Fredrick "Fred" KRUGER

GO WEST YOUNG MAN (Poem Written in Memory of Feddie Kruger) I hear the song of Montana Where rivers run to the sky, Where the Powder River spreads its wings Where the eagle dares to fly. I'll follow the song of Colorado Where the wind has a million hands, Where the cougar leaves no footprints, In valleys where the cottonwoods stand. I feel the winds of the Dakotas And smell the burning sage, Across the Snake where...

I remember Freddie and I as teenagers driving around in in my 37 Plymouth with bald tires...skiing in Georgetown. He always beat me at chess, a terrific player and a rugged outdoorsman. I will miss him. Mac Glenn

In loving memory of such a wonderful man. I will always remember the many good times and the fun and laughter that always happened whenever spending time with Fred and Laurie. See you on the flip side Fred. My deepest condolences to you, Laurie.

I'm so sorry to hear of Fred's passing, Laurie. I always enjoyed working with him at Crux. My condolences.

So long ol friend. May your final journey be a safe one. We sure had some good times back in the 70's. You will be missed. Laurie girl, you have my deepest condolences. Vance

Laurie, we are so sorry about Fred. Your old neighbors, Bob and Debbie

Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. Remembering you and your loved one today and always.