Hugh G. Ritchie, 79, of Winslow, went to be with his Lord and Savior on Friday, February 19, 2021. He was born May 9, 1941 to John and Gretta Ritchie.
He is preceded in death by his parents, John and Gretta Ritchie; his loving wife, Patricia A. Ritchie; son, Lee Ritchie; daughter, Gwen Ambrose; and a brother, Bob Ritchie.
Hugh was born in Ireland and came to the U.S. in 1951. He joined the United States Navy in 1955…he loved the water. He sailed all over the world. Hugh also did four tours in Vietnam. After 20 years, he retired. He then became a truck driver along with his wife. After 30 years, he retired off the road. Hugh worked for Traylor Shavings for 17 years (then retired for good).
He is survived by a daughter, Patricia A. Ambrose of Winslow; sons, Jerry and Floyd Chavious of Winslow and Samuel Ritchie of Ohio; grandson, Anthony Ritchie; and many other family like his sister, Rhoda Alameda of Idaho; plus lots of friends.
The family will receive friends from 5-7 PM Thursday, February 25, 2021 at Beard’s Chapel.
Funeral services will be 12:30 PM Friday, February 26, 2021 at Beard’s Chapel. Interment will follow in the Fayetteville National Cemetery.
We will miss you. Hugs to all the family.
May the road
rise to meet you.
May the wind be
always at your back.
May the sun shine
warmth upon your face.
The rains fall
soft upon your fields.
And until
we meet again,
May God hold you
in the palm of His hand.
Rest easy for your work is done.
Love Sam, Megan, Morgan & Logan
WE are truly sorry for your loss. My husband worked with him a long time ago at Traylors Shaving.
To my dearest Big Brother Hugh,
I am going to miss you so much, I was always the little sister that wanted to tag along with you and Bob and now you are both gone. I don’t want to follow you on this journey, but some day i will find you again. We laughed, we cried and we loved, we were each others leaning post. You will never be forgotten.
Pat and the rest of the family my heart goes out to you at this time, stay strong and love each other.
Goodbye old man and don’t get to comfortable, because one day I’ll be where you’re going and then the barb’s will fly. Just saying. You were the best leprechaun I ever knew, laughter when you were here and witty comebacks as you left. These hills won’t be the same without you. As for the family you left behind, remember the good times and let the rest lie. Your verbal sparing partner at the Backwoods, Kaye