February 1, 1944 ~ December 19, 2020

Born in: Santa Monica, California
Resided in: Pueblo, Colorado

With a peaceful smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye, Joseph “Terry” Tindall left Pueblo, Colorado on December 19, 2020, to join the ranks of his adored family and friends who reside in heaven. Chronologically, Dad was 76, but in his heart, he was forever a robust, athletic, daring 21-year old young man who could — and did — conquer any challenge.

Terry was born in Santa Monica, California on February 1, 1944, to Mary Helen and David Ellsworth Tindall (both of whom have preceded him in death). Left to miss him mightily are his 12 children and their partners: Heather Tindall-Somosky (Steve), Glastonbury, Connecticut; Shana Passarelli (Alan), Pueblo, Colorado; Bryn Tindall (Jen), Southington, Connecticut; Tavis Tindall (Kelly), Southington, Connecticut; Tegan Acree (Mike), Alpharetta, Georgia; Devin Tindall (Charlotte, North Carolina); Deirdre Tindall (Jason), New Hartford, Connecticut; Brenna Tindall (Fort Collins, Colorado); Amber Rukaj (Joe), San Diego, California; Audra Grossnickle (Nate), Fort Collins, Colorado; Ashley Tindall (Clint), Fort Collins, Colorado; and Kendra Tindall (Kevin), San Diego, California. Dad also adored beyond measure, his 26 grandkids: Brittany, Matthew, Kieran, Bryce, Riley, Reese, Regan, Kyle, Ashlyn, Brayden, Keira, Cali, Kila, Quinn, Tyler, Tristan, Flynn, Donovan, Jackson (deceased), Jordyn, Kenna, Payton, Seth, Jake, Katie and Abby, as well as his great-grandson Dayton. He also looked forward to the birth, in March 2021, of his 27th grandchild. He had actually spent hours searching for names for his grandson, carefully reviewing the meaning and spelling of names he had once upon a time scribbled into the Tindall Family name book. Torin emerged as his favorite, and was actually a name he had considered for each of his own 12 children — although of course, it had never made the cut! Terry also leaves to mourn him, his former wife, Dolores (Dee) Brown Tindall (Southington, Connecticut), and too many true friends to count.

Dad was raised in Pueblo, Colorado and attended East High School where he was a standout football, baseball and basketball player. He met Dee there, and in1964, they eloped in Colorado Springs and then flew to Hawaii because he had earned a football scholarship to play for the University of Hawaii Rainbows. He earned his Bachelor’s degree in Hotel and Restaurant Management there, and the first three of his 12 kids were born on Oahu, before he and Mom returned in the early 70’s to Colorado (where Dad remained for most of the rest of his life, with the exception of a few detours in California and Connecticut). No one was more professionally industrious than Dad, and he worked tirelessly, creatively and ingeniously, first as an entrepreneur and later, as a commodities broker. Along the way, Dad also earned a second degree in Education and in his 50’s, he embarked upon a career tutoring kids of all ages. He was truly a gifted educator, and perhaps missed his true calling, with his inimitable way of taking complex topics and simplifying them in a way that kids of all abilities were able to consume and relate. Dad was actually most proud of his career in educating the youth of our society and loved creating innovative education concepts. Dad was also a youth athletic coach, although he mostly reserved his abilities in this arena for his own children and friends’ kids. Soccer, football, basketball, volleyball and tennis were his particular areas of expertise.

Dad was exceptionally humble and never liked to talk about himself. You really had to exhaustively ply him to get details about his own life, because he always considered others greater than himself. Selfless to a fault, he dedicated his life to his family and sacrificed his own dreams in pursuit of helping his children, his grandchildren and his great grandchild achieve their greatest dreams and aspirations. Even in his later years, he spent hours on FaceTime and on the phone or via email helping his kids navigate dilemmas, build companies, or resolve conflicts. He was the consummate problem solver and tireless researcher in pursuit of gaining victory over whatever challenges we faced. He was, in fact, at his best and happiest when he could get to work on formulating hard-fought resolutions to complex problems.

