William “Bill” Douglas Barnes Sr.: 1950 – 2024
William “Bill” Douglas Barnes Sr., born on February 22, 1950, in Dillon, South Carolina, passed away peacefully in Cheyenne, Wyoming, on December 3, 2024.
Bill dedicated 24 years of his life to the United States Air Force, retiring in 1994. Following his military service, he continued to serve his community through a career with the U.S. Post Office, from which he retired in 2011. A passionate advocate for veterans, Bill was deeply involved with the American Legion, serving as Commander, Francis E. Self American Legion Post 6 and then as Department Commander, American Legion Department of Wyoming until stepping down due to illness.
Bill’s hobbies brought him joy and created lasting memories for those who knew him. He loved playing cribbage, bowling, and singing karaoke, often entertaining friends and family with his spirited performances.
He was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Daquiri Barnes; and his son, William Barnes Jr.
He is survived by his loving family: his partner, Christine Couch; daughters, Lillian Barnes-Smith and Angelique Barnes; daughter-in-law, Kimberly Barnes; son-in-law, David Smith; siblings, Annette Barnes, Ronnie Barnes, Janet Barnes-Brown, and Randy Barnes; seven grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren, all of whom will treasure his memory.
A Celebration of Life will be held on January 11, 2025, from 1 to 4 p.m. at the American Legion Post 6 in Cheyenne, Wyoming, where family and friends will gather to honor Bill’s legacy and the impact he made on their lives.
Bill Barnes will be remembered for his strong spirit, dedication to service, and the love he shared with his family, friends, and community. His presence will be deeply missed but fondly remembered by all who had the privilege to know him.
In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to the American Legion Post 6, where Bill shared so many cherished memories and contributions.
Thomas Wayne Hines: 1945 – 2024
Tom was a man of many hats (mostly cowboy hats, some of them still in the box). He was a wonderful husband and father, a loving grandfather and caring and giving uncle. He was the youngest of his siblings, and he was proud of each of them. He was also a friend to everyone he met; Tom did not know a stranger. My sister and I are blessed to be able to call him dad.
It has been a rough week, and I have been putting a lot of thought into how to approach this draft. Nothing in my brain seems to be working, and every time I start to try writing, I just go blank. There is so much to remember about dad, so much to say. So I will sort these hats as well as I can and I hope that I will not miss any.
One of dad’s passions was carpentry. He had wonderfully creative ideas of how to make sure our home was under construction of one type or another throughout the ENTIRE 46 years we lived there. It was an everyday occurrence to see dad with a tool belt and a ballcap, with a carpenters pencil in his mouth, a look concentration and mumbleing something about a dirty rotten something or other. Mom usually covered our ears at this point, so I am not clear on what, exactly he was saying. Dad did not believe in small projects, he was removing load bearing walls, building whole rooms, designing a bar out of used oak flooring, and all of them were beautifully planned and executed. He made our home a wonderful place to grow up, with the added value that Amanda and I can hang drywall and shingle a roof if we ever need a few extra dollars.
Not only did he build rooms, he built beautiful furniture including two lovingly hand crafted cribs for his grandchildren. Not only his grandchildren, babies all over Cheyenne have slept in these two cribs; one made of walnut and cherry and the other made of maple and oak. He had a way of bringing wood to life that made any room with his creations feel warm and inviting.
Dad enjoyed hunting and fishing for as long as he could. Endless fishing trips with his friend, his kids, his kids friends. As much as he enjoyed fishing, he usually ended up baiting hooks and helping reel in fish for giggling children who were absolutely tickled that they caught one. He got as much joy and excitement from helping us and our friends fish as he got through doing it himself. And holy moley! That guy could fry one delicious trout!
Not only trout though. Dad made the best pie crust on the planet. Making pies was something he did to relax after a long day of doing math and building furniture. Food preparation gained a foothold as seasonal tradition in our home. Every year we would make gazpacho for Christmas dinner. Fortunately the kitchen that my dad built was large enough to hold four grown kids and three grandkids, along with a wide variety of knives, vegetables and garlic (Come to think of it, maybe having nine people waving knives around wasn’t the BEST idea, but it worked.). While we are on the subject of Christmas, the man was a bubble light connoisseur. He would make sure that all of the bubble lights were placed precisely on the tree before we could place a single ornament on it. The trees when we were young, had been hand cut in the woods by his own hand. We would go as a family to choose a tree and cross country ski in and out of the forest. As we all aged we preferred not to get frostbite every year and eventually changed to a fake tree. He was NOT very happy with the fake tree.
