In Memory

Quentin Allhands

Quentin C. Allhands, Jr. 20, of Watseka, died about 4 p.m. Saturday in Sherman Hospital, Elgin, where he has been a patient the past month. A member of the U.S. Navy, he has been on a leave of absence due to poor health. A 1962 graduate of Watseka High School, he was born here September 2,1944, the son of Quentin C. Allhands, Sr.; and Mrs. Faye Hawkins Allhands. He married Karol Kriete Oct. 20, 1963 in Folkston, GA. He was a member of the Royal Neighbors of America. Surviving besides his wife and parents are the paternal grandmother, Mrs. Ruth Allhands of Watseka; maternal great grandmother, Mrs. Minnie Tatro of Watseka; half-sister, Deirde Allhands of Peoria, and two uncles, Randall and Kenwyn Allhands, both of Watseka. Funeral Services were held at 2 p.m. Tuesday at the Christian Church of Watseka, with the Rev. M. Schultz, pastor, officiating. Burial was in Oak Hill Cemetery, under direction of Segur Funeral Home. American Legion Post 23 conducted military rites at the grave.

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04/23/12 02:03 PM #1    

Maureen Sampson (Nodruff)

I remember that  shiny new red convertible and the many rides through the country with Rich Garfield when we were 16 and 17. Quentin and I never dated, but when I worked for the hospital, for two summers he would show up before I left for work to take me and his friend Rich for a ride and then on to work.  We shared a lot of laughs and some wonderful scenery.  Several times that sweet boy (he was sweet, courteous, very much the gentleman) bought me back some jewelry he had won at some carnival or festival locally.  I have often wondered what happened to this fun and generous soul.  Too soon we lost him.  But we had many open air miles traveled through the Watseka countryside with the top down and our hair flying.  That's how I'll remember you.

05/01/12 09:49 PM #2    

Lynn Dee Williams (Crouch)

In high school Quentin hung out with Larry Peters, Dick Garfield, Denny Lowe and Ray Crouch. After dates they would meet on a country road to swap stories and just maybe have a beer. (This is what I was told.) I also remember the night after a football game he ran into the back end of a car with a cooler of beer in his trunk. Went to where the car was towed to get it out. 

When Quentin returned to Watseka after the Navy discharge, he came to visit us. Talked about Navy life in Florida. He said with his name being Allhands the Navy PR used it to their benefit. They had his picture on posters with slogan, "Allhands On Deck". He got a big kick out of it.

Quentin brought Karol home to Watseka and we all became close friends. Our son Ray was about 20 months old and learning to talk. Quentin thought the word "beer" should be in his vocabulary and took it upon himself to teach him. He did. They were so excited about having a baby. Karol would watch Quentin and Raymond with Ray and just smile. She said she knew that Quentin was going to be a great Dad.

I was at the baby shower that Quentin's aunt was giving Karol when he called. He said he wasn't feeling good. Raymond and Little Ray had been with him earlier. Quentin never really talked about his health. Then he was gone.

Karol's mother flew up from Florida to pack her up and take her home. After Yvette was born we kept in touch.

Raymond and I went to Florida when Yvette was about 12 to visit them. Karol had remarried and gave Yvette siblings - brother and sister. Karol asked us not to mention Quentin. She said she had a trunk full of Quentin's personal belongings for her. She will be told and given these things about her Dad when she was older.  It was off and on communications for the next few years. Got a high school graduation picture of Yvette. You could see Quentin in her face. No further communications since then.

So somewhere out there Quentin could have grandchildren. When an offspring of his does something a little crazy and the family asks, "where did that come from"? Rest assure Quentin is smiling and sayng, "that's my boy". Or maybe it is a girl. His genetics are still here on earth.  


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