Coleman Tucker Obituary

I lived across Oak Rd from Coleman and my twin Jessie and Neighbor John enjoyed Colman and his pup clever Clover. We did our best to look after him. He is missed

My Dad was the calm in the storm, a home body, and also quite the adventurer.
I remember one winter in the mid-1970's we were returning from a visit with my aunt/uncle (Kenny and Shirley) who built a house east of Elmore's Store. We were in our 1970's Jeep Commander. The snow was piling up during a blizzard and roads were nearly impossible to see. I remember how exciting it was to see snow splashing over the hood of the jeep as dad drove through the growing drifts, just like in the T.V. commercials.
To get home more quickly, Dad wanted to take a short cut, and we dashed across some fields adjacent to a creek. I saw no sign of a road (look back, I'm guessing it was maybe CR 229?); the terrain was unrecognizable due to the depth of snow and density of the snow fall. Visibility was nil.
I remember my mom, sister and I being concerned that we might get stuck, but dad was confident. He asked to borrow my sun glasses so he could see better, and after some bucking and wrangling the Jeep Commander made it across the valley, a small bridge, and the depths of the snow. I remember him putting it in four-wheel drive, how he concentrated on the drive, how snow kicked up the side of the jeep when he turned, how the snow frosted trees, the beauty of the snow fall, and the soft pure look of the landscape as we navigated the questionable route. While I was young, I estimate the snow was well over a foot deep (maybe even two). We eventually emerged from the short cut and made it safely home.
I have so may similar stories, like when he took me to the top of the Three Sisters in Grand Junction, Colorado (before it was a non-motorized park) in the same Jeep the year before; or 4x4-ing with him near the Book Cliffs in Mesa County; and teaching me to ride motorcycles. He taught me so much, shared miles and miles of beautiful countryside in southwestern Colorado, and is the reason why I do a lot of what I do.
He helped me learn how to adapt and stand on my own two feet. He was also always the first to step up and help those in need.
I miss you Dad.
Love Todd, your son.

Coleman was a great neighbor back in the day, a nice man & intersting personality. His dog, Clover, was BFF with our dog as well. Be at peace.

Coleman could always make a joke about any situation or person. He loved going to lake Powell, and would tell stories about blowing up cans of corn in the fire. Always young at heart and ornery.

I’ll miss my Dad, Durango won’t be the same with out him. He made friends with everybody and was a fixture at the Durango dinner for years. He loved his job with Parks and recreation. I’ll miss his quick wit and constant jokes. Goodbye Dad, I’ll miss you

We had great fun growing up and would usually get in trouble whenever
They would come to visit.

I will always have the memory of our car trip to Durango. The stories and your victory over the window. I love and miss you

Coleman worked for the Durango Silverton trains when I was married. We celebrated by riding the train. He was the ticket collector that day. He got part of our trip refunded and gave us our tickets back as mementoes. There are a few other memories, however, that one is the best. Rene (Ludeman) Kinyon, eldest daughter of Joe Ludeman and Pat Tucker