Obit – Everett Roscoe Ellars Jr.
Everett Roscoe Ellars Jr. was born to Beulah Mae Carney and Everett Roscoe Ellars (Troy Ellis) on August 25, 1944, in Dayton, Ohio. Later he was joined by four sisters and one brother: Treasa Ellis Clark, Jannett Ellis Heckert, Mary Ellars-Rains, Eleanor (Jeannie) Ellis Todd and Troy Ellis. Of course from the time Treasa was born, Everett kept asking for a brother and when his youngest sister Jeannie was born, dad gave up all hope of having a brother.
Then Grandma Bea became pregnant one more time and this time the baby was the brother that he always wanted. My dad looked at Grandma and looked at his little brother Troy and said to my grandma “now you give me a little brother, he’s too late and I am too old to play with him.” My dad was 18 and his brother was just born.
My Grandpa Troy and family always moved a lot, and moving to Granby was supposed to be the last time they moved, and it was because my Grandpa Troy was killed in his plane on January 31, 1966.
The summer of 1966 my dad met my mother Patricia Lynn. Her parents owned the Frontier Motel in Granby. They dated for some time and were married on June 16, 1967. I was born (Michelle) on April 4, 1968, an only child. My parents moved to Denver and lived there for 21 years before moving to Truth or Consequences, N.M., to help take care of my mom’s parents.
Everett was devoted to his wife and did everything he could to make her happy, even if it meant leaving his family. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that he didn’t miss his family and Colorado. He was proud of his sisters and brother and what they had made of their lives, even though there were many years and miles between them, he was concerned of their welfare, especially of his brother.
My dad had a few close friends and one of them was my Uncle Sam Rains, Mary’s husband. They loved to play guitar, sing songs, talk about music, the 50s and cars. Another one of his best friends was my Uncle John Clark. They were always good companions to one another until we moved to Denver, then jobs and life got in the way. The last six months of my dad’s life they talked on the phone at least once a week. Talking of old times on the ranch, at the saw mill and what was happening in the world. He loved camping, fishing, family reunions and watching British Comedy on Channel 6. He loved waking up early in the morning when it was still cool outside and drinking his first cup of coffee. Everything my dad touched was made beautiful. He loved to garden, landscape and painting in oil, and those qualities extended to his “Good Samaritan” work. He would go into downtown Denver and help the homeless. My mother would send food and coffee with dad and he would share this faith in God with the homeless.
My dad enjoyed George and Eric, his two grandsons as much as he enjoyed my husband Taka, who become the son he never had. Taka is Japanese and my dad always had keen interest in the Orient. When Taka and my dad were together they would eat Japanese snacks, drink a little sake and smoke cigars. I loved listening to my dad trying to learn to speak Japanese. He wanted to visit there, play Pinko machines, tour the temples and drink sake in a local bar. He also wanted to take his wife Pat to Italy and Ireland; in fact he wanted his whole family to go.
Simple pleasures based on family, friends, and God – all these dreams he had to leave behind when he died on April 5, 2010. He was preceded in death by his mother Beulah and his brother-in-law Sam and deceased baby brother Clark Ellars. He will be sadly missed by all of us.
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