Paul Platis
1944 - 2020
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Paul Platis
11/21/44 - 7/25/20
In his own words: "Paul was removed due to kidney cancer and other complications. Thankfully no pain, but funny symptoms due to brain malfunctioning. Weird. I thought I controlled my brain. Your brain controls you and it really doesn't know what the heck it is doing. It just does what it does."
Our wonderful father, grandfather, husband, brother, uncle and friend was born in Price, Utah, to Gust (from Greece) and Matilda (from Austria) Platis, a twin and #12 of 13 children. He was drafted by the Army and served in Thailand during the Vietnam War from 1965-67. Once home, he married Kathy Anhder in 1968 and had his first child, Jennifer. Paul graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Landscape Architecture in 1973. The family then moved to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, where he worked for Alberta Provincial Parks, designing campgrounds and fish stations. He also formed his own landscaping business for a few years. In 1974, his second child, Matthew, was born. Paul lived and worked in Canada from 1973-1988 before returning to Logan, Utah. He married Pauline Jonsson in 1992, had another son, Nathan, and lived in North Logan for the remainder of his life.
Family mattered most to Paul, especially his children. (Be careful, be careful, be careful!) Serving food, eating food, and making sure you were more than adequately fed, showed how much he loved you. He spent many hours lovingly preparing bountiful feasts, whether they were steaks, BBQ, deep fried turkey, or his beloved Greek cuisine. Following his mother's example, Paul always made sure he had back up food, too, whether it was pizza, spaghetti, etc. There was always enough dessert as well, especially pies, including his infamous cranberry pie! You would always leave his house with more food than what you originally ate. During these gatherings, he would always want to play cards, and eat some more. He would always cheat with Greek Rummy (a Platis tradition), and then we would eat some more!
He also enjoyed spending time with his family outdoors. He loved to fish, hunt, and kayak. Paul especially enjoyed geology and prospecting for gold. A major highlight was swamping with Dave on a Grand Canyon raft trip.
Paul was a kind and gentle soul. He was a hard worker even if he disliked his job or the task assigned to him. Because of respect for others and his willingness to serve, he was respected at work and was someone others counted on. Although, in his own words, "I can spot a narcissist, sociopath, or bullcrapper. I have disassociated with them as it's a waste of my time to talk to redundancy," Paul was always willing to lend a helping hand.
Paul had a strong faith in God. Shortly after his cancer diagnosis, he was reading the Bible, looked up and exclaimed, "I finally get it!" Since that time, he has been at peace and looked forward to being reunited and rejoicing with those who preceded him in death: his parents, his brothers and sisters George, John, Nick, Helen, and Bessie, and with great anticipation, his grandson Dax (died at age 15).
Survivors (as Paul put it): his brothers and sisters Vange, Chris, Mary, Connie, Tom, Paulette, and Dean. Wife: Pauline. Children: Jennifer (Justin Olsen), Matthew (Kristy), and Nathan. Grandchildren: Jillian, Logan, Jace and new baby Brinly Leia.
We love and think of you daily and will see you again!
Due to current circumstances and per Paul's wishes, there will be no services. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to his grandson's foundation to benefit students in need (Logan Schools Foundation, 101 W. Center St., Logan, UT, 84321), Gossner Cancer Clinic, or Community Nursing Services Senior Wish program.
The family would like to express our gratitude for all the medical professions who assisted Paul, especially Community Nursing Services Home Health and Hospice, Dr. Luzny, Dr. Richard Johnson, Dr. Jaden Evans. We would also like to give our deep heartfelt thanks to his sister-in-law, Barbara, who traveled from Canada and has spent the last three months graciously by his side.
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Published in Logan Herald Journal from Jul. 30 to Aug. 1, 2020.
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August 10, 2020
We were in the Class of 1973, Landscape Architecture and Environmental Planning at Utah State University in Logan, Utah. Paul was older than most of us and took on the reign, becoming at least in our eyes, as the “Philosopher King”. He was always a solid designer and serious when talking to our professors who were actually closer in age to him than we were—he seemed able to speak more as a peer during the design critiques that we endured regularly. When he first joined our class, he was very quiet, reserved, but always willing to interact on a formal, professional basis. Then... our class went on a “Wilderness Experience” field trip to Southern Utah where, in 3 University vans of eight, we camped, hiked and explored. Our van of eight were the class rebels and we plotted our own course, arriving at the pre-selected meeting places for the whole class, more or less on time, but the rest of the time we took off on our own. We all got to know each other very well in those eight glorious days experiencing the splendors of Southern Utah. This is when Paul became the beloved “Philosopher King”.

Paul’s first high-class act of kindness was when he took us all to his house in Price at the start of the trip and to the cafe his family owned. He confidently introduced this rough-looking long-haired(for those days) group of strangers to his mom and dad, who were very kind. His mom immediately offered, in the middle of the afternoon, to cook us a Greek dinner. We declined as a dinner for eight of us seemed a too large of a stretch of hospitality, but we went down to the cafe and ordered an amazing lunch there. Such kindness that family had! If we were okay with Paul, we were okay with his parents.

