Fred J Kamp
(1926 - 2009)

Fred J Kamp

Montana, United States of America
April 17, 1926

Washington, United States of America
December 7, 2009

Guest Book
Growing up on the farm next to Uncle Fred's farm, I was around him and his family a great deal. Probably too much as far as He and Aunt Corinne were concerned. Chuck has always been like a brother to me, and it seemed when Chuck and I got together, we had to find a way to go just a little too far. So both Uncle Fred and Aunt Corinne both turned up the radar a bit when I was around!

About a year and a half ago, my Dad and I visited Uncle Fred while I was getting a stem cell transplant in Seattle. The 3 of us were talking, and Uncle Fred started chuckling. I asked him what was so funny. He recalled the summer he was running both his farm and Dad's farm, and our family came up from California for a couple months of the summer and to help with harvest. Uncle Fred took me out to have me run tractor doing the rodweeding. He had showed me what to do, made a round of the field with me,turned me loose, and headed back to the shop. Within an hour, he looked out the shop window, and could see the rodweeder wrapped around and over the tractor, the product of me turning way too sharply. We spent about an hour getting it untangled, and I was waiting the whole time to get blasted and fired. After he had straightened everything out, He said only "OK, let's get back to work". He said my response was "WHAT? You still want me to work for you after that screw up?" He said he laughed all the way back to the shop and always remembered the look on my face.

Later that same summer, we had a big crew for harvest with 4 combines and several grain trucks all working feverishly to keep pace. Uncle Fred's job was to supervise, keeping everything working and timed correctly, anticipating problems. Therefore he was usually running around in a pickup, coordinating things. My job was to drive the combine, which had no cab, and I was constantly covered in chaffe and sweaty. Every morning I would jokingly ask him if I could please run the pickup that day. He would just laugh. As harvest progressed, he often would drive one of the grain trucks, which looked great to me compared to the combine. So then I seriously started to ask him to let me drive truck. The response was always "You really have to pay attention to things to drive truck. That harvest, Uncle Fred would, not once but twice, take the end wall out of our elevator when he hastily left the elevator with the box still up on the truck. Each day, I would say to him "You really have to pay attention when you're driving truck." He never replied with words, only a sly smile. I'm sure he was thinking of the rodweeder...

My love for Uncle Fred grew steadily over the years. As a kid, I thought he didn't really like me. As a young man, we started to have some moments where we clicked and connected. As an adult, I began to really understand him and appreciate him. As he retired and I really got to see him as he was, I came to really appreciate the man he was and especially appreciate our times through the years together. I will miss him dearly, and be greatful for the quiet example he set as a family man.
Dan Kamp (nephew)
March 29th, 2010
We credit Dad as the man who conceived the idea of the Forever Stamp. I just came across a copy of a “Letter to the Editor” that Dad had published in the Indio paper years before the stamp came out. I want to share his letter as I think it gives so much insight into the man he was. I can almost hear him as I read his letter.

Stamp Foolishness

Please write your congressman now! Ask him or her to change the rules? When we buy a first-class stamp, it should be good for whenever we use it. Why should 100,000,000 of us have to drive to the post office, stand in line for 15 to 20 minutes to buy a few 1-cent stamps? And then lick the messy little things on every envelope we mail! Why?

The Postal Service could simply identify the stamp as a first-class, then when they need more money simply raise the price and continue to use the same stamp. We could use the ones we have left just as they are, but all our future purchases would cost more. The additional postage for extra ounces could be handled in a similar manner.

Please, let’s get rid of this costly, time-consuming foolishness! Surely Congress can mandate the change. I’m surprised it hasn’t been handled this way for years.

Fred Kamp, Indio

And now we have the Forever Stamp!
Evelyn DenHerder (daughter)
January 16th, 2010
One of my first memories of Grandpa involves eating squash for the first time. Not something I enjoyed, but Grandpa told me that I should keep trying things I don't like because one day I might change my mind. And sure enough, I love the taste of squash. He also told me I should chew each bite 50 times before swallowing; I haven't quite learned that kind of patience.
Having Grandpa & Grandma living next to us on the farm was such a comfort. All three of us kids loved being able to leave home and go to Grandpa & Grandma's. Ryan even packed a sack one time when he was mad at my mom and with the intent of running away from home, headed up to their house.
The time when we all went to Disney Land and we were staying with Grandpa & Grandma in Palm Dessert was so much fun. Grandpa took Ryan (in the center) & I on a ride in his golf cart. I think we were headed to the club house. Grandpa warned me to hold on tight. He liked to drive that cart fast around corners, and at one I just went rolling out of the cart. Grandpa was so impressed with how good I did, he said I just tucked and rolled.
Grandpa and Grandma picked us up in Montana in their motorhomes, and would take us to visit our Dad. I loved falling asleep on the bed, directly over the engine. Grandpa could handle that huge vehicle like it was a sports car.
Grandpa had an amazing smile and a warm embrace, each and everytime I saw him! I will miss him very much.
Betsy Birdsley (Granddaughter)
January 15th, 2010
My condolences to Aunt Corrine and Uncle Fred's entire family. I always remember my aunt and uncle as grandma and grandpa Kamp, thanks to Jan and Jill. What a blessing to have known and been touched by Uncle Fred's presence.
Brenda Mayo (Tiahrt) (niece)
January 3rd, 2010
Ditto Diana's. What a wonderful memorial web site with stories and pictures.
Leonard J Baluski (Daughter's TFHS Classmate)
December 28th, 2009
Connie, Chuck and All,

