Roger Norman Dyhouse

February 4, 1944November 23, 2018

Mr. Roger Norman Dyhouse, age 74, of Overland, MO passed away on Friday, November 23, 2018. Roger was born in Miami, Florida on February 4, 1944 to Ruel and Ruby Dyhouse, who preceded him in death. He was the beloved husband of nearly 51 years to Judith A. Dyhouse (nee: Hoffman); loving father of Joel D. Dyhouse; and dear brother of the late Henry Dyhouse (Jan), George Dyhouse (Ceil), and Peggy Hollingsworth (John). He is also survived by many nieces, nephews, extended family, and friends.

Roger proudly served his country in the United States Navy. He worked for National Lead Company/ Reox/ Elementis for over 36 years before retiring. In the middle of his career, he took the opportunity to attend Ranken College to further his education and develop more specific skills. This earned him more opportunities for advancement and better pay. Roger was never a stranger to hard work. He always did whatever it took to adequately provide for his family. When he wasn’t busy working, he enjoyed quenching his thirst for knowledge by cracking open a good book, solving very difficult puzzles, and woodworking. He also enjoyed the study of Botany and spent a lot of time tending to his flower gardens. There were many days filled with recreational activities with his family including: camping, fishing, going to The Muny & The Fox, having picnics in Forest Park, etc. When his son, Joel, was growing up, Roger chose to become a Cub Scout/Boy Scout leader so that he and his son could share that experience. Roger will be remembered as a hard-working, gentle giant with a fantastic sense of humor (sarcasm was his second language). He loved and cared for his family very much and will be greatly missed by all who had the pleasure of knowing him.

In lieu of flowers, Memorial donations may be made in Roger’s name to Humane Society of Missouri or to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.


  • Visitation Monday, December 3, 2018
  • Funeral Service Monday, December 3, 2018
  • Interment Monday, December 3, 2018

Roger Norman Dyhouse

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James Emahiser

December 2, 2018

To the family of Roger,as well as the families of Henry, George and Peggy. I was saddened to see Roger’s obituary in this mornings paper. We have not seen each other over the years but I remember growing up as next door neighbors on Ridge Avenue and even sharing a party line telephone for a period of time. I do believe the last time we all saw each other was at Peggy’s wedding and then I saw Peggy downtown at the ALMSA building after the fire and flooding at the Records Center on Page Avenue.
Pleas accept our sympathy , remember the good times your family had and know that you will see each other again in Heaven. ✝️

James Emahiser and Family

Joel Dyhouse

November 30, 2018

Thanks to all for you support and offers of help i am completley humbled and overwhelmed.
Dad worked hard for this family and I thought it fiting to include a picture of his last day of work when we cleaned his locker out for the last time.
Dad had retired so that he could stay home and take care of Mom because of her mounting health concerns.
It is Ok Dad you can clockout and go home I got this from now on.

By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!