Here's is the link to Fred's story in the Register. Story posted below.
https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/napavalleyregister/name/frederick-turnbull-obituary?id=38744324
Frederick J. Turnbull
Feb. 26, 1949 - Jan. 10, 2023
FORT BRAGG - Frederick J. Turnbull was born February 26, 1949 to the Rev. Thomas B. and Mary Jane Turnbull. He grew up in Napa, CA, and much of his youth and early adulthood can be summarized by his pursuit of joy. Always a thrill seeker, he generally gave less concern to the risk than to the reward. Fred was a great writer, a deep thinker, and was enormously sensitive. He championed the underdog. He preferred simple, local pleasures over large extravagances. In the later years of his life he lived in Willits, CA, and finally Ft. Bragg, CA. Never overly fond of rules for individuals, he embraced nearly off-grid living in both places. In Willits he developed his passion for wild mushroom hunting, his skills as a gardener, and his self-appointed responsibility as a caretaker for the wild turkeys who would frequently visit him at his home. He also formed deep and lasting friendships with many people in his community.
A self-described hippie, Fred cared deeply about environmental conservation and paid particular attention to the health of northern California rivers and streams. He developed a real respect for Native American culture. He wore his heart on his sleeve and fell easily in and out of love. He had a keen sense of morality and could be relied upon to make known what he thought was and wasn't right. He was honest and was willing to live with his mistakes, and he expected honesty from others.
As the years of his life progressed, Fred developed a prominent belly which he sometimes liked to adorn with suspenders, and a beard that any lumberjack would envy. In fact, he had been quite proud of his full and luscious hair all his life. As a nod to the sense of humor that he retained all his days, he dressed up like Santa Claus on more than one occasion, and looked as Kris Kringle might, if St. Nick also bore an expression that suffered no fools.
Fred will be remembered as a loving father and grandfather, a supportive big brother, a fun and caring uncle, and a loyal friend. He is survived by his beloved son, Sam Turnbull (Lissa); grandchildren: Tasha, Toran, and Seamus; brothers: Pete Turnbull (Janet) and George Turnbull (Mary); sister-in-law, Robin Turnbull Andree; two generations of nephews and nieces; and cousins: Nancy Hoffman (Mike) and Jeanie Whelan. Fred was preceded in death by his parents and his older brother, Thomas B. Turnbull III.
Fred (The Troll) was a great friend in high school. We had a lot of fun, various clubs, dances etc. But mostly hanging out. Always upbeat with a bent sense of humor like mine. Haven't seen him in decades but looks like the same Fred. The troll will live on forever in our thoughts.
I too was friends with Fred and I agree completely with George's comments. He was a real character and always quite unpredictable. I hadn't seen him since high school, but reading his obit I'm not surprised one bit by the roads he went down. I reminisced yesterday with George about the summer Fred got a caretaker's job for a beautiful home up high on Partridge Rd. Many days were spent watching Fred water plants, mow, and do odd jobs while a few of us sat sipping and sunning by the pool with the million dollar views. He was one of a kind.
Betty McCormick (Malmgren)
Here's is the link to Fred's story in the Register. Story posted below.
https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/napavalleyregister/name/frederick-turnbull-obituary?id=38744324
Frederick J. Turnbull
Feb. 26, 1949 - Jan. 10, 2023
FORT BRAGG - Frederick J. Turnbull was born February 26, 1949 to the Rev. Thomas B. and Mary Jane Turnbull. He grew up in Napa, CA, and much of his youth and early adulthood can be summarized by his pursuit of joy. Always a thrill seeker, he generally gave less concern to the risk than to the reward. Fred was a great writer, a deep thinker, and was enormously sensitive. He championed the underdog. He preferred simple, local pleasures over large extravagances. In the later years of his life he lived in Willits, CA, and finally Ft. Bragg, CA. Never overly fond of rules for individuals, he embraced nearly off-grid living in both places. In Willits he developed his passion for wild mushroom hunting, his skills as a gardener, and his self-appointed responsibility as a caretaker for the wild turkeys who would frequently visit him at his home. He also formed deep and lasting friendships with many people in his community.
A self-described hippie, Fred cared deeply about environmental conservation and paid particular attention to the health of northern California rivers and streams. He developed a real respect for Native American culture. He wore his heart on his sleeve and fell easily in and out of love. He had a keen sense of morality and could be relied upon to make known what he thought was and wasn't right. He was honest and was willing to live with his mistakes, and he expected honesty from others.
As the years of his life progressed, Fred developed a prominent belly which he sometimes liked to adorn with suspenders, and a beard that any lumberjack would envy. In fact, he had been quite proud of his full and luscious hair all his life. As a nod to the sense of humor that he retained all his days, he dressed up like Santa Claus on more than one occasion, and looked as Kris Kringle might, if St. Nick also bore an expression that suffered no fools.
Fred will be remembered as a loving father and grandfather, a supportive big brother, a fun and caring uncle, and a loyal friend. He is survived by his beloved son, Sam Turnbull (Lissa); grandchildren: Tasha, Toran, and Seamus; brothers: Pete Turnbull (Janet) and George Turnbull (Mary); sister-in-law, Robin Turnbull Andree; two generations of nephews and nieces; and cousins: Nancy Hoffman (Mike) and Jeanie Whelan. Fred was preceded in death by his parents and his older brother, Thomas B. Turnbull III.
He will be greatly missed.
George Pitta
Fred (The Troll) was a great friend in high school. We had a lot of fun, various clubs, dances etc. But mostly hanging out. Always upbeat with a bent sense of humor like mine. Haven't seen him in decades but looks like the same Fred. The troll will live on forever in our thoughts.
Paul Lightner
I too was friends with Fred and I agree completely with George's comments. He was a real character and always quite unpredictable. I hadn't seen him since high school, but reading his obit I'm not surprised one bit by the roads he went down. I reminisced yesterday with George about the summer Fred got a caretaker's job for a beautiful home up high on Partridge Rd. Many days were spent watching Fred water plants, mow, and do odd jobs while a few of us sat sipping and sunning by the pool with the million dollar views. He was one of a kind.