I was so sorry to read of your dad's passing. No matter how old they are, we are never ready to lose our parents. I know you will miss him a lot, but looking at all the photos makes me know that you have many wonderful memories to keep him always close in your heart. Know that you are all in my thoughts and prayers.

With sincere sympathy,
Diana Richards and Family
Diana (Watson) Richards (Friend)
December 27th, 2009
Keith enjoyed working with Fred at Manhattan preps and playing softball with him. We want to let you know that we have thought of you down thru the years and have asked Laura how you were doing. We are sorry for the loss of Fred.
Keith & Myrtle Robinson (Friend)
December 24th, 2009
I remember staying on the farm and helping Fred and Chuck with harvest after I ran over Vern's foot and broke it. Fred asked me afterwards "What were you doing??". Makes me chuckle. Thanks for the memories. Our thoughts are towards your family.
Doug Stipe (nephew)
December 23rd, 2009
I, too, extend my deepest sympathy to you Corrine and all the family. Never again will you know the presence of your husband, father, grandfather here and it does leave a vacant place in the family. This is a wonderful memorial and you did a great job, Chuck. Thank you for giving us a way to share with others a memories of your dad. My thoughts go in many directions in thinking about him. We had some wonderful times in your home through the years. Your dad was always a gentlemen and good to us. He was a very capable and intelligent man and seemed to excel in anything he attempted to do. A very methodical person and kept everything in its place. Your mother was a tremendous cook and homemaker. Being with them was always a pleasure. Loving thoughts to you all.
Laura Dykstra (Sister-in-Law)
December 22nd, 2009
Ron Bates (Nephew)
I admired my Uncle Fred who was a kind, friendly man. I admired his work and mechanical genius. He also had a great sense of humor—put to the test by putting up with years of my calling him Uncle ”Fritz”. In spite of that being a childhood name he didn’t care for, he put up with it and with me, and I will lovingly remember him.
Ron Bates (nephew)
December 22nd, 2009
I think I first met Fred when I was 16. I went to stay and help out at the convention preps at Manhattan that spring. Fred's oldest sister, Gertrude, was in the work. On at least two Saturdays while we were there, Gertrude took a couple of us girls home to Pa and Nina Kamp's house, where we stayed with the family.

When I returned home in the summer, I was hoping I'd hear from Fred because I knew I wanted to get to know him better. Sure enough. Before long, there was a letter in the mail. Fred also came to visit me a couple times that year.

Later, when I was working in Spokane, Fred came through town with his family. The family was taking Gertrude to Seattle. She was heading from Seattle to Holland, to continue in the work there. Pa and Nina Kamp were driving Gertrude in their shiny new Buick. Also on the trip were Elizabeth and John, as well as Fred – six in all. Fred asked if I could go with them to Seattle. Pa said I could, if Fred wanted me to sit on his lap all the way. So, I happily went along, sitting on Fred's lap. Fred happily held me all the way. From then on, we were an "item"!

When we made plans to be married, Fred was 19 and I was 18. People said we were way too young to be married and it would never last. But, it did last. Our life together could not have been better. Our marriage lasted all those (64) years, because we really loved one another. It was that love that got us through the struggles.

I know I could not have found a man who was a better husband for me or a better father for our kids. Fred was such a good and gentle man.
Corrine Kamp (wife)
December 19th, 2009
I have great memories of my Grandpa Kamp and I am thankful that I got to be his Grandson.

Paul says in the Bible that to walk in the "Fruit of the Spirit is Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control" (Galations 5:22 ESV) and that is how I remember my Grandpa.

I loved how no matter what my Grandpa was doing he would stop and give me his full attention. I remember being in Montana (On the farm) during harvest one year. Even though Grandpa was very busy with work he allowed me to ride in the combine with him while he was cutting the wheat. I also got to hold the portable CB Radio. Now I was pretty young and I bet I asked a lot of questions that day but I never remember Grandpa getting impatient or tired of answering all the questions I probably asked him.

