December 4, 1918 – November 19, 2018
Miller, Charles. November 19, 2018. Age 99 of Dearborn. Charles was born December 4th, 1918 in Danville, Illinois. When Charles was young, his father died and Charles took on more responsibilities at home. He served as an infantry Staff Sergeant in the Pacific during World War II. Only one soldier under his command lost his life. Charles worked for the United States Postal Service sorting and delivering mail along the railroad route through Illinois, and later as a supervisor in the Post Office in Danville. Charles transferred to a Post Office in Florida in 1969 before he retired. He enjoyed his retirement in Florida and there he met Elda, the love of his life. Charles and Elda enjoyed their life together in Florida, moving to Elda’s hometown of Detroit, Michigan after Elda’s sister died. Charles’ care of Elda during her illness and nursing home stay was an inspiration to all who knew him. He was a man of deep faith in Jesus and attended a Baptist church. During his own time in independent living and then in a nursing home, Charles was an encouragement and joy to all he met. Charles was the beloved husband of the late Elda. Father of Charles Miller, Jr. Dearest grandfather of the late Chance Miller, Mickie Thompson, Barbara Miller and Charles Miller III. Loving great-grandfather of several. Dear neighbor of Stephen & Bonnie Schow. He was preceded in death by his parents Charles and Ethel Miller and his siblings Robert Miller, Florence Miller and Charlotte Nicholson. Charles is survived by nieces, nephews, and will be missed and remembered lovingly by all his family and friends. Visitation Sunday, November 25, 2018 from 4-8 p.m. at the Dearborn Chapel of Voran Funeral Home, 23701 Ford Road. (313) 278-5100. Funeral service Monday 10:00 a.m. at the funeral home. Entombment Holy Sepulchre Cemetery.
That ends the obituary, which was very good. I will add some my remembrances.
Uncle Chuck spoke of his father, Charles K., as a caring man, perhaps too caring. He was a lineman for the electric company. On my Miller family page one of the pictures shows him in the truck. You can see the pride. Uncle Chuck and his dad would help out a family member who was the janitor at a local grade school by shoveling coal into the furnace early in the morning. Chuck blamed the early hours and coal dust on his father’s early death.
Uncle Chuck was married 4 times to 3 women. His first and third marriages were to Margaret. She was them mother of Uncle Chuck’s only child, Chuck Jr. Margaret and Chuck divorced due to separation in WWII. Margaret married a man with the last name of Burt. Chuck Jr was adopted and had the last name of Burt for many years. Chuck Jr had his name legally changed back to Miller, which made Uncle Chuck very happy.
Uncle Chuck’s second marriage was to Francis Hart. Francis was previously married and had two daughters, Amy and Kathleen. Kathleen had 3 children: David, Bobby and Kitten. Francis was a nurse, and professionally knew many of my relatives, also nurses, graduates of Lakeview Nursing school. They lived in a two story home near Ellsworth Park in Danville, IL. I remember going on cookouts with Uncle Chuck and Aunt Francis. We went fishing on the Vermilion River that ran through the park.
Francis had Hodgkin’s disease. She found some relief from her illness while visiting Florida. Chuck and Francis mad the move to Madeira Beach and lived on a causeway. They lived in a beautiful mid century ranch that was ideal for them, and for Uncle Chuck after she passed.
He was a member of Maranatha Baptist Church, and played the organ there, when the regular organist was unavailable. Uncle Chuck was talented at the keyboard and always had an organ in his homes. When he played the piano at Grandma Ethel’s house, no key was ignored.
Uncle Chuck remarried his first wife, Margaret. Weeks after their marriage, Margaret suffered and aneurysm, from which she did not recover. She lived for quite a few months after, during which Uncle Chuck was devoted to her care.
My family visited Uncle Chuck in FL many times. I drove back to FL with him one year, I must have been a college freshman at the time. We drove one of his famous GM convertibles on the Pennyrile Parkway at 2 am at 90 miles per hour. “The car and the cruise control just rode better at 90”, we told ourselves. We picked up fireworks that livened up his neighborhood one Friday evening, on that trip. Next door neighbor Floyd reported he thought the rapture was upon us.On another earlier visit, with my parents and brother Jeff, we were at Madeira Beach and got hungry. We made hotdogs at his house and ran them back to the beach for a festive lunch. Uncle Chuck liked how we all pitched in and helped out with the cooking.
Uncle Chuck was always a great cook. I remember him cooking up big dinners at Grandma’s house and at his Danville home. He would cook up baked chicken, mashed potatoes, salads, and more. His brother Bob would always clean off the mashed potato spoon after dessert, “just to taper off”.
More to come…