George R. Ogden, 76, passed away on Friday, May 6, 2022, in his home.
Born in Orlando, Florida on December 9, 1945, George was the son of George Robinson and Martha Gertrude (Barth) Ogden. A graduate of Culver Community High School, George attended Purdue University and served in the Army Reserves.
A curious man interested in a wide variety of subjects and people of all backgrounds, George cared deeply about the fair treatment of all people. He was down to earth which enabled him to form connections with people from all different walks of life. He was a deep thinker who studied voraciously about all kinds of subjects from history, particularly Black American history, to international politics. He understood the importance of knowledge and truth and made efforts to shed light on the more marginalized issues of the world. George made his living as a folk-art and antique dealer and was passionate about art, collecting pieces from all over the world.
A devoted father and family man, George often remarked that his two grandaughters were his pride and joy. George is survived by his sons, Redmond Malcolm Ogden of Denver, CO and Matthew Samuel Ogden of Winchester, CA; granddaughters, Mia Sharinn and Havanna Layne Ogden; stepdaughter Macy Myrtle Ogden of South Bend; his sister Pat Ogden of Boulder, CO and nephew Drew Brennan Arnold.
Per his request, no services will be held at this time.
Caryn Durski, Funeral Director
Jim and Sandy Manuwal says
Dear Ogden Family,
We have enjoyed our friendship with George for over 50 years, seeing him at auctions buying quilts, and his many visits to our shop. He also shared a lot of books over the years, with he and Jim exchanging reading materials often. He will be missed.
God Bless,
Jim and Sandy Manuwal
(Century Antiques)
Pat Ogden says
Thank you so much. My brother often spoke of you, always fondly. I know he appreciated your friendship.
Pat Ogden
Rick Ervin says
Many condolences to the Ogden family. I grew up with George…we attended each other’s birthday parties, giggled about girls, played ball together, all the stuff that happens when boys grow up. I was happy to see him in 2018 at our 55th class reunion, and we talked at length. I gave him a ride home because his bicycle chain had broken, and I had no idea that we wouldn’t connect again. RIP George.