Dad’s favorite season though was Frontier Days. He volunteered for over 40 years for the Contestant’s Committee, and I think he enjoyed every second of it. He made so many friends at the park, and had the opportunity and generosity to introduce us girls and many of our friends to a view of the arena and rodeo that not many get to experience. Frontier Days was never not a part of our lives, and dad was (much to mom’s chagrin) extremely involved and active in it. He went from working behind the chutes to working right next to them in the “Poor Man’s Sky Box,” a small section in the west stands near the entrance to the chutes. He loved doing this and enjoyed all of the people he was able to meet and visit with during the rodeos. One of his proudest moments after his passing will be when his name is on the benches right outside of the Rodeo Committee doors.
New things keep popping into my head as a write this. The times spent at The Broadmoore with Rotary. The years of watching him build fireworks displays with the Jaycees, the dollhouse he built for me, the balance beam he built for Amanda. Hearing over and over, “If you’re gonna be dumb you better be tough.” It is easy to forget these moments through the hectic times of adult life, and I could probably go on writing for hours. I am going to stop now though, and enjoy these thoughts on the inside of my head.
My dad was a giver. He was a wonderful man who more often than not wore his heart on his sleeve. His love for his family will not be missed, because it is carried on through his children and grandchildren, and he had enough for everyone else to carry it on too. The love has not gone anywhere. We will miss you Dad/ Grandpa Sharptooth/ Uncle Bingo. Thank you for all you taught us.
Patricia M. “Pat” Holmes: 1929 – 2024
Patricia M. “Pat” Holmes, beloved mother, grandmother, great and great-great -grandmother, and cherished aunt and friend, passed away peacefully at the age of 95 on December 15, 2024, at Davis Hospice in Cheyenne, Wyoming, surrounded by her loving family. She was born on February 12, 1929, in Cheyenne. Pat’s compassionate spirit and nurturing nature touched the lives of all who were fortunate enough to know her.
A proud graduate of Saint Mary’s High School in Cheyenne, Pat pursued her passion for helping others by obtaining a Registered Nurse degree from Saint Joseph Hospital in Denver. Her career as a dedicated registered nurse spanned many years, primarily at DePaul Hospital and Memorial Hospital in Cheyenne, where she provided care and comfort to countless patients as she raised nine children. After her retirement, Pat continued to share her skills and support by working at Sheet Metal Products and Schrader’s Funeral Home.
Pat was known not only for her professional accomplishments but also for her warm heart and loving demeanor. She found joy in life’s simple pleasures, from knitting and reading to attending daily Mass at Saint Mary’s Cathedral and volunteering at her church. A great storyteller, she enjoyed reminiscing about her life and making sure that every family member received a birthday card, a testament to her deep love and thoughtfulness. Pat held a special place in her heart for each of her children’s unique gifts and personalities, which filled her life with laughter and cherished memories.
Her unwavering faith and devotion extended beyond her immediate family. Pat believed herself to be immensely blessed by the friendships she cultivated throughout her life and took great delight in phone calls and gathering with those she loved. She was known for her warm smile and great sense of humor, which brightened the lives around her.
Pat leaves behind an extensive family who cherished her deeply. Her children: Tim Holmes (Laura), Tami Tindall, Bill Holmes (Anne), Marian Holmes, Francis Holmes (Patsy), Jon Holmes, Joe Holmes, Diana Wallace (Jeff), and Janel Tiley (Randy) carry forward her legacy of love. She was a proud grandmother to Justin Holmes, Josh and Zach Brown, Katie Smith, Steve and Brandon Scott, Kyle and Kristopher Holmes, Jeremy and Annie Wallace, Delaney Simon, and Kala Wills. Additionally, she was blessed with sixteen great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandson who brought her immeasurable joy. Pat’s close-knit family also included her nieces: Deb (Ron) Webber, Vicki (Bill) Bannon, Kathy (Dan) Colibri; and nephews: Tom (Edy) Homan, David (Theresa) Holmes, Danny (Dana) Holmes, as well as many great-nieces-and-nephews who will remember her fondly.
