Mike passed totally at peace, an optimist and grateful to the very end, on Sunday, December 22, 2019 at home after a long and brave battle with cancer.
If you’ve visited or lived in Anchorage any length of time, you probably have one of my dad’s teeth. Though he was a printer by trade, he had a wonderful souvenir business with carved sea lion teeth and original drawings that were sold in numerous shops throughout Alaska and he was a published author and artist. He owned Mike Warner Printing in Spenard for over 30 years where he always had the coffee going, the stories ready and the crossword completed. He did old school printing for many businesses, gifted his services to numerous non-profits and even assisted the FBI in the printing of Alaska’s largest counterfeit bust. Mike was never without a pad of paper and a sharpened pencil in his chest pocket for little lists and notes of people and things he found interesting, even at his passing.
Mike married his first love Royce and had a beautiful daughter Wendy. Though that did not work out, Mike was never the quitter and married his second wife Jan, resulting in a wonderfully blessed daughter Julie that was fortunate to receive her mother’s looks and her dad’s intellectual charm and sarcasm. Again, never the quitter, the third time was the charm with his one-true love Dottie who knew when to hold his hand, when to hold her tongue and when to roll her eyes. They had an unconditional love that no one could deny. When Mike would do something dumb, she would quickly remind them, “He’s a MENSA you know?” Dottie’s Italian passion kept him in line and in love and we are all glad she had better aim with a shoe than her .22 he referred to as a Spenard Divorce decree.
Mike rarely met a dog he didn’t like or that didn’t like him. He would remember their names before that of their owners and never went anywhere without a treat in his pocket. Mike loved all animals, but his spirit animal was the squirrel. The squirrel has even been a generational fixture atop the Warner family crest for hundreds of years. Every year for the past 20 years in the backyard “Molly the squirrel” would make the shed her home and have her babies there in come spring. During the summer he would have a game where “Molly” would make her trip from the shed to his lawn chair in under 30 seconds, to see which hand or pocket the peanut was hidden. If it was under his hat, the game would last a few seconds longer. This summer we buried his favorite “Molly” of the many “Mollies” he’s had, with the same name but different personalities. The only animal that didn’t like Mike was the exception of JoJo the gorilla that must have recognized this gentlemanly specimen as competition with the ladies. Even as Mike distanced himself from the tourists, JoJo followed him until he felt he had a clear shot with the rock he selected for the job. I like to think it was more from mutual respect.
Though I know those that preceded him welcomed him with open arms, Mike was always concerned his guardian angels would either shoo him away or send a bill for working overtime. Starting at age 1 when he had to be driven through a midnight snowstorm 150 miles between Potsdam, NY and Syracuse, with a snowplow escort and spending weeks in the hospital for eating a glass Christmas ball. One year later he need 40 stitches for being attacked in the face by the only dog ever harming him. No sooner did the band-aids come off, he fell out of a moving DeSoto with “suicide doors.” This last incident rounded out the first 5 years of Mikey’s life, with his sister Patty by his side and the start of a great friendship with his angels. A lifelong thirst for adventure seemed to keep him in the crosshairs of whatever was trying to kill him next.
Mike was an avid rodeo rider, won his last karate tournament at the age of 57, and his time with the 82nd Airborne gave his angels little time for rest. Dottie even had a placard engraved and mounted in his car reminding him, “Drive no faster than your guardian angel can fly.” He always felt as if he had a personal insurance policy being a devout Catholic and even received a personal blessing in 1981 during the Pope’s visit, when somehow managing to be the only one standing on a section of curb at L Street as the Pope Mobile slowed down and passed. Many people do not know that Mike was the youngest Eagle Scout in New York at the age of 14; recognized his love of animals early on and wanted to be a vet; was a New York Scholar and recipient of a NY differential 4-year academic scholarship; attended St. Lawrence University and a member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon then later attended the Univ. of AK Fairbanks.
Mike and Dottie shared their love of life by taking cruises, ski and road trips and spending time in Hawaii and Las Vegas. For nearly 15 years they called Loreto Bay, Mexico home during the winters after Dottie’s health required a warmer climate. The friends he made (and their owners) through writing and hiking clubs, his morning coffee at El Corazon Cafe and the “spirited” political talks as a lone Trump supporter amongst a sea of Liberals, made his life exciting.
