Michael Lee Wallach

Micheal Lee Wallach was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on December 21, 1943 to Vivian and Maurice Wallach. He was one of three children with an older sister Roberta Wallach and younger brother Dale Wallach. The family relocated to North Hollywood, California and this is where Michael grew up and became a young adult. In 1964, he fell in love with Beverly McKnight and started a young family welcoming his first daughters, Karen and Kristine Wallach, to the Wallach clan. As love and life can sometimes change, he later met Michaele Kiefer in 1972, they continued on to Colorado, and later to Wisconsin were they welcomed two more daughters, Jillian and Jeannine Wallach, to the clan. A career opportunity with Major Marketing Inc. relocated Michael to Spokane, Washington, and Washington became his home for the next 20+ years. Michael put much love, sweat, and tears into his successful career. Times changed, and in 2005 he moved to Lincoln City, Oregon where he began his life with his third love, Peggy Tepolt. Newport, Oregon led to Sequim, Washington, then to Las Vegas, Nevada, and finally to a much loved boat house on Lake Pleasant just north of Phoenix, AZ. During his lifetime, he lived in many different places and states, but Arizona was the place he finally called home. He is survived by: His older sister: Roberta Wallach Three of his daughters: Kristine Marchant, Jillian Moss, and Jeannine McGuire And also by 4 grandchildren: Sienna Moss, Avery Moss, Clover McGuire, and Malachi McGuire. Following are some words and memories from the heart that keep our remembrance of him alive: Our Dear Michael Wallach Curly hair with a long pony tail in back never quite turning a solid gray A silver streaked fox to his last days He was a socks and sandals guy before that was even a trend he always had a calm, cool temper even until the end He would sing-song the names of his daughters Karen, Kristine, Jillian, Jeannine like puzzle pieces that were meant to fit Hearing his love simply in the way that he sang He had a special hum like the starting of a car when you were in your zone and happy to be right where you are He was a jolly man Whistling and cleaning Always preoccupied or tinkering with something But he wasn't a talkative man Never wanting to be the center of attention Or mixed in with a big crowd He was a card shark That swears he wasn't cheating But somehow he performed magic tricks to the untrained eye Smoke and mirrors An expert salesman Always peddling the next best product…and proudly He always saw the potential In all products that he sold he had that unshakeable, entrepreneurial spirit And he was allergic to the sun With two different shades Red or White Although he was a true American patriot Claiming Red, White and Blue But he was one who still loved the sun For the energy that it brings To make a beautiful garden grow Given the opportunity He would have turned a backyard Into a bountiful garden loving his cukes, peppers, tomatoes, cantaloupe… A wizard in the kitchen Always cooking with love and care Slicing and dicing and then a shiny sanitized glare Egg Foo Young Napa Cabbage Brown Sauce Salt, salt, salt, salt, pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper with a slice of butter on a saltine The faithful captain stayed on the boat until the end carried now peacefully by the waves for the rest of eternity Is there something about Micheal that you can add to the story? Something you know needs to be caught and included into this memorial poem? Please add your details, in whatever form they surface, in the comments below.