Our Dad was involved with this track from the very beginning. He was one of the founding fathers.
He held every office in the organization and was the representative for the FOP for many years. At one point, he had helped build almost every car on the track.
The early years of racing, involved practice on Tuesday, racing at Terre Haute on Fridays, Casey on Saturdays and sometimes Indianapolis on Sundays. We raced before the fireworks at the Stadium and then later at the Action Track. Because of involvement my family had with the warden of the prison’s secretary, we later started racing at the prison. The prisoners so loved watching the races that they built a dirt track at the prison farm facility.
Dad brought the love of racing to many families. There are too many families that he helped get involved to name them all but a few were the Meyers, the Callahan’s, the Barton’s, and the Bards. He had a driver before his daughter Deb and after her he had many drivers until his son Rob raced. Brian Champion and Ron Petcher are a few that come to mind.
When many family’s children had outgrown racing, but they still loved the track and the sport, Dad and Mom started a program where children were brought from Glenn home to race on Fridays.
During his years he developed a friendship with Mary Hulman and helped bring A.J. Foyt to the track several times.
Our Dad acted as the “Father “of this track he loved. He fostered an atmosphere of sportsmanship and camaraderie. He helped so many families get their cars up and running that our doors were revolving with wives and kids until the late hours of the night.
We are deeply honored to see our Dad receive this and know that he is in his cowboy hat, smiling down from heaven.
We also wish to acknowledge our mother, who started and ran the concession stand for more years than we can count and worked keeping the records for many years.
My remarks Rhonda
As the child who did not race but grew up at this track from a toddler on, I can say that nobody has seen Terre Haute Quarter Midget racing as I have. What I want you to know was that my family ate, slept and breathed this track. The dirt was so well ground into us, it is part of our souls. Our childhood memories are mostly of times at the track and the times we spent with the “family” that we acquired there. We celebrated birthdays, mourned losses and I grew up in the arms of all the moms and dads. My wonderful childhood is because of my parent’s involvement. I hope that going forward, children will still have these memories and this track will persevere for years to come."