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Helene A. Marsh, 96
Helene A. Marsh died in Denver on Dec. 7, 2004. She is survived by her children, Abigail Marsh, Lewis (Barbara) Marsh, Stephen (Dee) Marsh, and seven grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband, the Reverend M. Lewis Marsh Jr. Rev. Marsh came to Church of the Transfiguration in Evergreen in 1941. He and Helene were married in 1946. The Marshes left Evergreen in 1964 when Rev. Marsh was appointed the Episcopal Archdeacon of Colorado.
A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. Thursday, Dec. 16, at Saint Johns Cathedral, 1313 Clarkson St. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Episcopal Diocese Center of Colorado, attention Janet Toso, 1300 Washington St., Denver, CO 80203; or Christ Centered Ministries, 740 Clarkson St., Denver, CO 80218.
Harriett Arlene Enloe
Harriett Arlene Enloe, of Evergreen, died Dec. 10, in Evergreen. Harriett was married to Virgil Carl Enloe on June 30, 1947, in Chestnut, Ill. She died in 1993. She was a graduate of Beason High School, in Beason, Ill. In addition to many years as a farmwife, Harriett was a mental health aide for the State of Illinois Mental Health Department. She was a member of the Athens Christian Church, and was active in many church groups prior to moving to Colorado in 1995.
Survivors include three sons, Darrell, of Foley, Ala.; Wade, of Corsicana, Texas, and Warren, of Rice, Texas; a daughter, Audrey Gooch, of Evergreen; three sisters, Irma Jean Buckles, of Mt. Pulaski, Ill., Judy Decker, and Wilma Bahn, both of East Peoria, Ill.; six grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband, and by a daughter, Arlene Kay Earl, who died in 1999.
Visitation will be from 4 to 7 p.m., at Mott and Hennings Funeral Home, with funeral at Athens Christian Church, Saturday, Dec. 18 at 10:30 a.m. Burial will be in Oakland cemetery. In lieu of flowers, please send contributions to Harriett Enloe Memorial Fund at Athens Christian Church, P.O. Box 260, Athens, Ill.
Marjorie H. Hickox
Marjorie H. Hickox, 85, died Saturday, Dec. 18, 2004, after a short bout of pneumonia. She had been at the Life Care Center of Evergreen for the past 9 years.
Born Oct. 1, 1919, in Padroni, to Chesley M. Harris and the former Jessie Bowles. She graduated as valedictorian of her high school class in 1937 and graduated from Colorado State Teachers College (now the University of Northern Colorado) in 1941. After two years as a high school teacher, she became a secretary and worked at Headquarters Second Air Force in Colorado Springs during the remainder of World War II.
As a civil service secretary, Marjorie took a one-year assignment to Korea, where she met her future husband, Dan W. Hickox. They were married in Sterling, on Dec. 27, 1948. A major and later lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Air Force, Dans military career would take them to Selma, Ala., Shreveport, La.; Bellevue, Neb.; Tokyo, Japan; and Hickam Air Force Base, before settling in Evergreen in 1959.
Active in the Church of the Hills, Marjorie served as a ruling elder and deacon, and held numerous offices in the Womens Association. She was also a member of the PEO Sisterhood and DAR. In addition, she avidly played bridge and worked in various real estate offices in the Evergreen area.
Marjorie is survived by her son, retired Lt. Col. Dan W. Hickox Jr. (U.S. Air Force) and wife Linda, two granddaughters, stepdaughter Priscilla and husband Mack, stepson Tom, three step-granddaughters, four step-great-grandchildren, and her brother, Chesley M. Harris Jr. and wife Thelma. Her husband and her sister, Virginia, preceded her in death. She will be buried with her husband in Arlington National Cemetery on Jan. 11, 2005, and a memorial service is scheduled at the Church of the Hills for May 7, 2005, to enable friends and family to celebrate her life.
Doris (Malick) McGowan, 72
Former Evergreen resident Doris McGowan of Lakewood, died Wednesday, Aug. 11, following an extended illness.
Doris was born May 20, 1932 in Haverstraw, N.Y. to Arthur and Mary Teresa Donato Netick. After finishing school, Doris worked at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, then transferred to Lowry Air Base. When the Air Force Academy moved to Colorado Springs, she transferred again.
Doris later moved to Evergreen where she worked for the Colorado Philharmonic as business manager for many years. She then worked in the public relations department of Adolph Coors Co. In 1979, she met her husband, Joe McGowan, then Denver bureau chief for the Associated Press, and they soon were married. They both retired in 1997 to a life of each other and travel.
