WILLIAM EUGENE ‘GENE’ ROBERTS - Born 09 Apr 1933 in Shannon Co MO, the son of Frank Wesley and Opal Mae (SIMPSON) ROBERTS. He passed away at his home on Sycamore near Winona MO on 12 Mar 1992. He was united in marriage to Betty ‘June’ TUCKER on 3 Sept 1949 in Shannon Co MO, the daughter of William ‘Wash’ TUCKER and Ava V. (NORRIS) TUCKER. To this union seven children were born. Gene was preceded in death by his mom and dad, Frank and Opal ROBERTS, an infant daughter, Rhonda Kay, brother and sister- in-law, Johnny and Frieda (HUITT) ROBERTS, sister Naomi GARRISON, and father-in-law Wash TUCKER. He is survived by his wife, June, of the home; his mother-in- law, Ava TUCKER, his children, Glenda BURNS and Roger, Brenda COUNTS and Rex, Betty NEEDELS and Clifford, Becky BARNES and Jim, Beverly ROBERTS, and William Eugene ‘Bill’ ROBERTS, II and Jeannie; brothers and sisters, Wayne L. ROBERTS and Thelma, Raymond ROBERTS and Colleen, Rosalie CLINE, Judy DUNN and Max, and Jack ROBERTS and Shirley; numerous grandchildren, nieces, nephews, other relatives and many friends. Gene and June lived many years on their farm on Rocky Creek, and for a short time they lived in Douglas Co KS. They eventually sold the place on Rocky to the park service and bought the former Leonard WEAVER home on Sycamore near Winona and he lived there the remainder of his life. Gene will be remembered for many things, but perhaps most of all for his happy nature and sense of humor, and his teasing. Also, he and his family were popular musicians around the area for many years, often providing Bluegrass and country music for charity events. He operated a dairy farm for several years and raised cattle and farmed his land. He also owned a fleet of over-the-road trucks, employing some of his family members as drivers. Gene is interred in the Mount Zion Cemetery at Winona near his parents and other relatives. In Memory Of Our Loving Father, William “Gene” E. Roberts April 9, 1933 – march 12, 1992 Lord you’ve given me so many things Lots of blessings you’ve granted me And I know I’m so unworthy. But shining through my memory Is the one I cherish most My DAD has gone to be with Jesus The heavenly host. No more is he tired, no more is he hurting And he doesn’t have to worry anymore Now I can see him over there In that land so bright and fair. Now he owns a golden fiddle And he plays for the King Someday we’ll join him there To sing and play with him again. No one ever had a sweeter DAD Than the one we kids had. He loved and cared and times he shared For six small children and our loving mother. (rest is missing) Appeared in The Current Wave, March 10, 1993.