Charles Thomas Magda

Charles Thomas Magda, 81, died peacefully at home Sunday, September 9th, 2018. Mr. Magda was born on April 4,1937. Although a long time resident of Enola, PA, he had been living with one of his daughters in Hamburg, PA for the past two years, while battling his illnesses. 

Everyone who met Chuck, loved him. He had an infectious personality, loved his family and friends, served his country, was an avid fisherman, a true Pittsburgh sports fan, and practiced a strong faith in God. 

Chuck was the widower of the late Mary Frances Magda, married 58 years. He is survived by his two daughters (Kathy and Kim), two son-in-law’s, two sisters, five grandchildren and their spouses, 4 step-grandchildren, three great-grandchildren, and many other family and friends who’s lives he touched. 

We will be receiving guests at Sullivan Funeral Home in Enola on Thursday, September 13th from 9:30AM-11AM with an immediate service afterwards. Burial will be at Cumberland Valley Memorial Gardens, Carlisle.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Mt. Zion United Methodist Church, Enola PA.

The Sullivan Funeral Home is honored to serve the Magda family.

 

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Many people knew Charles as “Chuck”. I was blessed to call him “Pappy”. Growing up “Pappy” and “Grammy” taught my cousins, brother and I positive morals growing up. If you had the opportunity to meet Pappy and Grammy you always knew how to pick and choose your battles. Especially, when they would bicker about the silliest of things. Pappy was always a ray of sunshine. Growing up I remember him taking all of us grandchildren on fishing adventures. He sure was one hell of a catch! His spontaneous jokes and contagious laughs I’m going to miss the most. My Pappy had the opportunity to see me graduate high school; stuck by my side while I got my bachelors degree and got to see me graduate at East Stroudsburg University. My Pappy has taught me to love those who I seek out to the most which would be my mother. This is devastating. A piece of my heart went to heaven on September 9,2018. I have the best guardian angels that I could ever ask for. Please, continue to root for all of your Pittsburgh teams. Also, please give Grammy a huge hug and a kiss for me. I love you to the moon and back. Love always; your Hanny.

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Ever since I was very young my Uncles Chucky and Jimmy would come to Montana to go fish the rivers and visit family. Many great memories of making fresh pasta on moms counter with you, Jimmy and Andy! I’m sorry we didn’t get to know each other more as i grew older. Distance is always hard to overcome. I miss and love you Uncle Chucky! May the trout be large and the wind be at your back my friend

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He and Mary were very special to their church family. I will always remember the many hours and days they worked in preparing for our Flea Market each year. In the past few years when I would call checking on him he would always tell me "Annie assign me with Archie and Galen at our Mt. Zion table." When he came back to church for a visit the first thing he would tell me, "Annie give me a hug and don't forget to assign me with Archie and Galen at our Mt. Zion table". My Friend you will now be at a different table, the Table of Our Lord!

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My name is Jim Roach. Chuck is my wife Donna’s big brother and protector throughout their tumultuous childhood. He was the one that was always there for Donna. The first time I met Chuck was when he and Brother Jimmy came out to visit and fish Montana (in the late 80’s or early 90’s). I was sitting alone at 5:00 am at the dining table in Montana eating my breakfast cereal when Chuck quietly came from the back of the house and introduced himself to me. He sat down and we visited for a short spell. I was immediately taken in by his friendly openness, his accessibility and his simple down to earth way of making you feel like of course you would be great friends. He made me feel immediately accepted and honored as his brother in law. From that moment Chuck has held a place of high esteem in my life that has only grown through the years I’ve known him. And I know that this holds true for everyone that knows him.
I wish I could share with everyone the many happy memories of the times we all shared in Montana. He would come out about every other year with Jimmy, when he was alive, and usually cousin Andy, and a happy host of other friends and family who it was always a great pleasure to be with. I remember Chuck and Jimmy and Andy making noodles on our kitchen counter, flour drifting through the air settling on every surface, the smell of tomato sauce simmering on the stove, jokes and laughter and grandkids running about wildly. How they loved Uncle Chuckie (and Andy and Jimmy too)! Another time there was the August 22nd snow storm at Glacier National Park that made us take the long way around on the way home with Jimmy and Chuck sharing the driving; over the snowy mountain pass, cars in the ditch, limited visibility. It was wild! The summer after Jimmy passed, a large family contingent came out west to visit and fish and see the mountains. Aunt Jo, Andy, nephews Tommy and Mike Magda, Chuck, Donna and I all traveled up to Glacier and spent a couple nights at Duck Lake Lodge on the eastern edge of the park. I remember Aunt Jo singing out “Yadda-dadda-do” at the top of the stairs in her nightgown when we teased her about her “new boyfriend” that had a room down the hall who she just seemed to keep running into on trips to the bathroom that the whole floor shared. It was great fun and games! Most of all, I remember all the fishing. When they came out, Chuck and company took their fishing very seriously. They went about it like it was a job for them. Every day was a new fishing expedition with all the prep. It was worms at Walmart, ice and supplies at “Rosinauers”, breakfast with their new waitress friends at 4Bs, then off to the river. It was the Blackfoot, the Bitterroot, the Clarkfork, the Big Hole, and the Beaverhead. Chuck wanted to be where the good fishing holes and the big fish were, and he usually found them. He had the touch and it was pretty rare that he didn’t come home either with a mess of beautiful trout, or at least with pictures and stories of another great day pursuing them on the river. He was a master fisherman and a generous teacher in the subtleties of working the water.
It’s been a great blessing to have Chuck in my life. I feel like I learned so much from him. It’s something of a cliché, but it’s true that to know Chuck was to love him. Chuck always treated people with friendly deference and respect for their dignity. He liked people and they naturally liked him. He was gentle, he was kind, he was unassuming, and genuinely warm. Chuck had a wonderful sense of humor and was a champion joke teller with a seemingly endless playbook. I wish I could remember a quarter of them. But every now and then one will come to mind bringing a chuckle with thoughts of his unique delivery. Thanks Chuck. Love of family was paramount to Chuck, and to be brought into and become a part of this wonderful family of his is such a gift to me. It has changed my life and totally become a part of who I am. Thank you Chuck. Thank you Donna. And thank you to all the family, you are truly special.
Chuck’s epic health struggles are over. There will be no more endless meds, procedures, doctors, diagnoses or symptoms. No more hospitals or convalescence or nurses. He did have extraordinary professional care because everyone wanted to do well for Chuck. What a tough and enduring soldier he was, and how wonderful that he is free of it now. What a blessing to have the loving family to nurture and walk with him through it all. He’s in the arms of his beloved Mary. He’s with Aunt Jo, Jimmy, and Uncle Sam and all the many people who he loved, who loved him and have moved on. And he’s with all of us as well who are still on this plane. I’ll be calling on him a lot when I’m down and need a lift. I’ll think of his jokes, of his funny morning phone greeting of “Time to make the donuts!” I’ll picture him quietly working his bait along the cool rocks of the Blackfoot River bed, full of peace, self assurance, and grace. Fish on Chuck…we love you always.

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