OBITUARY

Dennis John Anderson

April 22, 1947August 30, 2011

Dennis John Anderson, 64, passed away in a logging accident on Camano Island, WA on Tuesday, August 30, 2011. He was born to Sven and Alice Anderson on April 22, 1947 in Everett, WA and lived in the Darrington, WA area his entire life. At the age of 15 Dennis began his career in the woods working for Sam Forrister as a "powder monkey". After high school he enrolled in Skagit Valley College where he earned an Associates of Arts degree in Mechanics. From there Dennis served a 14 month tour in Vietnam with the Army where he received five medals including the "V" for heroism and meritorious achievement during an intense enemy mortar attack on his platoon. Two months following Dennis' return from Vietnam he married his high school sweetheart, Cindy. Early in their marriage he supported his family by working as a timber cutter for Walt Hoglund and Buster Meece. This experience inspired Dennis to start Anderson Cutting, the first of many successful family business ventures which included ownership of the Whitehorse Store and a brief septic stint driving the "turd hearse". With friends, Ernie Gladsjo, Craig Green and Rich Spaulding, Dennis created Three Rivers Cutting. Initially a hand-falling operation, Dennis' innovations resulted in a highly productive mechanical timber falling business which eventually included his sons, Jeff and Jason. Most recently Dennis and the boys were joined by long time friend and business associate, Steve Skaglund, to incorporate logging into the business. After settling in their first home on Swede Heaven Dennis and Cindy's love for each other manifested itself in two sons, Jeff and Jason. Dennis lived for his sons. He was involved in every aspect of their lives, from coaching DJAA to shagging golf balls and chasing grandchildren. Dennis wasn't a hunter but hunted because his boys did. For Dennis the activity didn't matter, it was all about being with family and friends. As fifth generation loggers, Jeff and Jason followed Dennis and his love for the woods into the family business. As a father Dennis led by example. His work ethic was contagious, his attitude eternally positive. Dennis could take a disaster and turn it into a vacation, and just like Friday nights at the shop, he was a friend before a boss, just one of the guys. Respected for his compassion he never missed an opportunity to help someone in need. Dennis was the Golden Rule. Dennis spent the last 42 years enjoying a wonderful life with the love of his life, Cindy. Together they believed in creating and sustaining strong ties with family and friends. Anyone who has ever spent time in the Anderson home knows what it feels like to be included in love, laughter, food, drink and lots of good humored teasing. He is survived by his beloved wife, Cynthia (Meece) Anderson; his kids, Jeff (Kristen) and Jason (Kerie); grandkids, Riley, Colton, Hannah, Hallie and Hunter; mother, Alice Anderson; parents-in-law, Buster (Jean) Meece; brother, Kenneth (Jeannie) Anderson; brothers and sisters-in-law, Mark (Diane) Meece, Kristi Reece, Brad (Mikie) Meece and Jim Reece; and numerous nieces, nephews and extended family. We would like to thank everyone who has been there for our family especially Kristi Reece, Cindy and Andria White, Roy and Carol Bryson, Darlene Fulfs, Julie and Greg Newberry and all the lovely Da-Da's. Our most sincere gratitude to Steve Skaglund and John and Gary Buse. Dennis lived to watch his grandchildren participate in sports. In lieu of flowers please make donations to the Darrington Junior Athletic Association, PO Box 954, Darrington, WA 98241. A memorial service and dinner will be on Saturday, September 10, 2011 at 12 noon at the Darrington Community Center gymnasium. Arrangements under the direction of Weller Funeral Home, Arlington, WA.

Services

  • Memorial Service Saturday, September 10, 2011
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Dennis John Anderson

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Senika Eastman

September 20, 2011

What can one say at a time like this?
The loss is overwhelming. Uncle Dennis is someone I am enormously proud to have been family with. The Andersons and the extended family will continue to be in my heart and mind and prayers forever.

September 14, 2011

While sitting here at my computer this morning, I glanced at my coffee cup and Dennis came to mind and I had to chuckle about the story of how he would lose track of things. I have come to the conclusion that he really did not have a choice in the matter...he is an Anderson. I have the same "where is my _____" disease. It comes with the Anderson genes. We are just stuck with it. So, my day will start with a smile when I glance at my coffee cup and think of Dennis.

Love you guys and think of you often. Hugs to you all and please give Aunt Alice a hug from me the next time you see her.

Evy

September 13, 2011

Cindy
I have never attended a more beautiful memorial. I didn't know Dennis's middle name was after my dad. Aunt Aggie told me. Never will I forget the wonderful time Nadean, Denise and I had with you and Dennis at your lovely home last summer.
Susan

September 13, 2011

Anderson Family; Hello Alice, What memories come back, when Edwin was born and we lived next to you. It was so good to run into you again when we visited Marge Ross. My prayers are for comfort and peace as you process the good memories. Love, Beverley Hathaway,Bernard-Looking Down

Amanda Kuntz

September 11, 2011

Thank you Dennis for being a great mentor,friend,host,and loving person. I am so happy you got the chance to meet my little Rowan. I will miss you the most when I think all the times I'd be running in darrington and you slowing down along side me to cheer me on or ask if I need a ride. Love you much.

September 11, 2011

We will treasure the memories we have of him. So sorry for your loss. John and Kaye

Daniel Gallagher

September 11, 2011

This poem is for Dennis. I meant to share it with Cindy, kin & friends at his service.

THE CEDAR

In sowing us,
From seed of God,
There came a unique stand,
Which grew so tall and strong and lean,
By image of his hand.

And that, which came,
Began to show,
No ordinary zeal,
With sparkle and a strength in life,
A Cedar in the field.

From where he grew,
And when he arched,
By where he reached his arms,
Becoming places that he loved,
Protecting from all harm.

And rising from a unique view,
His tendrils then took hold,
To grab the world by the root,
Because he was so bold.

But unseen hazards came to life,
In causing him some dread,
By placing peril in his face,
In life, his roots, his thread.

Yet mighty master of the field,
Won't allow such fate,
That serves no purpose but to die,
Without the love innate.

Though not the once great Cedar,
By all appearance sake,
There is a strength of character,
That no one can mistake.

He sparkled inspiration,
That spawned succeeding stands,
By character from seed of God,
Unique within his hand.

And though this Cedar’s fallen,
Yet on the Earth it lives,
As new stock we grow from,
And all the life it gives.

Now back within the tending arm,
He’s seed for some new soil,
In fertile meadows he now grows,
In warm calm air,
To be re-sowed
In fields free from toil.


With deepest regards...

September 9, 2011

Cindy, I just heard about Dennis and I am so sorry. My thoughts are with you and your at this time. Vicky Jira-Dry

September 9, 2011

Cindy and Family~~

God only takes the "Special Angels" on Earth to be with him in Heaven.

There are no words that can be said to make your hurt go away. Just know that our thoughts and prayers are with you during this sad time and we understand your loss. Dennis was an amazing guy who could make anyone feel at ease with his big smile. We are fortunate to be able to call him family.

He will live forever in your wonderful memories and always in your hearts.

Love Always~~
Jodie, Teddy and Tanner

Melissa Holiman

September 9, 2011

Cindy & family,

There is nothing we can say that will make this better, but we do know Dennis was one in a million!! We are the fortunate ones to have known him. Tears comfort, Time heals, and Love is forever. We are so lucky to be part of this wonderful family!

Love,
The Holiman Family