From: David Locklear, 10 Dec 2003
About 1990, the Greater Houston Grotto received a new member with no
caving experience. His name was Charles Haskett. He was a little out of
shape and in his 40's. He had a pleasant personality and everybody
immediately liked him. After just a few meetings, he became president
and began ram-rodding the club with a burst of enthusiasm that the club
He wanted to get into making cave videos. He made a living at the time
doing legal video depositions and was self-employed. He was also very
much into computer-generated music which was sort of new back in the
early 90's. He planned to use it in his cave videos. I believe he had a
law degree, but never used it, or decided being a lawyer wasn't his
I do not remember going caving with Charles, but we were the best of
friends. I believe he made several trips to he Guads.
In 1994, Charles attended the NSS Convention in Texas. He made several
wooden plaques of the NSS Convention Artwork on his scroll saw and sold
them at the convention.
He also was the major contributor to a map display that I attempted to
set up at the convention. Charles took his pet iguana to the
convention, and it disappeared from its cage. This caused him to miss
our histo caving trip to Emerald Sink, as he spent 2 days walking
around trying to find the green critter in a field of green grass.
A few months later, I was helping a caver friend build a treehouse in
their backyard for their son. Charles eventually took over the project,
and apparently suffered a stroke and fell out of it. He was in a coma
for 3 weeks. He had a large bump on his head from the fall and doctors
were not sure if he got that before the fall or during the fall. Many
Houston cavers were at his bedside day after day hoping for a recovery.
He had a beautiful funeral with live music performed by nieces and
nephews. His eulogy by caver Wayne Bockleman was quite emotional.
I don't believe Charlie ever married or had kids. I don't even think he
had a girlfriend. At the time of his death, his passion was for caving.
His elderly parents soon left Houston to retire on their orchard near
Tyler, Texas. They sold me Charlies old van, which I gave to my
grandfather. He in turn totaled it on a deer hunting trip. It rusted
away in my parents pasture for years, before they sold it for scrap
All I have left of Charlie is a small photo of him rappelling into
Hidden Cave in the Guads, and a few friends that remember him the way I
Bob Booth photos of Charles Haskett.