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Roger Dean Hickenbottom

16 Apr 1934 – 8 Jul 2014

Birth16 Apr 1934
Death8 Jul 2014
CemeteryFort Logan National Cemetery
Denver , City and County of Denver , Colorado , USA
Added byEllis & Lynn on 10 Jul 2014
FaGhttps://www.findagrave.com/memorial/132539745

Bio

On a warm, summer night like this, I remember stories of a childhood--of a little boy that grew up in the Sand hills of Nebraska. That boys name was Roger Hickenbottom and he was my Father. He was born on the 16th day of April, 1934, in Callaway. Dad grew up in a crowded house that he called "the river place". The house was crowded because he was one of nine children! The years there went by in a flash and, in 1956, dad was proud to join the United States Air Force. He was stationed in Knob Noster, MO. When dad's service had ended, he relocated to Sterling, CO to be near his brother Alvin and his family. Dad worked every job he could, but, finally landed in the service department of a place called The Bluebird Cafe. The Bluebird was a stop for locals and tourists to get a bite, gas up the car and be on their way. The Bluebird also became the backdrop for many stories of how my father came into his own. My mother, Donna, became a major player in those stories! Mom and dad married in 1962 and they had two daughter; my sister, Mona, and me, my name is Lisa. Mom and Dad moved us to Denver around 1969. He then starting fixing televisions for The House of CM. Dad was always mechanically inclined and that ultimately got him a job at Dowell. Dowell was the oil field division of Dow Chemical. Dad worked there for many years. He traveled a lot and came home with stories of all the places he'd been. In 1999, we lost my sister, Mona. I never had any children and I can't comprehend the unimaginable pain of losing a child. Dad, having retired from Dowell and just couldn't relax. It's not his style. He then went to work on E470 as a courtesy patrol driver. More stories of crazy drivers, people needing help and terrible accidents. The accidents took their toll and dad had to quit. That takes us to 2009, when we lost our compass. My mother died that year. Losing her was quite a blow to dad, but, he tried to continue on without her as long as he could. Dad took his last breath on July 8th. It was a warm summer night. He was at home. He was at peace. I'm sure he'll have more stories for me when we meet again. A Memorial Service will be held on Saturday, July 12, 2014 at 11:00am at Tabor-Rice Funeral Home in Brighton. Tabor-Rice Funeral Home is handling the arrangements.

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