Birth date: Jan 12, 1914 Death date: Aug 24, 2013
Cyril Buffington Kitchen January 12, 1914 August 24, 2013 Cyril, age 99-1/2, was a lifelong resident of Tillicum. He passed away due to complications resulting from a fall off his 3-wheeled bicycle which he loved to ride. He was Read Obituary
Grandpa, CHEERS to 99 years! Intelligent,hard working, direct, do-it -all, fix- it -all,
loving, supportive, family man who never gave up on anything.Thank you for all the memories.You will be missed but not forgotten. Love you Your granddaughter, Debbie
The word poignant comes to mind. Isn’t if funny how something seemingly so small makes a big impact on a person? For me, it’s the clanging sound of Mr. Kitchen’s horseshoes. I grew up next door to the Kitchens, I’m one of Syd and Elaine’s girl’s (Carolyn, the one with the curly hair). Later in life I lived in the back apartment above my Mom and Dad’s garage. I loved hearing the horseshoes! Once in awhile I would get a peek, but mostly I could identify how the game was going just by listening to the shoes. Our big apple tree gave privacy but occasionally I could see through the branches a little, just the furthest horseshoe stake and pit, not any people but I could tell which one was Mr. Kitchen by seeing his horseshoe picker upper doodad. No exaggeration, hearing the horseshoes always put a smile on my face! I can’t explain why but it just made things better. When I moved away, a little more than two years ago, I knew that I would surely miss the ringing of the shoes. To this day, whenever I hear the clinking, clanging, ringing of the shoes, I think of Mr. Kitchen, and have a smile on my face!
The word poignant comes to mind. Isn’t if funny how something seemingly so small makes a big impact on a person? For me, it’s the clanging sound of Mr. Kitchen’s horseshoes. I grew up next door to the Kitchens, I’m one of Syd and Elaine’s girl’s (Carolyn, the one with the curly hair). Later in life I lived in the back apartment above my Mom and Dad’s garage. I loved hearing the horseshoes! Once in awhile I would get a peek, but mostly I could identify how the game was going just by listening to the shoes. Our big apple tree gave privacy but occasionally I could see through the branches a little, just the furthest horseshoe stake and pit, not any people but I could tell which one was Mr. Kitchen by seeing his horseshoe picker upper doodad. No exaggeration, hearing the horseshoes always put a smile on my face! I can’t explain why but it just made things better. When I moved away, a little more than two years ago, I knew that I would surely miss the ringing of the shoes. To this day, whenever I hear the clinking, clanging, ringing of the shoes, I think of Mr. Kitchen, and have a smile on my face!
Grandpa, Even though we were not related, one day several years ago you told that you would be my grandpa. I really never had one. You told me that patience , common sense, pride and taking time in all things that I did, would help in life. Your spirit for life will live with me forever. Carol Meadows
Our thoughts are with your family during your time of grief. One day, soon again, you will remember the good times and cherish the memories. Cyril was a good fellow, a wonderful family man and a colorful spirit. You will always carry that with you and smile as you remember his antics.
With Sympathy,
Ilene Burgeson Calhoun, Charles and Ruby Burgeson and Charlotte Burgeson Leikham
I will always treasure the memories of the summers with Auntie Amy & Uncle Cyril along with my Mama Peach, Dad Chuck, Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maggie Rankin, along with Susie, Art, and Kathy Rankin and the extended Kitchen family. We had so many wonderful times together and when I think of Uncle Cyril the first thing that comes to mind is horseshoes!
