James Nicholas "Nick" Roark

Growing up two blocks from Nicky on Salina. We knew each other from Kindergarten through high school.
What a sweet guy he was. He took me to my first sock hop. Always will remember my redheaded friend. Happy that he had such a loving family. RIP

Heather and family...

Losing a parent is one of life's most difficult transitions. May warm and positive memories help sustain and comfort you during this difficult time.

Marcia and Ted Ayres, Wichita, Kansas

Our Leave it to Beaver neighborhood was anchored by Miriam and Jean and my parents. Nick(y), Bobbie Jean, Terry and Dale were co-conspirators with my brothers and I. What great fun day-time, night-time and firefly memories that lasted for many years. When we weren´t at one another´s houses, in in our combined yard...chances are good that we were at Woodland church.
RIP, my long-ago buddy! Phil Bogner

Uncle Nick was a quiet spirit with a lovely soul. Always the handyman (I still vividly remember the set of bunkbeds he made that my sister and I slept in for years!), he was always tinkering with something or another. Never met a cat or dog he didn´t love and was always the one playing with little kids instead of sitting at the adult table. He was smart, witty, and loved his trains. I remember going on many bike rides with him, Bonnie, and my parents. Thanks for all the Mcdonalds trips when I was little - "salt on the pepper, pepper on the salt!"