Pat was preceded in death by her father, Thomas Alloysis Seals; her mother, Ida T. Seals; her sisters: Marian Elizabeth Seals, and Ellen Carol Seals Homan; son-in-law, Steve Tindall; and a great-grandbaby. Their memory will always remain in the hearts of those who loved them.
Pat spent her later years living with her daughter, Marian. The family is truly grateful for the care and love she provided.
In honoring Patricia M. “Pat” Holmes, family and friends are invited to celebrate her remarkable life. Visitation and rosary will take place on December 27, 2024, at St. Mary’s Cathedral in Cheyenne at 7 p.m. The funeral service will be held the following day, December 28, 2024, at the same location, beginning at 9 a.m. followed by her burial at Olivet Cemetery at 10:30 a.m. A reception will follow at Hartman Hall.
Pat will forever be remembered as a kind-hearted and nurturing soul who gave so much of herself to others. Her legacy of love, dedication to family, and unwavering faith will continue to inspire those whose lives she touched.
Damien Elric Hughes: 1988 – 2024
Damien Elric Hughes, 36, of Cheyenne, Wyoming passed at Swedish Healthone hospital in Englewood, Colorado on December 15. He was born February 9,1988, in Cheyenne Wyoming to Tony Hughes and Carmelita Sandoval. Damien was preceded in death by his father, Tony Hughes; grandparents, Sonia Hughes, Bobby Hughes, Tiodorita Martinez and Adolph Martinez.
Damien leaves behind his daughter, Lita Hughes; wife, Shelby Hughes; parents, Carmelita and Jose Sandoval; sister, Natasha Vigil; and his nephews, Devin Vigil, Drake Vigil and Ampelio Arangure. Services will be held at Saint Joseph’s Catholic Church in Cheyenne, Wyoming on Monday December 23 at 10:30 a.m.
Amanda Jane Jagoditsh (Walts): 1967 – 2024
Amanda Jane Jagoditsh (Walts), 57, of Granite Canyon, Wyoming, passed away on December 13, 2024, after a valiant battle against cancer.
Amanda was born August 26, 1967, at Lyster Army Hospital, in Fort Rucker, Alabama. She lived and visited many places throughout her life including Alabama, Illinois, Tennessee, Nebraska, Arkansas, Missouri, Georgia, Oklahoma, and even a small town in Germany. She settled in Wyoming after she met and married Dan Jagoditsh. They wed on December 31, 2014, at New Testament Church in Cheyenne. She was dedicated to Dan, showing up to say “I do,” even though it was five degrees below zero that day!
Amanda’s first big job in her work history was as a devoted mom to two wonderful children. Once the kids got older, she joined the workforce and excelled in roles that involved working with people. Few could compete with her ability to connect with others and find unique solutions for anyone seeking her assistance. Whether it was finding the perfect insurance policy or building a new website for a small business, Amanda approached every task as an opportunity to connect to someone with warmth and kindness.
Amanda was strong-willed both professionally and personally. Her mom described her as stubborn as a child, and that stubbornness grew to become a strength in life. Her determination served her well to succeed professionally and empowered her to fight with steadfast courage against a terminal diagnosis for four years. She persevered mightily as she continued to overcome each round of chemo, each radiation treatment, and many other obstacles thrown her way.
She’s survived by her husband, Dan Jagoditsh; son, Josh Baker; daughter, Laura Reed; stepdaughters, Demi Jagoditsh, and Peyton Smith; grandson, Austin Reed; granddaughter, Grey Smith; father, Jack Walts; mother, Susan Shelton; grandmother, Jane Walts; half-siblings: Ellie Puckett, Matt Ziegler, and Sheila Bush; and step-siblings: Michelle Biggart, Mark Petersen, and Tami Oakes. She is also survived by a host of loving relatives and friends.
A memorial service will be held at 12 p.m. Saturday, January 18, 2025, at Cheyenne Elks Lodge #660, located at 100 East 17th Street, Cheyenne, Wyoming 82001.
Amanda loved trees and was regularly trying to plant various species at her home in Granite Canyon, Wyoming. In lieu of flowers or donations, we ask that you plant a tree in her honor.