Mike is survived by his sister Patty and her husband Joe Norris and her children Chris Roach and Margaret Gleckler and his daughter Wendy Griffin and her children Keith and Courtney of Marietta, GA. Mike also leaves behind his daughter Julie and her husband Chip Edwards of Abilene, TX and their boys Glenn and Auggie that learned many life lessons from “PopPop” who helped to instill many character traits and teach them everything he knew about the stock market.
Mike was welcomed into heaven by his parents Margaret and Hank Warner, his loving wife Dottie and the many angels wanting to collect overtime. As Dottie always said, “You’re a good man Mikey!”
In accordance with his wishes, no service will be held at this time. In the spring his family will plan a dedication of a bench at the zoo where he and Dottie would spend many summer afternoons, in which everyone is welcome to attend.
In lieu of flowers or donations, Mike would ask that you go out and do one random act of kindness today in his name.
~ source: https://usobit.com/obituaries-2020/01/michael-warner-february-7-1938-december-22-2019/
If you’ve visited or lived in Anchorage any length of time, you probably have one of my dad’s teeth. Though he was a printer by trade, he had a wonderful souvenir business with carved sea lion teeth and original drawings that were sold in numerous shops throughout Alaska and he was a published author and artist. He owned Mike Warner Printing in Spenard for over 30 years where he always had the coffee going, the stories ready and the crossword completed. He did old school printing for many businesses, gifted his services to numerous non-profits and even assisted the FBI in the printing of Alaska’s largest counterfeit bust. Mike was never without a pad of paper and a sharpened pencil in his chest pocket for little lists and notes of people and things he found interesting, even at his passing.
Mike married his first love Royce and had a beautiful daughter Wendy. Though that did not work out, Mike was never the quitter and married his second wife Jan, resulting in a wonderfully blessed daughter Julie that was fortunate to receive her mother’s looks and her dad’s intellectual charm and sarcasm. Again, never the quitter, the third time was the charm with his one-true love Dottie who knew when to hold his hand, when to hold her tongue and when to roll her eyes. They had an unconditional love that no one could deny. When Mike would do something dumb, she would quickly remind them, “He’s a MENSA you know?” Dottie’s Italian passion kept him in line and in love and we are all glad she had better aim with a shoe than her .22 he referred to as a Spenard Divorce decree.
Mike rarely met a dog he didn’t like or that didn’t like him. He would remember their names before that of their owners and never went anywhere without a treat in his pocket. Mike loved all animals, but his spirit animal was the squirrel. The squirrel has even been a generational fixture atop the Warner family crest for hundreds of years. Every year for the past 20 years in the backyard “Molly the squirrel” would make the shed her home and have her babies there in come spring. During the summer he would have a game where “Molly” would make her trip from the shed to his lawn chair in under 30 seconds, to see which hand or pocket the peanut was hidden. If it was under his hat, the game would last a few seconds longer. This summer we buried his favorite “Molly” of the many “Mollies” he’s had, with the same name but different personalities. The only animal that didn’t like Mike was the exception of JoJo the gorilla that must have recognized this gentlemanly specimen as competition with the ladies. Even as Mike distanced himself from the tourists, JoJo followed him until he felt he had a clear shot with the rock he selected for the job. I like to think it was more from mutual respect.
Though I know those that preceded him welcomed him with open arms, Mike was always concerned his guardian angels would either shoo him away or send a bill for working overtime. Starting at age 1 when he had to be driven through a midnight snowstorm 150 miles between Potsdam, NY and Syracuse, with a snowplow escort and spending weeks in the hospital for eating a glass Christmas ball. One year later he need 40 stitches for being attacked in the face by the only dog ever harming him. No sooner did the band-aids come off, he fell out of a moving DeSoto with “suicide doors.” This last incident rounded out the first 5 years of Mikey’s life, with his sister Patty by his side and the start of a great friendship with his angels. A lifelong thirst for adventure seemed to keep him in the crosshairs of whatever was trying to kill him next.
