Born: August 18, 1944
Aug. 18, 1944 -- Aug. 9, 2009
Sequim resident Alfred W. Crampton, 64, died in Harborview Medical Center, Seattle, of injuries received in a highway crash in Central Washington.
Details of the incident, which involved a travel trailer, were reported in the Peninsula Daily News on Aug. 10 and 11.
He was born in Bremerton to Glen and Thelma (Gilmore) Crampton.
He earned his bachelor's degree in education, social science and physical education from the University of Wyoming,
Mr. Crampton was a bus driver for Clallam Transit.
Survivors include his wife, the former Theresa Rogers, whom he married Jan. 26, 1980, in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho; son and daughter-in-law Charlie and Kim Crampton of Yuma, Ariz.; daughter Elizabeth and Andrew Ehliers of Santa Monica, Calif.; brothers Glen and Kathy Crampton of Arizona and Jim and Patty Crampton of California; stepdaughters and stepsons-in-law Michele and Vince Bettger of Port Angeles and Raina and Kenny Krebbs of Rimrock, Ariz.; and nine grandchildren.
Services: Celebration of life will be held July of 2010 due to Teri's injuries.
For those of you reading this there has been an account set up to help Teri during this tragic time It is at Wells Fargo and the account number is 7115624137
Memorials: Sign the guest book for the family at www.harper-ridgeviewfuneralchapel.com.
The guest book is available at this time.
Recollections of Al Crampton - from Neil Wiley
Al and I first met at AVHS. John Short suggested I go out for Cross Country and there I got to know Al Crampton and Larry Rasmussen. Al and I became close friends, despite the fact Al was always in the front of the pack and I was always in the back. We were both bone racks, which was the norm for distance runners. Al was an unusually talented runner. He went to the CIF finals in the C1320. As a senior he was our fastest “miler.”
We did a lot of things together in high school, most of them harmless but a few of them not particularly well thought out. The dumbest stunt I can recall was after Dean Rasmussen brought home from the maritime academy a distress flare from an ocean going vessel. When you set one off, it shoots high up in the air, opens a small parachute, produces a very bright red flare, and very slowly falls to the surface. One summer, after a couple of beers, Al and I decided it would be fun to set one off by the drive-in movie. The plan was to wait until it was dark, drive north on 10th Street West where it became a dirt road until we were west of the drive-in, park the car, walk a quarter or half mile east to the fence of the drive-in, set off the flare, then run back to the car under the cover of darkness. All went according to plan until we set off the flare. As you may have guessed, but we weren’t quick enough to foresee, once we set off the flare the entire damn desert was lighted as if from a search light. We were the only things moving. Anyone at the drive-in who bothered to look over the fence could clearly see the two of us running through the Joshua trees under the bright light of the flare. The trip back seemed like miles. As always, Al got back to the car a lot quicker than I, but fortunately I was driving so he had to wait until I got there.
On another occasion we took a five gallon can of gas (then costing about 25 cents a gallon) to Palmdale and poured on the PHS football field so as to burn AV in the middle of their grass. It was successful and uneventful. Sometime later Al and some of the other cross country guys went back to do it again. Late that night I got a call from Al asking me to drive to Palmdale to pick him up. As it happened some PHS guys were in the vicinity and gave chase on foot before Al and the others could get back to their car. Al and the others each took off in a different direction. The PHS guys were also pretty good runners so there was an extended chase. While none of the AVHS guys were caught, they ended up far away from the high school, each in a different location. I gave Al a ride home and each of the others got home some other way. It is good I wasn’t in on that one, because the PHS guys probably would have caught up with me.
Another of Al’s talents was that he was pretty good at holding onto a dollar. Al, Larry Rasmussen and I ran around a lot together while at AVHS. The only time either Larry or I can remember getting the better of Al financially was one summer evening when we pooled our money and sent an older acquaintance to Rocket Liquors on Sierra Highway to buy us a fifth of rum. Rum and Coke was the standard in those days. The older acquaintance, not being particularly quick, brought back a fifth of scotch instead of a fifth of rum. When you are a high school kid rum and coke goes down fairly easy. Not so for scotch. The scotch had us all gasping for air, but Larry and I decided to brave the storm and proceeded to work on the bottle. Al decided sobriety was not so bad after all and even gave us his third.
Following high school Al got a cross country scholarship from the University of Wyoming. He must have been very dedicated to run cross country in Wyoming weather. He subsequently graduated and obtained a teaching credential. I believe he taught at Joshua School in Lancaster for awhile. He later moved to Washington and lived in the Sequim and Port Angeles area for many years. I believe the only reunion he attended was our 25th.
I haven’t seen a lot of Al since our AVHS days, but I enjoy recalling the many good times we had back then. Al was a nice person and a good friend.
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