Fred was the first person I met that had a dryer personality than my father. As a teenager employed by Goldsmiths, Fred was kind of scary. That was until you got to know what a big teddy bear heart he had. Some of my favorite memories were the couple of occasions I spent Christmas around the Goldsmiths table. I think that was the first time I actually saw Fred smile with a full display of his pearly whites.  That smile of his, when you got it, was contagious. I feel so blessed to have known him through my first job/employment and growing up with Dallas and Danielle. Sending love and strength to the Goldsmiths and Friends through this difficult time. Time heals and makes things easier... but it seems to stand still, until it doesn't. xoxo.

It is hard to believe that Fred is gone.  He was part of our lives for  forty -seven solid years. I will always remember him as a gentle soul who had a smile on his face. He blazed his own trail and loved life to its fullest.  

Fred didn’t need to travel the world during summer vacation because he found joy in his own backyard.  The mountains were his playground, and he knew them well. We had wonderful times exploring when our kids were young.  Life was simple, easy,  filled with laughter and a few beers❣️

Ted and I are going to miss Fredly.  I’m not sure where the years went, but they were good. I hope there are mountains, horses, streams and rivers waiting for you. 

❤️ Ted & Sis

 Mountain man, horseman,  posse member, commander, skier, hunter, entrepreneur, family man, friend.  Freddie was all of these things and so much more. I was honored to spend many years riding with Freddie and his good buddy Rudy.  It was their encouragement and example that convinced me to join the posse and give back to our community. They taught me so very much about everything.  Freddie was a true gentleman and I never recall him saying a bad thing to or about anyone but instead he was always ready to lend a hand, teach a lesson, or just spend time sitting in the forest or around a fire listening. I have many many good memories from times spent together. 

 I remember one posse camp out when Freddie and I had arrived ahead of everyone and set up camp. When the rest of the group arrived Fred, normally a man of very VERY few words, was talking and telling stories and jokes non-stop. FOR HOURS. Well, if you knew Fred you know he had a fondness for one particular kind of spirit and it would loosen his tongue right up! I always made sure I had some in camp! That was the secret to getting Fred to talk! That or ask him about his grandkids! 

Fred was a very kind person. He was kind to animals and to people.  Now he had this horse. That horse had a very bad habit that was unknown to Freddie when he got the horse.  I experienced this habit, and Fred's kind reaction to it, first hand. We were riding in the lower mountains and had a fairly sizeable creek to go through. Freddy was 2nd in line and I was behind him.  About half way across the creek Fred's horse stopped dead.  I'm surprised because Fred was probably the best horseman I know and horses just didn't disobey him. Freddie's doing everything he can to get this horse moving. Next thing I know that dang horse is down on it's knees, and then laying down in the creek!! Fred jumped off just as the horse started to roll in the water and sand!  Darndest thing I've ever seen. What was Fred doing? Standing there, slapping his hat on his thigh, and grinning from ear to ear.  He looked at me and said "Good thing that's an old saddle."  We had lots of conversations later about his horse's "bad habit" but Fred didn't have it in him to reprimand that horse, said someone somewhere had led that big ol' horse to think it must be ok and well, he was just gonna have to educate him differently! I miss that attitude!  

I have so many memories that I am thankful for. I'm thankful for knowing Fred and he will be very missed. I'm so thankful for Linda and the "kids" - whom Fred loved to the moon and back. I'm thankful they were always willing to share him with the rest of us. What a great gift he was to the valley.  He's riding the heavenly range now and keeping an eye out on his family. An angel on horseback. 

Fred was one of my first Ski School Directors and a great mentor and friend. He is a great loss to me personally as people like do not come along often.

In the early years Fred set up a program called the Goldsmith Program where Randy Short and I ate dinner with his Mom and Dad. Sarretta would joke and say I am not going to feed you bums for free. We laughed. I used to play cards with Dick Kun , Fred's brother David, and Fred in Dicks old trailer at Snow Summit. Great fun. Fred always pushed us hard to be the best skiers we could be. The memories will always be with me my good friend – Rest in Peace Brother – You were loved

Joe Kimble

For Fred

This is my favorite picture of the best big brother a person could ever hope for. He was someone who would listen to your concerns and he was the first to lend a helping hand. Fred was always there for me.

I remember when I was about 9, and our younger brother David was about 8, we got lost in Bear Mountain. Fred called it “little Africa” because it was so dense with trees back then, but Fred was born with excellent tracking skills and he found us in the forest.

I am blessed to be his sister and I know I will see him again. I am so grateful for all the happy years, and all the good times we shared are with me.

