One year ago, on Sept. 17th, 2012, My dad, John C. Becker passed away. He is survived by his daughter Anne, two grandsons Dustin & Darrin and his three sisters Donna, Mary & Judy. He was loved very much by his family, and is missed deeply. He was a very intelligent man, and was very well respected by those who knew him. My dad was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, on June 25th,1930. Right after graduating H.S. in 1948, he joined the U.S.Navy. He completed his training in Memphis, Tennessee as an Aviation Electronics Technician. Then after two years of service, and an honorable discharge, he joined the Naval Reserve as a midshipman, where he did training missions on the U.S.S. Wisconsin overseas for a year..In 1951, he entered the University of Nebraska. He studied Civil Engineering, and after four years, he graduated with a B.Sc. in engineering. In 1955, he moved to Colorado, where he worked as an Highway Engineer for the Bureau of Public Roads. His work on design and construction took him to North and South Dakota,Wyoming,Utah,New Mexico, and Texas. He even had special assignments in Illinois, and Washington D.C.
In 1961, he decided to move to Juneau, Alaska. Once there, he got a job with the Alaska Dept. of Hwys. It was there where he met my mom Patricia. In 1964 they were married, and a year later I was born. (Anne Becker) My dad worked with the Dept. of Hwys for many many years, before retiring in the eighties. He had a few other engineering jobs that kept him busy for awhile after retirement.
In 1979, my father and mother were divorced. My mother was relocated to Seattle,and she took me with her. I spent many summers staying with my dad in Juneau while I was young. I remember from a small child, my dad taking us out fishing. He loved to fish. I don't think there was ever a fishing derby he ever missed. So many good memories of us out there fishing, and coming home with a few good size salmon. Other than fishing. my dad had a passion for sports. He always had a game on either the T.V., or the radio, sometimes both. And many a Sunday would he be downtown at his favorite bar, having a few beers, and watching a game. One other passion my dad had, was listening to Opera. He had a very extensive collection of different opera singers from all over the world.
As time went by, we saw less of each other over the years, but we continued to talk to each other often. I know he loved me very much, and he adored his two grandsons. My dad was a great man. He was a loving grandfather, and brother. He is missed each and every day, and he will never be forgotten.
Published in The Juneau Empire on Sept. 19, 2013