Revised on January 10th, 2026
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Eulogies to Deceased Denver Mining Club Members
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The following are Eulogies to honor deceased members of the Denver Mining Club.
Additional entries, changes and/or deletions will be made upon request.
Updates will be made as additional information is acquired.
This summary is presented in honor of distinguished members of the
Denver Mining Club
as a public service to the mining community and is not an endorsement.
Howard Bachman, longterm member of the Denver Mining Club, and friend of all,
died at home on night of Thursday, December 27th, 2,001.
Discovered by friend, Jordan Sawdo, on morning of 28th.
Viewing was held on Wednesday, 48 p.m. and Funeral Service was held on Thursday at 3 p.m.,
both at Olinger Wadsworth Mortuary, 7495 West 29th Avenue
(NE corner of 29th & Wadsworth).
SHARING THOUGHTS
about
Howard C. Bachman
Eulogy Delivered
by
Jordan Sawdo
Writing a few words about your thoughts and memories of a departed friend is never simple;
nor can you find all the words you need to express your true emotions. Can you think clearly
about thirty years of friendship and recall the "politicallycorrect" things to say
about a person's life? As with any true friend, you suggest, you praise, you even criticize,
and argue, but there exists a bond of understanding and support.
Yes, he knew he irritated a few when he would elaborate or discuss any subject, but he honestly
was wellversed on many subjects, as well as excelling in the technical. A genius of sorts,
but then a "gentle giant" with a big heart to those who knew him.
He appreciated debate; he wanted people to listen, and he called several people several times a day.
My number on his automatic dialer was #9. I can still hear his answering machine message.
I have to say: "Thanks, Howard!" for pushing me into computers by selling me your old one!
But now, how am I going to ask you how to operate the darn thing?
Many of us can say "Thank you!" for so many nice things you've done.
Howard C. Bachman was born in Denver on November 16th, 1934, attended South High School,
and then New Mexico State University at Las Cruces.
Howard's Achievements were many and varied, including:
- An expert pilot, who owned his own plane
- Active in the Civil Air Patrol
- A competent Kayaker
- A "Caver" honored by the NSS Caving Society of Spelunkers
- Honored for a mine rescue, etc., and
- Active in the Lakewood Police Auxilliary
Howard's Memberships displayed his diverse interests & expertise:
- Stereo and Photography Group
- Microscope Club
- The "Old Goats"
- The "Masons"
- The "Shriners", and
- The Model T Club (He drove his Model T in parades.)
Howard's real fascination and love was minerals and crystals. He was a member of the:
- Colorado Mineral Society
- Colorado Springs Mineral Club
- Denver Mining Club
- Dinosaur Ridge
- Flatirons Mineral Club
- Friends of Mineralogy
- Littleton Mineral Club
- Rams, and
- Western Interior Paleontological Society.
Howard was an expert electronics and instrument repair technician at Rocky Flats, from which he retired.
He was especially proud of his membership in the really elite Society of Criticality Engineers,
composed of those professionals whose job was to prevent uncontrolled nuclear reactions from occurring.
He had many memorable days with Bill Chirnside working the claim in Utah, digging anywhere for minerals
and crystals, but especially in his beloved Leadville area. Our trips together to Tucson were very eventful!!
SO many stories to tell about his life, his expertise at oil painting and repairing anything anyone would
bring to him. Yes, he had any tool you needed in his garage! His things in the garage, etc., were not
"junk": they all had a purpose and meaning.
In his leisure moments, Howard would listen to quality music and spend many a dropin hour at
Red and Green Minerals
talking with Denzil.
If I could, I would have his Scottish Heritage Bagpipers embrace him with the sounds of
"Amazing Grace" and carry his amazing soul to the heavens.
Jordan Sawdo
Leonard W. "Bill" Heiny, longterm member of the Denver Mining Club, and friend of all,
died on Friday, March 22nd, 2,002.
The Funeral Service was held on Wednesday, March 27th at 12 o'clock, noon, at Olinger Chapel Hill
Mortuary, with interment at the Olinger Chapel Hill Cemetery, Garden of Gethsemane. Pallbearers were James,
Andrew and Robert Broaddus; Thomas and Larry Brubaker; and John McCoy.
SHARING THOUGHTS
about
Leonard W. "Bill" Heiny
Services
Bill was born in Appleton, Colorado, on January 1st, 1923 and died in Denver on March 22nd, 2002.
Officiating was the Reverend Lynne Butler of the United Church in Idaho Springs.
Music was by Jon Orndorff: "The Lord's Prayer", "Sing a Song of Harvest Home", and, by his sons,
Bill and Kris, "Silver Haired Daddy."
Eulogy Delivered
by
Marilyn Heiny
Bill Heiny was a lucky man.
Of course, hard work contributed mightily to his luck. It was his good fortune to work as a geologist, a job that he
dearly loved, and to spend his career mostly in the Rocky Mountain states, an area which he also dearly loved.
Although his job would take him all over the world, he was always glad to return to this region. He would often say
with amazement: "They pay me to do this job!".
Love of his family and the pleasure he took in association with friends roundedout his life. He particularly
enjoyed the mining club meetings, both the Clear Creek group and the
Denver Mining Club. It was great fun for Bill to rehash with fellow geologists the
halcyon days of oil and mineral exploration.