Grandpa was one of the most organized man I know. I remember being in the barn playing when we (me and some one else, sorry I don't remember who was with me) looked out from the second level of the barn out towards the back horse shelter and we saw a big red white and black snake lying on the ground. I remember watching the snake for a while before running from the barn to Grandpa and Grandma's house on the hill. I then proceeded to tell Grandpa the whole story of the snake that we had seen. Grandpa let us tell the whole story before he told me nicely that the "Snake" was probably a rope and he was right. I thought that was impressive that Grandpa knew where an insignificant piece of rope was on that big farm.

I always remember Grandpa having a lot of cars which for our family was a huge blessing. I know that the DenHerder's bought and owned four of Grandpa's many vehicles. We bought a Red and grey Suburban (our first of many), a red and cream 1974 Ford F-100 (which later became mine), White Late 90s Dodge Ram 1500 pick up, and now my Mom and Dad own Grandpa's White 2007 Toyota Avalon. The Chevy Suburban even gave my dad and I trip to Montana and back to Washington together so that was a great memory in its self.

My grandpa also taught me the little things that mattered; Put salt on ketchup not on your fries, salt just falls off fries... Put sugar on your tomatoes they taste better.

My grandpa was very loving and I am so thankful that I got to spend so much time with him over the years. I have peace knowing that my hard working Grandpa is finally resting up in Heaven with his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. So even though he is not with us he is with out pain or sorrow.

Paul (inspired by God) also said, "Our citizenship is in Heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our Lowly body to be like his Glorious Body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself (Philipians 3:20 ESV).
Darik DenHerder (Grandson)
December 19th, 2009
Our dear Corrine and family - Oh, the memories we have with you and yours growing up - when Vernon and I lived in Three Forks and the good times we had together. Now the years have gone on by - you in WA and Ken and I in AZ. We get to MT during the summer. We send our deep sympathy to all of you --cherish the memories!
Most sincerely, Ken and Ruth Kitto.. AZ
Ken / Ruth KITTO (Friend)
December 18th, 2009
My Grandpa!!

The things I remember about my grandpa!!

His love, his smile, his laugh and his coco and cookies before bed! Ya gotta love a man with those kind of priorities!!! Where are the Oreo’s and the windmill cookies??!!

But that’s not all I remember - Grandpa is the genuine example of a “real” man. There are very few men with the character that my grandpa had . Godly, loving, honest, dependable, steady, good, hardworking, smart, loyal, fair… the list goes on and on and on.

I have lots of fun memories about getting to grandpa and grandma’s house! By car over the snowy mountains. Watching the stars on the sky-car on Amtrak. Arriving very stinky from a long bus ride across country or the excitement of taking my babies on their first plane trip. There was always excitement getting to their house. But I would have traded all that excitement for living closer to them - spending more time with them because the best part of the trip was getting there and feeling the unconditional love that one can not begin to explain. I remember crying like a baby when our visits were over and we had to leave.

I would never be able to express how much Grandpa and Grandma’s love, support and example means to me so I wont try but suffice is to say that all that is good about me is because of my Grandpa and Grandma Kamp! I love them so very much and will miss Grandpa as long as I am alive.
Jan N (grand daughter)
December 18th, 2009
I have great memories of visiting Grandpa and Grandma growing up. The Farm: swinging in the backyard, playing in the basement, trying to clean out the barn :-), sitting with the wheat and the grasshoppers, combines, climbing the hill behind the house, deer, sun and freedom to play for hours, snow and christmas, birthdays. Betsy, do you remember trying to make Coke one year?
Palm Dessert: hot tub, golf carts, tennis, sun, Disneyland.
A little closer to home I remember lots of camping trips together. Good food and fun. We always were welcomed in and there are quite a few of us when we all get together.
More recently: I remember going with Grandpa to see some concert at the clubhouse at the housing community in Bothell while Grandma was away. He knew a ton of people, was chatting away, and you could tell that he was well liked and respected.
Lincoln, my 2 1/2 year old son, and I have enjoyed visiting Grandpa and Grandma this past year or so while my daughter was at preschool. Lincoln is pretty busy. Grandpa took it in stride. He liked talking and interacting with Lincoln and so many times had that great smile! Grandpa was a gentleman. Always meeting us at the door of their apartment building and always walking us out.
We were blessed to know Grandpa and have him live so close. To see his great smile so often, to hear his witty jokes, to enjoy his company.
Beth Hadfield (Granddaughter)
December 18th, 2009
Wow! Where to begin? I have been overwhelmed several times these last couple of weeks with feelings of Awe and pure Joy for the blessings my heavenly Father has so graciously given me through an AMAZING Grandpa and family!!!!!

I have enjoyed 26 years of beautiful memories with my Grandpa Kamp: Memories at the farm in Montana, at the house in Palm Dessert, family camping trips and his motor homes (a different motor home almost every trip), holidays, birthdays, sporting events, hugs, and so many more. I have shared so many special moments with him over the years and I am thankful for ALL of them. I could not have asked for a better grandpa!

