I remember Pat and my dad Oel Parish were both hauling hay for John Miller, south of Burley. I was young and steered the tractor which pulled the hay wagon. As I drove up and down the field, dad and Pat walked along and threw the bales up on the wagon where another man stacked the bales. Two rows wide, four bales high and then a row down the center to tie the top. I remember It was always a competition to see who could throw the bales in place. and who was strongest etc. Pat was to be a senior and he was very athletic.
Well I don't know who started it, but I looked back and Pat and dad were throwing the same bale,back and forth over the top of the load.I kept going up the field and they were laughing and joking and neither one would give up. My dad was in good shape but he was 20 yrs . older. I think the bale finally broke open and they were both glad that it did.
Pat was always smiling and full of mischief as I remember. That was many years ago, but I have told that story many times, a favorite of my childhood.
Sorry to the family he has left,but you are blessed to have known Pat.
Dwight Parish Albion, Idaho.