Rocks and the West held his fascination and passion. He began collecting rocks when he was four years old and
accompanied his grandparents on rock hunting trips. He continued to spend his free time searching for rocks, cutting
and polishing them. His collection is extensive and impressive and he could recount the history of each
rock. When he was a boy and didn't know the word 'geology,' he told his dad that he wanted to work with rocks
when he was 'grownup.' His dad answered: "Fine, if you can earn a living doing it!".
Bill did, and what a wonderful life he had doing it!
These brief remarks display the essence of Bill's being.
Donald F. "Don" Kidd, longterm member of the Denver Mining Club, and friend of all,
died on September 21st, 2,004.
EULOGY
Donald F. Kidd, formerly of Anchorage, was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma October 23, 1933 to Chester and Katherine Kidd.
He was the youngest of three children, preceded in death by his brother Harold and both parents. He passed from
this life on September 21, 2004.
Don's work as a geophysicist took the family all around the country. In addition to Alaska, the family called
communities in Colorado, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, California, Mississippi and Louisiana home at one time or
another. Don also traveled working throughout the world. Among others, he worked in Tanzania, South Africa, Egypt,
Madagascar, Syria and China. His travels abroad left him with many new friends and appreciation of other cultures.
He was working on developing marketable strategies for the use of zeolites in gas transportation, and
environmental remedies in agricultural uses. His family notes that "Dad was not afraid to take risks. He lived
life to the fullest. He is much loved and will be greatly missed."
Don was diagnosed with "Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis" in 1998, falling ill with the disease in July 2004.
He had been extremely blessed with good health up until that time. He spent the early part of July in Alaska in a
family effort to build his youngest daughter a cabin.
In addition to many inlaws, nieces, nephews and their families throughout the country, Don is survived by
sister Barbara Sharp, sisterinlaw Dorothy Kidd, both of Tulsa, Oklahoma as well as his wife of near
50 years, Laura Blanche, and their 7 children and families, Karen Owens, Montana, Cheryl Bird, Texas, Michelle
Church, Diane Bixby and Kirsten Kidd, all of Alaska, Donald Kidd II, Colorado, David Kidd, Florida and
14 grandchildren.
A Mass of Christian Burial was held in his home town of Centennial, Colorado on September 24, 2004. The
family asks that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation, 1440 West Washington
Blvd., Chicago, Illinois, 60607.
Doris Bremner Smith, Officer and longterm member of the Denver Mining Club
SHARING THOUGHTS
about
Doris Bremner Smith
Eulogy Delivered
by her Daughter
Marilyn Smith Chang
Born in 1913, Doris Bremner grew up outside of Boston in a family of Scots immigrants.
She graduated an RN from the New England Deaconess Hospital School of Nursing. Winning high honors gained her several assignments nursing with several well known MDs. However, this was not enough and she headed to Denver and the University of Colorado for an advanced degree in psychiatric nursing. This endeavor was short lived.
Convinced by a friend to go to Uravan, Colorado, to practice nursing in a real mining camp, off Doris went, thriving on the adventure of the "Wild and Wooley West." In 1940, Uravan was quite wild, especially for a young, "proper Bostonian girl."
One day, riding her horse, she spotted a handsome young mining engineer swimming in the Delores River. A year later, she became Mrs. Fred L. Smith.
The couple's first home was high among the Sierras in Bishop, California. After Bishop, they moved to Colorado Springs where Fred "did something" at Peterson Air Field. Here, Doris and Fred became Mom and Dad. They repeated this in Lark, Utah, when my brother, Donald, was born.
With two children and the end of the War, life became more settled, at least for Mom, although she continued to see Dad off to many in her words, God forsaken places, both in the US and abroad. Often, if place and time permitted, she packed up her two children and we all joined Dad for the school vacation adventures Mom could relate so well.
When not meeting rattle snakes in New Mexico or navigating a treacherous canyon trail in Utah, Mom took an active part in the community, shepherding Blue Birds and Cub Scouts, visiting a nearby nursing home, and crusading to identify and punish child molesters in elementary schools. The latter occurred years and years before the problem came before the public.
Later, she sat on the local water board before the family moved to Wheatridge, Colorado. Here, Mom took on a large company attempting to foist a gravel pit on the community. The project ended with the company's lawyer muttering, "That Smith woman is too shrewd for us." That coup led her ultimately to sit on the Wheatridge Personnel Board, a position she held for many years.
Along with her community service, Mom had been since the '40s a longstanding member of the Women's Auxiliary of the American Institute of Mining Engineers (WAAIME). She felt strongly about its scholarship program and took part in fostering and furthering it.
As we children grew more independent, Mom began again to travel with Dad to meetings and conferences. When the nest became empty, she devoted her energy and expertise in new areas.
An interest in genealogy and working at the Denver Art Museum's textile department were two of these new activities. Her extracurricular passion, however, was volunteering at the Colorado School of Mine's Lakes Library. Here she served, planning and helping to create the library's many exhibits.
Before Dad died in 1987, Mom directed her efforts and loyalty to the Denver Mining Club. Of all her activities, this one was especially dear to her heart and she took her post as historian very seriously.