| John Jerome
Dobel was born in Kansas City, Kansas on May 12, 1920 to a working class
family of Irish and German heritage. He was the second of five children and
the oldest son. His family and the hardships of the Great Depression taught
him many things that stayed with him the rest of his life--the value of hard
work and a dollar earned, the importance of education, and the personal
support that comes from family and faith. His faith was quiet and steadfast
and always at the core of who he was. He was a man of great personal
strength that was belied by his size. At first, many thought he was stern
but if you looked closely, he always had a twinkle in his eye, a ready laugh
and a wonderful sense of humor. He spent his childhood in Kansas City but
upon entering high school, he had the opportunity to move to California and
live with his Aunt Ann. He lived in North Hollywood during the Golden Age of
Hollywood. He delivered cowboy shirts to Gene Autry from his aunt’s cleaning
shop. Bing Crosby sang in his church’s choir. He went to school with the
sons and daughters of many stars of the day. He loved swimming in the ocean,
picnics and camping on the beach with his friends He learned to play golf
and began his lifelong love of it. He was the editor of his high school
yearbook. He graduated in 1938 and returned to Kansas City.
He was a quiet, considerate and determined man. He set out to obtain the
things he wanted in his life—a career, a wife, a family and a home. When war
broke out, he was in the first draft, but was unable to serve due to medical
reasons. He served on the home front working by day and attending
Engineering School at night.
He met the love of his life, Mary Elizabeth Finn and they were married on
May 8, 1943 and were married for 66 years. While the world remembers 1945 as
the end of the Great War, John and Mary had two other defining events. One
was the birth of their son, John II. Anyone who ever saw him with a baby
knows how much he loved them and he was overjoyed to have his own. The other
was John’s starting work for the General Electric Company as a salesman. In
1947, GE offered John the opportunity to relocate to Denver. So in December
of 1947, the Dobel family arrived in Denver and by 1949, they were living in
Lakewood.
The decade of the 50’s was a very busy one. In his work, he traveled all
over the west and met many people who began as his clients but became fast
friends. They appreciated his integrity in all his business dealings. He
often shared with us his belief that no matter what the circumstance, you
must treat everyone fairly and in a way that they can maintain their dignity
to be successful.
He was a man who believed his home and community were important. They
joined St. Bernadette’s Parish soon after it was established and they were
active in many parish activities including the work to establish the school
in 1953. Young John was one of the first students and Mary was the first
president of the PTA which meant that John got drafted into many activities
like organizing Bingo. He served as President of the Maple Grove Homeowner’s
Association and was active in politics. Susanne arrived in 1956 and Brian in
1957. He also underwent pioneering open heart surgery in 1957. He served as
Chairman of the building drive to build Our Lady of Fatima Catholic Church
and it was completed by the time Lisa arrived in 1960.
The Dobels lived in several homes in Lakewood and moved to their current
home in the Green Mountain Townhouses in 1966. It was a very good move for
them and many of their neighbors became lifelong friends – in fact, family.
Under his term as president of the Homeowner’s association, he worked to
make the management of the town homes independent and under the control of
the homeowners directly. It was a bold idea but very successful and is still
used today. As any child who grew up in the town homes at that time can tell
you, he took his responsibilities seriously and was diligent in policing
children who rode their bikes on the sidewalk in front of his house and
people who walked their dogs irresponsibly. He enjoyed town home living and
many community activities.
For a period of time in the 70’s, he went into business for himself. He
later returned to GE and retired from there in 1980. He then went to work
for Hamilton Associates for 7 years before permanently retiring. Golf was
still his passion and he pursued it regularly in retirement. The highlight
of his golf life was playing the Old Course
at St. Andrews in Scotland.
He treasured his time with family and friends and whether it was a large
holiday celebration or a family dinner, you could usually find him sitting
quietly with a small smile listening to everyone and taking it all in. He
was a great cook and you could find him in the kitchen on many days, nights
or holidays preparing foods with recipes his family treasures today.
In Sept. of 1998 he suffered a stroke that proved to be the end of his
golfing days. But his quiet determination served him well again and he made
remarkable progress in recovering from the stroke. He was able to return to
most activities of life with some difficulty.
After his stroke, he and Mary began "snowbirding" in Arizona each winter
with John II and Karen and he loved it! He looked forward to escaping the
cold that made some tasks more difficult for him.
As a mountain will wear down with time and the elements, so it was with
John. In 2004 he suffered the first of his serious falls which resulted in a
fracture to his stroke-affected right foot. In 2006 he fell and incurred an
even more serious break of that foot. In 2008, he fell and fractured his
right ankle in 3 places. He required surgery and rehabilitation for two
months in a nursing home before he could put weight on the foot. He was
determined to come home and walk and he did but with more difficulty than
ever before. Through all this, Mary was always by his side and his caregiver
in all things.
When he fell last Saturday, his injury proved to be one that he couldn’t
recover from. When he died early Monday morning, his family was at his side.
The family was fortunate that we had an occasion to get everyone together
three weeks ago. We laughed and told stories and loved and enjoyed each
other.
He loved life, his family and his friends. He would not want us to be sad
about his passing but to celebrate his life and remember him smiling with a
twinkle in his eye or rocking a baby to sleep or hitting a terrific shot on
the golf course. Perhaps this poem that his son John found in a box of old
photos expresses it best.
I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is done.;
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
Of happy memories I leave behind when the day is done. |