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I know that today is a hard one for you.  It seems like only yesterday that you and Alan were standing in a mountain meadow declaring unfailing love for each other while I watched nearby.  Now he is gone. A good marriage is never long enough,  right?

You are in my prayers today and each day.  I hope that you will be able to see Alan and Jesus and me in Heaven someday.  Eternity is much too long to spend anywhere else.

Love,

Betsy

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A mining diorama for Dave and Linda Frazier

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I often remember the time we share together and the joy and laugh with you and Alan.

In Conifer, the Loop, the mine, the antikes shop, the Denver Museum, in the snow...

I have in my Paris living room the wonderful drawings, he made for us...

I send you all my warm Love.

Take care all

David Jacquard

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Alan's drawing of a historic home on Nancy's property

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Caption: "Stop! Please don't abuse me. I am old and hold only memories. Let me rest and serve as a monument of your past. Don't pick at my soul and hurt my pride. Observe and walk on. Leave me to the peace which those who occupied me now enjoy."

~Alan Frazier, 1989.

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Alan and Rachelle…..I rarely think of Alan separately.  He is almost always paired with Rachelle in my mind.  I was there “in the beginning” since Rachelle and I were roommates in Denver when they met.   It was Kismet!

I was definitely prepared to like Alan once we met….and I immediately saw the rapport between them.  Alan fully accepted me as someone important to Rachelle and, therefore, important to him as well.   And I did share many hours with Rachelle during that courtship when she shared things as her feelings deepened.

I was, regrettably, not able to be at the wedding when it took place (my remembrance is that I was in Europe at the time, because certainly a lesser distance wouldn’t have prevented me being that for that very special union).

My memories may not be 100% accurate about details, but they are strong regarding the fond exuberance Alan always showed when I was in his presence.  That usually happened when I visited them at Dovestring….a wonderful setting for the life they wove together.  He always made me feel so very welcome.  I remember a couple of lovely Thanksgivings spent at Dovestring, one of them being when my visiting twin sister also joined me there….that is a special memory for her as well.

And I will never forget their wonderful friend Gene, who also became someone special to me, and some of the occasions we all shared together (And I am quite sure Alan would have some kind of joking comment to make to me about one evening in particular that we all shared…..shhh!)

Loving, kind, generous with praise, full of love for Rachelle, his children, and the mountain lifestyle they led.  I wish I had more photos (and possibly I do have a few in the 8 full boxes of photos upstairs), and if/when I come across any I will be sharing with Rachelle.

Rest in peace Dear Alan.  You do live on in the hearts of many!

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Dean and Alan at my "surprise" 70th birthday party. 

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Okay, last one - for now. Dean and Alan at my 70th birthday party in Denver. Love shines.

- Karen Blase

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Wedding of the Century - Love is All Around

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So happy to have shared this day with Alan and Rachelle. Love and laughter surrounded them and all of us. Too quickly gone. I still feel the love.

- Karen Blase

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Hobbit Recording Studio! I can't believe I don't have a single photo of me and Dean with Alan - what the heck! I love this photo of his and Rachelle's pandemic gift to Liberty and Miles - we had so much fun listening to samples with them and laughing at the outtakes! I think this photo captures Alan's heart, creativity, and intelligence! And his IMMENSE love for family and friends.

- Karen Blase and Dean Fixsen

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Vanishing Point…

Marching toward that elusive, inclusive horizon,

No matter direction,

No matter how straight or winding the path,

One, ahead of others, reaches that horizon

And beholds for the first time, or doesn’t,

What lays beyond, then vanishes,

While others still march to that beholding.

~John H. Wright

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One of the many Thanksgivings we've spent at Dovestring. And we continue to offer thanksgiving for your life, Alan. So much giftedness, generosity, creativity, authenticity, imagination, and most of all: friendship. We love you!

Karen and Steve

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In Guanella Pass, -- Alan and Thierry at the Mt. Evans Wilderness Area trailhead

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Inside, too

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Outside the Lebanon Mine

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At the Silver Plum Station

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In an antique bookshop

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My dad and I decorating a rather large Christmas tree! Arvada Colorado, 1969.

-Dave

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A very young Alan, around 1961 in Massachusetts.

-Dave

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My Alan on a perfect afternoon

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On a mountain wander up the road to Hall Valley, CO (June 2022). Bumpy mountain road, soothing rushing river, lots of story telling and laughter.

-Callae & Dale

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January 1942 - May 2024

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