Chalkie Donald Langley Sr.: 1940 – 2024
Chalkie Donald Langley Sr., affectionately known as “The Chalk,” was born on November 1, 1940, in Washington, D.C. He peacefully departed this world at home on December 16, 2024, after bravely battling cancer. A devoted father and husband, Chalkie’s legacy is carried on by his loving children: Preston Tate Langley Sr., Chalkie D. Langley Jr., and Tonya E. Langley. His beloved wife, Joyce A. Langley, predeceased him, having shared in a beautiful journey of love and partnership that spanned many years.
Chalkie’s life was marked by dedication and service, both to his family and his country. As a proud Navy veteran, he served for over two decades in the United States Navy and the Wyoming Army National Guard. His military service instilled in him a profound sense of duty and honor, traits that he carried into every aspect of his life.
Beyond the uniforms he wore, Chalkie was a guiding light to many. He took great pride in his role as a Scout Master for Troop 396, leading young minds with patience and encouragement. Chalkie’s commitment to serving others extended into his work as a retired Chaplain of the American Veterans Motorcycle Club in Wyoming, where he found camaraderie and purpose among fellow veterans. His presence was a source of strength and faith within the community, embracing his role as a Deacon at the Seventh Day Adventist Church in Cheyenne, helping those in need and fostering a spirit of connection.
Family memories revolve around their deep love for motorcycles, a passion that ran through the Langley lineage. It is a cherished memory that they traversed God’s beautiful country together, sharing thrills on the open road. Indeed, being part of the American Veterans Motorcycle Club gave Chalkie a sense of pride and belonging, where he rode alongside his family, celebrating life and friendship with tireless enthusiasm.
Among the many accomplishments that Chalkie held dear, his heart swelled with pride for his Christian bookstore in Kimball, Nebraska. There, he engaged with the community, hosting Bible studies and generously providing free Bibles to those seeking spiritual guidance. His faith was the cornerstone of his life, and he devoted his time to spreading the love of God and making a positive impact in the lives of others.
Chalkie’s kindness knew no bounds; he was a man who would give his shirt off his back and the shoes off his feet for anyone in need. His gentle spirit and selfless nature left an indelible mark on all who had the privilege to know him.
As we gather to honor Chalkie Donald Langley Sr., we reflect on a life filled with love, service, and unwavering faith. He will be deeply missed by his family, friends, and all whose lives he touched. A viewing will take place on December 30, 2024, from 3 to 4:30 p.m. at Schrader, Aragon and Jacoby Funeral Home in Cheyenne, Wyoming. On December 31, 2024, a funeral service is set to begin at 12 p.m., followed by a graveside service at Cheyenne National Cemetery at 2 p.m.
In remembering Chalkie, let us carry on his legacy of love and kindness, ensuring that his spirit continues to inspire us.
Dawson James McCuin: 2001 – 2024
On a clear sunny afternoon in Converse County, the laughter of Dawson James McCuin echoed for the last time on December 14, 2024, silenced by a tragic accident that has left a profound void in the hearts of those who were graced by his vibrant spirit. Born on February 23, 2001, in Elko, Nevada, Dawson was destined to be a beacon of joy and a son of adventures, captivating everyone with his stunning smile and an infectious laugh that could brighten even the stormiest of days.
From a young age, Dawson displayed a zest for life that few could rival. Graduating from Campbell County High School in 2019, his relentless pursuit of the cowboy way of life, propelled him to Butler Professional Farrier School, where he honed his craft. In 2021, he founded a successful farrier business. Just three short years later, in 2024, he gladly embraced a role with Neo Insulation, stepping into each new chapter with his heart wide open.
Dawson’s spirit was fueled by his profound love for the great outdoors. Whether team roping with friends, casting a line into tranquil waters, or racing down snowy slopes, each moment was a testament to his adventurous soul. To say Dawson was the life of every party would be the understatement of a century. Those who shared a sunset, a fishing trip, or a round of laughter with him would attest to his ability to transform the ordinary into moments of sheer magic.
Above all, however, Dawson cherished his family. His beloved partner, Cheyenne Flores, held a special place in his heart, their bond woven with the threads of devotion and love that was clear to all. Together, they welcomed their beautiful daughter, Wyomi Blu, who became Dawson’s greatest pride and joy. Their connection was undeniable, a duo intertwined not just by blood but by a shared understanding that transcended words — a reflection of his own soul mirrored in her eyes.
