Stewart Dunbar Barradale
December 31, 1969 - December 31, 1969

"Just wanted to say that I have very fond memories of Stew as a long time client. From the one child I know, he and his wife obviously did a great job raising their children. My sympathies in your loss, which came so close on the heels of losing your mother."

"I'm pretty sure there's not enough room here for ALL the memories I have of Stew, since he was a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Some of the earliest involve the game of Bridge patient adults, each explaining their hand, and probably giving away too much information in the process; the Chinese restaurant that my family, the Barradales, and the Roots used to go to Four Seasons, I think?; being jealous that they had a German Shepard if I recall correctly, his name was Sergeant and lots of kids; and family get-togethers where my mom had to eat what I couldn't or wouldn't, 'cause in the Barradale household you ate what you took all of it. I remember going to their cabin, but just once I had to hike - not my favorite activity. I remember times at my family's cabin when they visited when I was older, after we had moved to Montana. I remember getting my first ever pair of snow skis from Stew...they were wooden, but they did the job and got me hooked. I remember always being welcome in their home and among their family. Even though I did more bickering with Stew than I should have "would you do that if you were invited to eat at the White House," "drive safeLY!," and "when I was young/in school..." got me going every time, I knew that he would be there for me if I ever needed anybody or anything, and that he would never turn his back on me. Stew was one of the most generous people I ever had the good fortune to know. Travel safeLY to God, Stew. Zandy"

"Stew and I were colleagues and close friends for over 40 years. We have had countless wonderful times together along with our families. We were utterly flabbergasted to discover that we are both members of the Theta Chi Fraternity. Of my many memories of Stew I am especially impressed with his ability to organize complicated events. In 1968 seven of us at the Seattle Laboratory Weyerhaeuser formed a land investment club. After about 3 years we found that the general partner we were working with was stealing money from the six land partnerships we were in. We had to fire the general partner six times, and we had the very complex problem of obtaining proxies from other partners. Stew organized the entire effort and found us a new general partner whom we still have today. This was an incredibly difficult task, but he pulled it off. In 1973 he organized a seven day, 55 mile back pack trip for seven hikers, including his daughter Sheryl and myself. That was so impressive that we seriously urged him to publish a book on the subject. Right up to the present time Stew was engaged in another major organization challenge - - the family genealogy. He had succeeded in linking himself to George Washington and was working on proving a direct line to Adam and Eve. I quarreled with him because I thought he ought to be using a computer program instead of his mountains of hand rendered sheets of paper. He wouldn't have anything to do with computers. But fraternity brothers make concessions with one another. I will dearly miss our wonderful relationship."

"The Barradales and Shafizadehs met 44 years ago when Stewart joined the Weyerhaeuser Company. Our families grew closer as time went by even after we moved to Missoula, Montana where Fred joined the University of Montana. In 1983 Fred passed away and Stew immediately came to Missoula. He was always ready to assist where needed. Stewart became an important part of my life in 1990. We had many wonderful holidays together, spending time in England and Scotland and traveling through much of the USA. He was a very gentle and kind person. He will be sorely missed. There will be a void in the lives of many with his passing. One would have to go a long way to meet a more genuine human being. We love you, Stew."

"I met Stew at Weyerhauser research lab in 1966. Due to our interest in Elk hunting we became good friends and had many good times out in the woods. Helping him build and later move his cabin after the river threatened to take it. That was a project he always like to talk obout, since his engineers wouldn't comit to its feasibility, we did it anyway. Enjoyed visiting Stew & Doreen in Montana and staying at Flat Head Lake. Stew was a very special friend to me and will be missed by all of us."

"My first memory of Stew goes back to when I was �??knee-high to a grasshopper�?� as he would say. I�??ll have to admit I was a bit scared by his firm handshake and rumbling loudness, but I was equally intrigued by the stories he told me �??don�??t tell your mom�?� and fullness of character. Stew was never boring. If anything I would say that Stew is one of the fullest characters of my life. I remember riding his motorcycle, shooting guns, camping, cards, hiking, trying without luck to pull back the string on his bow �?? I couldn�??t �?? he was amazingly strong! I remember during our 55 mile hike through the Olympic National Forest when we were crossing an enormous hillside and the pots and pans fell. We watched for what seemed like minutes as they tumbled down and down, further and further, all the way down the mountain. After watching them roll for a while it slowly dawned on me who would get to go down and retrieve them! I remember his stories. I remember him offering me beer when I was far too young so he could see my reaction he knew I wouldn�??t take him up on his offer. I remember him turning his knuckle into my ribs to get a laugh from me. Stew loved people. He loved interaction. I think he was always a bit reluctant, cautious even, to mix with others. A bit of an outsider. But that was his endearing quality �?? that when he tangled with you he pulled you into his world and he seemed so very happy that you joined him there. I love you Stew. Of the many friends my parents had you are one of those that I got to know the best. See you in a while, and you can show me around there as you did here, OK?"

"My first memory of my father was in the kitchen of our home in San Antonio Tx. I was six years old and we were drying the dinner dishes to be put away. Dad asked me "Sherry would you like to learn to snow ski?" That sounded like so much fun, I jumped up and down and said yes. Dad said "Good because we are moving to Seattle in 3 weeks". That was how Dad broke the news to me that our family was moving. Dad was also good to his word about skiing because during our first Christmas 1960 in Seattle our living room was filled boots, poles, skis, bicycles, parkas and more. Dad provided all of this for his family of 7. Dad taught me how to ski and to use the bunny tow line that winter. I miss him but I am grateful that he is dancing in heaven with my mother. Sheryl Barradale"

"I was Stewart's Financial Advisor and spent a fair amount of time with him over the last 6 years. He loved his family. He was an intelligent man and very thoughtful of other people. Family Geneology was one of his most recent passions. I spent hours listening to him share his family history. He was be missed but never forgoteen. George Withey"