The Neighbor Everyone Wishes They Had
As our closest neighbor, honorary grandparent, and lifelong family friend, there are countless memories that could be shared about Stan Fultz. He was also a proud member of Monroe Lodge No. 27 and a Mason for 45 years, a reflection of his lifelong commitment to friendship, service, and community. So many happy moments come to mind: cookouts, foosball and pool table competitions, relaxing on the patio, borrowing movies, Crown Royal on the rocks, Thanksgivings, Christmases, root beer floats at the gallery, shared meals, and so much more.
While there are many wonderful memories to choose from, two of my favorites are a little less typical and perfectly capture Stan’s character.
One night as a teenager, I was home alone enjoying some quiet time. At the time, I was heavily into true crime shows, probably watching Cold Case Files or American Justice. Suddenly, I heard a loud “thud” from upstairs. Convinced that an intruder had somehow climbed through a second-story window, I panicked and called Stan for help.
As always, he came right over and conducted a thorough investigation of the house. After carefully checking everything out, he was relieved to report that he had rescued me from a particularly dangerous criminal: a shampoo bottle that had fallen off a shower shelf. Looking back, I think Stan found the situation much funnier than I did at the time.
Another memory comes from those teenage years. I had stopped by the Fultzes’ house to drop off some food, something our families frequently did for one another. When Stan answered the door, he looked at me and asked, “What’s that there on your face?”
Instantly, I burst out dramatically, “IT’S A ZIT, STAN!”
Realizing immediately that he had stepped into dangerous teenage territory, he was incredibly kind and apologetic. Somehow, despite the awkward start, he ended up comforting a teenage girl who was probably still picking at that very zit while talking to him. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I do remember that he made me feel better.
Both of these memories make me laugh now, but they also remind me of something important about Stan. Whether the problem was real or imagined, big or small, serious or silly, Stan was always there. He showed up when people needed him, and he had a way of making things better.
That is how I will always remember him.
Submitted by: Corisan Stimes