FARMINGTON

Cecil Wayne Kreidler

Aug. 9, 1943 - March 4, 2008

Cecil Wayne Kreidler, 64, of Farmington passed away Tuesday, March 4, 2008, at his home surrounded by his family. Cecil was born Aug. 9, 1943, in Seymour, Texas, the son of Charles Monroe Kreidler II and Wanda (Lou) Little Kreidler.

He graduated from high school in Electra, Texas, and later moved to New Mexico in 1955. Cecil married the love of his life and sweetheart, Shari Johns, in 1959 in Seymour. He was employed as a journeyman electrician and was a member of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, LU No. 611 for 48 years. Among Cecil's hobbies were golf, baseball and house boating on Navajo Lake. Cecil will be deeply missed by all his family and friends.

Cecil is survived by his wife, Shari Kreidler of Farmington; sons, Dave Kreidler and wife, Elaine, and Trick Kreidler and wife, Debra; mother, Wanda Lou Little Kreidler; brothers, Charles Monroe Kreidler III and James Edmund Kreidler and wife, Sara; seven grandchildren; and one great-grandchild. Cecil is also survived by his mother-in-law, Fay Jack; two brothers-in-law, Wayne Johns and wife, Paula.

He was preceded in death by his father, Charles Monroe Kreidler II; and a brother, William Richard Kreidler.

A celebration of Cecil's life was held Saturday, March 8, at Brewer, Lee and Larkin Funeral Home, 103 E. Ute St. in Farmington, with burial at Greenlawn Cemetery.

Pallbearers were Trenton Kreidler, Robert Lopez, Chad Roper, A.J. Roper, Scott Freidline, Dean Freidline, Stewart Blake, Derreck Roper, Jared Blake and Koleman Blake.

Memorial contributions may be made to Basin Home Hospice, 200 N. Orchard Ave., Farmington, NM 87401.

FHS1961 Web Site attracts viewers from "across the pond."  Webmaster received an email from Phil pointing out an incorrect title and artist on the Jukebox.  I responded and thanked him for helping us keep the songs accurate; he just came back:

"Hi Tommie

I'm glad you took my comment in the spirit it was intended. I love the music of this era very deeply so naturally I like to see it listed correctly. I'm not trying to be a smart a.. but as I've spotted a few errors I'll e-mail them through to you 'in the fullness of time'.

I have no connection with Farmington, in fact I'd never heard of it until I stumbled upon the site, but that's not surprising as I don't even live in the good old USA. I'm from London, England though now I've retired down to Wales (I wonder if you know where that is and that it's its own country, not a part of England).

U.S. music from the rock 'n' roll era up to the start of the British Invasion has always been very popular in the UK and remains so to this day. I was pleased to see a few selections on your jukebox that I didn't know such as 'Tell Him No' by Bob & Travis and The Crest's version of 'The Way You Look Tonight.' I'm enjoying listening to those and other tracks from the jukebox right now and will get back to you with some corrections so long as you don't mind. Maybe some day I'll make some requests for additions to the jukebox but I don't want to presume to do that just yet.

Bye for now, Phil"

Coach Royce Henry

Sent: Wednesday, April 02, 2008 9:33 PM
From:  Maridell Henry (Coach Royce Henry's wife)

Dear Friends of Royce, I just wanted to let you know that Royce suffered a massive stroke on Thursday of last week.  He is in Seton Main Hospital in Austin.  He is in ICU right now, but will be transferred tomorrow to a room.  The prognosis is guarded and it doesn't look good.  Half his brain has been damaged and they say he will never speak again or understand the spoken word, but I think he still can understand what we're saying to him.  He responds to us sometimes.  He is in very bad condition and they say it will take two or three weeks for the swelling to go down in his brain.  They cannot say how much improvement, if any, there will be until then.  He has oxygen, a feeding tube, etc.  Love you, Maridell

Hello, My name is LeAnn Holloway. I am the daughter of Coach Royce Henry. I have a very sad update to my Mother's last e-mail to you. Dad passed away on Sunday, April 13th (2008). His funeral was on April 16th in Kingsland, Texas. He was then given a military ceremony and laid to rest in San Saba, Texas.

He was a wonderful man who will be remembered with love and fond memories by many.

You may contact the FHS1961 Webmaster to receive my mother's phone number and/or email address.

Thank you to all who have already called and sent messages. They are very comforting at this difficult time. 

Royce Allen Henry  
KINGSLAND, TEXAS — March 16, 1930 - April 13, 2008

Royce Allen Henry, 78, of Kingsland, Texas, passed away Sunday, April 13, 2008. He was born to Sol and Zada Pearl (Reid) Henry on March 16, 1930, in Pernell, Okla.

Mr. Henry proudly served his country in the United States Army, and married Maridell Lambert on Oct. 21, 1960, in Farmington, New Mexico. He was a teacher and coach during his career. He taught in Farmington, in San Mateo, Calif., and in Austin, Texas. He loved to fly, travel, and ride bikes. He rode his bike 10 miles a day and knew every animal along the way. He would take snacks for all the animals and feed them during his ride.