Mike was an avid rodeo rider, won his last karate tournament at the age of 57, and his time with the 82nd Airborne gave his angels little time for rest. Dottie even had a placard engraved and mounted in his car reminding him, “Drive no faster than your guardian angel can fly.” He always felt as if he had a personal insurance policy being a devout Catholic and even received a personal blessing in 1981 during the Pope’s visit, when somehow managing to be the only one standing on a section of curb at L Street as the Pope Mobile slowed down and passed. Many people do not know that Mike was the youngest Eagle Scout in New York at the age of 14; recognized his love of animals early on and wanted to be a vet; was a New York Scholar and recipient of a NY differential 4-year academic scholarship; attended St. Lawrence University and a member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon then later attended the Univ. of AK Fairbanks.
Mike and Dottie shared their love of life by taking cruises, ski and road trips and spending time in Hawaii and Las Vegas. For nearly 15 years they called Loreto Bay, Mexico home during the winters after Dottie’s health required a warmer climate. The friends he made (and their owners) through writing and hiking clubs, his morning coffee at El Corazon Cafe and the “spirited” political talks as a lone Trump supporter amongst a sea of Liberals, made his life exciting.
Mike is survived by his sister Patty and her husband Joe Norris and her children Chris Roach and Margaret Gleckler and his daughter Wendy Griffin and her children Keith and Courtney of Marietta, GA. Mike also leaves behind his daughter Julie and her husband Chip Edwards of Abilene, TX and their boys Glenn and Auggie that learned many life lessons from “PopPop” who helped to instill many character traits and teach them everything he knew about the stock market.
Mike was welcomed into heaven by his parents Margaret and Hank Warner, his loving wife Dottie and the many angels wanting to collect overtime. As Dottie always said, “You’re a good man Mikey!”
In accordance with his wishes, no service will be held at this time. In the spring his family will plan a dedication of a bench at the zoo where he and Dottie would spend many summer afternoons, in which everyone is welcome to attend.
In lieu of flowers or donations, Mike would ask that you go out and do one random act of kindness today in his name.
~ source: https://usobit.com/obituaries-2020/01/michael-warner-february-7-1938-december-22-2019/
Mike passed totally at peace, an optimist and grateful to the very end, on Sunday, December 22, 2019 at home after a long and brave battle with cancer.
If you’ve visited or lived in Anchorage any length of time, you probably have one of my dad’s teeth. Though he was a printer by trade, he had a wonderful souvenir business with carved sea lion teeth and original drawings that were sold in numerous shops throughout Alaska and he was a published author and artist. He owned Mike Warner Printing in Spenard for over 30 years where he always had the coffee going, the stories ready and the crossword completed. He did old school printing for many businesses, gifted his services to numerous non-profits and even assisted the FBI in the printing of Alaska’s largest counterfeit bust. Mike was never without a pad of paper and a sharpened pencil in his chest pocket for little lists and notes of people and things he found interesting, even at his passing.
Mike married his first love Royce and had a beautiful daughter Wendy. Though that did not work out, Mike was never the quitter and married his second wife Jan, resulting in a wonderfully blessed daughter Julie that was fortunate to receive her mother’s looks and her dad’s intellectual charm and sarcasm. Again, never the quitter, the third time was the charm with his one-true love Dottie who knew when to hold his hand, when to hold her tongue and when to roll her eyes. They had an unconditional love that no one could deny. When Mike would do something dumb, she would quickly remind them, “He’s a MENSA you know?” Dottie’s Italian passion kept him in line and in love and we are all glad she had better aim with a shoe than her .22 he referred to as a Spenard Divorce decree.
Mike rarely met a dog he didn’t like or that didn’t like him. He would remember their names before that of their owners and never went anywhere without a treat in his pocket. Mike loved all animals, but his spirit animal was the squirrel. The squirrel has even been a generational fixture atop the Warner family crest for hundreds of years. Every year for the past 20 years in the backyard “Molly the squirrel” would make the shed her home and have her babies there in come spring. During the summer he would have a game where “Molly” would make her trip from the shed to his lawn chair in under 30 seconds, to see which hand or pocket the peanut was hidden. If it was under his hat, the game would last a few seconds longer. This summer we buried his favorite “Molly” of the many “Mollies” he’s had, with the same name but different personalities. The only animal that didn’t like Mike was the exception of JoJo the gorilla that must have recognized this gentlemanly specimen as competition with the ladies. Even as Mike distanced himself from the tourists, JoJo followed him until he felt he had a clear shot with the rock he selected for the job. I like to think it was more from mutual respect.