Uncle Fred was an amazing man. I was blessed to spend many of my summer and winter vacations growing up in Big Bear, and although working hard for his young family at Goldmine and then Snow Summit, he took the time to make sure I enjoyed everything the great outdoors offered. He arranged horseback riding excursions, and he taught me how to ski at Snow Summit. True, I wasn’t very good at either (as my much younger cousin Danielle could run circles around me) but Fred never showed disappointment in my lack of athletic ability.

And despite the fact I could only ski the green runs, he still made it possible that my best friend Jeannette and I could ski every winter, always happily providing us with skis and passes knowing we would wind up at the lodge after only a few runs.

Fred had the kindest heart of anyone I know. Over the years, as we lost my grandparents (his mother and father) and his two younger brothers, David and Daniel (Zig), he remained the pillar of the Goldsmith family. Not a man for speeches, but when he spoke, it was meaningful, and he had beautiful words and memories for each of the loved ones who departed before him. I wish I had more of a natural spirit like his! He was a man of the earth!

Fred lived a fearless and full life. His legacy will continue with Linda, Danielle and Dallas, and all their children. I know he is at peace now. The Parkinson years were hard on him and his family, but his love for his family still shinned brightly! I know my Mom will forever miss her big brother until we all meet again in heaven. Love you Uncle Fred!

Sadly, Fred was becoming less active with the Posse as Dan and I joined so we did not get the honor of riding with him. I did not know him well enough when he asked if I knew anyone who wanted to buy his horse. If I only knew. I did get to know Fred a little when he was able to come to the campouts with the posse for dinner and drinks. Fred was always up for trying whatever new drink I brought. He loved the Butterscotch Moonshine. Here's to you Fred. 

I will always remember horseback riding for the first time as a kid. It was with Fred along the shore of Big Bear lake. I dropped the reins and the horse kept going. He came up beside me telling me to pull back on the reins. Was a little scary at first, but we had a good laugh after. You'll be missed Fred.

I had respect for Fred from the beginning! I knew he was an ikon! He was quite but all knowing and got everything done and always had a plan for every day! He taught me that! At first he didn’t know my name! I was Missy, Kristy, Wendy, ..ect.. I knew I belonged when he was calling me Misty and not telling me what to do, but asking me what we were doing !! I would listen to him go through his journal and tell me what was happening the year before. We would go through rental forms together and I would explain everything that happened. He had an eye for detail and I would let him know what had happened and why! He trusted me! Later l heard so many stories about his life and where he went! It was a great long journey and should be a book! I am grateful to be part of his life and him be a part of mine! My kids grew up at Goldsmith’s !! Danielle will forever be my sister, Dallas my bro, and Linda my other Mom ! ❤️ I love you all so much! & Dallas lee, Indy, Nola, & Georgia! Just remember everything you can and keep those memories alive! 

In the quiet corners of my heart, there exists a memory of Uncle Fred that resonates with the very essence of why we are here, living this beautiful life. He was a man of few words, but the words he chose were deliberate.  And so was he.  Deliberate in being a good person.  Among the multitude of cherished moments, one memory stands out above the rest, painting a vivid picture of the man he was to me. :)

Every year while growing up, our family embarked on THE BEST summer trips to Lake Powell. He possessed a unique gift for finding meaning in the simple joys of nature, and he shared this gift with my sisters and me. He would take us on long walks along the red rock sandstone, hunting for arrowheads. I remember him finding a few but we were all mostely there for the excitement of finding one ourselves.

In those days, Fred patiently taught me the art of catching fish, a skill that extended far beyond the waters of Lake Powell. With his gentle guidance, I learned not just about fishing but also about patience and the profound connection between humans and nature. He instilled in me a sense of comfort around horses, a bond that has remained even now at the age of 43.  These are huge life skills in my opinon and I got them from my Uncle Fred!  

There is a moment that forever sits with me which was at my wedding. He approached me with a whisper, his eyes filled with tears and told me something that touched me so deeply. He said that my Mom was there with us, a presence felt, not just in spirit, but in every moment, every laughter, and every tear shed that day. His words were not mere utterances; they were a testament to the profound love that binds our family, transcending time and space.

I actually feel so happy for him knowing that he has left his body transcending into a part of everything that surrounds us. He lives on in the rustle of leaves, the air we breath and in the leaves of the trees.  Fred was a living embodiment of being a good person and his legacy lives on through the love and wisdom he shared. His memory is a guiding light, urging us to cherish the simple joys of life, find solace in nature's embrace, and embrace the boundless love that unites our family.   Love you all :)))

My first Mothers Day. Just taking a drive with the family. — with Fred with his first granddaughter Dallas Lee