Fredrick Alan Gothard passed away March 1, 2013 at the age of 76. He was born on Sept. 1, 1936. There are no services.
My name is Sherry VanCleve. I met Fred in 2006 when he asked me if I would take care of his mom, Helan Schulze. Fred told me all the time that I should bring out my horses, because they would have more time room to run, and because his mom would enjoy watching. So I brought out my horses.
Fred started getting ill about six months ago, after his mom passed away. So I stayed on to help him. Later on, he told me the real reason why he had me bring out my horses. He knew that I would have to come out and feed them twice a day, and that I would come in to visit him. So what he did was Shanghai me.
Then when he moved into his momís house, he told me I could move into his building next door, so I did. He loved telling jokes and pulling stuff on people.
One night he called me about 2 a.m. and said he needed me real quick. I thought something was very wrong. I was in my pajamas and when I got over there, I asked him what was wrong. He told me that nothing was wrong, that ďI just wanted you to get me a glass of ice water. I didnít want to get up and do it myself,Ē he laughed. I could write more, but it would take up a whole book. The ones who knew him know what Iím talking about. He and his mom were like family to me. We all miss you.