My grandpa was the sweetest and most genuine man: Always smiling, always loving, and always showing he cared through words and actions. He was a great example of how to live out your faith in Jesus Christ. He deeply loved and showed care for his wife, his family, friends, cars, work, pets, and the list goes on. He invested a large amount of his time in his family and always made you feel special. He had a great sense of humor and would always make me laugh.

My grandpa and grandma had the most beautiful marriage relationship; A true example of how to love your spouse “until death do us part”. I will never forget the honest and beautiful words he spoke about my Grandma at their 60th Wedding Anniversary.

I will always remember the way he lit up the room when he entered with his twinkling eyes and his big smile, and I will always picture him wearing one of his many hats.

He is now at peace with our Great and Mighty Father and Comforter, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!!!! I feel truly blessed and I thank the Lord for giving me an AMAZING and LOVING Grandpa who has so richly blessed my life and the life of so many others. Just another reason to praise my Lord, Jesus Christ, and sing for JOY this CHRISTmas season!
Corene DenHerder (Granddaughter)
December 18th, 2009
I am so sorry Rachel's grandfather has left us. I shall always remember him as a smiling good looking friend and always willing to help one. I didn't get the opportunity to know him as long as some but he came into our family when AAron, my grandson, married Rachel, his granddaughter. Hi wife Corrine and I have enjoyed several times together and my love goes to her. It is hard to give up your loved one but we know he is at peace. All my love to the family.
Helen Wolff (Friend)
December 17th, 2009
My Dear Grandpa Kamp,

Where do I begin?! I am going to miss you so much!

Your twinkling eyes, your mischievous smile, your sarcasm when I least expected it, the way you always came to meet us in the lobby when we came to visit and insisted on carrying one of my bags when my hands were full (even though it was too heavy for you), your love of puzzles and games (Shuffleboard and Hearts), your hugs, the way you liked a root beer with your pizza, the way you laughed with my kids and hugged my kids and played on the floor with my kids, how you were always the gentleman holding open doors and helping grandma, the way you talked about the farm, visiting you and grandma on the farm and in Palm Dessert, your love of cars, the way you were always working on something, how you loved watching the Mariners (you remembered every detail!), camping with you and your giant motor homes, your faith in Jesus, your desire to take care of those around you… These are just some of my favorite memories of you.

What a gift you have left behind for your family – your love for God and others. Thank you for that. What a blessing to have such an exceptional grandfather and great-grandfather. You are greatly missed, but it makes me smile to know you are sitting with Jesus. I love you, Rachel
Rachel Freiheit (Granddaughter)
December 17th, 2009
I have some very fond memories of Dad & Mom, their kindness and the wisdom they showed to all they were around.

My fondest memories are of Dad at the farm. I loved the farm, harvest time & running one of the 4 combines. The year Dad bought big Red (the first airconditioned cab) he was so proud of it. I can remember he said he could get out at night as clean as he was when he climbed in in the morning. I remember working with many different guys & enjoying the wonderful meals served out in the field.

It was my first time working with that size equipment, tractors, rodweeders and seeders. I thought it was so neat. When faraming at home in California, we had much smaller equipment. At first I made skips in the field & sometimes overlapped too much, but with Dad's coaching I got onto it. Dad did most of the planting.

I also appreciated that he let me hunt wild game out there. Over the years, I loved him & the time we spent together.
Ron Tiahrt (son-in-law)
December 17th, 2009
I was sorry to hear Uncle Fred’s passing. Like others, I remember his quiet confidence. I also remember talking to him about the first diesel car I’d seen and I acted like it was something new. He smiled, listened and said something like, “that must really be something.” Later my Dad told me Uncle Fred had owned a diesel car (I think I got that part right!) Then I really felt smart!
When I started school at MSU, I remember Uncle Fred calling me to see how I was doing and asking if there was anything I needed. I’ve always appreciated that. He must have figured the last thing Bozeman needed was another dumb farm kid wandering around.
Thanks for putting this site together. I like the pictures.
Curt Douma (Nephew)
December 16th, 2009
Almost 84 years ago, Mom (Betsy-Mrs. John T. Kamp) came home from the hospital with a new baby boy (Fred). It was my ninth birthday so I got to hold him first, then Gertrude, Tom and Elizabeth. From that time on he was my pride and joy. I often walked with him on my right hip. Three years later he got a little brother named John.
It was the day after Fred’s fifth birthday that our Mother passed away at age 41. For the next eight years I took over the care of the household and kids—six kids and Pa. Pa was a big help.
Pa was the implement dealer and shop foreman. I got married the spring of 1939 and Pa remarried that fall. Fred was a teenager and accepted his new Mother, while the other kids called her Nina.
Fred was a kind, good boy and helpful. The boys were pals. My two sisters and all three boys graduated from Manhattan High School. We felt that Fred was too young to get married at age 19 (November 27, 1945) but he and Corrine had a great life together and were blessed with four children.
He was a wonderful brother, and during his last years, we phoned each other often. He was always concerned about my health. He often reminded me of Pa Kamp who passed away in 1949 at age 64. Both were hard workers, good business men and fine Christians.
I was so pleased Evelyn brought her parents to Montana last spring, and I was able to sit and visit with him once again. I will miss him so.
Fred’s Sister Grace Bates (92)
Grace Bates (Sister)
December 15th, 2009
It's not easy to lose a family member especially a husband and father. We remember Fred as a very kind and thoughtful man. Many years ago Lloyd worked on his farm near Three Forks during harvest and that was a good experience. My memory of Fred is that he was always one of the first at preps in Manhattan and can still see him standing by the convention kitchen in his spotless hat waiting to help put up the dining tent. Thoughts of love and care go your way.
Lloyd&Lorraine Jacobsen (friends)
December 15th, 2009
When I was young, I loved to sit in my Dad's lap. I'd hold his hand and "massage" his fingers. He had big hands… calloused hands… strong hands… safe hands. In his lap, I felt so secure… I knew I was so loved.

