Robert 'Bob' Page

Robert N. Page Jr. or “Bob” was born September 14, 1930 in Clarksville, Arkansas to Robert Nelson Page and Ruby Mullins Page. Bob grew up in Clarksville and graduated at the University of the Ozarks where he majored in Business and Economics.

On December 26, 1954 he married Flois Eustice Page, 60 years in December. Bob had two sons, Robert Nelson Page, III (Deceased) and Michael Eustice Page. Michael is married to Jill Page. They have a son, Tom Morris, Bob’s grandson.

Bob worked for Johns Manville Corporation for twenty years. While employed at Manville, Bob pursued graduate work in engineering at Manville Headquarters and Northwest University. In 1972 Bob moved his family to Greenwood Village, Colorado as part of Manville’s Headquarters move to the Ken Caryl area.

In 1979 Bob fulfilled a lifelong dream and began his own company, Page Specialty Company. Page Specialty turned into a family business with his wife, Flois and son, Bobby helping run operations.

Page Specialty provides commercial postal equipment for the Post Office and the Building Industry. By postal equipment, most people translate that to mean Mailboxes and Bob has sold thousands and thousands to many satisfied customers. Bob’s relationship with the USPS led to the invention of the “Carousel Rotating Pedestal” that allowed mail carriers to deliver mail even from their vehicles. The Carousel Pedestal began in Vail, Colorado where many still exist to this day. Page Specialty still sells a pedestal called the “Universal Pedestal” which works with most Cluster Box Units (CBU) that he also designed.

Page Specialty has continued to grow and evolve serving the Denver Metro, Colorado and Wyoming Region. Page Specialty has always remained a family Business. Bob’s second son, Michael, his wife Jill and Bob’s brother in law, Abe Eustice continue to manage the company after successful careers in other fields.

Over the past 30 years, Bob has established so many relationships that people continue to call and ask for Bob on a first name basis. Bob had a lot to be proud of and we are very grateful and proud of him.

Memorial gifts in Robert Page's name may be made to Anchor Center for Blind Children in Denver to benefit his grandnephew, Walter Norton.

I am a Fortunate Son

Bob taught me how to ride a bicycle in our backyard in New Jersey.

He took just me to the Harlem Globe Trotters when I must have been maybe 10 years old. I was more fascinated by the half time show. Just watching the guys throw the Frisbee’s all the way up into the rafters and the amazing volleys of the ping pong players was something I will never forget.

He took me to Cub Scouts.

He picked me up from the Eskimo Ski Club bus where he took me to the hospital where Bobby, my brother, ruptured his spleen also from skiing that same day.

Bobby got to ride the Flight for Life Helicopter home that weekend.

Bob got me a car as a teenager.

He fixed the car when I broke the wheel axels spinning 360’s in the snow covered parking lots.

He fixed the windshield once or twice.

Count to think of it, he also replaced the tires

And paid for my car insurance.

And well, there was the lack of oil I forgot about in the Toyota Corolla.

Bob never seemed to need to yell at me.

I got some finger wagging one time when I punched the wall in just because I didn’t like my haircut.

I remember the Twenty Dollar bills when I scored a touchdown in high school football.

I remember seeing Dad cry for the first time when we were at the funeral for his father.

I remember when Dad, who was not very affectionate or talked about his feelings

very much without hesitation, told us he loved us.

My brother, Bobby and I didn’t understand how Bob loved us.

I grew up convinced Bob loved mailboxes more than me.

And when my Mother and Bobby got into the family business, I would get so left out I grew to hate the family business.

Boy did I misunderstand things time and again.

Even as a family therapist I didn’t figure it out.

Once I started working with Bob at Page Specialty it became clearer.

It wasn’t that Bob loved the business more than me, it was just how he could provide his love for me, for his family and for his friends and loved ones.

Bob provided for my Mom, for my brother and for me our entire lives.

Bob’s unconditional love and acceptance was always there.

I am the fortunate son.

Bob made it to:

My High School graduation, my college graduation.

He would have made it to my graduate school graduation but even I didn’t want to go back to Provo, Utah for that.

He made it to my first wedding

He made it to my “finally got it right” second wedding to Jillbaby.

He made it to Bobby’s wedding

And he almost didn’t make it but he did make it to see his only Grandson, Tommy and Jessica Morris’s wedding this past July in Vail, Colorado.

I am thankful for so many things.

There aren’t many people who have always been able to count on their Father being there.

I am thankful I got to work and learn my Dad’s business.

I am even more thankful my incredible wife got to work alongside him too.

This is especially a blessing when you consider Jill lost her father way too early in her life as well.

I have the coolest wife in all the land.

Not only has she run the office without Bob, but she has been more supportive than anyone else for my mother and me during these dark days.

I am thankful for my Mother’s incredible sacrifice of her own health and safety to allow Bob to pass away in the comfort and security of their home.

My mother has always been the heart of our family and she wore it out taking care of Bob.

These last days were not easy to see nor comprehend.

Bob has been our rock, our foundation for our family.

It’s funny how you know these things all along but you don’t realize the pain of the loss of them until they’re gone.

He has left us a tremendous gift about life and love and giving.

He also has left us a tremendous opportunity with his great “family” company.

We have to honor him, we have to make him proud.

After all, he only wanted us to be happy.

Arrangements under the direction of Olinger Chapel Hill Mortuary & Cemetery, Centennial, Colorado.