Oliver Nicholas Eichelmann, Jr.

Oliver Nicholas Eichelmann, Jr., age 89, of Little Rock, passed away on May 20, 2024. He was born January 16, 1935, in Little Rock, Arkansas to Oliver Nicholas Eichelmann, Sr. and Frances Pauline Martin.

Oliver is preceded in death by his parents; Oliver, Sr. and Frances Eichelmann

Survived by wife, Carol Ann Eichelmann; children Ardee, Barbara, Nick; grandsons Hunter and Houston and great-grandson Finley.

Oliver was a lifelong member of Our Lady of Holy Souls Church and a 1955 Graduate of Catholic High School for Boys.  He married his high school sweetheart, Carol Ann.  He and Carol Ann enjoyed square dancing and spent many hours scouring estate sales to stock the shelves at their flea market in Beebe.

Saying Oliver was an avid outdoorsman is an understatement. His greatest pleasure came from spending time at his cabin on the White River, first with his daddy, then his son and eventually his grandsons.  He would take his girls water-skiing and even got them to do a little hunting and fishing.  He was the undisputed “leader” of the pack and head cook for both the cabin and deer camp in Monticello. 

You never knew what was going to happen when his bunch got together – like the time he decided to take a nap, telling a young Nick not to touch the giant crawdad they had caught.  Of course, no sooner than Oliver had fallen asleep he heard a scream, sat straight up in bed, knocking his head on the over-head bunk and then discovered Nick had, in fact, touched the crawdad and it was firmly clamped on his finger.  Or when he let his grandsons, Hunter and Houston, practice skinning fish on the bait minnows.  He mercilessly teased his grandsons for wearing face paint while duck hunting so one morning before heading out, Hunter put on his face paint and proceeded to hug and kiss and love on his Pawpaw, rubbing his paint all over Pawpaw’s face!  

Cast iron skillets were their alarm clocks.  Pawpaw always cooked breakfast before heading out to hunt.  One morning, after hearing the skillets clanging around, Nick and Ryan (his surrogate grandson), got up to eat and Pawpaw announced, “alright, let’s get ready to hunt”.  Nick replied “Pawpaw it’s 2 o’clock in the morning.”  Back to bed they went only to be woken up again at 4:30 with banging skillets.  They ate 2 breakfasts that morning just because Pawpaw made it for them.  

Oliver leaves behind a whole crew of fellow fishermen, duck hunters and deer hunters who will miss him dearly, but the stories they will share will keep his memory alive!

Even though there is no funeral or memorial service, it does not mean Oliver is not constantly in our hearts and minds.  He was such a kind person sharing his smile with all he came across in hopes of making even a stranger’s day better.

His kindness was shared with animals, too.  Almost all of their dogs were rescued – they took in many that needed love and a home.  In order to help other animals in need memorials may be made Little Rock Animal Village

https://www.friendsoftheanimalvillage.org/in-honor-in-memory-of-donation