Birth date: Aug 23, 1943 Death date: Mar 31, 2018
Oliver Lee Reed was born August 23, 1943 in Salem, Illinois to Sam and Etta Pearl (Rideout) Reed. He passed away Saturday, March 31, 2018 at Hillcrest Hospital. Oliver was 74. He grew up in the Twin Hills area and went to school a Read Obituary
So very sorry for your loss Patty and family! Prayers for strength and peace! My thoughts are with you all!!
I remember when I was just a young girl my dad taught me how to bait my own hook on our way to the lake or pond which is what he preferred we would stop at the store & he would get us each one of those little bottles of coke or Pepsi can't remember which & a bag of salted peanuts & we would pour them into our pop & for years I thought that was just something we did until I got older & found out that everyone did that, I was so disappointed because I thought that was just our thing.lol I guess it was our thing because we did it every time we took off fishing. That man loved his family & fishing. I know your catching the big one in a large pond in Heaven. I miss you so much Dad give Mom a big kiss & hug for me. Tell Steve I love him & miss him every day, see you soon. RIP dad!!!
This is Grandpa Oliver's granddaughter-n-law and I just want to add a little bit of our stories together. He was such an easy going kind-hearted man. As far as my husband and I go back, I just remember that it was a must to give Grandpa Ollie a hug. If not he would seek me out and ask for one. "Where's my hug," he'd say as if I had just given everyone but him one, but this wasn't in a mean way... More of a, you missed me, here I am..
I know he enjoyed fishing so much and to eat fish too. He once came over with a brown bag and asked if I would like some fish. I assumed the fish had already been skinned and filleted. NOPE! That suckers silver scales were just shinning and it was solid as a rock from being in the freezer. I had no clue what to do with that fish or where to begin. Robert and I both looked at each other. I am sure we were on the same page. It looked like a giant frozen sardine. Haha. I politely turned it down and he said, "Are you sure?" "Yea Grandpa, It'll just go to waste around here." Wishing now I had made that fish for him.
Another time that I don't want to slip my memory is when I had gotten to the end of my 1st semester in nursing school. As I am sure you know Grandpa was a diabetic. He was on a sliding scale and would give himself insulin shots as needed. He asked me how school was going and as excited as I was, I told him about how I was just checked off on giving shots. I had totally forgotten that he took insulin and he said, "well that reminds me I need to check my blood sugar." So we went into the kitchen at Patty's house. (This is exactly what I was studying to do so he knew I was happy to do all of this.) He and I sat at the table and proceeded to check his blood sugar. I pricked his finger and sure enough he said, "Well, you want to give me a shot of my insulin?" Yikes, now I was nervous. I said, "No Grandpa you better do it. I was just checked off and I don't want to hurt you." He said, "Oh no, you won't hurt me. Here adjust this up..." We clicked that sucker up and I stuck him right in his belly. My very first genie pig! He had all the confidence I needed. After that I was sure of myself.
There was never a time that I would see him that he wouldn't ask about my family. How's your mom, your aunt, your grandpa, your grandma, my other side of n-laws.. There is just not enough time in a life-time, but in my years with Oliver, I gained another Grandpa. We all love you Grandpa Oliver. Rest easy now Grandpa Ollie!!
Oliver would always yell out to me "Hey girl, you been fishin?" He would come runnin over and ask me what I was doing and how I was doing. He often helped me lift heavy things and move stuff around, always with a goofy smile. He was very polite and seemed to be jolly almost anytime you caught him. I hope very much he is still happy in Heaven. I really enjoyed his presence.
Holly Brians
Oliver and I were friends I will truly miss him, I'm praying for the family. Leroy Parker
I remember a winter when Uncle Oliver and my Dad decided to go pond fishing in my dad’s Boat. My Uncle Oliver lost his balance, tipped the boat dumping both he and my dad into the Pond. Lol! My Dad came home freezing. I only imagined how Uncle Oliver felt. My dad lost his fishing pole that day and it took him a year but he found his fishing pole. Lol! I loved going fishing with Uncle Oliver. My boys loved it too. I kind of lost the love for fishing after my Dad died. He and Uncle Oliver were pretty tight brothers. I know Oliver and his other brothers are fishing in Heaven. Probably competing as to who will catch the biggest fish. Lol! You will be missed. Love you!
