- 64 years old
- Date of birth: Dec 13, 1951
- Place of birth:
Wichita, Kansas, United States
- Date of passing: Jun 2, 2016
- Place of passing:
Rapid City, South Dakota, United States
|Celebrate John's life by sharing your stories, photos and tributes with his friends and family|
This memorial website was created in memory of our uncle, John Page.
We will remember him forever.
Please join John's friends and family for lunch, story-telling and merriment...
Celebration of Life Gathering
in memory of John Page
Saturday, September 10, 2016
11am - 2pm
Sylvan Lake Lodge Veranda
24572 SD Highway 87
Custer, SD 57730
Nikki Toon firstname.lastname@example.org or 913.706.4346
Katie Page email@example.com or 913.645.4707
Immediately following lunch, you are welcome to join us for a memorial tour through Custer State Park as we visit John's most treasured places. Carpooling is highly suggested due to lack of adequate parking!
We are in search of a climber who would like to honor John by climbing up to the John's Jump route (jumping is optional).
If interested, contact Nikki Toon
913.706.4346 or firstname.lastname@example.org
Nikki Toon & Katie Page
"Thanks for the beautiful tribute to John's life. Seeing his ashes fly away from John's Jump was a moving tribute to his love of the Needles. We will always remember him sitting by the Sylvan Lake Store ready to share his Needles expertise with any visiting climber. --Sue Schroeder and Jim Syverson, Minneapolis, MN"
"The summer of '88 Uncle John showed his nieces Nikki and Katie his favorite places in all the world. He met us at Wall Drug Store after we left Denver, took us, including our dog Squiggles, to the top of Harney Peak, Sylvan Lake, the Devil's Tower in Wyoming.
We went searching for agates somewhere in the Black Hills, and camped in the state park near Custer. This was some feat because this was also Sturgis week, so campsites were not that plentiful. He brought an army cot for me, so this mom wouldn't need to sleep on the ground. He had coffee ready every morning when we awoke.
He took us to his apartment and showed us how to cut agates and polish them with his equipment.
He showed us how to repel off a large boulder, and even got me to climb the Inner Course spire near Sylvan Lake. This was my first, and last, endeavor at rock climbing. My tennis shoes served me well, since John's shoes wouldn't fit me.
"There are so many wonderful stories to tell about John, what a wonderful character. He was such a fun interesting guy. For me the Hills will never be the same without him. By John."
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