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Lynn Maichle posted a condolence
Somehow 2-1/2 years have passed and it still seems as if Dad was here just a short time ago. I log onto the Hindle website often, looking at Dad's picture and re-reading the 'candles.' And once again I'm grateful for all the kind thoughts and wishes from people who knew him as well as people who hadn't met him yet. Thank you. It still means a lot to read them....Lynn
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Rosangela Gelly, Chiarelli and Luigi (from Brazil) posted a condolence
Reading Mr. Maichle life history I had the opportunity to confirm what I already thought: a daughter that loved his father so much and that is proud of him. That was there, to take care of him, regardless how far she was around the world. I worked with Lynn for almost five years and I always saw her, thinking about him and his health.
An example of man.
An example of daughter.
My condolences.
Rosângela and family.
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Rob Pullar posted a condolence
I remember when John came down to Washington, DC to see Lynn and visit with the "Maichle clan". I was barely out of high school when I got to spend good time with Uncle John. He was always easy to talk with and I enjoyed his company greatly.
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arlene pulsinelle posted a condolence
He was a very special man who is leaving behind really great memories. How lucky his daughters are to have such a dedicated Father.
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Anjali Joshi posted a condolence
Hi Lynn,
I didn't know your dad, but it was nice to see his picture. I want to offer our condolences again for your loss. You'll always have the great memories.
Anjali and Madhav
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John, Mike & Tina Bacon & sons Marcus, Brian, Jonathan, & Stephen posted a condolence
TO OUR "UNCLE JOHN MAICHLE"
Growing up in Rockford, IL, our[Mike & John Bacon, & Martha Bacon Foster(Deceased 2005)- children of Dr. John Bacon and Jean Maichle Bacon] memories of Dansville and all of our relatives stemmed mostly from summer/holiday visits, including some Xmas's at the Rod and Gun Club. During the course of our visits, it was obvious that our Uncle John was a devoted family man, with his loving wife Mary and daughters Lynn & Laurie by his side. All would agree that John Maichle was a formidable man, having served our country as a Marine fighting in the intense Pacific campaign during WWII.
For me personally - and I think my brother Mike & sister Martha(now deceased) would also echo the following sentiment - I remember "our Uncle John" and his sparkling smile. It was a smile that revealed a strong, gentle man who always invited conversation - whether that meant a real exchange of thoughts and ideas, or maybe sharing some heartfelt words of wisdom, or simply a "hope you're doing OK" look. I'm quite certain that "his smile", his resolve made more than one fellow soldier glad to have him manning their foxhole together.
From my shared viewpoint, we were just glad to have him as "our Uncle John".
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Suzanne and Alan Rom posted a condolence
Dear Lynn,
So sorry to have learned of your father's death. Alan and I both know how devoted you were to your dad, and we also know how much that must have meant to him. Your first thoughts were always how to make his life easeier, more comfortable, and enriched. Cherish those times you were able to spend together; you were so lucky to have had him in your life as long as you did. Please know that our thoughts are with you and your family at this difficult time.
Fondly, Suzanne and Alan Rom
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Dianna Magnani posted a condolence
I have many memories of Lynn traveling to New York to visit her dad and to make sure that he had what he needed. And, Lynn would write work emails at all hours to make sure we here at the office had everything we needed.
I hope that I will be there for my folks the way that Lynn was their for her dad.
With deepest sympathy,
Dianna Magnani
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Svea Fraser posted a condolence
I am grateful that I had the opportunity to meet your father, Lynn, and to look into those
kind and very blue eyes. Your tribute to him makes him alive for us today, and his legacy continues in your own meticulous work ethic, your loyalty to friends, and your commitment to making the world a better place. Thank you for sharing Jack with us,
especially in such a poignant way. May the love you so lavishly poured on him be returned to you in the friends and family who surround you now.
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Bill Kantor posted a condolence
So sorry to hear of your loss Lynn.
After reading your "candle" it makes me wish I had an opportunity to meet your dad. What a hoot--two vertical lines means "no". I now know where your sense of fairness and perfection come from.
Best wishes,
Bill, Connie, and Amy
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Lynn Maichle posted a condolence
JOHN MAICHLE - READING
One of the first things many people say about John Maichle is that he was a good man.
He was a man of his word, and he was happiest when he was working on some project around the house, puttering around at his workbench, shoveling a neighbor’s sidewalk, bringing in their newspaper, working at a friend’s welding shop, or helping someone reseal a driveway.
From all reports he was somewhat of a rebel growing up, and school was NOT his favorite pastime. When he wasn’t playing football and getting his nose broken, he was off raising cane somewhere with his friends.
Dad didn’t like seeing people being picked on, and never shrank from a fight. My sister Laurie and I remember hearing a story from one of his best friends, our mother’s brother Reed, about being in a pub when some man was being abusive to a woman. According to our uncle, Dad walked up to the guy and clocked him.
Dad’s uncle Frank offered to get him into West Point or the Naval Academy. Dad refused. In the early 40s he was hired by the defense plant Lindy Air in Buffalo. A friend of his once told me that John was the most meticulous welder he knew, and whatever seam he welded was neat and clean and stayed put. He had a secure job at Lindy Air, but he was determined to join the service – he wanted to join the fight. He pestered his boss over and over until he finally was released, and Dad immediately enlisted in the Marines. Going by the pictures, he was pretty cocky in his uniform. In his letters home he said he was really looking forward to the training he received on the firing range. According to the medals he received which my sister Laurie framed for him, he was one shot away from the highest score ever achieved in marksmanship.
