Patricia Ann Lobb

The memorial service for Pat will take place at Olinger Mt. Lindo Cemetery, 5928 S. Turkey Creek Road in Morrison, CO at 2:00 p.m.. This is a unique cemetery in the foothills at the top of Mt. Lindo. Although the majority of the service will occur indoors, please note that the terrain and surroundings are considered rustic (portable restrooms are available). Therefore, those attending the service are encouraged to dress according to the enviornment. There will be a reception following the service at the Chapel of the Cross Mausoleum. Please contact Olinger Mt. Lindo Cemetery if you have any questions about the facility 303-771-3960, which is based out of our Olinger Chapel Hill Mortuary & Cemetery office.

Pat was born to Klaas Jacob Mulder Jr. and Dorothy Marie (Cunningham) Mulder in Denver, CO. She graduated from West High School in the class of 1962. She married M. Delbert Lobb II and they raised their four children in Englewood, CO. She was a homemaker and later a part-time school bus driver for Sheridan Public Schools then Littleton Public Schools. She married Stanley "Stan" Compton in 2000, with whom she lived in Englewood, CO until her death. "I'm a doer not a watcher" encompassed Pat’s philosophy for her life.

As a child, Pat was considered a “tom boy” because she played with the boys and was every bit as good as them in all the sports. She won all the blue ribbons on school field days. Unfortunately she lived years before “Title 9” was adopted and was not on any competitive teams. Pat was very popular with her classmates and was truly a natural leader. She may have been called a “tom boy” but didn’t really see herself that way. Pat could work all day building, constructing, painting, crafting or whatever else, then “dress to the nines” for a special event in the evening. She treasured her wardrobe and took pride in what she wore; seeing each outfit as an artistic design including her jewelry and hair bows, which was very pleasing to her mother who encouraged “lady-like” behavior.

Pat wanted others to experience life with her. She encouraged everyone else to share in adventure, or whatever else she thought they would like, and didn't take “no” for an answer; "C'mon...c'mon" she would repeat and repeat. “Pushing the envelope” was her style; she was not afraid to try anything. On one family alpine slide adventure she decided to avoid using the brake, took one corner so fast that she “flew” off the track and dislocated her shoulder. She swore that the track wasn’t designed well and that she should have been able to go that fast without flying off the track.

Pat enjoyed making summer break especially fun for her children. She designed crafts and activities including making “Kool-Aid ice cubes” to sell on the corner stand, and fostering a love for animals including rabbits, geese, chickens, frogs, guinea pigs and of course dogs; Thankfully not all at the same time! She made her home the place where all the neighborhood kids liked to gather because of all the neat equipment that she made sure her kids could play on; above ground 3-foot tall pool, trampoline, high bars, a sand box, swing set, and multiple other toys. They enjoyed “field trips” including tubing on Bear Creek stream and simple, but exciting, excursions going fast over the “dips” in the road on side streets so fast the kids would fly out of their seats (oh my, times of seat belts have changed!)

Family vacations were an integral part of her life. She was a participant, not just an observer, in all the activities that the family did; swimming, water skiing, alpine sliding, hiking, body-surfing in the ocean, riding amusement park rides, fishing, riding scooters and go-carts to name a few. She organized a small motor home that would comfortably sleep 4 people to accommodate her family of six including luggage, and toys of course, for 2 to 3 week vacations. The motor home was lovingly named, The “Lobb”-ster. After the motor home’s family vacation days were through, Pat turned it into one of the first, if not the first, mobile dog grooming vehicles.

She was a loyal and dependable mom. She wasn’t a hovering sort of mom but would always stand up for her kids. She loved assisting Santa and The Easter Bunny using her creative flare. Santa delivered a note to Pat’s kids one year that required the letter to be burned over a flame to make the letters magically appear on the paper. One of her daughters recalls asking Santa for pink carpeting in her room. On Christmas morning, when her daughter awoke and stood up, the pink carpeting was mysteriously under her feet and all of the furniture in her room, wall-to-wall. The explanation by Pat was that Santa must have had “magic sleeping dust” to keep the child asleep while the elves moved all the furniture.

Pat’s Christmas creativity extended to her Yuletide decorations, both inside and outside of her home, earning her the nickname, “Twinkle”. Her elaborate, whimsical, and colorful adornments were enjoyed by family, friends, and the whole neighborhood. She even won contests for how beautifully the outside of her home was decorated.

Pat added her creative flare to everything she did. She was always doing something! Over the years many of her crafts were often self-taught. She created stained-glass art, made apple-head dolls (hand-sewn clothing included), and learned the skill of scroll sawing coins. She scrolled, by hand,(no electric saws) primarily liberty head dimes and silver dollars into jewelry or belt buckle inserts, that were often custom-made by the minted year to match the recipients’ birth year. She honed her artistic talent in fashioning Halloween costumes; she shopped the thrift stores and used household items and her imagination to construct amazing and unique costumes. One of her sons won the $100 “Best Costume” prize for Pat’s version of a bumble bee, and years later her daughter and date won the $100 prize for “Best Couple” wearing costumes created by Pat. A few years later, a costume store even approached Pat to sell the costume inventory to the store.

