Louis John Hauskins
January 16, 1927 - October 1, 2009
Obituary
Louis John Hauskins
Beloved brother and uncle passed away October 1, 2009 at his home he loved and lived in for 52 years.
Louis was born January 16, 1927 in Saskatchewan, Alberta Canada. His parents William E. and Myrtle A. Hauskins and his older sister Marjorie moved to Seattle, WA shortly after Louis was born. They all became life long residents.
He attended West Seattle High School and worked for the White Center Theater before joining the US Army in 1945. He was stationed at the Panama Canal Department. His assignment in the Army was to deliver motion picture of the Canal Zone. In 1951, Louis started his career with Burlington Northern Railroad as an electrician and retired after almost 40 years of service.
When Louis had a friend, it was for life. Even though he was a simple man, whenever there was a need, Louis was there to help his friends and family without them having to ask. He donated to many causes, one being the Tsunami victims. He loved gardening, and his yard, but the most important was his love of animals. Every stray dog was pointed to Louis’ home, and none was turned away.
He was preceded in death by his beloved parents, and siblings, Patricia Bosson, William E. and Charles D. Hauskins.
He is survived by his beloved sisters, Marjorie Mitchell, and Wilma Schumann.
Louis also leaves behind many nieces and nephews. He enjoyed taking them on camping, fishing, and hunting trips with his wonderful mother.
Graveside Services with military honors will be held November 2, 2009 at 11:00am at Tahoma National Cemetery, 18600 SE 240th St. Kent, WA 98042.
Memorials to Providence Hospice of Seattle, 425 Pontius Ave. N. Suite 300, Seattle, WA 98109.
The family would like to thank Nelson Kamithi, and Dawit Gebrezghi for their wonderful care, genuine friendship and respect of uncle Lou. Lou loved you as his own sons.
I remember so many things about my Uncle Louis. Just a few of them are when he’d be chasing the chickens in the yard to butcher them and one was running around with its head chopped off. I was soooo scared and swore that thing was chasing me and Lenny. Uncle Louis was laughing so hard until Grandma yelled at him, ha ha
Then I can remember having to help Grandma pluck the feathers off them poor lil chickens. Yuck…..!!
But going back even further when they all lived on 10th Ave. I can remember Uncle Louis telling me to run and hide cuz the chimney was going to fall down. I think it was when he and others were fixing it cuz it was leaning to one side. Who knows..??? ha ha
Uncle Louis was a strong and outspoken man but as most men do he became more mellow with age…!!I love you Uncle Louis and know that your in heaven free of pain and with perfect eye sight to see all your loved ones there.
R.I.P. Love Patti xoxo
Uncle Louis,
You were such a good guy. We got along from the start. I always enjoyed when we’d all have a few beers and BS. You will be missed.
Love Abe
I have many fond memories of Uncle Louis growing up. Going over to grandmas for the 4th of july for fireworks, Uncle Lou always had good one’s. Going out to get eggs or just hanging out with the dogs and chickens, those were good times, Uncle Lou always acted like the tough guy but had a heart as big as the outdoors he loved. I will miss going to see him him, sitting around the kichen table and having a few drinks or just listening to all the stories.It was never dull, always something going on.Uncle Louis make sure you say high to everyone for me, I will miss you very much. I love you Jeff
I have many memories of Uncle Lou. Sitting at the table playing pinochle with Grandma Myrtle and Louis. Or my one and only hunting trip with Grandpa Harold, Louis and Bert. Or having him tramatize our kids-showing them how to kill q chicken or rabbit. He was rough around the edges but had a loving heart. Bert and I are so thankful to Judy, Nelson and Dawit for their loving care.
Love and Miss you. Shirley
Well shoot uncle Lou you kicked the bucket sooner then we all would have liked but i guess i will have to hold my smart remarks for when i see ya next bud. I will never forget the time we went out to pick apples in the garden. We both had smaller guts then, anywho we trotted out there and began looking through the good ones and rotten ones. And sure engouh you told me to get one that was on the ground and i told you man that it was rotten but your so stubborn. We truned and turned and sure enough there was a spider on it and i of course screamed like a girl. We were both holding onto it and i threw it out of your hand you of course got starteled. “What the hells wrong with you pay what was it?” “Dam it man it was a big spider! Uncle lou you should have seen it!” “Jesus christe bud scared of a little spider what the hells wrong with you anyway? Oh well get the buckets lets go in bud.” RIP Man…haha i know your name is uncle lou.