Dawson’s family was indeed his greatest accomplishment, a sacred bond that filled his life with meaning. He leaves behind his devoted parents, Kim and Jim McCuin; his supportive sister, DaleRae Jones; and loving grandparents, Gail and Bernard Jones; alongside numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins who will carry forth his legacy of laughter and love.
As we gather to honor Dawson’s life, the world feels a bit dimmer without his brilliance. His exuberant personality, the adventurous spirit, and the laughter that resonated in every room now exist as echoes in our hearts. Family and friends are invited to pay their respects at Schrader, Aragon and Jacoby Funeral Home (2222 Russell Ave, Cheyenne, Wy 82001), on December 27, 2024. Viewing will take place from 12 to 2 p.m., followed by a celebrated funeral service from 2 to 3 p.m. Reception following at The Buckle Club (Cheyenne Frontier Days Park 1230 West 8th Avenue), final tribute for a soul who embraced life so fully.
Though Dawson has left the physical world, he remains a permanent part of us, forever remembered in the smiles of those he touched and the love he spread. As we navigate the void he has left, let us hold dearly to the joyous memories and the beautiful light he brought into our lives, for all who knew him are undeniably better for it.
In lieu of flowers please make donations to The Dawson McCuin Memorial Fund for the Care of Wyomi McCuin being held at Banner Capital; 4007 Greenway Street; PO Box 20090: Cheyenne, WY 82003 (307)433-1555.
Julie James Pluhowy: 1958 – 2024
Julie James Pluhowy, 66, of Cheyenne, died on December 18, 2024.
She was born on August 7, 1958 in Aurora, Colorado.
After graduating from Aurora Central high school, Julie studied Archaeology at Ft. Lewis College in Durango and Anthropology at University of Colorado Denver. She went on to do field work in Northern Colorado/ Southern Wyoming where she met her husband, James Clark Miller. She later became a Highway research technician for Western Research Institute, researching various Asphaults for the FHA. In her later years she spent time with goodwill of Colorado and Wyoming, helping improve the lives of those with special needs.
Julie was an avid high/dark fantasy lover, cat lady, and enjoyed collecting rocks, troll dolls and ladybug trinkets.
She is survived by her sister, Susie Jane Maddox; and son, Glenn Russel Miller.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Robert Walter James and Violet Jane Herman; and her first husband, James Clark Miller.
Patricia M. Van Horn: 1933 – 2024
Rose Van Horn, long time resident of Cheyenne, passed away December 15. Her gracious smile and caring ways will long be remembered by her friend and family.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Robert, and daughter, Debra.
In honoring her wishes there will be no funeral services.
Linda Margaret Willson: 1961 – 2024
Linda passed away peacefully at home under hospice care surrounded by some of her family and grandson.
On December 5, she was admitted to the Emergency Room with very low sodium level and feeling terrible. Then she went to the ICU and general ward at CRMC before we asked for her to come home where we could take care of her in the comfort of her own house.
Her condition continued to deteriorate, and we decided on Monday, December 16 to enroll her in hospice where they could provide comfortable care for her end of life.
Linda’s health had been on the decline for a while and recently had a vascular stent inserted into her leg, but the pain continued in her feet and legs. Walking became difficult and while shopping used the mobile carts.
She leaves behind her brother, Marc, who is in Scotland and three sons: Ivan, Jayson and Jean-Paul and their families and husband Ivan.
We are grateful that Linda is now out of pain and no longer suffering and she left us peacefully, after her final rest at home.
Marc was able to visit Linda in July for three weeks. All of her sons and families were able to visit over the weekend and say their final farewell, hold her hands and tell her that they love her.
Linda loved animals and she also leaves behind two beautiful Bengal cats, that she adored. If you want to give a donation to the Cheyenne Animal Shelter, she will smile from heaven about that.
Linda loved to quilt and work with cloth and cut out patterns and sew her design back together.
She learned how to ride a motorcycle and was an active member of the Wyoming Harley Owners and Riding Enthusiasts, although later she preferred to ride on the back of Ivan’s, Ultra Classic and she gave up riding herself. She liked to go with on outdoor trips for hunting, fishing and camping.
Linda was born in South Africa and moved with her family to Cheyenne in 1996. She worked as a para-legal for the State of Wyoming, Public Defender, and various attorneys in Cheyenne.
Linda was married to Ivan for 40 years and had just celebrated their anniversary in September.
In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to The Cheyenne Animal Shelter.