Pat was a practical joker like her Dad. She made sure to celebrate April Fool’s Day with sometimes simple and other times intricate schemes. She served green eggs to her kids one time for breakfast and another time set the clocks ahead before school. The most elaborate were jokes between Pat and her Dad. By adulthood Pat seemed to have the upper hand on joke-serving, except when her Dad put more than a dozen live crappie fish in her bathtub for her to find later and to clean for dinner!

Pat always followed her heart when it came to her “children”, whether they had two legs or four. Her favorite dog was Ginger, but her most recent “baby” was Lulu. She was very protective of all her dogs, though. She even saved two of her dogs’ lives by trusting her heart instead of the vets’ diagnoses.

Pat could never imagine herself working in an office because she needed to keep moving. Driving a school bus was the ideal work setting because she was able to drive around town and would always make a point of finding out what she could do in the downtime she had in the location where she had a break. Sitting still was not in her plan. With the money that she earned with her first part-time job while being a homemaker, she purchased her beloved 1967, candy-apple red, Pontiac LeMans convertible. She named her convertable, and assumed the title herself, "The One Rose." Red roses were her favorite!

As her children aged, Pat did not believe that she needed to age too. "You don't quit playing because you get old, you get old because you quit playing" was the adage to which she subscribed. She continued to be interested in pursuing new things, and was able to devote more time to the activities she cherished. She became “Grandma Pat” to her eight grandchildren and relished in giving them distinctive gifts. She would even go to their sports games, watching not doing, to support them.

She enjoyed square dancing and even designed matching outfits for her partner and herself. She continued to bowl in a league; she loved to compete but made it fun for all involved. Gardening was one of her passions; the landscape of her yard was ever-changing. She even enrolled in a few classes at Arapahoe Community College to learn new things such as architecture. She and Stan adored going fishing together, although the “release” part of “catch and release” was at times difficult for her because it was as though she was giving away the trophy that she won (and wanted to eat!).

She continued to design new things. Jerry-rigging was her forte. Her father was an expert carpenter, pattern maker, and “Jack of all Trades”, and she inherited those talents from him! Not afraid to try fixing things she had never fixed before. Pat saw it as a challenge and would usually win. She was quite the problem-solver. She made and designed a wooden trailer that she pulled behind her bike so her Shihtzu dogs could ride with her and see out the custom-made “head holes” in the front of the trailer. Of course it was painted with artistic designs and wording.

Pat and Stan traveled extensively in the continental United States and enjoyed excursions to England, Mexico, and Pat’s favorite, Hawaii, where they exchanged wedding vows on a beach. Although they disagreed about the importance of watching sports - Stan loves watching The Broncos and Pat thought it was a waste of four hours - they enjoyed bowling, golfing, cycling, fishing, skiing, windsurfing, and many other adventures together. And of course, they doted on their Shihtzus!

Pat touched many lives and will be missed deeply.

Her family knows she is at peace now with her Mom and Dad in Heaven.

A Poem in remembrance of his mother:

Mom is part of me.

Sometimes I like knowing that, other times I have a hard time admitting it.

She is part of who I am:

original

creative

ornery

artistic

unconventional

energetic

willful

driven

restless

hard-working

adventurous

teacher

passionate

stubborn

excitable

loving

and more.

Mom is part of me.

She lives on through those that know and love me.

By Daniel Lobb

Pat is survived by her loving husband, Stanley Compton, of Englewood, CO, sons Del (Cheryl) Lobb III of Columbia, MO and Dan (Jen) Lobb of Littleton, CO, daughters Debbie (Lance) Wendt of Littleton, CO and Donna Lobb of Lakewood, CO, and eight grandchildren, Zach, Lyndell and Josh Wendt, Cayden, Gabriella, Jacob, Kelsey and Patrick Lobb. Pat is also survived by her brother Bob (Linda) Mulder of Florence, CO.

Those wishing to send flowers should have them delivered by 10:00 AM, Friday, April 26 to:

Olinger Hampden Mortuary & Cemetery

8600 E Hampden Ave

Denver, CO 80231

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in honor of Pat Lobb to:

COPD FOUNDATION

To donate on-line:

http://www.copdfoundation.org/TakeAction/Donate.aspx

To donate by mail:

COPD Foundation

2937 SW 27th Ave., Suite 302

Miami, FL 33133

To Donate by phone:

1-866-731-2673, ext. 266

Website: http://www.copdfoundation.org