Glen Rogers

Glen Rogers, 91, of Rupert. Idaho went home to our Lord in heaven on the morning of February 24, 2025 with his loving daughters surrounding him. Glen was born on October 12, 1933 in Rupert, Idaho to Clay Jarvis Rogers and Nancy Cope Rogers. He was the youngest of eight children. Dad grew up on the family's homestead that he was still farming at the time of his death. Dad learned at an early age the meaning of hard work, helping his dad with farming and caring for their bands of sheep. At the age of 15, when the herder didn't show up to tend the sheep, dad had to go stay with the band of sheep in McCammon, Idaho for several days. He told us girls it was a couple of the scariest nights in his life as he lay camped out near the sheep listening to the coyotes howl around him.

Dad graduated from Rupert High School. All through his high school years, he was quite the charmer with the girls, his curly head of black hair being of one of his attributes. Dad would relive his youth to his daughters as they were caring for him.

After graduation, dad attended Idaho State University for one year. The draft was starting and rather than waiting to be drafted, dad felt it was his obligation and his privilege to enlist and to serve his country. He enlisted in the Army and became a member of the 82nd Airborne. He was shipped out to Fort Bragg, North Carolina where he became a paratrooper and served in the Korean War. Dad was always a resourceful army man, always on the lookout to make an extra buck or two. He started sewing patches on the officer’s uniforms, giving haircuts, and always had an extra spit-shined pair of boots and belt buckle at the ready for those impromptu inspections.

Forever, the miser, dad always had a few dollars to spare that he readily loaned to his comrades to get them through until the next payday, interest bearing of course. Upon his honorable discharge from the Army, dad returned home. After a short courtship with a small, petite younger woman, Anna Mae Engkraf, dad and mom were married on December 15, 1957. Dad went to work under his brother Fred Rogers at Rural Electric, eventually becoming a lineman and earning his journeyman's license.

Dad and mom lived in several little homes around the Rupert area before eventually moving back into Rogers' homestead to help care for his dad. In March of 1959, their first daughter, Diana, was born. In December, 1960, their son Dennis was born; however, he only lived three days before passing. Nancy followed in 1962 and in 1964, Monica came along. Shortly after Monica's birth, dad fell off a power pole and had to be in traction for several months, while at the same time, Nancy was in a body cast from the waist down due to congenital hips. Mom found herself caring for three people with an active 3-yr old in tow. Once dad's back was healed, he ventured out and started his own electrical business, Rogers Electric, which he proudly ran for 40+ years. Some of the highlights of his business were wiring the Hill Oil gas station, Sun Valley Potatoes and C & Y Dairy. Dad would put in long full days as an electrician and then come home and jump on a tractor and farm on the evenings and weekends. One of his proudest accomplishments was when he converted his farm from gravity irrigation to wheel lines.

In 1966, their fourth daughter, Rita, was born. Dad loved to camp and fish and many a weekend he would load up his tribe of girls in the camper and head for Laidlaw Ranch or Little Wood Reservoir where he patiently taught his girls to creek fish. At any given time, there were always at least two hooks missing or a snag in a tree. Dad and mom fell into a comfortable routine with their little family until 1972 when they were blessed with a fifth daughter, Teresa. We always kidded dad and mom that Teresa would keep them young, and she definitely did that. To keep her out of mischief, dad and mom took up skiing and made countless trips to activities and going to ballgames to watch Teresa cheer.

After dad retired from the electrical business, he found he had a little too much time on his hands, so he took up the job of running the defoliator for Diana and her husband, Mike, in their beet harvest. He did this for 15+ years and enjoyed it immensely, running tractors two times the size as his little putt putts. It was only after his knees and his back became so bad that he couldn't get into the tractor that he finally "retired" although in his mind he was still that agile young man of years past.

Dad eventually rented his farm out and would sit for hours on the front deck of the house watching harvest happen or ride around on his 4-wheeler irrigating the garden and pastures and checking up on things.

Dad was preceded in death by his parents, Clay and Nancy Rogers, his son, Dennis, his grandson, Scott Wheeler, and his sweetheart, Anna Mae, of almost 68 years whom he missed terribly. He was also preceded in death by his siblings, Horace, Delphia, Fred, Walt, Norma, Wayne and Clyde and their respective spouses. He is survived by his five daughters, Diana (Mike) Wheeler, Nancy (Jody) Carter, Monica (Joe) Goldaraz, Rita (Mike) Praegitzer, and Teresa (Darwin) Kossman. He is also survived by eight grandchildren, thirteen great-grandchildren, with one more on the way, and three sisters-in-law, Ilene Myers, Betty Burgess and MaryAnn Engkraf.

Family Visitation will be held at Hansen Mortuary from 5:00 p.m. on Monday, March 17, 2025 with recitation of the Rosary to begin at 6:00 p.m. The Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 2:00 p.m. on Tuesday, March 18, 2025, at St. Nicholas Catholic Church with the family greeting people one hour prior to the service. Urn placement will take place at the Rupert Cemetery with Military Rites. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Nicholas Catholic Church, the National MS Society, or a charity of your choice.

We want to extend a heartfelt thank-you to Visions Hospice and the Critical Care Team that supported us in the end, as well as our personal caregivers, Helen McClure, Elizabeth Crowder and Shannon Valencia. Your assistance in caring for our father allowed us a little time away and the peace of mind to be away. Arrangements are under the direction of Hansen Mortuary.

It was always Dad's wish to be able to die in the home that he was born in, and his daughters honored his wish to the end.