Dad didn’t talk much about his experiences in the South Pacific – just that you could smell the enemy before you could see them, and how tough it was to bathe just with water in your helmet. He was a nut about taking showers ever since then, and kept multiple bars of soap in every dresser drawer so his clothes always had that fresh scent. Another habit that held over from the Marine Corps was shining his shoes – nearly every day.
He fell in love with our mother some years before the war, and married her shortly after he returned from the Pacific. It’s not clear whether they met when he played football for Dansville and she was a cheerleader for Caledonia, or if they were introduced by Mom’s brother Reed, who was one of his best friends. Thankfully, he saved the letters they wrote back and forth during that time, and it’s wonderful to read them now. I read passages from a few of my mother’s letters to Dad last week, and he smiled at the parts where she called him a “snip.� She asked if it was difficult taking orders, and to resist the impulse to turn on his heel, tell them to shove it, and walk away. His response was that he thought the Marines would finally make a man out of him. While he was overseas, Dad tried to tell Mom not to wait for him, because they were going into very heavy fighting on Guam or Guadal Canal or Rendova. But in her letters back to him she chewed him out and told him to forget that idea – he wasn’t getting off that easy. Their letters to each other when he was overseas were always signed “Til That Day When.�
He loved Mom’s hamburgers on the grill, and hated spaghetti. He swam like a fish when we went o Stony Brook or up to his uncle’s cabin on an island in Quebec. When he came back to live in Dansville he always had an American flag flying, and always went to the window when he heard a plane flying over. He wasn’t a very gregarious man, but people invariably gravitated to him. When I introduced Dad to my friends at university and at companies I worked for, they usually commented how handsome he was. But one of my fondest memories about my Dad is when one of them came up to me after meeting him and told me “your father has such kind eyes.� And he did.
Dad used to tell us that “if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing right.� He was a perfectionist about his work. He helped me make a tile-inlaid coffee table down in Virginia many years ago, and it’s still in wonderful shape more than 20 years later. After our family moved from Dansville to Rochester in 1953 or so, he joined Max Pies Carpets and worked for them until his retirement in 1981. The head of the company asked him to teach his son the ropes, and Dad developed a great respect for the son, Dick Kaplan, who went on to become the CEO of Pictometry in Rochester. Mr. Kaplan called me yesterday morning to offer his condolences, and told me that whenever he gives speeches around the country, he talks about what Dad taught him about being a good leader and having an outstanding work ethic. I don’t think Dad knew that, but I know that would have meant a great deal to him.
Dad loved reading books – he didn’t read much before he retired, but afterward he devoured newspapers and novels until his sight started failing. He enjoyed playing golf and broke 100 pretty early on, although if he was working on some project at home, it was hard for him to stop doing that and go out on the course. He always wanted a motorcycle, and finally bought a royal blue Harley Davidson Sportster. He loved his brothers and sisters, and especially looked forward to 5:50 every morning when his brother Dick would come and pick him up to go to coffee at McDonalds. And he always had jelly beans in his pocket, even now.
He wasn’t a saint. He had quite a temper and could be pretty grumpy. We used to call him Gary Cooper because he didn’t talk much. One of the funny stories growing up was that when you asked him if he wanted dessert after dinner, if there was only one vertical line between his eyebrows, it was a YES. If there were two lines, that was a NO. But he loved his family, and did everything he could to make life better for us. He used to tell Laurie and me:
- watch your driving
- keep your nose clean
- please take care of yourself
Which is pretty good advice. Thanks Dad!
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Lynn` Maichle uploaded photo(s)
Wednesday, May 31, 2023
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It's been nearly 14-1/2 years since you left us, Dad.....I still think of questions to ask you, or things I'd like to tell you. I just came back from visiting a couple of relatives, the Langs and your good friends the Mahoneys in Dansville. You bought a Harley so you could go riding with them, but it sounded as if you didn't keep it for very long -- I wish you'd gotten it sooner! You are missed, Dad.
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Lynn Maichle posted a condolence
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
It doesn't seem possible that it's been almost 13 years since Dad died -- December 10 would have been his 106th birthday. There are so many things I wish I had told him, like how I admired how he wanted to serve his country, his strong work ethic, his love of reading, and how he tried his best to take care of everything after Mom died -- my sister, the house, his job, and me. So I guess all we can do is tell the people who are still around how much they mean to us, and hope those who have passed can still hear us when we tell them we love them.
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Lynn C Maichle posted a condolence
Saturday, September 15, 2018
Next February it will be 10 years and it doesn't seem possible. I remember Laurie's good friend Jill saying that Dad probably chose February 13 to leave us because he wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Mom. No matter where he went, he liked to be on time or a bit early, so that made sense. And it made us smile a little.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2017
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Lynn Maichle uploaded photo(s)
Thursday, July 14, 2016
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Dad and Lynn at Conesus Inn
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Lynn Maichle uploaded photo(s)
Thursday, July 14, 2016
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Dad and Laurie at Conesus Inn
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Lynn Maichle posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
It's been nearly 5 years now, Dad -- and I still miss you. I hope you're with Mom, Granddad, Nana, your brothers and sisters, your buddies from the Marine Corps and your friends now, and are happy. You deserve to be. Thank you for always trying to do the right thing, and for everything you taught me. I love you.
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