RAITHEL, DAVID


DAVID MEEKER EDWARD RAITHEL
Date Of Birth:	FEBRUARY 29, 1920
Date Of Death:	JANUARY 26, 2012
Service Date:	3:00 P.M. SUNDAY JANUARY 29, 2012 VISITATION 1:30 - 3:00 SUNDAY GRANT FUNERAL SERVICES CHAPEL

David Meeker Edward Raithel, age 91, of Winchester, departed this life on Thursday, January 26, 2012, at Southern Tennessee Medical Center in Winchester. Mr. Raithel attended both Goshen Presbyterian Church and the Winchester United Pentecostal Church. Mr. Raithel was a graduate of De Anza College of Cupertino, California. He was employed for many years as a aeronautics supervisor with AERO and was also employed with a space propulsion company in California before retirement. He was a loving and devoted husband, father and grandfather.

Mr. Raithel is survived by his wife of seventy years, Hilda Jane Hancock Raithel of Winchester, daughters, JoAnn Brinkley (Robert) Jones of Murfreesboro, Janet Louise Drewrey of Roseburg, Oregon, sons, Gerald David Raithel, of Pensacola, Florida, Darrell Paul (Melissa) Raithel of Winchester, Tenn. Philip Edward (Patty) Raithel of Sunnyvale, California. 15 grand-children, 7-great-grandchildren and 2-great-great-grandchildren.

Visitation for Mr. Raithel is scheduled for 1:30 P.M. until 3:00 P.M. Sunday with services beginning at 3:00 all in the Chapel of Grant Funeral Services with Pastor Carlton Potts, Bro. Philip Cleek and son-in-law, Pastor on assignment Robert Jones, officiating. Interment will follow in the Goshen Presbyterian Church Cemetery.

From: Carlton Potts
Location:Lafayettte, Indiana 47905
He was my uncle, Uncle David. I have memories of him from the old days when the Raithels lived in St. Louis, and I ate my first tomato out of their backyard garden. Later, in Tullahoma, TN., where I viewed in awe, and later rode in the speed boat Uncle David built with his own hands. And still later, at the farm house where we stayed when Jo Ann graduated from high school and and then was married. Darrell showed us how to gig frogs and Uncle David imparted some important knowledge about "modern mechanics" and showed me what you did with a unrepairable fuel pump for a mid-50's car. You hold it just so in your hand, and then you toss it into the woods a far as you can! I admired so much about this uncle, a self-made man, who was reared by his strict, German-speaking grandmother. May God rest his weary soul.