Dad was a gifted orator and an even more talented writer. He had a way with words, no matter the topic or format. A bit loquacious at times in what he penned, but eloquent and effective, nonetheless. Dad loved wine — the art of it really, the mystique of each unique bottle and how it smelled and tasted. He was a true connoisseur of both food and wine and he loved trying all cuisines. He was actually an adept cook himself. His spaghetti sauce and Hollandaise were to die for! He loved the Denver Broncos (although in some years, he called them the Donkeys), but he loved Tom Brady and the Patriots more, and engaged in many a hearty debate with certain of his children who were not necessarily fans of that club! Dad loved the BeeGees, cherry Dr. Pepper, whistling, beaches, the mountains, surfing, sunsets, traveling abroad, fish ’n chips, popcorn, anything sweet, the Yellowstone TV series (and he loved the Ryan Gosling movie, The Notebook, more than any movie ever!), playing Chinese Checkers matches with his kids, 7-11 Big Gulps, Jack-In-The-Box hamburgers, Burger King Whoppers, Chick-fil-A (loved the peach shakes and fries during the summertime!), Conrad’s wings, the Broadmoor Hotel, watching sports of any kind and conservative politics.

Dad once wrote in an autobiography for his daughter’s 8th grade school project, that he always felt that he had been born hundreds of years too late. He always wished he could have lived in the frontier era and been one of the first men to come West through the wilderness. That desire led to an interest in Native American and frontier lore, and at one time, Dad spent hours making authentic Native American tools and weapons, and actually constructed an arrow and quiver and matching clothes to go along with them.

Dad had an intense and unwavering commitment to God and he read his Bible religiously and laid every important decision before Him before embarking upon a course of action. He wasn’t a churchgoer, and in fact was not a fan of organized religion. He passed this passion for God along to his kids as he raised us to adulthood, and under his tutelage, we memorized endless Bible verses that we can still recount today. He was a perfectionist, incredibly organized, fiercely independent and a man of integrity to his core. His word was his bond in every transaction. Striving to embrace his values in all his comings and goings was precious to him, and he sought to make all his decisions with his strong moral compass as his guide. He would most want to be remembered for his insistence on carving out his own path, in a manner that God would approve, despite what others might think of where that led. Conversely, his Irish heritage (of which he was so proud), led him to be endlessly playful and his shenanigans would put any leprechaun to shame, particularly his most beloved imaginary elf, Henry Hanke Panke. You could always tell when Dad was up to mischief, because that glint in his eyes gave him away . . . and that was quickly followed by his contagious, unmistakable, laugh when he had been found out.

In typical fashion, he did not desire a formal ceremony to mark his passing, so our immediate family and close friends and family will gather to celebrate his life next year. “For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.” (2 Corinthians 5:1). Dad is at peace now, having the time of his life with God and Pompa, Granny, Bam and Stars, free of the trappings of his body that betrayed him in his final years. He would wish for you to go enjoy your life in a way that is meaningful to you, to be unafraid to make a difference and march to your own beat, and to always be on the lookout for how you could anonymously do some good for those less fortunate.

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  1. Addendum…… when I check the “weather” button on this page, I am directed to weather in Conn……. I am curious as to how part of the Tindall family relocated from Colorado to Hawaii to Conn.

    Where will the earthly remains of Terry be deposited

    Cheers from Northern Kentucky….

    jerrystjo2000@gmail.com

  2. To whom ever…….. it was indeed gratifying to read the life story of Terry that is listed above. Well done in a sincere and respectful way. Presented the good life of Terry. I appreciated the fine words about a friend that I have probably not seen since about 1960 or thereabouts. Time flies…. but as we get older we remember events of our earlier life (and forget those of yesterday 🙁 )

    Again, thanks for the fine words and story above….. job well done.

