- September 24, 1928 - March 4, 2013
- Templeton, California
of Stanley's Passing
- If you desire to send a donation, Stan loved the Templeton Presbyterian Church Choir program and would undoubtedly be pleased by your support.
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Templeton, CA 93465
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Stanley North Nye was born September 24th, 1928 in Oakpark, Illinois. The 2nd son of Norman S. Nye and Winifred Nye, younger brother to Norman "Reynolds" Nye, deceased. Stan's father Norman was a austere Methodist minister and electrical engineer. I remember one story when Stan was a baby in diapers and had been crying for hours. Norman ordered him to stop crying and not be a baby (as if you can order a baby). Afterwards it was found out that a diaper pin had been pinned through his skin. A few years later Stan's mother divorced and returned to Cambria. Stan and his brother were sometimes raised together in Illinois, sometimes in Cambria and most times apart from each other. Stan often told us stories of his brother running the fat off of him up and down the cliffs and rocks of the Cambria beach near where they lived. Stan grew up with interests in music, photography, flying and radios (part of his father's engineering influence).
In 1945 Stan joined the Army Air Corps, trained and flew on C-47 (Gooney Birds) transports and flew several missions during the Berlin Airlift. He and his crew mates were part of the teams that set many records for endurance flights and speed in landing, unloading and taking off. After the Airlift was over, he worked as a Intelligence Office clerk. When his hitch was over, Stan and his best friend were released in upstate New York. They drove from New York to Cambria on motorcycles. Stan had a Indian bike that was his pride and joy. His mother Winifred had married a Cambrian minister Mark Walz who came to Templeton to cover services at the Presbyterian Church during any absence of the pastor. Mark brought Stan over for one of the services and that was how Edwina and Stan met. In 1950, the Air Force recalled Stan to active service for the Korean conflict. Stan was sent to Portland, Oregon as a fireman. Over time Edwina wrote him many letters including one letter that told described her meeting a dashing young soldier. This galvanized Stan to get a 24 hour leave and he came down to Templeton in a whirlwind trip and convinced Edwina that he loved her. A year later he was given an early release and returned to Templeton. He worked several jobs: fireman, newspaper photographer, a guard for the California Youth Authority facility, Sheriff's Auxiliary, then with the Department of Fish and Game. Unfortunately he lost his beloved "Indian Chief" when driving home one day when it threw a rod, sending him about 30 feet closer to home (the houses behind the American Legion Hall). Stan joined the American Legion at this time.
In 1954 he proposed to Edwina and they were married March 7th at the Paso Robles Plymouth Congregation as the 200 guests would not fit in our original church (the chapel). On a Sunday, 8 months and 3 weeks later, Les arrived. If you only look at the months (March to November), it appears to be only 8 months which seemed to scandalize Edwina's mother Velora to no end.
The Department of Fish and Game sent Stan all over the state working in assorted rivers, spawning stations, game farms and hatcheries. Places like Noyo, Fort Bragg, Pudding Creek, Felton, Snow Mountain, Ben Lomond, Yountville, Lewiston, Crystal Lake and Darrah Springs. I have lots of memories of moving about every 3-6 months to different places and riding in a planting truck all over the northern state and watching Stan carry nets and buckets of fish to assorted streams, lakes and rivers. While in Santa Cruz and Fort Bragg, Stan took flying lessons and got his pilot's license which was one of his great loves. One time Edwina and I were out in the yard at home and could see him flying. While we were watching, the plane went almost straight up and tipped over into a long spiraling fall and disappeared behind the trees. It turned out to be merely training on how to recover from a stall but kind of excited mom and I. He also got into radios, building more than one HF (High Frequency) radios and walkie-talkies. In 1962 he worked in the Weaverville Sheriff's Auxiliary and in 1963 joined the Civil Air Patrol which was his life-long "mission". He flew Search and Rescue missions and eventually became a Communications officer in the California Wing. Stan retired in 1988 and took to the road in the "Bus" which doubled as a RV and a mobile radio command post. After 5 years back and forth on the road, he and Edwina returned to Templeton to take care of Edwina's mother who had Alzheimer's. During this time he also was appointed as Adjutant to the Commander for the Templeton Post 220 American Legion in which he served for 20 years with 56 years of being a part of the American Legion.
In the last 4 years, Stan joined the choir which was another of his passions. He also became the Senior Net Relay Officer in Civil Air Patrol, California Wing and in Homeland Security worked with "SHARES" to join State and Federal agencies with Civil Air Patrol to provide a nationwide Emergency Radio network. Edwina has always been a very mild person but if you want to get her dander up, tell her we need to put up another radio antenna.
Then of course the Congestive Heart Failure and heart attacks came, but Stan would always bounce back and be back at choir and his radios, sometimes literally the day after getting out of the hospital. In fact on the morning of the day he passed, Stan was up and running the daily radio net. He received many accolades from his peers in Civil Air Patrol for his dedication and life-long work.
Praise be to God for the life of Stan and his place in the hearts and minds of his friends and family.