OBITUARIO

Daniel Ray Hendricks

9 octubre , 19432 febrero , 2021

Daniel Ray Hendricks nació el 9 de octubre de 1943 y falleció el 2 de febrero de 2021 y está bajo el cuidado de Montecito Memorial Park and Mortuary.

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John Whitehair

22 marzo , 2021

The Sun published a news obit about Danny.
https://www.sbsun.com/?s=dan+hendricks&orderby=date&order=desc

Sue Koepke

20 marzo , 2021

Dan lived in his late mothers mobile home right across the street from me I liked him a lot he was always friendly and very kind especially when my husband passed away! He is missed!

Cindy Yingst

19 marzo , 2021

What a great guy he was. I was so sorry to hear he'd died and pray for strength and peace for his family and many friends.

My favorite memory of Dan was from 1982. I'd just started working at The Sun and I was a newlywed. While chatting about men's clothes, I complained about one of my husband's suits to Dan and Doris, my fellow news assistants, because the suit was a very light tan, almost white, and seemed out of style and I couldn't convince my husband to stop wearing it. A few weeks later, Dwight came into the newsroom to see me for some reason and he was wearing the suit I hated. Danny saw him from across the room and exclaimed -- fairly loudly -- "Look, Cindy! It's the Good Humor man!"

Chuck Chamberlin

18 marzo , 2021

Dan and I were best of friends from the day he started working at The Sun. I came over from Inland Printing and Engraving about the time he became an apprentice so we learned the trade together.
He loved playing pranks on his fellow workers. One of his favorites was taking the hand ink roller from the proof press and putting a thin layer of black ink on the black phone earpiece and laying it down on a table and telling someone they had a phone call. The poor unsuspecting slob would put the phone to his ear and when he discovered nothing but a dial tone, he would hang up and return to work with a black ear.
Dan was in his glory the night he pulled this trick on one guy named Steve who couldn’t hear anybody on the other end of the call so he moved the earpiece from his left ear to his right, leaving him with two black ears.
He also loved to smear black ink on the back of locks on the employee lockers so after the unsuspecting guy had scrubbed his hands clean and went to open his locker, he would wind up with inky hands all over again. He also loved doing this to employee's car door handles.
I think Dan moved to the editorial department when they phased out hot type because he feared for his well-being after all of the pranks.
Dan and I were roommates for almost ten years and we joked that we lived together longer than we did with our wives.
He also loved lame jokes and we would go to a bar on our day off whenever he had a groaner and tell it to Bill the bartender who was king of the groaners. They had a competition.
Dan suggested I come to the retirement mobile home park where he lived when I retired to look into buying a home. I visited the park, fell in love with the area and bought a home there.
I will miss him as well as the many friends he made here at the park will.
If there is a life after this one, have a good one, Dan.
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Steve Dilbeck

17 marzo , 2021

It’s impossible to think of Dan without smiling. What a gift.

Mark Reinhiller

16 marzo , 2021

So sorry to hear the passing of Danny. We worked together for 6 1/2 years at The Sun, and in that time, I never knew Dan to have a bad day. Always friendly, always kind. Just a real good man to have as a friend. All the best to his family and I'm left with nothing but good memories of a kind, warm-hearted and talented human being. RIP my friend.

Ronald Coats

16 marzo , 2021

I worked with Dan for over 36 years at The Sun. When we were both apprentice printers we were always pulling practical jokes on each other. One day he was attaching a sign to the front of my car when two women were
walking down the sidewalk and they asked him what he was doing. He told them it was just a joke on a guy he worked with. He asked them why they were asking and one of them said because that is my son’s car. So to get back at Dan I put marbles inside of of his hubcaps so he thought a wheel bearing was going out and when he stopped at the corner of 4th and E street his wheel was making so much noise everyone was looking at his car as if the wheel was going to come off. Working in the composing room was more fun than it was work. Oh how I miss those fun times. Test in peace my friend.

Michael Murphy

15 marzo , 2021

My condolences to Dan's family and close friends, including his many co-workers at The Sun, whom he regarded as family. The last time I saw Dan was at Stater Bros. in East Highlands before the pandemic started. He was in some pain but like always he flashed his smile and had something funny to say. I always enjoyed being in his company at the office or at an editorial get-together. Every time I see "slice of wry" in The Sun, I think of Dan. May he rest in peace.

Margo Wilson

9 marzo , 2021

Yes, indeedy, Danny did yank me out of a raging river. Of course, I had to go to physical therapy for three months afterward to repair my sore shoulder, but he did rescue me. I remember many fun Sun parties in his backyard and rides on Rosemary’s boat. Mostly, though, I remember watching his back from where I sat in my cubbyhole at the Sun. His whole body would bounce as he talked on the phone and laughed or shared a Dannyism with a co-worker. Then, he’d spin around on his chair and share a joke with the cubby mates. Good times. Once, someone had sent the newsroom a bustier (I think that’s what it was) with fake boobs. Danny put it on and paraded around. Alas, the photogs were all out. Danny was a generous soul, who would help with odious tasks like moving, kind, and a lover of all things hilarious. I agree with a previous writer that he is now flitting around, causing all kinds of havoc, in angel land.

John Whitehair

7 marzo , 2021

When I started at the Sun-Telegram in 1976, Danny had already been there 12 years, and was on the road to finishing a legendry 44-year career. He was a survivor. He wasn't a quitter. No sir. He outlasted 4 owners, 7 publishers and 10 editors. Early on I was told that if I wanted to know how things worked at the paper, that Danny was the go-to-guy. They said that he knew where the skeletons were buried because he had helped bury some of them. He mentored me. He showed me the ropes. He had a good handle on office politics. He told me who was in charge and who thought they were in charge. He introduced me to all of the single women, at least those he didn't have his eye on.
Danny and I bonded because we were both Army veterans who were drafted about the same time. We had lots of good times. But to maintain our friendship, we had a rule that we wouldn't discuss politics, because he was a conservative and I'm a liberal.
He loved the outdoors, especially the Colorado River. He organized houseboat river outings with coworkers. He wore a captain's hat and wouldn't let anyone else touch the wheel. But he proved his nautical skills every time as he always easily maneuvered the big boat up and down the river and safely back to the dock.
I went to visit Danny on the day before he died, but they wouldn't let me see him at the skilled nursing home in Loma Linda due to Covid-19 restrictions. So I left a message at the front desk for him to call me, and he called right away. He was coherent and he knew where he was. When he asked me to come get him and take him home, I felt terrible when I had to tell him I couldn't.
Because of the backlog of burials due to Covid-19, he's on ice at the mortuary. But you know Danny, he would find some humor in the situation. I know that he would say that it's better to be in a cold place above ground than in that hot place below.
Rest in peace, Big Guy.