Paul was always smoking his ever-present pipe, looking like a cross between a British rock star and Bing Crosby. Jet black, properly cut, straight hair and dramatic sunglasses—he WAS the movie star. He had a quiet, unflappable manner: soft-spoken, never complaining, with never more words than required but usually with a surprise mirthful ending. We all hit it off and had an incredible time on this wild trip—and there was always the calm steady presence of Paul. We imagined ourselves as a traveling band of hippie rock-star designers and posed as a group more than once for our fantasy “album covers.” We scaled dizzying heights and traversed narrow ledges along sheer thousand-foot cliffs. We made our way up tiny footholds carved into red rock to Anasazi cliff dwellings hundreds of feet above the trail and petroglyphs became a daily graphic delight. After our adventures Paul would sit at the campfire at night, adding the one- or two-word flourishes at the end of a story that would crack us all up, including himself. He had funny advice when asked and the ability to do whatever athletic endeavors were needed, never complaining even though he was skinny as a rail!

In our van, one late night, we were trying to take a short cut “scenic route” to make a meeting with the rest of the class. The scenic route was shown on our map as an unimproved but through road. It was not only not improved, but after many bumpy hours we came upon the blasting stakes showing where the road would be completed... someday. Then...we ran out of gas: no civilization, just stars and darkness. We were many, many miles from Boulder, Utah, the nearest town which was then a tiny little hamlet: no restaurant and one pay phone. So we made camp that night right there by the van in the desert.

Spring on the desert—it was freezing, and I remember Paul, blanket over his head, pipe sticking out, shivering seated by the campfire. Then...voices!? Female voices all of a sudden, out of nowhere, then flashlights! It was a BYU women’s survival class who had seen our fire! We couldn’t believe our luck. Ten beautiful women had materialized out of the desert wilderness. What were the odds? Both of our groups had not bathed in a number of days and yet all of the women looked glamorous to us aged twenty-something, men. The women surveyed the situation and immediately fell for quiet, handsome, smiling Paul. We were all trying to be very cool and suave. They saw Paul shivering and went over immediately and hugged him and cuddled with him to help him get warm. He had made no “moves” whatsoever on the women like the rest of us awkwardly attempted to do (he was after all, a married man). Nope, they were taken with only Paul who simply smiled that charismatic smile, sat under his blanket and cooly waited for their attention. He was then and evermore THE PHILOSOPHER KING...

Paul would have gotten the Mr. Congeniality award for not only that trip, but also in the upcoming long days and nights of our grueling course work in the LAEP studio. Paul was now our brand new, charismatic, kind, thoughtful and hilariously quietly humorous shining star.

We are so proud and lucky to have gotten to know and admire such a talented human as our Philosopher King. Our sincerest condolences go out to the family. Until we meet again P. Platis, we salute you!

Bob Bissland, Al Cooksey, Ralph Mize, and Dan Wilson
L.A.E.P. Class of ‘73

Left to right, back row: Bob Bissland, Paul Platis, J. Robert Behling, Al Cooksey.Front row: Ralph Mize, Chuck Killpack, Jim Ahrens, Dan ”Appleman” Wilson.
Robert P Bissland
August 5, 2020
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Connie Saccomanno
August 4, 2020
My heart was saddened to hear of my Uncle Paul’s passing. Though our life’s journey distanced us, I often thought about our years growing up. I remember my uncle as being a quiet, compassionate person who was not shy about sharing his love with others. I pray that he will find a home I God’s kingdom. Eternal be his memory.☦
Ava Romero
August 4, 2020
Paul was my uncle, my dad's brother. He was only 6 years older than I was but I never thought of it like that until I got older. I have so many fun memories of him, with my Uncle Dean and Aunt Paulette. I remember being the excuse for leaving the house with them for an "ice cream" at the Milky Way, but really it was so they could go out and have a cigarette. I just felt cool being with them... His bedroom was always my favorite with the colored light bulbs and Ray Charles music playing. I was not supposed to go in Paul and Dean's room, but I did sneak in, occasionally, just to turn on the lights and music for a minute. I loved seeing Paul working the night shift in the cafe with his white jacket on. He was always so pleasant and fun to talk to and I loved his smile and chuckle. My husband, Bill, and I were in Logan going to Utah State when he lived there. We were lucky enough to tend Jennifer and Matthew occasionally and, also, spend time with him and his family. Then our lives got so busy and too much time went by without seeing him and I am sorry about that. He was a very gently soul and a good uncle and I hope that he meets up with my dad, John, and the rest of his family to go fishing together. There are so many stories to he can continue until we all see each other again. Your niece, Cookie
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August 4, 2020
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Mary Pope
July 31, 2020
Paul was my older brother by just two years. As a young boy I listened to his wisdom and experience and learned much from him. He taught me how to follow a mountain trail, how to climb sandstone slopes, and how to step on the stones in the creek to cross and not fall in. He taught me how to fish and to think like a Rainbow and a Cutthroat. He told me they were always looking to eat and it was up to me to present their meals to them in an irresistible way. I am seventy-three now and I think of Paul on every hike and I never make a cast upstream without considering his advice. Because of Paul I never slip on the trail or fall into the creek.
I will miss him, but I will always talk to him and consider his advice.
Dean Platis
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