Delfino Olivas

OLIVAS, DELFINO L. 77, husband of Viola Olivas, father of Del, Marilyn, Sandra and Shirlyna and 8 grandchildren. Brother of Estella, Gilbert, John and Joe, numerous relatives and many friends. Visitation Sunday 1-4, Newcomer Funeral Home, 190 N. Potomac, Mass Monday, 10:00 am at St. Francis de Sales Church, 301 S. Sherman St, to be honored at Ft. Logan National Cemetery at 12:30 Monday afternoon at Staging Area B.

Delfino Lazaro Olivas was born in Pueblo on March 14th, 1933. He was the fourth child born of 1 sister and 4 brothers by parent's Joseph and Margarita Olivas. Delfino grew up in Walsenburg, Colorado where he went to school. At the age of 18 years old, he and his friends left for San Diego where they joined the Navy. He served his country during the Korean War for four years until 1954. He returned to Walsenburg where he met his destiny. He met a good looking lady named Viola. Only after dating 9 months, they married and started their new life together. They moved to Denver where he had several jobs until he was hired at the Denver Mint until his retirement in 1988. During those years they had 4 children, Del the only son, Marilyn, Sandra and Shirlyna. Boy did that suck for Del the son. Dad was active in all his kid's sports as well as his own activities. His favorite sports were softball and volleyball which he played until he was 70 years old. Delfino had his hands full in his earlier years when grandkids started popping up. Angela, Sabrina, Nick, Brittany, Joey, Kristi, Wesley and Ashley all spent many special times with him and was close to all of them in his own way. One of dad's favorite things was to drink beer. Boy he loved beer with salt, tomato juice or peanuts in it. One of our favorite memories of our dad was him trying to jump the creek at Washington Park. He took off running, "tried" to stop and fell in. Too bad there was no camera, it would have made Funniest Home Videos. Grandpa tried endless times to convince his grandchildren to go to Walsenburg and look for "la llorona." An urban legend, "but true to him," that you could hear a lady crying for her dead baby by the river along the railroad tracks but funny that it only happened late at night. One of our fondest memories of dad was when we were kids, the ice cream truck would come around. He would tell us to hurry and come outside to get some ice cream. When that truck was at our house, he was first in line. Then, there were the times we would go clothes shopping, he would chase us around with baby shoes telling us to try them on. He was always the jokester. For everyone who knew our dad – he will always be in yours and our hearts!
WE LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!!!!!