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, 84, of Longmont died September 1, 2007 at his home.

Bud was born Jan. 26, 1923, in Rochester, N.Y., to Michael and Isabel (McMullen) Walsh.

He served in the U.S. Army Air Corps from 1942 to 1945 as a pilot flying B-17 Bombers to Europe from the U.S.

Bud married Marjorie Anne Springer on May 1, 1948, in Rochester.

Bud worked as a plastics engineer for Bausch & Lomb from 1950 to 1959 in Rochester and then for IBM from 1959 to 1986. He moved to Longmont in 1972 from Shelburne, Vt.

He was a member of the Longmont Moose Lodge #1548, Longmont Old Timers Rodeo Association and American Quarter Horse Association.

Bud was a regular customer at Daylight Donuts in Longmont. He was an avid horseman who loved his horses Sadie and Babe. He had a passionate interest in cowboy collectibles, and also had a key collection. He was interested in vintage airplanes, and attended many shows. He wrote poetry and was a Denver Broncos fan. He was known to be a bit frugal in his life.

He was preceded in death by his wife Marjorie in December, 2004, and three brothers, John P., Lawrence and Robert Walsh.

Bud is survived by his son, Ralph C. Walsh Jr. and his wife Jodi of Berthoud, Colo.; two daughters, Patrice Walsh of Johnstown, Colo., and Anne Marie Walsh of Boulder, Colo.; his sister, Sister Concepta Walsh of Rochester, N.Y.; two grandchildren, Thomas and Angela Walsh, and numerous nieces and nephews.

A memorial mass was held Sept. 6 at St. John the Baptist Catholic Church. Cremation took place. A private inurnment was held at Longmont Mountain View Cemetery.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Longmont Old Timers Rodeo Association or to HospiceCare of Boulder and Broomfield Counties and sent to Ahlberg Funeral Chapel.

, age 90, of Windsor, Colo., died Sept. 15, 2007, at the Hospice Unit at North Colorado Medical Center in Greeley, Colo.

She was born on March 22, 1917, in Sterling, Colo., to Carl and Mary (Zulauf) Leffler, German immigrants from Russia. At a young age, she moved with her family to Windsor, where, along with her brothers and sisters, she worked in the beet fields in the Windsor Eaton areas. She attended school in Windsor until age 15, when she had to quit to help support the family after her father died.

Frieda went to work for Dr. Gormley and cooked for him and the patients at Windsor Hospital until she married August “Gus” Schneider on Feb. 14, 1937. She became a good cook and always had food for visitors.

She and Gus farmed in the Windsor area until they retired and moved into town in 1987. Gus died in 2001.

Frieda and Gus were charter members of Bethel Lutheran Church in Windsor.

Frieda is survived by her son, Jerry Schneider and wife Karlene; daughter Jo Ann Starck and husband Edward; grandchildren Renae Kamerzell and husband Mike, Jerrod Schneider and wife Jolene, Daniella Channel, Amanda Hahn and husband Steve, and Melanie Starck; six great grandchildren, Darrin, Loren, Aric, Samantha, Ethan and Megan, all of Windsor. She is also survived by sisters-in-law Mollie Adler of Fort Collins, and Helen Konrade of Loveland; as well as numerous nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by a son, James Eugene Schneider; husband August Schneider; parents, Carl and Mary Leffler; sister Mary Zulauf; brothers, Jake and Victor Leffler; and sisters Millie Funk and Hilda Wunsch.

Services were held on Sept. 19, 2007, in Windsor. Interment took place in Lakeview Cemetery in Windsor.

Memorial contributions may be sent to Bethel Lutheran Church and/or Hospice and Palliative Care of Northern Colorado in care of Adamson Funeral and Cremation Services, 2000 47th Ave., Greeley, Colo., 80634.

of Longmont, Colo., died Sept. 11, 2007, at Longmont United Hospital. He was 70.

He was born on June 12, 1937, in Longmont to Frans F. and Margaret (Beauprez) Ayres. He graduated from Mead High School in 1955, and then served two years in the United States Army. He was of the Catholic Faith.

Dick married Ruth C. Staley on May 30, 1968, in Niwot, Colo.

Dick and Ruth started Blue Cloud Farms in 1968, where he was a riding instructor, horse trainer, and showman. Dick taught therapeutic riding at CSU for several years.

He enjoyed walking and hiking with his dog, Billie, as well as hunting. Dick’s greatest passions were giving riding lessons to the children, and being a positive influence on them. He served over three generations of children.

Dick was past president and held many offices in the Boulder County Horseshow Association. He was also a member of the Palomino Horse Association, the American Quarter Horse Association, and the NRA.

He was preceded in death by his father, his wife Ruth in 1987, and a brother Walter Ayres in 1997.

