1953-2024 | 70 Years Old
Born October 13th 1953
Died March 19th 2024
Ree Teeter passed away peacefully in his sleep on the 19th of March, 2024, coinciding with the birthday of his beloved wife, Daryl.
Though he departed this world as he lived within it—on his own terms—he leaves behind a legacy of humor, love, and music.
We invite friends, family, and those whose lives were touched by Ree to share their memories, stories, and pictures on this memorial page. While he may have been a man who found little use for tradition, in the memories we share, his spirit continues to resonate within the lives he shaped.
As per his wishes, there will be no public service, but his generosity extends beyond life as he has bequeathed his body to science. In time, his ashes will be returned to the waters of Kentucky Lake, a place of cherished memories and serene beauty.
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3 responses to “Ree Teeter Memorial Page”
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Though you’d think because I became an English teacher that I’d be good with words, I didn’t inherit that trait from my dad. He did share his poetry and encouraged me to write my own, but what I learned most was to appreciate words and embrace creativity in as many ways as possible.
He gave me acoustic guitars (first a Lauren, then a Breedlove) and in 2016 he taught me to build my own electric guitar. I always felt too intimidated by my brother’s musical talents to actively pursue playing for fear of failure, but I do know he loved to hear me sing. He loved to recall the time I thought having headphones on meant people couldn’t hear me sing. He let me sit in my rocking chair behind the living room recliner singing my heart out while he and his friends hung out. I regret not finding time to professionally record some of my own songs and share them with him, but I know he was happy to just hear me sing from the kitchen.
I was proud to tell people about my dad. It felt unique and “cool” to have a dad that worked with guitars for a living—a dad that wasn’t like any one else’s.
Some of my fondness memories as a kid are the small moments trying to make him proud or impress him. Counting all of the guitars in his shop to keep inventory. Sorting screws and nails propped up on a workbench. Sweeping the basement shop floors. I’ll always love the smell of wood and sawdust.
Though I think many people didn’t understand him or his relationships, I felt we had a good one. He didn’t attend my band/choir concerts, various sport games, or even my wedding, but it didn’t matter to me what other people thought about that. I knew his attendance didn’t have anything to do with how much he cared about me or how proud he was of me. He simply didn’t conform to society’s standards and expectations. Instead, he showed up in other ways. For each band concert, I used reeds and a clarinet case from the brand “Lauren” because he ordered them special to his shop. Even though he didn’t understand the “pituitary glands squeaking up and down the gym floor”, he’d listen if I wanted to talk about my games. He shared love stories with me my entire life — stressing that ALL movies were love stories, even Ridley Scott’s Alien.
He told me on several occasions that my mom had to convince him to have a second kid. I think maybe he felt guilty about that in some way so he made it a point to remind me that he was so happy to have had me. Though he didn’t like to have long conversations on the phone with me, rather than ask basic questions about work or the mundane, he’d always ask if I was happy with life and remind me he was proud of me—that I expanded his life.
My dad knew so much about so many different areas of history and life in general. He most impressed me with his wealth of movie knowledge. When I watched a movie with my dad I didn’t just watch the movie, I learned about the actors and history of the film. How he remembered so much about so many films still baffles me. The first horror film he showed me was Dead Alive. The film I loved watching with him the most was Ninotchka. I love that he wasn’t afraid to cry watching romance movies with me.
I’m devastated he didn’t get to meet my son because I saw the way he loved my niece and nephew. Seeing the way they lit up his life was really special. The last time we spoke on the phone he shared his favorite songs by Huddie Ledbetter “Lead Belly” that I will share with Hudson—“Mr. Tom Hughes’ Town” and “Out on the Western Plains”.
Some other things I plan to share with my son—his various methods of tickling (tickle bugs, monsters, airplanes); running down the hall to jump into the bed “coming in for a landing” JU88 style; “sleeping” on the dock / falling off the edge of the bed only to be caught at the last moment; binge watching Three Stooges and The Honeymooners (I specifically loved cuddling up behind his knees as he lay down on the couch).
Maybe my favorite tradition that I plan to carry on with my own child is the start of summer break. My dad would open the front door and all the windows while he blasted Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out” loud enough for me to hear when I got off the bus on the last day of school each year. Once I made it home from the bus stop, he’d play Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall” and Mumbo Jerry’s “In the Summertime”.
Other things I’ll miss:
– Hearing him say “oh what the God Christ” as he loudly shuffles through Tupperware or pots and pans
– Watching “Cash Cab” and playing along
– Galaxy pancakes (made with the leidenfrost effect) and all of his other baked goods that were accompanied with tips and tricks that he was willing to share with the world rather than keep them as baking secrets
– Hearing him call me “honey… and could I just say… bunny” (I call my son Huddy… and could I just say… Buddy)
– The random videos he’d find to share with me even on my short visits home—Brother Theodore, Irwin Corey, Amy Winehouse performances
– His grocery list drawings of the perfect package of bacon
– “let’s not get panicky!”
– “Fashion consultant dad” and “Health man”tipsUltimately, I’m glad he’s no longer in pain. The first day of spring and my mom’s birthday must have been “a good day to die!”
My heart soars like a hawk. Oh papa, I love you.
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I met Ree a few times in his store in Midlothian, and owned one of his custom guitars for a bit. Great person, an absolute encyclopedia of guitar knowledge and a great luthier. RIP
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