Marlene Johnson (Kennedy)

several memories have come to mind about Dennis, the most recent was the year before last, Dennis, J Reed and I were only ones showing up at Applebee's , we shared as many memories as we all put together, J Reed made notes , which were later stolen along with his bag. Dennis always seemed so calm unmoved by outer excitement but with a very dry sense of humor, he spoke slowly and with purpose and very quiet, so that you have to remain quiet as to not miss anything he said, then with deliberate humor, gave his lines.... my gratitude to Emma, who was able to keep Dennis on track and up to date with the class site and helped him keep his appointments. He will truly be missed.

Linnea Frew (Wilmoth)

Sad to know that we have lost another classmate.  I remember him riding all around town on his motor scooter.  Glenn knew one of his neighbors and said that his dad was kept busy keeping it repaired for him. Am sure he put a lot of miles on it....

Evelyn Thomi (Halbert)

Am so sorry for you loss. Dennis was such a polite person. Prayers for you family at this time.

Hank Gier (Gier)

Although it has been some time since I've seen Dennis, I always considered him a friend. Dennis, J. Reed Pierce, Warren Harden, Merle Pattengill & I ran around together during our senior year in high school & in college after. As I remember it there was a group our senior year who called themselves the "C's" so we decided to call ourselves the "Gang". We did have fun riding around in J Reed's ford. In fact some of us drank our first beer riding to out of town ballgames. Den would often tell us stories which we were pretty sure weren't true, but they did sound good. And he said he could interpret dreams. I would have gladly let him try if I could have remembered my dreams. He will be missed, but the memories linger on. 

J Reed Pierce

I will always remember high school days spent with Dennis. We spent many days and nights in his dad, Ray’s, green El Camino, dragging main or Kansas Avenue. Our common paths often took both of us to 1136 West Kansas, visiting or working at the Conoco filling station. After locking up, we would resume cruising Mac or stopping at a local tavern.  When I was involved with a minor accident one night, he helped me straighten out a fender the next morning.  We fastened a chain to the inside edge of my fender and the back tow on his car and he pulled until it straightened itself.  “Wreck them at night and fix them by day” became our motto.

I used to go to his house off Kansas near Maxell after school.   We would greet his mother and then spend the rest of the afternoon in his room.  He had the latest electronic equipment, Hi Fi, turntable, speakers, new tape recorder, and records.  Listening to music and playing with the latest gadgets occupied most of our time.  At some point it would be time for dinner and his mother would interrupt our talking.  We would acknowledge the time of day, getting late. And I would be on my way.

On Sunday nights he would drive the El Camino to my house and we would visit.  He would time this visit to coincide with the Christian church’s evening youth service, either before or after.  There are 100 other stories and we will share them at future reunions. It makes me sad to lose a good friend, particularly one who shared many experiences with me in high school.