My father, Norman Mead, lived to fullest. He seven sons and a deep spiritual catholic faith with intellect. He was converted from the Church of Christ. Norm was preserved by my younger brothers who adored him and my mother a devout Irish Catholic. They who could never bear to be without his presence and yet his extreme life style and sins being the youngest made him so adored no matter what his mental or physical condition.
Father was the consummate architect/builder, a devout family man, a gifted father and a husband whom women dream of. He married a college beauty who exorcised his demons from the horrors of the Japanese Islands fights during WWII.
Norman maintained his innocence and delighted in having everything. From his early years in Barrington Illinois to Trout Valley to Arizona where he kept his horses, hunting dogs and honey bees His children for the most part caught his love for the outdoors. He never gave up until he mastered nit, deeply embedded me with the passion to learn and be a student and neverf ever think you are better than the next person. Norm refused to become an elitist and still managing to be a bass plugger even though he made the finest Fly Rods and could tie the most elaborate flies.
Norman was a tennis player, singer, skier, marksman, hunter, fly fisherman, photographer, gem stone cutter dog trainer, horse trainer, falconer, audiophile, architect, community developer and founder of Streamwood, Trout Valley, Brigdoon and Barrington Woods Illinois and Green Valley Arizona.
He leaves this world for his next adventure. God help them
