Emil Stich

5 Feb 1905–26 May 1957

My father was a machinist from Germany who came to the United States after WWII. In the 1950's, my mother, Esther, and he were married in Los Angeles, California and settled in Ventura. Shortly thereafter he suffered a heart blockage. I was three years old. My only memories of him are stories and visits with his friends when I was a young boy. Maybe the best story is of the cheese wrappers he would hide in his co-workers machines in retaliation for their pranks. They would smell for days and make the work area intollerable. Everyone, aunts and uncles on my mother's side, friends, co-workers always spoke of him with high regard and told me that he was a great guy and a wonderful man. He was eulogized as "an honest, upright and dignified man." He took his time to name me Lothar Manfred which means Sentinel of Peace. My wife, Melodie, and I chose the same name our son. My grandparents are Jacob Stich and Kate Friermucht, my uncles are Alfred and John, and my Aunt is Emmy Buchwald. If you discover this memorial and you have interest in contacting me please do so at malstich@JPS.net