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Information for Dale Oree Ivie

15 November, 1918 – 20 March, 1997

From The Idaho Press-Tribune

23 March, 1997
Contributed by Dennis McIndoo

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Dale Ivie

    Dale Oree Ivie, 78, of Caldwell, died Thursday, March 20, 1997, at the Middleton Cemetery, Middleton.  Mr. Bill Free of the Church of Christ will officiate.  Family and friends may meet at the cemetery.  Arrangements are under the direction of Flahiff Funeral Chapel, Caldwell.
    Dale was born November 15, 1918, in Huston, Idaho, a son of John and Ida Brooks Ivie.  He was reared and educated in the Caldwell area and married Mildred Breach on November 17, 1942, in Caldwell.
    He is survived by his wife, Mildred, of Caldwell; three sons, Donald Oree Ivie, Caldwell; Wendell Jay and his wife Linda Ivie, Caldwell, Aaron Oree and his wife Shannon Ivie, Nampa, five daughters, Ida Lou and her husband Kenny Reno, Parma; Glenda Faye and her husband Julian Garcia, of CA; VaNyla Gayle and her husband Dan Milburn, Middleton, Wanda Dayle and her husband Tim, Whelechel, Middleton; Christina Wylene and her husband Hans Louvring, Coos Bay, OR.  He was preceded in death by his parents, one grandson, Joshua Whelchel and one granddaughter, Twyla Richesin.
    Dad was a great fan of sports, especially football.  He played football through his high school years at Middleton, then at Whitman College, at Walla Walla.
    His pride and joy was watching his children and grandchildren play sports, he stated it brought back memories of the “good ole days.”
    Dad had goals in life, one was to be the best Christian man, father and husband he could be, another goal, to have his own business, he always wanted to help produce crops, flowers, and lawns organically.  We believe he reached his goals, he was a well respected man because of his faith and will always be remembered as the “Kozgro King.”  His kids know that heaven will be a greener place and the angels now have a song leader, he was a man of music with a son in his heart.  Good-bye “Mr. Kozgro King.” 
    J.R.’s comments on Oree’s life. Some of the fondest memories and treasured times in our life was spent hunting and fishing with Fay and Oree.  In the 1930’s we discovered deer hunting and covered large portions of the Boise, Payette and S. Fork of the Salmon River.  In the 40’s we graduated to elk hunting on our yearly pack trips in the Clearwater country was eventful and successful.  We did a lot of Croppie fishing in the Owyhee and trout and salmon fishing in the Bear Valley and Sulphur Creek.  In later years we added a chapter of successful Kokanee fishing the Anderson Ranch Dam.
    Many years before the church had facilities for gatherings, like the 4th of July picnics, wedding anniversaries, and not least of all, the fish fries, his home was always offered and often used.  He and Mildred and their family volunteered many hours preparing for and cleaning up after these social functions.  The big gardens of corn, beans, tomatoes, and melons were shared with everyone and took many hours of Oree and Phil’s time.  Personally I feel a deep bond to him and his family.  When I was injured in the wreck, they opened their home and their hearts to me and took me into their home and cared for me until I was able to return to my own home.  And in the illness since then, he and his family were there for me.  He may have had some short comings, but he is a brother I am very proud to claim.
    My comments, Wylene.  Being four years older than me, many times growing up, I felt he must have been placed in my life just to pull rank and boss me around.  I nursed many skins, scrapes and wounded ego from having to go “first” on some risky escapades and only to have him and our nephews decide “that was no fun” and they didn’t want to do it.
    I remember evening the score once – He was allergic to bee stings.  His eyes would swell shut instantly.  We were down in the pasture by the railroad, barefooted and he got stung.  I had to lead him home, needless to say, we went through the deepest mudholes, nettle patches and every fresh cow paddy I could find.
    I have so many memories Oree and I have shared.  Having no children of my own, his are very special to me.  I am sure “perfect” he wasn’t, I am glad to have shared my life with Oree and I love him very much.

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