Though I know those that preceded him welcomed him with open arms, Mike was always concerned his guardian angels would either shoo him away or send a bill for working overtime. Starting at age 1 when he had to be driven through a midnight snowstorm 150 miles between Potsdam, NY and Syracuse, with a snowplow escort and spending weeks in the hospital for eating a glass Christmas ball. One year later he need 40 stitches for being attacked in the face by the only dog ever harming him. No sooner did the band-aids come off, he fell out of a moving DeSoto with “suicide doors.” This last incident rounded out the first 5 years of Mikey’s life, with his sister Patty by his side and the start of a great friendship with his angels. A lifelong thirst for adventure seemed to keep him in the crosshairs of whatever was trying to kill him next.
Mike was an avid rodeo rider, won his last karate tournament at the age of 57, and his time with the 82nd Airborne gave his angels little time for rest. Dottie even had a placard engraved and mounted in his car reminding him, “Drive no faster than your guardian angel can fly.” He always felt as if he had a personal insurance policy being a devout Catholic and even received a personal blessing in 1981 during the Pope’s visit, when somehow managing to be the only one standing on a section of curb at L Street as the Pope Mobile slowed down and passed. Many people do not know that Mike was the youngest Eagle Scout in New York at the age of 14; recognized his love of animals early on and wanted to be a vet; was a New York Scholar and recipient of a NY differential 4-year academic scholarship; attended St. Lawrence University and a member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon then later attended the Univ. of AK Fairbanks.
Mike and Dottie shared their love of life by taking cruises, ski and road trips and spending time in Hawaii and Las Vegas. For nearly 15 years they called Loreto Bay, Mexico home during the winters after Dottie’s health required a warmer climate. The friends he made (and their owners) through writing and hiking clubs, his morning coffee at El Corazon Cafe and the “spirited” political talks as a lone Trump supporter amongst a sea of Liberals, made his life exciting.
Mike is survived by his sister Patty and her husband Joe Norris and her children Chris Roach and Margaret Gleckler and his daughter Wendy Griffin and her children Keith and Courtney of Marietta, GA. Mike also leaves behind his daughter Julie and her husband Chip Edwards of Abilene, TX and their boys Glenn and Auggie that learned many life lessons from “PopPop” who helped to instill many character traits and teach them everything he knew about the stock market.
Mike was welcomed into heaven by his parents Margaret and Hank Warner, his loving wife Dottie and the many angels wanting to collect overtime. As Dottie always said, “You’re a good man Mikey!”
In accordance with his wishes, no service will be held at this time. In the spring his family will plan a dedication of a bench at the zoo where he and Dottie would spend many summer afternoons, in which everyone is welcome to attend.
In lieu of flowers or donations, Mike would ask that you go out and do one random act of kindness today in his name.
~ source: https://usobit.com/obituaries-2020/01/michael-warner-february-7-1938-december-22-2019/
If you’ve visited or lived in Anchorage any length of time, you probably have one of my dad’s teeth. Though he was a printer by trade, he had a wonderful souvenir business with carved sea lion teeth and original drawings that were sold in numerous shops throughout Alaska and he was a published author and artist. He owned Mike Warner Printing in Spenard for over 30 years where he always had the coffee going, the stories ready and the crossword completed. He did old school printing for many businesses, gifted his services to numerous non-profits and even assisted the FBI in the printing of Alaska’s largest counterfeit bust. Mike was never without a pad of paper and a sharpened pencil in his chest pocket for little lists and notes of people and things he found interesting, even at his passing.
