Alan was born February 25, 1937 in Buffalo County, Wis. At a young age, he and his family (father, John (Tom) McQuade; mother, Vyolette McQuade; and six siblings) made numerous moves between North Dakota and the West coast. They settled permanently in the Rogue Valley in 1946.
As a child he was quite a character. With a very quick wit, he never missed a good opportunity to pull a prank on an unsuspecting victim. As a young man, I would classify him as quite a rebel, with the same characteristics he had as a child, plus a few extra ones. (The ladies, fast cars, and bars.) The next stage of his life was fatherhood and a cherished uncle. He was a favorite among all of the nieces and nephews and they were numerous. He knew how to play as if he were one of us; he had a way of making you feel as if you were the special one. He was our hero.
Alan, being an Irishman, portrayed all of the known traits, never met a stranger, famous for his one-liners, and always happy-go-lucky. That being said, he could talk his way into any line of work or out of any awkward situation.
In 1968, he had pipeline fever and followed his dreams north to Alaska. Alan worked in Prudhoe Bay operating heavy equipment, where he then grew into an independent entrepreneur operating his own big boy toys (trucks, dozers, excavators, etc) and he always enjoyed a good time. The man worked hard and played hard.
At one point, Alan moved back to the Lower 48 where he and his brother Paul formed a partnership, but he always dreamed of going back to Alaska. Dad and Alaska were a perfect fit, so back north he went.
In 1983, Alan purchased 57 acres in Fox, Alaska. He eventually became quite the pillar in his community, where it was rumored he was Sheriff, Mayor, and Justice of the Peace.
Alan was able to be himself up north, and to enjoy his various hobbies; fishing, hunting, socializing, a lot of horse trading, and a Friday night dance. In the last stages of his life he resided with his son and daughter-in-law in Central Point, Ore., the same area he grew up, therefore making a full circle back to childhood. At this time of his life, he was able to reconnect with his four children, nieces, nephews, and many longtime friends. Being the sociable character he was, there were many hours spent telling fishing stories reflecting on the past and looking toward the future. Dad always moved forward. He had many more dreams to fulfill.
On May 17 Dad was determined to make one final trip back to his beloved Alaska, which was quite amazing in itself. Nobody including hospice thought it was possible. He was able to see many friends and visited his favorite haunt, the Turtle Club where he was well-known for his favorite phrase That's the way it is.
Our father was surrounded by the love and admiration of his children as he made his final journey home. To all of Dad's friends and family, we would like you to know how much he enjoyed the company in his final days. Thank you so very much.
Dad jitterbugged his way to the pearly gates on June 11, 2013.
He is survived by his daughters, Lisa (Bill) Beckgren, Gina George, Carla (Todd Carpenter) McQuade; son, Michael (Lisa) McQuade; 11 grandchildren; seven great-grandchildren; sister, Kathleen Madina; brother, Jerome (Joyce) McQuade; and wife, Patricia.
We would like to extend a special thank you to Asante Hospice for the care you gave our father. And to you Michael, a big thank you for all the times you visited Alan, he so enjoyed each and every one!
There will be a memorial held at 1:30 p.m. Friday, June 21, 2013 at Perl Funeral Home, 2100 Siskiyou Blvd., Medford, OR 97504. Immediately following, there will be a celebration of life at the Don Jones Memorial Park, 223 W. Vilas Rd.. Central Point, Ore. Picnic-style potluck, bring your favorite dish or dessert. "And that's the way it is."