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Friday, January 17, 2020
Irene Kramer posted a condolence
Thursday, January 16, 2020Once I went up to visit Matt at his home in Washington where he gave me a tour of the property. He showed me all his tools for cleaning horses teeth, including some he had invented. Inside the house he showed me a magnificent marble horse head he had laid in a slate floor of the family room. Behind the house a hill rose up steeply. The rain had been running down it and draining right through the undercarriage of the house. It was always wet under there. He had the skill, time and knowledge to Mickey Mouse things into quite a professional drainage job. The water was collected and rerouted through pipes that ran underground and bypassed the house. This drainage system deposited the water way down below to the natural stream that ran through the back of the property. This next job is almost unbelievable that one person could complete it by himself. Matthew single handedly lifted that entire two story house up, one large beam at a time using jacks. He would lift up a section, replace the main wooden beams with iron, then he dug deep trenches around the entire section, poured it full of cement and let the new iron beam rest on the concrete.This was instead of a wood beam resting on dirt. Then he would let that section down and jack up the next section. All this eliminated the chances of a wood beam rotting. The previous drainage problem had played havoc with the wood. If not attended to eventually there would have been a major problem.
Irene Kramer posted a condolence
Thursday, January 16, 2020Renie Renie I was attending Daniel & Rhonda’s wedding and was talking to Matthew. I had asked him if he had any prospects as a girlfriend. He replied, “No.” I told him that there were plenty of fish in the sea. He said, “Where, the Dead Sea?”
Thursday, January 16, 2020Yvonne My fondest memory of Matthew is of our Mom asking one of us to go out and call Matt to come down form the large Mexican Ash trees when it was time for dinner. He even had rope going from one tree to another to deliver handwritten notes.
Thursday, January 16, 2020Matt offered to have me be the babysitter for the Race Track Owners and Trainers. I would do this babysitting in the big house on the Vessel’s property next to the track. The Vessels family were owners of the entire organization. I took that opportunity to get all gussied up, go over to the Main House & while batting my eyes, I hoped to meet the Vessels son who was a racecar driver. He was the heir to the entire Vessel’s fortune. I felt lucky that my little brother Matt was in the race horse business. If I had not been just 16 it might have worked.
Thursday, January 16, 2020Yvonne One summer Matt and I signed up for Clown school. We were taught by a ‘real professional clown’. We learned the history of clowns, applying make-up and had assigned clown names. We got to be in parades and even learned the correct ‘funny’ way to step over horse droppings. We bought new bikes when 10 speeds were first invented. We went on many long distance rides to different beaches, etc. I’ll never forget asking him to go with me to get an icecream. He said “No” because he was saving his money.
Jerome Orme posted a condolence
Thursday, January 16, 2020Jerome There was “Pony” horses which were the best friend of the race horse on the way to the starting gate. Matt used them also to get around while at the race track. I was about 12. years old when my body Ross and I had an idea. Let’s take a couple of the “Pony” horses and ride around all night and make sure we get them back by morning. I decided to just take them home, hide them in my parents back yard, keep them there for the day and bring them back the next night. Well I don’t have to tell ya, the cops showed up looking for me. Mom said, “I haven’t seen him.” They asked her about horses and she said, “Oh, there are horses in the backyard.” Holy Moly BUSTED. When I came home there was a horse trailer and and a police cruiser at our curb. The cop decided I needed handcuffs to scare me. ”Horse theft is still on the books as a hanging offence!” the officer bellowed. When the ponies were all loaded up and on their way back over to the track he removed the handcuffs and left me there to think about it. Matt was three years younger than me and if it weren’t for him being in the horse business I would not have learned a valuable life lesson.
Stephanie Thomas posted a condolence
Thursday, January 16, 2020Stephanie I always enjoyed visiting Matt in Washington growing up for our family vacations, and even as an adult bringing my own boys to visit as well. Everyone always wanted Uncle Matt to bring them on a tractor ride around the property. I remember the last time I visited Matt at his home years ago, everyone went to bed but my brother Tommy, myself and Matt. He offered us a Heineken to have with him and we stayed up late talking. Matt told us many stories of his life mostly of his times spent on the race track. It was fun to hang out with Uncle Matt. For such a quiet person he loved to talk and laugh with people. His laugh would sometimes be silent with a few head nods. My dad use to impersonate Matthew’s laugh and it was so spot on. I have these and many more memories of him. He was kind and will be missed by all.
Stephanie Thomas posted a condolence
Thursday, January 16, 2020Stephanie My childhood memories of Matt are mostly of him always working on something or building something. He was always working on some sort of project. I remember when he drew his amazing horse picture and of watching him as he colored it in. I had asked how long it took him. I remember thinking how great of an artist he was. If you’ve ever seen this picture you would agree. I also admired how many different colored pencils he had. It was literally close to 500 or more. As a 10 year old I really wanted to color with his cool set of pencils and he didn’t want me to touch any of them! He told me I could help by sharpening them as they got dull.
Daniel C Orme posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Daniel Christopher My best memories shared with Uncle Matt were always up at his house in Washington. Whether it be riding his tractor or playing in the snow. Uncle Matt always loved teaching me how to drive the tractor up and down his street. What I’ll most remember about about Uncle Matt is his personality. He was the most easygoing and kindest person this world has ever seen.