I often saw Dad with his Bible held in those big, strong hands. He taught me that the Bible was the most special book we could read. I knew Dad loved God. He wanted to know His Word. He wanted me to know and love God, too. Dad put God first in his life and chose to live in obedience to His Word.

Dad was so patient with me. He worked and worked with me as I struggled to learn how to ride a bike on the streets of Three Forks. Oh the joy of the celebration we shared when I mastered the balancing trick and rode off on my first successful "run"!

Looking back, I'm not sure why Dad allowed us to come and play at Fred Motor Company during the work day… but, play we did. Someone might have got their head stuck in the big sign at the corner of the lot... that must have been Chuck. Surely I would not have done such a silly thing! Dad was called to the rescue. He came quickly and calmly… and, Voila! The impossible was accomplished… the offending head was removed from the offending sign post.

But, that wasn't enough… another day was perfect for knights in shining armor. There might have been 5-gallon buckets… one of them might have been swung vigorously… it might have connected with the back of Chuck's head… there might have been blood. Once again, it was our calm and steady Dad to the rescue. But, he never locked us up and threw away the key… he never banned us from returning for another day of fun later.

He'd come home at night and we'd wrestle with him on the floor… pure delight! But… once there may have been a coffee table nearby… it may have had very sharp corners… one of those corners may have connected with the back of Chuck's head… there may have been more blood. Dad felt so bad… but, as always, he knew just how to "fix" the problem!

Camping trips to "Ferry Lake" …swimming, boating, fishing.

Later Dad would take us to "Meadow Lake" …get the camper and a tent, or the trailer set-up and head back to the farm to work while we'd stay with Mom for a summer blast… cousins were often there, too. I don't remember ever wondering how Dad managed back at home without Mom, his helpmate, there to cook his meals or run to town for needed parts, etc. Clearly, Dad enjoyed giving us special joys, even when it was a personal sacrifice for him.

There was a side of Dad that was an intense workaholic… when he worked, he worked hard. But, oh the fun we had growing up, too! Dad knew how to relax and take time to enjoy his family! How great it was when Dad joined us at the lake… bringing the boat… followed by a trail of friends and relatives. Again, Dad's patience was demonstrated as he ran the boat time and again for water skiers and would-be water skiers. (I should know… he worked with me a lot. I never did manage to get up on those skies… but, I really don't like to talk about that much!)

Dad loved to drive, so there are a lot of great memories of trips taken and new places visited. Extended family was a big part of our lives, too… big Kamp family holiday meals… big Stipe Family reunions… laughter… always lots of laughter!

Harvest… a serious and intense time for Dad and Mom… but, fun beyond measure for us! We surely must have slowed the work down at times… just by virtue of being kids and making impulsive kid-decisions. But, Dad seemed to enjoy knowing that we were having fun… riding in the back of the grain trucks as the combines emptied their hoppers of grain…feeling the grain bury our feet, then our legs… feeling the wheat shift as we rounded corners and went up and down hills on the way home to the elevator… riding the big wheat slide as the truck box was raised to the sky and the wheat ran out. Experiences that Dad could have banned us from because it was too unsafe or because we'd be in the way and would slow things down… I'm sure glad Dad allowed us that wonderful playtime and gave us those great memories!

Eventually we all graduated (mostly) from the play part of harvest to becoming part of the working team. For me, that was running the elevator. (I'd had some understudy training, under Evelyn's watchful eye, which helped prepare me for the task.) It was a big responsibility and it was a little scary at times for me… keeping the elevator running quickly enough to clear out the wheat before another truckload rolled in, but not running it so quickly that the wheat would fall back down and clog the works up. Dad knew I could do it… so, I did it!