In addition to her husband, survivors include three daughters, Nancy and Diane Malick, both of Denver, and Laura Malick Smith of Midlothian, Texas; two stepchildren, Joe Howard McGowan of California and Colleen McGowan Bolton of Aurora; and a sister, Rose Brophy of Stony Point, N.Y.
Memorial services were held at Goldens Calvary Episcopal Church on Aug. 14.
Anita E. Marshall-Wright, 82
Former Evergreen resident, Anita E. Marshall-Wright died May 29, 2005, in Fayetteville, N.C. A funeral service and burial will be held at 1 p.m. Saturday, June 4, at Evergreen Memorial Park.
She was born April 23, 1923, in Amarillo, Texas. She lived in Evergreen from 1947 to 1975, before moving to Fayetteville and worked 15 years in cooking and maintenance at Evergreen High School. She married Charles Wright in 1975. He died April 9, 2005. Sewing and cooking were her hobbies.
She is survived by a son Bobby (Sherrine) Marshall of Morrison and son-in-law Joe Byers; seven grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. Her first husband, Robert, and a daughter Rita Byers preceded her in death.
Memorials may be sent to the American Heart Association, 1280 S. Parker Road, Denver, CO 80231.
Kyle James Kemp, 76
A longtime Indian Hills resident, Kyle James Kemp, died May 23, 2005, at Saint Anthony Central Hospital.
Kyle was born March 29, 1929, in Hampton, Tenn. He served in the U.S. Army in Japan during the Korean Conflict. He was a manufacturing engineer for the former Martin Marietta, now Lockheed Martin. He was a member of the Saddle Club, and worked with Boy Scouts and 4-H Clubs. He loved to travel.
On Dec. 26, 1950, he married Sara Anne Huffine in Elizabethton, Tenn. He was an active member of First Baptist Church in Evergreen.
Survivors include his wife; daughter Roberta Ann Flowers of St. Petersburg, Fla.; sons Timothy Alan Kemp of Indian Hills and James Stephen Kemp of Parker; brothers Fred and Kale Kemp and a sister, Sally Guy, all of Maryland and a sister, Fanny Bowers, of Elizabethton, Tenn. There are nine grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday, May 28, at First Baptist Church of Evergreen, 29823 Troutdale Scenic Drive. Memorials may be sent in his memory to First Baptist Church or the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, 777 Grant St., Suite 302, Denver, CO 80203.
Teresa Grace Stephens, 62
Teresa Stephens of Morrison and Brackettville, Texas, died May 11, 2005.
She was born in Wichita, Kan., Nov. 29, 1942.
Teresa was a devoted and loving wife to Roger Duane Stephens. The couple was married Oct. 15, 1960. She was the loving mother of three and grandmother of five.
Teresa owned the Dari Treat restaurant in Morrison from 1983 to 1990. She also was the owner of Teresa's Morrison Holiday Bar in Morrison for the last 25 years. She was a Morrison resident for 30 years. The couple also lived in Fort Clark Springs in Brackettville, Texas, where they bought a house, spent winters, relaxed and played golf. She also enjoyed her summers in Granby, spending time with friends and playing more golf.
Teresa is preceded in death by her daughter Terri Lyn Stephens who died in 1980. She is survived by her husband; her daughter and son-in-law, Kim and Steve Bianchi of Morrison; and a son and daughter-in-law Kevin and Brenda Stephens of Lake Jackson, Texas. She is also survived by her grandchildren, Ronnie, Carly and Casey Bianchi and Bryan-Allen and Kyle Stephens; mother and stepfather Millie and Bill Davis of Wichita; sister Bobbie Sue Ballard of Wichita; and brothers Scott Troy of Tulsa, Okla., and Jimmy Williams of Colorado. She also is survived by numerous nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be held at Red Rocks Chapel, 905 Bear Creek in Morrison at 2 p.m. June 2.
Rev. Cline Z. Barkey, 94
At the age of 94, Rev. Cline Barkey died on Saturday, Feb. 4, 2006, at Elms Haven Care Center in Thornton, Colo.
He was born on a farm near Cortland, Neb. owned by his parents, Frank and Belle Barkey. The family later farmed south of Haxtun, Colo., where Cline graduated from high school.
He pursued studies at Colorado A & M College for awhile before transferring to Moody Bible Institute in Chicago, Ill. There he met Ruth King. They married following his graduation.