Dick is survived by his mother Margaret Ayres of Longmont; sons Michael Ayres and wife Priscilla of Dacono, Colo., and Sandy Montross and wife Lynda of Hygiene, Colo.; daughters: Jennifer Montross of Phoenix, Ariz., Kristin Crawford of Lexington, Ky., and Lauren Roberts and husband Mark of Thornton, Colo., and his grandchildren: Cody, Parker, Rylan, Kelly, Katelyn, Jesse, Maddie, Taylor and Whitney. He is also survived by sister Karen and husband Gene Honohan of Westminster, Colo., and a sister-in-law Sharlene Ayres of Baker City, Ore. and two nephews, Buck and Scott.

A memorial mass was held Sept. 17, 2007. Cremation was performed.

Contributions may be made to Colorado Therapeutic Riding Center and sent in care of Ahlberg Funeral Chapel.

, age 29, of Hudson, Colo., died Sept. 15, 2007.

He was born on Jan. 20, 1978, in Denver, Colo., to Lanette and Pat Walker. He was a graduate of Brighton High School, class of 1996.

In his youth he was a member of the Good Luck 4-H Club where he showed hogs, cattle and horses. He also was a member of the Little Britches Rodeo Association, and the Colorado High School Rodeo Association. In high school he rode for the Adams County Super Stars.He rode bulls and calf roped.

After graduation, he was a member of the PRCA and the CPRCA, where he was the “State All-Around Champion” and “Bull Riding Champion” in 2003.

In addition to rodeoing, he was an avid hunter, fisherman and outdoorsman. One of his favorite places to be was in the Colorado mountains where he enjoyed bugling in elk and outfitting elk hunters. His greatest joy in life was spending time with family and friends.

He is survived by his daughters, Shandon (8) and Shyler (4); his mom and dad, Lanette and Pat; brother Mark and wife Traci, niece Peyton and nephew Jaxon. He is also survived by his grandparents, Perl Johnson of Keenesburg, Colo., Shirley and William Walker Jr. of West Frankfort, Ill.; his Uncle Kenny and Aunt Sandi, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Rusti and Teri of Illionios, as well as numerous cousins.

He is preceded in death by his grandfather, Leo Johnson.

In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the Clint Walker Memorial Fund at Colorado East Bank and Trust, P.O. Box 299, Keenesburg, Colo., 80643.

Services will be held at 2 p.m. Sept. 26, at the Keenesburg Fairgrounds.

(Written by Julie Carter, Carrizozo, N.M.)

Recently, I was told the way to recognize a cowboy funeral is when you pull up to the church or funeral home, the parking lot is full of pickup trucks.

If times are good, they’ll be muddy, some will have hay loaded in the back and others will have a patient cowdog waiting for the return of his cowboy.

Most of the folks are dressed in Wranglers, boots and hats. A branding iron is likely to be standing by the door where they branded the casket ” a final brand for the old cowboy.

All the talk, when folks are talking, is about grass and rain and this time of year, mention will be made of calf prices and shipping dates.

In circles over a meal served to family and friends, wonderful stories will be told about the cowboy they’d come to honor and lay to rest.

This week, we lost an icon of the true West ” cowboy, rancher, husband, father, grandfather and pioneer.

Wayne Withers proved just how tough he was right to the end, against all odds.

He was 95 when he made the crossover to the big corral up yonder, and for 73 of those years, he’d been teasing and loving his bride, Annie.

I sat with the couple just before their 70th anniversary, and the love between them could have swallowed me up.

They verbally sparred over the stories they told me about an era of hard times that forged their grit and character.

“Do you want to know about the girls I danced with or the broncs I rode?” he would say with a twinkle in his eyes.

Their life’s tale exposed the heartbreak of living in a country where the government took not one, but two ranches from them to create what we know today as the White Sands Missile Range.

Wayne was 5 years old when his dad left him and his brothers alone, ages 7 and 10, to tend 700 head of cattle and a herd of horses while he went in search of a new ranch.

By the time he was 11, Wayne had already hired out on a couple of different wagons and worked cattle for other people.

He recalled during one of his $1-a-day jobs down by Three Rivers, he got drug by a horse. He was so skinned up and sore, the only place he could sit that didn’t hurt was in the kitchen sink. He took his meals there.

Wayne was in a small plane crash in 1955 and scored a broken leg that laid him up for a year.

His dad, who had a legendary streak of orneriness, was good about putting the boys on horses that would buck. “We’d be leaving out at three in the morning and I’ll tell ya, it’s a trick to ride a bucking horse you can’t see in the dark,” Wayne recalled.

And then there was dancing. Next to riding bucking horses, Wayne loved to dance.

He and Annie danced for 60 years. They met at a dance and country dances were their passion for all of those years.

To them, dancing made all the hard times worth living.

When we catch up with Wayne in Heaven, he will, no doubt, be telling stories about horses that bucked, pretty girls that danced and “it was darn sure worth a 9-mile ride to a dance, stay until 2 a.m. and then ride back home, ready to work.”

Adios Wayne. When your tales are retold, it will always be with the memory of you with that big grin that just never did hide how ornery you were.

And Wayne, you left the world a better place having been in it.