Even in the work, though, there was always time for play, too… the hot meals we brought out to the crew in the fields were always devoured amidst much joking and laughter. Dad tried to pretend he was a very serious guy… but, really, he was as much a jokester as anyone!
Connie Jacobsen (daughter)
December 15th, 2009
My memories of Dad will always include all the laughs we shared together.

I grew up knowing my Dad as a take charge kind of guy. He was always known for getting the job done. He delighted in finding solutions to every problem.

He kept all of his tools and personal belongings completely organized. Anything with a motor was maintained as recommended to assure that it would work when he needed it. I don’t think he ever missed an oil change or tune up.

He kept his books and files so organized that we could always find anything we needed. Somehow he managed to keep his files up to date so that, unlike mine, they were never filled to overflowing.

In the last couple of years, whenever I talked to anyone about my Dad and his struggles, I always told them about the laughs we shared together.

I can only imagine how difficult it was for him when the things he had done so well started slipping away from him. Despite the challenges he faced, he always found something to laugh about. He didn’t like it but he made the best of it.

As I think back to my childhood, I realize that his chuckles are what I remember even growing up. My first and only tractor driving memory would have reduced most Dads to yells of frustration, but it brought out my Dad’s chuckle.

The only time I ever remember driving a tractor was pulling Dad slowly around a field on a flat bed trailer while he collected straw bales. He stood on the trailer, swung some kind of a hook into each bale and then flung it on the trailer.

As everyone who has driven a tractor knows, tractors buck once in awhile. As it happened about the time he got a few neat and tidy rows stacked, the tractor gave a buck and off went the bales. I remember him looking at me, shaking his head, wiping his brow and chuckling. I guess he knew I was doing my best and he couldn’t expect anything more than that.

Dad never wanted a dirty vehicle and he especially didn’t want a dent in a vehicle. I remember trying to turn around in a white pickup and head for home faster than whoever was in the other vehicle heading for home (I think it was Chuck and maybe Cousin Dan). Everyone knows you don’t have to look behind when you are out in the middle of a field because deer always run when you come towards them. Well this time there was a farm tool of some sort in the field and when it met my back bumper, it shoved the box up against the cab. Dad didn’t like his truck getting damaged, but he chuckled when I asked him how I was supposed to know that there was a big tool parked out in the middle of a field.

I remember him patiently helping me, more than once; get the grain elevator going after letting it get jammed. He worked right beside me many a times shoveling grain away from the spout to get as much wheat as possible into each bin.

He was a great whistler. I can almost hear his whistle now. He always whistled while he worked. He could whistle any thing, but his favorite tunes were hymns.

Dad’s favorite Hymn was “How Great Thou Art.” I love the version by Alan Jackson that I have imbedded on this website under the Video Tab.