    Cheers from Kentucky

    Dr. Jerry R. Aschermann

  3. Dearest Terry,
    I am writing you directly as I know you will appreciate the gesture. You certainly passed on your legacy of beautiful writing to your children. Your obituary could not be more eloquent and more deserved. I was so saddened to hear of your passing today, but it brought me the opportunity to reflect on our years together as neighbors and colleagues at Lopez Elementary School in Fort Collins. And that brought me a smile. Thank you for always supporting me as an educator. We were rare in our self-confidence to be an exacting teacher. I had the freedom to know that my lessons were delivered to the letter when my absence was necessary. You were extraordinary in carrying out the objectives and creative in adding your own insight. That was another step in my belief in angels. It was not long after that you rented a house on Stuart Street which connected to our backyard. Continued comradeship was extended for a few more months. We spoke the same language spiritually which drove our commitment to children and our faith in the future. Thank you.

  4. So sad…. sad to learn that Terry was a FaceBook user. Tried several times to “talk to him” via internet but it seemed that he had not adapted to 21st century communication.

    Probably knew Terry longer than most other people. His dad and my dad were friends in the early 1930’s in Garden City, Kansas. They they renewed their acquaintance about 1946 or 47 when the family lived in the 1300 block on East 4th. Of course, in 1947 Terry and I did not really know each other.

    Boy Scout Troop #2…. Terry and I were members in the 1950’s so we spent a number of nights together camping out in the Wet Mountain area plus Winter Camp at Lake Isabel. Remember on a cold, cold evening that I was his “counselor” for the coffee can dinner that he had to cook on an open fire—- cold but coffee can dinners were excellent. Maybe that is where he started cooking when he earned his Cooking Merit Badge.

    Lost track of Terry as we became adults— he went one way and I went another way. Did hear about him. A common friend, Ron Sautter of Troop #2, moved to Hawaii about 1962 or so. Ron was in the grocery store and turned a corner— there was Terry. Small world.

    Remember him preparing for football— his family lived on my paper route and several houses from my grandparents in East 5th. He and his mother, Mary, would “practice” Terry’s punting in the middle of the street. Mary did a lot of running around catching all of Terry’s punts. 🙂

    So sad to see another East High Eagle fly into the clouds to join Father Sky. For eternity Terry’s spirit will dwell on the top of the Spanish Peaks so that he can look down on Pueblo.

    Bless Terry on his journey…..

  5. My thoughts and prayers are with you all. I have known your Dad since we were little kids at The Episcopal Church. Then we went Risley and East together.. And he and Donny Starling were good friends of mine too.. Plus, I also know your Mom!
    I hope you will let me know when you have the get together,…My Home address is 1600 Pike Ave..Phone 543-5663.. in Pueblo.. Thank you, Sharon G. Massey

  6. Buddy Bothwell thought the world of Terry! They can now spin their tales and laugh with gusto again! I am so sorry for your loss! Debbie Bothwell

  7. I played competitive soccer for him ages and ages ago. Loved him and his children. You all are in my prayers in your time of loss.

  8. It’s been an incredible honor to be associated with the Tindall family and to coach many of the Tindall girls. To coach a Tindall required an implicit agreement to be coached by Mr. Tindall. An honor that I will carry to my grave.

    Peace be with you all

  9. I learned a lot from this man. I only knew him as a soccer coach years ago. I know he will be sorely missed by his family. You are all in my prayers.

  10. Bob and I enjoyed visiting with your Dad so much. He was so interesting to talk with and had a great sense of humor. He will indeed be missed.

  11. Thinking and praying for the entire family.
    Your Dad had so many achievements, proud to call him my Uncle.
    God Bless you all.
    Denyce

  12. May the Grace of God that has embraced Terry now gather in all the Tindall family. A life filled with love and adventure that has been beautifully captured in his obituary. Best to all.

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