Sensing the call from the Lord to the ministry, they moved to Los Angeles, Calif., where Cline studied at the Los Angeles Baptist Theological Seminary. While serving a church in Illinois, he completed work for his B.A. at Greenville College.
Pastor Barkey ministered in churches in Colorado, Nebraska, Minnesota, South Dakota and North Dakota before retiring in Fresno, Calif.
After his wife Ruth died, Cline continued to preach when called upon and also served as a chaplain at St. Agnes Hospital. Later he marrieda Dorothy Sackett who, after 15 years of marriage, also passed away.
For the past four years Cline lived with a son, Dick, in Lakewood, Colo.
Cline is survived by two sisters: Orpha Peterson of Haxtun, Colo., and Marian Christensen of Lompoc, Calif.; four sons, Pastor Dave Barkey of Idaho Springs, Dick Barkey of Lakewood, Stan Barkey of Cupertino, Calif., and Chaplain Major (Ret.) Paul Barkey of Manhattan, Kansas; 12 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren and 18 nieces and nephews.
Burial took place in Fresno, Calif. A memorial celebration service will be held Feb. 25 at Shepherd of the Hills Presbyterian Church, 20th and Simms in Lakewood. Rev. Pat Jordan will conduct the service.
Murray Blumenthal
By the front door, Alicia Blumenthal keeps a wondrous photo of Murray, her husband for more than 50 years, standing in front of their Georgetown home. With his arms spread expansively wide, he gives the impression he could bear-hug the world.
From the time he was a kid growing up in a salt-of-the-earth family — his father was an ironworker who helped construct the United Nations building — his precociousness stirred within him a passion for knowledge, but more so for people.
After serving in Europe in World War II, Murray dedicated himself to promoting human justice through political activism and as a professor of law. Wending his way West, Murray settled in Georgetown, where his indomitable spirit and infectious smile made him, over a span of three decades, an icon within the community, where a trek to the post office oftentimes became a minor adventure for townspeople due to the potential of their being mentally accosted by Murray.
Murray died on April 13, 2006, but not before leaving footprints distinct and true and leaving this place, as each of us should, a far better place than he found it.
Entering combat in January 1945, Murray was among the first to witness the horror that awaited the Allies as they moved through a defeated Nazi Germany. Doing “sweeps” through the towns and cities, going door to door, and coming upon the ghastly sights of the concentration camps, Murray saw firsthand man’s capacity for evil. During that tour, he survived a rollover accident in an Army Jeep. The lingering back pain from it would serve as a constant reminder of his experiences for the remainder of his life.
Murray had his way with people that showed most vividly in the causes for which he fought. Long before the civil rights movement exploded onto the national consciousness, Murray was in the forefront, participating in a 1948 sit-in at a segregated restaurant in Dallas. “He said it was the moment of his life he was most frightened,” recalls Alicia, and that was after his tour of duty in WWII.
“The Warlords,” fellow World War II vets in Las Cruces, N.M., included old friends Chuck Miles and Felix Pfaeffel, a former Wehrmacht soldier who, at 16 years old, deserted the German army. A short time ago, Murray had learned of the incredible story of courageous German citizens who risked their lives to bring food and water to prisoners on railroad cars when the SS attempted to empty the concentration camps. Murray wrote to them, and they in turn wrote back, each acknowledging and honoring the valor of the other.
Malcolm Schaefer remembers him as a “Renaissance Man,” an “ent,” the mythological wise trees of J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings” that swayed steadily even in the fiercest gales.
Throughout his life, Murray made music both figuratively and literally. At the Juilliard School of Music in New York City, Murray became an accomplished trombonist, even playing guest trombone with Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops on a tour through Denver in the early 1970s — “one of his proudest moments,” recalls his son Tom Blumenthal.
Prior to moving to Colorado in the late 1960s, the Blumenthals lived in Connecticut, where they got their first immersion into historical preservation. It was in Historic Wethersfield, in 1633 the first Connecticut settlement, that he developed his philosophy of preservation. “A town is more than the buildings,” says Alicia, citing Murray’s philosophy. “There is richness to it because of the people. Murray believed that historic preservation is at its best when it enhances the quality of the town along with its people.”
Murray understood that a town evolves, that it cannot be a single snapshot of one time. That perspective found Murray not always in agreement with others as Georgetown sought to reclaim its historical roots, but in the end Alicia says he and his old sparring partner, Ron Neely, made their peace, having gone for coffee shortly before their deaths, which were separated by only a few months.