Uncle Lou,
I still remember the day that someone told my mom that my siblings and I “couldn’t be handled” and that we were “impossible to watch”. At this point you became the only father figure I ever had. Every day after school you took care of us and treated us as your own children. In a few quick days we were sitting up straight, watching cartoons quietly, and maybe even getting homework done. You fostered me through some of the hardest times in my life and I can never thank you enough for that. You taught me to stand up for myself when I got picked on, and made me truly believe that it was always best to do the right thing. I will always remember our visits as I got older, discussing everything from politics to relationships. Visiting with you was like talking with a sage. Your wisdom and sound advice challenged my mind and gave me a good starting place for many decisions. Thank you for being a great man when so many chose not to.
Collin
I can remember Louis before he went into the army.I remember one fishing trip with him to the stuck river. We found an abandoned puppy along the river. Louis took it home.My family helped him and Aunt Myrtle move to his current home in 1956.It was the family gathering place for the whole family.Holidays and family visits from aunts and uncles from Canada as well as the US were spent there. He loved animals and always had a menagerie of them. He brought home dogs, chickens of all kinds, ducks and a turkey. The rabbits we raised went to “Uncle Louis’s” hutch and all. He was always there to help when anyone when needed. His 1951 chevy pickup thought it was an all terrain vehicle. When it wouldn’t go any further, we parked it in the ruts and walked.We would come back to it later. Sometimes the only way out was to back up. I have many fond memories of us together. I will miss him greatly, but know he is in a better place.
I remember having a chicken dinner or it could have been rabbit? at Grandma’s house one Sunday and Uncle Louis came in from the garden with a mole. We were all screaming and then it got even worse when Uncle Louis came before us in the kitchen window and smacked that mole with his shovel clear out into the field. It was like the scene from Napoleon Dynamite when that farmer shot the cow in front of a school bus full of children.
My memories of being around Louis growing up were that he loved his animals, loved to read, watch sports and that he could command a room with his voice.
It was later on that I enjoyed his humor and realized how much he really did love and care for each of us deeply.
I will write more in another blog.
Love, your niece, Janice
This is continued from a previous entry.
When my daughter, Kristi, was four we stopped by to visit Uncle Louis and the chickens. Uncle Louis told Kristi that if she talked to the chickens they might lay an egg. I told Kristi go ahead and say a few words to them. Next thing I knew she was gibbering to them in her own made up “chicken language.” Uncle Louis slying put an egg behind the chicken. I looked at Kristi and said, “I didn’t know you could talk chicken”. She looked at me in wonder and said “Neither did I.” Uncle Lou loved this moment and told this story over and over and even when he sent cards to Kristi he always had someone write – To the girl that could talk chicken.
I want to acknowledge my sister, Judy, and all of her efforts to help prolong Louis’s life and to give him the quality and dignity of care that he so richly deserved.I know that Uncle Louis is in a better place now free of pain. We all miss him but he knew he was loved up to the very end.
Reading everyone’s memories reminded me of my own. Uncle Lou could be a tease & chase you with a snake…or he could be a sweetheart & carry you up from the woods with a huge leaf over your head ‘cuz you got into poison ivy & it started to rain! He carried me all the way home. He had the best fireworks you ever saw! How could we have the 4th of July without him & Grandma’s cottage pudding? What great memories he left us all! He will be missed so very much.
My deepest sympathy & prayers go out to all that loved Uncle Louis. I remember him being a strong man & always had the best candy to offer us kids. He will be deeply missed. May he be at peace & out of pain.
I love you Uncle Louis!!!!
