will always remember him from the Gopher days. When I stopped by to pick up merchandise he would almost always invite me into his office to see his latest project.They were always diverse and always interesting! He always took an interest in how my competition shooting scores were going. I was also honored to visit his home and see his model rail road in operation. He will be missed. Bob Peasley Lonsdale
every time i came over, he was so quiet and nice, usually reading a book, but always had a smile on his face and a glimmer of care in his eye.
-Driving on the viaduct and seeing someone fishing? off the impossibly high bridge. Seeing that it was Grandpa; stopping and asking what he was doing-untangling his fly-fishing line he told me with his chuckle. Genius! -Catching garter snakes in the ditches along Robert Lake Blvd and having Grandpa teach me how to hold them without making the snakes mad. -Watching Grandpa take Matt(my husband) to the trunk of his car and fill his arms with loads and loads of books at our wedding reception. -Too many hugs and laughs to count.
My top 13 dad memories: 13. Spending a high school summer helping dad and Dave build his house. Laying shingles with us 3 Purdie's on Dave's brand new roof. 12. Picking up walnuts with dad in back of Gopher Shooters (me at age 10) 11. Dad attempting to get that yellow ice/wind contraption trying to work on Roberds Lake 10. Letting me pick out my dog Cookie from a batch of pups (me at age 10) 9. Taking a trip with mom and dad to Lake Louise, Canada. The cabin, chinchillas, the bluest water, and the glacial ice that maatch the blue sky, horseback riding, and dogs 8. My throwing a party when mom and dad were gone for the weekend (me at age 20). The remnants of the party were supposed to have been taken to town by a guest and dropped in a dumpster. Instead, they made it to a nearby farmers field. The next day, mom and dad got a call and dad drove me to the field to get the bag of trash. Then he made me stand in the driveway while he picked out every beer bottle/can and lined them up. I never threw another party there again. 7. The ease of his backing the fifth wheel trailer down a steep hill and into a diagonal camping site in Port Angeles, Washington. 6. Never meeting a book/magazine he didn't like. 5. The day we said goodbye to Dave. 4. Dad driving through the Tempo parking lot, stating "let's see how close we can get to that shopping cart". Then getting very close at a high rate of speed, accidentally hitting the cart, and breaking of the side mirror in the process. Then saying "don't tell your mother". 3. Two yellow taxi cab mugs he brought back for me from a business trip he took to Philadelphia. The mugs are gone but the memory remains. 2. Dad and mom coming for a visit when I lived in Seattle. After they left, I discovered something new sticking to my refrigerator door in my mass of travel-related magnets. Wondering for days what this round piece of metallicized metal in a plastic coating had come from. The boyfriend denied it. Mom denied it. Turns out it was a part from a sewing machine that Dad had been carrying around in his pocket. That magnet made the journey with me from Seattle to Boise to Orlando. I loved dad's randomness and dry humor. 1. The countless times my family has said to me "that's something dad would do", "you are turning into dad", "you look like dad when you do that", "you sound just like dad".