Fred was such a gentleman whenever we worked in service together he insisted on walking on the street side of the sidewalk and making me walk on the inside of the sidewalk. He said if a car splashed dirty street water it should get him and not me. It’s a small thing but it taught me about a time when people were mannerly and respectful as he always was. .. I’m sorry they don’t make men like that anymore ...
Some of my fondest memories of Fred took place while we were in the same congregation.
After our Christian meeting on the weekend, Fred and Ann would often invite another sister and I out in the ministry to share some good news with different ones and afterward we would enjoy eating lunch at Maria's and then Fred would ask us if we would like to take a scenic drive? In Stockton we would go by different historic homes and places where he or Anne had lived as youths and we enjoyed discussing the history behind those dwellings. At times our drive would take us by the homeless encampments that had appeared overnight throughout Stockton. Seeing those sad conditions caused us to reflect on how quickly world conditions were deteriorating right before our eyes. The four of us had some real in-depth spiritual discussions during those drives and by the time Fred pulled over in front of my home, I had enjoyed our visits so much that I didn’t want to part company.
O' and something else that Fred did that was especially endearing was that he drove nice and slow for us. I don’t know what the impatient drivers in Stockton were thinking but Anne and I loved it, it was just the right speed for us old timers. Fred was always thoughtful like that, even in areas that might go unnoticed by others.
When Fred wakes up fit and full of good health, I hope that I can be there with his family and have a part in giving him a scenic tour in paradise. I know it won’t be long after he wakes up before he will be helping the newly resurrected ones to see some of his favorite places from one end of the earth to the other.
I am comforted to know that my dear friend, Fred, is not suffering and will never have to suffer ever again and that very soon now he will hear Christ Jesus voice and wake up to life forever in perfect health on a paradise earth.
Until that beautiful day I will remember Fred with the twinkle in his eye, his warm friendly smile, his great sense of humor, his humble manner and his genuine love for the friends. For now, in my mind, Fred is just away to get better!
My dear Annie and Joanie Our family..❤️So very Many stories and happy memories through the past 50 years! Fred and my dad “are the two sweetest men on the planet” I say ❤️He will be greatly missed ; and what a treasure to have had in our lives ❤️ We will all be there to welcome him back from his “nap” ❤️ Love you all Chrissy (and Matt and family)
Dearest Anna, Joanie and all the family, We are so very sorry to hear of the sad news of your beloved Fred’ s passing. He was such a kind, gentle man with a true love of life. He was a wonderful family man. May he Rest In Peace and may all your beautiful memories bring you much comfort. Besarkada bero bat eta Mila pottak, Jim eta Christine Barbot Etchepare partez ❤️❤️
Kaixo arreba maitea, gure doluminak une zail honetan, bihotz bihotzez sentitzen dugu. Hala ere, Jehobak gurekin beti dago gure zain eta hark ematen digun esperantza beteko du. Job 14:14-15 «Baina hildako gizakia berpiztuko ote da? Munduko borroka-egun guztietan egongo nintzateke, neure askatasun-aldia noiz iritsiko zain. Zuk dei egin eta nik erantzun egingo nizuke, irrikan egongo zinateke zeuk egina nauzun honengatik.» Besarkada luze bat gure familiarengandik.
Anna, I am so sorry for your loss. Time goes by too quickly and life is short. Fred I really liked him-such a nice man and handsome too! Always had kind words. He is with God now and hopefully we will be also. I am a true believer ever since 3 years ago, I fell asleep at the wheel after working 12 hour shift ( Nights) and hit a huge olive tree head on! I had no injuries but my car was totaled. The highway patrol man said I should be dead. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that God sent an angel; his wings wrapped around my entire body and when I told God that I know I am going to die, I had no fear because of the angel, I said I am ready and take me. I passed out after that to awake, not on the tree, but beside it. Everything was broken and yet I opened the door and stepped out. Then the highway patrol man and owner of the property. Moments before impact, this very bright light, brighter than the sun appeared and came closer and closer to me, time stood still. It was so bright, I closed my eyes and then it touched me. Touched that was soft, caressing and warm. All my worries, fears and cares gone. Just peace and happiness. It was surreal-never had this experience ever in my lifetime. So, God is real and I praise him everyday and grateful for everything. Take care, God bless you and hopefully see you this coming year. Love, your cousin Josephine Barbot
Uncle Fred bought me my first baseball glove when I was 5 years old. He used to call me every time the 49er's played the Cowboys and let the phone ring once when the 49er's would score.
So sorry to hear about the loss of a sweet brother. I hadn’t seen him in years and I seen him at the assembly he remembered me. It had been more then 20 years since I seen him. He had a great memory and sense of humor. We would stand on his porch measuring noses in the shadow of the moon.
My beloved Uncle Fred was a source of quiet strength and comfort for me from my childhood through adulthood. He was also funny and I have many fond memories of enjoying his sense of humor. I loved to watch his interaction with Aunt Anna, cousin Joan and later Robert. Uncle Fred had a special relationship with Janae. He spoke proudly of Jeff. He was a truly good man. The world would be a much better place if more people were like Fred Etcheberry. Much love from Kerry Etcheberry 💜
I am so sad at the loss of such a great man who looked so much like his brother, my grandfather Paul Etcheberry. Seeing his smiling face reminded me of my Aitatxi. I’ll never forget my big trip after college to the Basque Country. My Aitatxi had recently passed and I knew I needed to go see where our family was from in his honor. Uncle Fred and Aunt Anna helped me write down the locations that I needed to find and shared their stories with me. It was a hard trip being out in the Basque Country and not speaking Basque or a lick of French while trying to find a little town not on many maps, but I located it with the help of another basque friends family who graciously let me stay with them. I’ll never forget that trip, and the help I received from my great aunt and uncle. When my Aitatxi was in the hospital, I never left his side. I wanted to learn how to say “I love you” in Basque and Uncle Fred and Aunt Ann helped me learn to spell and say it. Years later, on my Aitatxis birthday, I had it tattooed near my heart, the message I wrote on his hospital board every single day. Sending my love. Maite Zaitut, Etcheberry family.
His Legacy will Live on through his Family, Aunt Anna, Joan, Robert, Janae and Jeff. And Oh...did he Love his Family. ❤️ So very Proud. He will be Missed but Never Forgotten. Our Dear Uncle Fred. 🥰