Dear Louis John Hauskin,
I wanted to write and tell you again how sorry I am for your loss. There are never the right words to express how deeply sad I am that you have to endure your loss. Louis John Hauskin will be truly missed by everyone who knew him/her no matter where they crossed his/her path in life. Friends like Louis are few in life and it is with a heavy heart that I also grieve with your loss. His friendship meant the world to me, and I couldn’t have asked for a more genuine friend than Louis John Hauskin. Memories of our times together regardless of where we where or what we were doing will be forever held dear to me. May your memories bring you comfort in the days ahead. To all family Margi, Wilma, Judy, Cheryl, Berti and Shirly Just on behave of unculu he loves you so much.
With my deepest sympathy, your friend,
Dawit Gebrezghi
Hi uncle lou its your boy Nelly.All i can say is that, I hope you will build me a beautiful home up there when i come, coz you did when you were around. I have lost a wonderful friend and as well as a Dad. God be with you, Now and Forever. Amen, from your son Nelly
Ode to Uncle Lou:
My head was weary
My burden heavy
I ain’t talkin
A beat up chevy
My kids had lost
Daycare you see
Their giver was sick
My kids were free
To clear my head
& help me think
I went to Lou’s
& had a drink
My kids some said
Were out of control
None could handle them
Not a soul
I poured my heart out
To dear Uncle Lou
& he replied
What a G.D. zoo
Pour us another
& Let us talk
Probably best
Didn’t want him in shock
You know how things are
You know my fave 3
Can they stay after school
With you I ask thee
Don’t cry sweetie
He said softly
They can stay here
After school with me
He said no problem
Didn’t want a dime
He watched them daily
For a long time
When I see my kids
It makes my heart break
Like when I see strays
Or 1½ inch steak
The memories of Lou
Bounce in my head
My kids are all great
They’re good kids he said
To this day I thank you
My dear Uncle Lou
You loved me & my kids
You loved my zoo
Uncle Lou,
I have so many wonderful memories of sharing stories with you. When you told me the story about how your Uncle Lou was killed by a drunk driver, I was horrified. It was 1947 and the man who killed him was only fined $15.00.
You told me that you wanted to get a headstone for your Uncle Lou, because he only had a brick with his name on it. I told you that was an easy fix and we drove to the cemetery on a mission. Even though you were legally blind, you designed by description and feel a beautiful headstone for your uncle. You already knew the words you wanted on the stone. I was awestruck by your tenderness, and watching your reaction to the news that your dad paid for the funeral. You wanted your sister’s, Margie and Wilma to go with us and have a little service. Patti and Lenny also attended. Uncle Lou, you waited 61 years to do this. Mission accomplished! I was blessed with a beautiful memory and I’ll never forget sharing it with you. I love you Uncle Lou.
Judy
My little brother and his life long friend, Richard Tennyson were constantly thinking of mischief they could pull off. I remember when they ran away on their bikes and made it to Tacoma. That was quite a journey in those days. In the basket of each bike were Louis’ dog Tuffy and Richard’s dog Rags. The dogs were always travel ready. Mrs. Tennyson notified the police about the missing boys and waited. Mrs. Tennyson later received a call from the police that the boys were safe, but they had stopped at a store and tried to steal dog food for their buddies. Mrs. Tennyson drove to Tacoma and picked the crew up.
Later in life when Louis was working for Burlington Northern Railroad and daylight savings time came around, it was Louis who would change the time on the Great Clock at the King Street Station.
Love,
Your big sister Marjie
How does one explain an older brother? I’ll try the best I can as far as my life with Louis. As I was the youngest girl, I looked up to him and he looked down to me as a pest. I still visualize Louis and Richard Tennyson yelling a block away from our house for Richard’s dog Rags. It wasn’t a gentle “here Rags”, they would yell EEE-YAGS, EEE-YAGS. That dog would come running like crazy. When I tried doing the same, poor Rags wouldn’t come.
In the third grade I developed ringworm on my chest and was sent to the school nurse, who burned me with iodine and I was told to go home. On my way home I ran to the boy’s gymnasium to show Louis my badge of honor. All he said was “get away from me kid.”
Needless to say, he wasn’t the sweetest older brother, but he made up for it in later years.
Oh! By the way, I have a permanently disabled shoulder due to his knuckle punches.
I’ll miss you very much.
Love,
Your little sister Wilma