Mike married his first love Royce and had a beautiful daughter Wendy. Though that did not work out, Mike was never the quitter and married his second wife Jan, resulting in a wonderfully blessed daughter Julie that was fortunate to receive her mother’s looks and her dad’s intellectual charm and sarcasm. Again, never the quitter, the third time was the charm with his one-true love Dottie who knew when to hold his hand, when to hold her tongue and when to roll her eyes. They had an unconditional love that no one could deny. When Mike would do something dumb, she would quickly remind them, “He’s a MENSA you know?” Dottie’s Italian passion kept him in line and in love and we are all glad she had better aim with a shoe than her .22 he referred to as a Spenard Divorce decree.
Mike rarely met a dog he didn’t like or that didn’t like him. He would remember their names before that of their owners and never went anywhere without a treat in his pocket. Mike loved all animals, but his spirit animal was the squirrel. The squirrel has even been a generational fixture atop the Warner family crest for hundreds of years. Every year for the past 20 years in the backyard “Molly the squirrel” would make the shed her home and have her babies there in come spring. During the summer he would have a game where “Molly” would make her trip from the shed to his lawn chair in under 30 seconds, to see which hand or pocket the peanut was hidden. If it was under his hat, the game would last a few seconds longer. This summer we buried his favorite “Molly” of the many “Mollies” he’s had, with the same name but different personalities. The only animal that didn’t like Mike was the exception of JoJo the gorilla that must have recognized this gentlemanly specimen as competition with the ladies. Even as Mike distanced himself from the tourists, JoJo followed him until he felt he had a clear shot with the rock he selected for the job. I like to think it was more from mutual respect.
Though I know those that preceded him welcomed him with open arms, Mike was always concerned his guardian angels would either shoo him away or send a bill for working overtime. Starting at age 1 when he had to be driven through a midnight snowstorm 150 miles between Potsdam, NY and Syracuse, with a snowplow escort and spending weeks in the hospital for eating a glass Christmas ball. One year later he need 40 stitches for being attacked in the face by the only dog ever harming him. No sooner did the band-aids come off, he fell out of a moving DeSoto with “suicide doors.” This last incident rounded out the first 5 years of Mikey’s life, with his sister Patty by his side and the start of a great friendship with his angels. A lifelong thirst for adventure seemed to keep him in the crosshairs of whatever was trying to kill him next.
Mike was an avid rodeo rider, won his last karate tournament at the age of 57, and his time with the 82nd Airborne gave his angels little time for rest. Dottie even had a placard engraved and mounted in his car reminding him, “Drive no faster than your guardian angel can fly.” He always felt as if he had a personal insurance policy being a devout Catholic and even received a personal blessing in 1981 during the Pope’s visit, when somehow managing to be the only one standing on a section of curb at L Street as the Pope Mobile slowed down and passed. Many people do not know that Mike was the youngest Eagle Scout in New York at the age of 14; recognized his love of animals early on and wanted to be a vet; was a New York Scholar and recipient of a NY differential 4-year academic scholarship; attended St. Lawrence University and a member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon then later attended the Univ. of AK Fairbanks.
Mike and Dottie shared their love of life by taking cruises, ski and road trips and spending time in Hawaii and Las Vegas. For nearly 15 years they called Loreto Bay, Mexico home during the winters after Dottie’s health required a warmer climate. The friends he made (and their owners) through writing and hiking clubs, his morning coffee at El Corazon Cafe and the “spirited” political talks as a lone Trump supporter amongst a sea of Liberals, made his life exciting.
Mike is survived by his sister Patty and her husband Joe Norris and her children Chris Roach and Margaret Gleckler and his daughter Wendy Griffin and her children Keith and Courtney of Marietta, GA. Mike also leaves behind his daughter Julie and her husband Chip Edwards of Abilene, TX and their boys Glenn and Auggie that learned many life lessons from “PopPop” who helped to instill many character traits and teach them everything he knew about the stock market.
Mike was welcomed into heaven by his parents Margaret and Hank Warner, his loving wife Dottie and the many angels wanting to collect overtime. As Dottie always said, “You’re a good man Mikey!”
In accordance with his wishes, no service will be held at this time. In the spring his family will plan a dedication of a bench at the zoo where he and Dottie would spend many summer afternoons, in which everyone is welcome to attend.
In lieu of flowers or donations, Mike would ask that you go out and do one random act of kindness today in his name.
~ source: https://usobit.com/obituaries-2020/01/michael-warner-february-7-1938-december-22-2019/
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