Daniel Orme posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Matt is the only person I know on this planet that has ever attempted to ride a stand-up jetski from the Queen Mary in the Long Beach Harbor to Catalina Island. He installed an extra large fuel tank for the occasion and calculated the amount of fuel he would need. Myself and Amanda were following him in my boat. The swells were unusually large that day. He would keep disappearing into them where we were unable to see him till he resurfaced at the top of the next swell. Standing up & not being able to rest his butt on a seat was extremely tiring. Little Amanda was wearing her life preserver and yelling over the side of the boat, “COME ON UNCLE MATT. YOU CAN DO IT!!! THERE’S THE ISLAND WE’RE ALMOST THERE!!!” The swells weren’t part of the calculations and Matt ran out of gas a mere two miles from shore. We towed him with a rope into Catalina Harbor. Matt got off that jetski, went straight up the wooden pier with his wobbly legs and walked into the first bar still wearing his rubber footies & wetsuit. The bartender hollered, “Have you been snorkeling?” Matt replied, “Nope, I just jetskied here from Long Beach.” Then he collapsed his butt onto a barstool.
Tommy & Leslie Saunders posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Tommy I have memories of working on trucks with Matt. Matt taught me how to drive a tractor and also a big rig. Leslie I have memories of seeing Matt be an amazing & loving father to Ian and Crystal.
Monique Hernandez-Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Monique One of my favorite memories of Uncle Matt was when I was younger and would spend the summer with him and Aunt Carrie. Matt had some work to do on the road by the barn and I helped him out as much as a little girl could, moving rocks and what not. He’d take the time to show me around the woods a bit more and taught me which berries I could eat right off the plants. He taught me how to estimate how old the trees were. I loved being at his house because of all the nature. When I was in elementary school I would tell people that his house in Washington was my second home, because of how badly I wanted to live there. I saw him as one of the coolest Uncles ever partly because of where he lived.
Landon Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Landon Uncle Matt is funny, happy and he messed around and played with us.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Adam I liked his dog Yukon that he taught to sneeze and burp on command. I remember waiting for him to get home from work everyday when he visited. I liked listening to his truck stories and about working on the backside of the racetrack where the horses were kept. And I liked when I got old enough to go to the Starting Gate to have a beer with him.
Adam Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Adam I loved seeing Uncle Matt’s drawings and paintings he used to do. I liked to draw and paint myself. I especially liked the Amanda painting and the horse drawing. I liked riding around in his tractor and him letting us drive it. Also riding around Los Alamitos with him in his never dying truck. I liked going through a part of his land and creating trails. We made pretend stories of us in the “jungle”.
Wyatt Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Wyatt The last time I saw Uncle Matt was on a Fourth of July and it really sticks out in my mind. I was in a large Jumper with all my cousins. Uncle Matt was standing at the side of it watching us through the thick mesh net. A couple of kids boinged in that direction and boing, they slammed right up against the side bumping Uncle Matt pretty hard. He went over instantly down and hitting his head on the sidewalk. He couldn’t use his arms to break his fall. Then he just lay there until the fire department arrived. He didn’t want to leave the party and refused to go to the hospital. They got him into a chair and he sat there the rest of the day and night.
David Larsuel-Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020David I’m very glad I was able to see Uncle Matt’s place on the mountain. One time Matt wanted me to take a walk with him. He wanted to show me something. We walked across the rock driveway, down a little hill towards the pasture & over to a spot that had a large square of plywood laying on the green meadow grass. He said, “Let’s lift it up.” I helped him pick up the board and could not believe my eyes. There was a large hole and it was completely filled with snakes. He said they were regular garden snakes that were not dangerous. I played with the snakes the rest of the time I was there visiting.
Sarah Howard posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Sarah Growing up I would ride my bike over to my Grandma & Grandpa’s house on Bunker Hill. There I would quite often find my Uncle Matt sitting in the living room. Many of the times Uncle Dan would also be there. Uncle Matt was quiet and Uncle Daniel was loud. I would just sit and listen to their conversations or sometimes we’d watch T.V. Cousin Amanda would be their too. After she died Uncle Matt moved up north. I looked forward to my afternoons there and really missed them when he moved
Serena Howard lit a candle
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Matt told me a story about his bridge, his dog & a bear. There is a creek that runs through the back end of the Mathews road property. With only one road going to and from his place he had worried about the seriousness of a forest fire. There was only one road going to and from the place & if it were to become impassable how would the fire dept. get to them? Well if you know Matt, he came up with a plan. It should have been impossible for a man by himself. After Calculations, planning & procurement of tools & supplies Matt set to work. He rearranged the earth & several large trees & leveled the banks of the stream to a perfect position in order to send a bridge over that water. The bridge would connect to a back road that dead ended at his property. Emergency vehicles could then enter his property as well as use water right from the creek. On his side the bridge connected to his road that passed behind the barn & circled round to everywhere else & the house. The big feat would be to have the bride be strong enough to withstand the weight of very large fire trucks. A county inspector was completely mind bobbled when he asked how many people did it take to build it. Matthew answered, "One." He had brought in the large beams & planks by himself making good use of his tractor.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Serena Matthew often spoke about the horses & their different personalities. One young pony in particular was plucked out of a field where it had been frolicking with its’ friends. He was brought over to the upper-class stables where the racing horses were kept. Matt talked about all the trouble the handlers were having with that pony kicking, bucking and all around bad attitude. One of the trainers called Matt & asked if he could go over and take a look at it. Matt already knew on the way over there exactly what the problem was. He decided to spend some time with it just so it could have a break from the grueling routine of a Quarter Horse in training. Afterwards he went to see the trainer. “How would it feel if you, your friends and your cousins were all frolicking around in a meadow when some men came, took you out early from the fun, moved you to a strange stall in a different stable on the opposite side of the meadow, changed your feed, made you run in quick intense spurts on a track and all the while you could hear and sometimes see all your buddies over across the way playing? You would have a bad attitude too.”
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Monday, January 13, 2020
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