I am so thankful for the peace that fills my heart when I picture my Dad the moment that he was taken home to be with his Lord and Savior. The words of that hymn couldn’t express more clearly how Dad must have felt: “When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation and take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!” It is wonderful to know that his mind is renewed and that his body has been made whole. PRAISE GOD! I am a very thankful daughter.
Evelyn DenHerder (Daughter)
December 15th, 2009
It is not easy to write about Fred, with out shedding tears. Fred was our first brother in law, and seemed the other boys were held to that standard. I also have many good memories of times spent on that wheat farm, with Fred and Corrine. Corrine was a terrific cook and Fred was an exceptional farmer. We will all miss his smile and ability to make us all laugh. We will all miss him in different ways, but his family we know, will miss him the most. Thank you Chuck for doing such a good job of getting this together. Mary
Mary Douma (sister in law)
December 14th, 2009
We never met your father Connie, but he raised a wonderful person in you and that makes him very special indeed. Warm thoughts to you and your family with our deepest sympathy. Love, Kathy and Rick
Kathy and Rick Balam (cousin-in-law)
December 14th, 2009
I will be forever blessed to have had such a wonderful Christian grandfather. He was such a wonderful example, always had a smile for you!
While growing up it was fun to brag to my friends that my grandparents were snowbirds. Telling them that my grandpa was a successful wheat farmer and he was able to take Grandma out of the nasty cold Montana winters to sit and relax in the sun. It was fun to go down and visit them. I felt like a queen riding around the park with him in his golf cart. I also enjoyed the visits to Seattle and was able to spend a couple of months with him and Grandma. He was always quick to help you forget all your problems back home.
The summers at the farm were great fun too. Once he tried to teach me how to milk the cow, needless to say I quickly left that chore to him. I also got to go with him to feed the chickens and helped gather the eggs. He was always very careful that I did not bring any cracked eggs to Grandma.
While sitting in church last Sunday listening to the choir I realized that Grandpa now gets to listen to the angels sing all day long. It is wonderful to know that he is in heaven and was able to hear God say “Fred Kamp welcome home” on the day the doves came down and rescued him from his illness. He will be greatly missed by all.
Jill Tiahrt (Granddaughter)
December 14th, 2009
We want to send our sincere sympathy to all the family in your great loss. We never really knew Fred very well and haven't seen him for years. One great memory I, (Irene) has of Fred and Corrine is years ago, Alma (Corrine's sister) and I spent a weekend with them on their farm. The children were just little then. We had such a great time and Fred and Corrine were very hospitable to us. I am glad for this memory. You, Corrine, and all the family will surely be in our thoughts these days. Love to all,
Duncan & Irene Hunter (Uncle and Aunt)
December 14th, 2009
Thanks for sharing! I loved looking through photos and enjoying a smile. Uncle Fred had a wonderful smile! Thinking of you in your loss and thankful for our opportunity to see everyone we did last month!
Joyce Trevithick (niece)
December 14th, 2009
Thanks for sharing this website. You have a nice collection of pictures on it. Thoughts have been and continue to be with you all. With care.
Debbie Jacobsen (Brian's sister)
December 14th, 2009
What a joy to read this and think about Fred. I spent so much time with your family as a kid. I think now how kind and welcoming Fred was-I was just an additional kid! One if my memories of the farm was learning to ride a bike-Bonnie's and new at that! I rode it down from the house to the gas pumps, couldn't stop and didn't steer, so crashed and really messed up the bike! And still they loved me. I also remember the time he lost his teeth and i was glad Bonnie mentioned that-I thought he was water skiing. Thank you to both Fred and Corrine for making my childhood so much fun. They were also so accepting, didn't judge. Herb and I both enjoyed the New Year we spent with them in Palm Springs. I remember him with so much gratitude. Love to all of you.
Barb Bales (sister-in-law)
December 14th, 2009
Very nice memorial. I loved the pictures! I will miss Uncle Fred.
Sandra Fiegi (Niece)
December 14th, 2009
Thank you for putting together this wonderful memorial for Uncle Fred. He was always so good to me and I was proud to be his niece. One of the things I loved most about him was his infectious laugh. I loved it when he got on a roll with a good story and we shared a good laugh -- the laugh until you cry kind of laugh. I really enjoyed the photo album you have compiled here. I am going to see if I have a photo I can add of Uncle Fred with a dog in his lap because that how I remember him over the last decade and then some.
I am thinking of your family with much love and sympathy.
Cynthia Dykstra Liles (Niece)
December 14th, 2009
Thanks for taking the time to put this together, Chuck. It's a very nice tribute. I have some good memories of time spent with both your mom and dad.
Sheila Syverson (niece)
December 13th, 2009
I have been thinking a lot about your Dad since learning of his demise. A lot of memories have come flooding into my mind and the following are what I remember: I would have been 9 yrs old when he came courting my oldest sister in 1944. She was like a second mother to us -- always tender of heart and always looking out for us. He made quite an impression. Fred was driving a car that had a rumble seat. The day they were married in November of 1945 -- we met Pa Kamp and Nina for a first time. When Bonnie was born, Barb became an aunt and she was only two years old. In my early teens I helped your mother with the care of your siblings and with tasks related to harvest. The harvest crews were large -- your folks boarded some of these men. In addition to breakfast, your mother always fixed a hot noon meal and we took it out to the field on the farm and then she fixed another meal late in the day. Your Dad always had a lot of stress related to handling a crew of men and all the equipment involved in harvest. My last year in Montana I worked in Bozeman -- the year you were born. The first time I drove an automobile was when I was with your folks. Your Dad was in the back seat with the kids - a car passed us -- Fred ask me to pull over -- he took over and we caught and passed the “offender”.

Your folks both had great work ethics and they were a team. I learned a lot during those years. Mel and I won’t forget that when Mel was first diagnosed with prostate cancer, your folks came to Wildomar to see us.

We know you are all feeling a very real and deep loss. I keep thinking of your mother also. It is our hope to see her before too long. The Marriott I found in Redmond -- and after I did a google search -- it appears to be like 4 miles from where she is. Take care and know that we care! Love, Esther and Mel
Esther Davison (Sister-in-law)
December 13th, 2009
What can I say? He was MY DAD! A gentle man of integrity...honest, fair, caring. He walked, not talked, his faith. He loved and respected our mother for 64 years--what better gift to his children? He was an example to us even behind the scenes---growing up, honesty was paramount and the worst language I heard from his mouth was "shoot" & "darn".