He is survived by his wife of 47 years, Maridell Henry, of Kingsland; daughters, LeAnn Holloway and husband, Barah, of Tracy, Calif., Jan Brazell and husband, Delton, of Fort Worth, Texas, and Tana Gray and husband, Murray, of Granbury, Texas; grandchildren, Brandon Holloway of Tracy, Yvette Marcum and husband, Larry, of Aztec, N.M., Britney Fox and fiance, Don Nodal, of Fort Worth, Jada Brazell of Austin, Cody Truesdale of Grand Junction, Colo., Shana Gray of Austin, Texas, and Casi Daugherty and husband, Wes, of Kyle, Texas; seven great-grandchildren, brothers, Forrest Henry and wife, Pat, of Lovington, N.M., and Wendell Henry of Corpus Christi, Texas; and sister-in-law, Jo Ann Henry of Lovington.

He is preceded in death by his mother and father, brother, Jimmy Henry, and daughter, Joylyn Tillotson.

Visitation was held 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday, April 15. Funeral services were held at 10 a.m. Wednesday, April 16, at the Putnam Funeral Home Chapel. Interment was at Richland Springs Cemetery in Richland Springs, Texas.

Greetings Sun Belt Correspondents:
February 5, 2008

Remember when the kid used to come to your door with a snow shovel and ask if he could shovel your drive for a few bucks?  Awhile back he was at my door asking to shovel my roof.  I chuckled and sent him on his way.  I have recently called him back, along with two of his friends and a pack mule.  Moral of the story: in Pagosa, when one asks if he can shovel your roof, he means the roof.  (Giving myself credit for a bit of judgment, at the time the question was originally
posed, snow depth on my roof had not yet quite reached 3 feet; it is now 4 feet.  It seemed like a sound economic decision at under 3 feet.  But at over 4 feet--  well, YOU be the judge.)

The High Country continues to educate and humble me with lessons of sheer strength and beauty.  These past couple of storms have been awesome, both in their ability to soften the mountains while bringing modern technology to an absolute standstill.  During the 48-hour period of this past Sun-Mon, Wolf Creek Pass received 62" of snow.  Not quite that much down here in Pagosa Springs; nevertheless, enough to make me call the kid with the shovel back.  :)

It seems that I picked the harshest winter of the past 30 years to make my home in Pagosa Springs.  And although there have been a couple of times I've wondered what ever possessed me to leave the mild south land, I only have to pause for a couple of minutes of reflection while skiing one of the many nearby trails to know why.  At those times I am reminded of what a wise friend of mine once said: "All this and heaven too!"

Love to all, Rog

Dear Ones,
May 2, 2008

It has been quite some time since my last written correspondence (that having taken place during what shall hereinafter be referred to as the "WINTER Letters of 07-08"), so I thought I would dash off a quick spring line from the high
country and let you know that I made it through my first winter in Pagosa and I am no worse for the wear...  I did learn some valuable lessons to carry forward into the next snow season.  More on those lessons later...

In the mean time, the whole face of this gorgeous country has changed in the past couple of weeks, and so has the necessary hardware.  I have traded in my snow blower (only one small pile remains in my front yard) and cross country
skis for the tools of river running.  Yes, Ole Rog is becoming a white waterguy.  (The degree of success of this transition from snow bunny to river rat remains to be seen.)  I am doing a brief day-run on the Rio Grande with some of
my mentors and associates later today, and the middle of the month I will do a one week trip down the Green River in Utah.  All of the snow that we had this past winter throughout the southwest has translated into beaucoup water (!!!)
and I am told by the old timers that the rivers are higher and faster than in many years.  Which is all very exciting for this ole man, but a bit scary too.

Son Damon will be managing El Rancho Pinoso, a spectacular resort ranch a half hour from Pagosa in the high-high country, from June 1st thru the end of September.  The Blanco River that winds its way thru El Rancho offers some of
the finest fly fishing in the world, and, needless, to say, Dad will be dropping by (or up, really) to offer sage managerial and fishing advice.  Tough job, but somebody's gotta' do it.  The idea of him alone up there for the entire summer is simply too much for a loving father to deal with.

Love to all.  Come sit a spell... Rog

P.S.  Since my last e-mail some of you have requested photos.  Which leads me to believe there is a certain amount of skepticism among you regarding the credibility of claims by the old man to have become a river runner.  I am
deeply hurt.  Nevertheless, I am attaching snaps taken during the calmer portion(s) of a recent float (a very misleading term) down the Rio Grande.  If these photos seem a bit tame to most of you, I might inform you of the
inadvisability of grabbing for a camera during untame moments.  Captions are under the pictures for those of you that might not get the drift, no pun intended.

As a brief aside, because I know some of you are bound to be asking right now, YES, I did go in the water.  Once.  Since the water temp was 34 degrees F, that's all it took to thoroughly demonstrate the "exiting kayak under emergency conditions" maneuver to the rest of my party.

Underway.
Trust me, the water is moving.		 Suiting up.
Yes, I was able to get the d... thing buckled		 Taking a break.
Yes, that is snow on the opposite shore.

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