Tom says, “He was of the scholarly Jewish tradition,” and that showed with his immense library of books, magazines and other assorted literature.
Dustin Schaefer tells how he was astounded by the copious amount of literature Murray had stored in his attic, as if he never threw away a single copy. “And he read them all!” he says in amazement.
Murray’s degree in psychology and career as a professor of law at the University of Denver Law School gave Murray ample basis to explore the mysteries of humanity — why we do what we do. He had a keen mind for the law, once saying, “Getting a hold of the law was like getting a hold of the ears of a wolf.” Yet, for 30 years he trained a generation of lawyers teaching how they might get a hold of the wolf’s ears.
Tom recalls Judge Foster, realizing that Murray was his father, telling him, “Murray Blumenthal taught a couple generations of lawyers to get along.” That was classic Murray: Disagree all you want, but never lose sight of the humanity of each other.
Tom remembers his dad always talking about human motivation. He was a young guy during the 1960s when the war protests and race riots were at their zenith. Tom looked to his father, his mentor, to try to make sense of it. By the time Sen. Eugene McCarthy made his run for the presidency in 1968, Tom was hooked. He was following in his dad’s footsteps.
An art aficionado, Alicia recalls Murray exclaiming after she opened her gallery in Denver, “Oh my God, you’re going to be successful!” Over the decades, they rubbed elbows with legendary people locally and across the American scene: Georgia O’Keeffe and Frank Lloyd Wright; Bill Mauldin and Pat Oliphant; Polly Chandler, Bill Geiger and Ernie Baker. Perhaps, the most honored and treasured personage he met was Dr. Martin Luther King in Chicago.
Murray was a gentle soul but one with whom you were in trouble if you tried to “gentle” him. Sarah Kaminski says, “He always made you feel like you were the most important person. No matter how bad of a day you had, he made you just feel good.” She laughs about how he would each day take on a new chore: teaching their bird a new song. She also tells of his propensity for driving not just slowly, but at a snail’s pace, and how in frustration she blew by him one time, assuming he was some slowpoke tourist from New Mexico. Moments later, up pulls her smiling neighbor Murray with a knowing gleam in his eye.
In the end, Murray simply accepted reality, the inevitability of his own demise. A simple fall was taking its toll. He understood his time had come, and it was time to move on so to make room for another. There would be no fussing, crying or regrets — or reminiscing. His eye for the beautiful remained clear, as his nurses can attest. His comrades, the Warlords, regaled him, and at the final gathering, the El Paso Brass Quintet honored his life, the man and his passion.
I commented to Alicia that she and Murray had seen and been through a lot. For a second she thought, then said with a smile, “It was a good run — we didn’t miss much.” Indeed. We should all be so fortunate.
Lynn Donald Burke, 61
Lynn Donald Burke, 61, died Jan. 5, 2007 in Evergreen. He worked as a waiter and bartender for 21 years at the Alpine Inn in Georgetown.
Mr. Burke was born in June 7, 1945 in Detroit, Mich. to John D. and Virginia Burke. He graduated college from the Northern Michigan University with a BA in history and political science. Before settling in Clear Creek County, Burke lived in Dearborn Heights, Mich. for 25 years.
Burke enjoyed stamp and coin collecting and was an avid reader of history books.
He is survived by his brother, John Burke; sister-in-law. Kathryn Burke; nephew, Matthew Burke; and niece, Kelley Thele.
Franke A. DeVillo,, 53
Franke A. DeVillo, 53 years too young, of Silver Plume, Colorado (or as he would say, “Colorada”) passed away February 23, 2007. He was a wonderful, caring person, gifted poet, musician and writer. He also was a talented carpenter and creative woodworker. Franke loved the beauty of the mountains and loved living in Colorado. He also enjoyed the ocean and the desert. He had been a medic in the service and still liked helping others. He once tried to save the life of a person whose car went over the cliff in Virginia Canyon. He was seen all over Clear Creek County at Kermitt’s, Band Creek and the Plume Saloon, and different benefits such as “Woodstick” with his band “Keyed Angel.” He had many friends in Clear Creek County and around the country, even in Germany. He was loved and will be greatly missed.
Come celebrate his life at Gold Dust in Empire, Colo. April 21 at 1 p.m.
Joy Fay Klein
Oct. 11, 1928 – May 27, 2012
Joy Fay “Jody” Klein was born to Harlan and Inez Harmon on Oct. 11, 1928, in Williamson, W.Va., and passed away at her home on May 27 in Krum, Texas.