After God and family, his passion was cars. He taught me to identify cars by their make while I was a toddler; his hobby was buying/selling cars. I remember him bickering with Uncles John, Tom & Avery about whose car accelerated fastest & whose got the best mileage. He patiently taught me to drive in a little Vauxhal & a Corvair Spider....I probably seemed like a quick learner compared to teaching his sister Gertrude a few years earlier!!

He was a whiz with numbers---back in the day when each household had one phone number, he was a walking phone directory. He taught us to take care of our possessions---trade-in value was always on his mind I guess. :) He was thrifty with hot water & long distance phone minutes, but big ticket items were another story.

I remember spending hours with Dad in our boat....pulling/teaching friends & extended family to water ski. Looking back, I think it must have been more work than play for him. Speaking of boats, who can forget the day he was fishing with Uncle John & lost his upper set of dentures to the bottom of the lake!

The last couple years of his life, as dementia was taking him away from us, he was still an example to us---so patient with his confusion & loss of ability---except of course for giving up his car & driving privileges, which was so very vexing for him. I am proud to call him MY DAD----I would choose no other!!
Bonnie Tiahrt (daughter)
December 13th, 2009
So sorry to see that your Dad passed away, Chuck. I am sure you are happy you went to Alaska with your family earlier this year. Those are the times that make life worth living...being with people you love! He lived a good life and was your "hero"...what more can we ask to leave as a legacy? Wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and I love you!!
Carol Austin
December 13th, 2009
My dad was always my hero. His keen wit and dry humor could lighten the hearts of pretty much any group of people. It seemed that he had a special way with the ladies. He could bring a sweet smile to the face of a sourpuss and seemed to delight in the challenge. When it came to working, he always knew the best way to get something done. I could come up with plenty of other ways, but his way was almost always the best. Besides being an excellent farmer, a natural at iron working, a cunning and skilled negotiator and a remarkable diplomat, he was very inventive. When the need arose he would quickly devise and build a simple and effective solution. He had an uncanny knack for remembering numbers. With him around you very rarely needed a phonebook.

Dad always kept his tools, machinery and equipment in excellent repair. We used preventive maintenance in the slow times to keep the wheels turning during the busy times. When Dad harvested the crops it was like poetry in motion. Everyone and all the machinery and equipment worked together smoothly, efficiently and effectively.

I remember several times while I was school age that some 20 to 40 year old testosterone laden buck would propose a strength or coordination challenge to the group – the “I’ll bet you can’t do this” type situation. Dad was not the biggest or the strongest looking but invariably seemed to quietly and easily win every contest. And you should have heard him call the cats! He could say “here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty” repeatedly several times faster than anyone else. He probably could have been an auctioneer worth just going to listen to with his enunciation and tongue control.

Dad always had a boat while I was growing up. He worked hard and put in long hours, but he liked to go have some fun too. Water skiing and trolling for trout were common occurrences. Dad and I and Uncle John and Dan all got Honda 90’s and went trail riding at places like Hyalite, Ferry Lake, Lava Lake and parts unknown. I remember one time that Uncle Tom, and Cousins John and Bob also joined us on a trip up around Henry’s Lake. The work was never done, but we took time to go have some fun anyway and made lots of good memories in the process.

Dad was quick to point out an error or problem but not so quick to give praise. I spent the first forty some years of my life trying to win his approval without ever feeling like I’d made it. Then in frustration I turned and went for his disapproval instead. I quickly found that goal to be much easier to obtain. Thankfully I soon tired of that. Through the ups and downs of life, I have never lost my respect for him. In fact respect hardly does it justice. It’s more like I have a deep sense of awe for my dad. He is and always will be my hero.
Chuck Kamp (Son)
December 12th, 2009
This is the memorial I set up for Fred Kamp. To sign the guest book, click on the "Sign Guest Book" button below.
Chuck Kamp
December 11th, 2009
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"Chuck, What an Awesome memorial you have created for your Dad,it is beautiful. Reading his history and everyone's comments, he truly had to have been a wonderful man.My Love, thoughts and prayers are with you. Your a great person yourself and a fore"
Susie Rosa
February 25th, 2010
"What a cutie Fred was in my life! The twinkle in his eye when he was teasing me! He always tickled me with his sense of humor. Friend of Chuck's"
Jeannie Corkum
December 25th, 2009
"A lovely tribute to a lovely man. I got to know Mr Kamp because of my friend, Connie. I appreciated his friendly welcome and warm hospitality. Much Love to the family"
Jeanne Albright
December 19th, 2009
"Beautiful tribute to your Dad Evelyn. I so enjoyed both your dad and your mom as we got to know them through our many years of baseball. Our love, thoughts and prayers are with you and your family."
Don and Wendy Ditter
December 18th, 2009
"What a wonderful tribute! BEAUTIFUL pictures and web site! I got to know Fred later in life and he was always charming with such a sweet smile. Great family man...they broke the mold!! Gretchen"
Gretchen Briscoe
December 14th, 2009


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