Graveside Service for Russell Dunbar Lippitt

April 7, 2005


Russell Dunbar Lippitt.Born January 8, 1913 in Duluth, Minnesota.


Survived by his wife Peggy Augusta Lippitt, his son Calvin Jeffery Lippitt, daughter-in-law Debra Sue Lippitt, and two grandchildren, Louis Russell Lippitt and Leslie Christine Lippitt.


Iím his son, his only child, and so of course I have my memories of him.But you people knew him daily here while I had my family and career responsibilities quite a distance away.We are here celebrating his life, and so before anything else is said, I would like to take a moment to offer each of you who would like to an opportunity to share a memory of my dad with us Ė the things which made him so special.


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He had a knack for doing things right, and for doing things that proved more important than they appeared on the surface.In World War II, he served on a ship delivering fresh fruit to invasion forces in the Pacific.Not a job that brings medals, but Iím sure that the men who did earn those combat medals appreciated having fresh food breaking up their usual diet of combat rations.


In his work, he was one of the movers and shakers.In the early 1950ís, he helped start a revolution in business by introducing what was then known as Data Processing into his company.In 1958 when a competing business was going under, he saw potential and made a proposal to his company which transformed Coast-To-Coast Stores from a regional to a national leader in its field.In the process, he saved the jobs of several hundred people.


And it wasnít just on the job.As part of a church finance team, his efforts resulted in a new sanctuary for Parkrose Heights Methodist Church in Portland.Other groups benefiting from his work included Cub Scout Pack 266, Boy Scout Troop 59, Air Explorer Squadron 654, and several others.


But first and foremost Ė family.He married Deloris, his high school sweetheart, and they had a son.Her untimely death left him a single parent.He disregarded the advice of well-meaning friends who spoke of boarding schools and took on the challenge of raising a son.He married Peggy McKee a couple of years later, and she joined in that challenge, becoming a mom in every way possible.I like to think that the son turned out all right.


The marriage that my dad and my mom Peggy had was love and caring for 43 years.My wife Debbie and I pray to be able to do so well.


The wonderment of a little boy who watches in amazement as his daddy seems to do magic with his tools.His face in the crowd at a graduation.Visiting him at his office when I was young, and him visiting my office some years later.These are the sort of things that count for more than a list of names and dates.They are the gifts from Russ Lippitt, my dad, which weíll always have with us.


Iíd like to close with these words written in his honor:



By Cal Lippitt

In Memory of Russell Dunbar Lippitt

April 1, 2005


Some say that Mom is a childís introduction to angels.

Dad is the childís introduction to The Almighty.

It is true that Mom can fix a cut and kiss the pain away.

But itís Dad who puts things together,

Itís Dad who makes things work like they should,

And itís Dad who fixes that favorite toy when itís broken.


Mom will tell you how to play nice with the other kids,

Dad shows you how deal with the other kids who wonít play nice.

Dad shows you how to throw a ball and how to use a bat.

Mom helps you dress for the first day of school and gets you to the bus.

But itís Dad who makes sense of the math problems you canít grasp.

And Dad is the one who shows how that dull subject can come to life.


Mom tells you to clean your room clean and be polite at the table.

Dad shows you how to find that first job and keep it for as long as you need it.

And Dad is the one who helps you when the world doesnít make sense.

Mom picked you up when you fell down taking your first steps.

Dad made you pick yourself up when life tripped you,

And it was Dad who was proud when you got up, ran, and won.


Mom tells you wonderful stories of things that were or could be.

Dad tells you things from when he was your age,

And those lessons finally sink in as you approach his age

And you find yourself wishing heíd had more to say.

You honor your mom when you have your own home,

But you honor your Dad when you earn that home.


Thanks, Dad.

I love you.



In Loving Memory

Russell Dunbar Lippitt

January 8, 1913 Ė April 1, 2005


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