Lloyd Lane Roland

Lloyd Lane Roland

Lloyd Lane Roland, age 67, passed away on Aug. 8, 2021, unexpectedly at his home in Lewiston, Calif., due to natural causes.

Lloyd was born in Eureka, Calif., to Carrol and Lyla Roland. He grew up in Freshwater (Humboldt County), roaming the woods on dirt bikes, fishing, camping, swimming at Freshwater Park and many more adventures; along with his four siblings and a passel of friends that were thick as thieves.

After graduating Eureka High School in 1972, naturally Lloyd went straight to work for the U.S. Forest Service as a wildland firefighter. This sparked his passion for a lifelong career in the woods, specifically the timber industry as a log truck driver; which took him on many adventures throughout California, Oregon, Washington and Alaska. For a few years he did drive long-haul, but the woods always called him back where he was always most at peace.

In his down time, Lloyd enjoyed traveling the backroads while jammin’ to classic rock, camping, watching old westerns, spending lazy days reading (Louis L’Amour a favorite), enjoying Folgers coffee in his treasured Samoa Cookhouse mug, skipping rocks across the river (master rock skipper!), crack-of-dawn wood cutting trips, tinkering around the shop, E. Clampus Vitus doin’s and, of course, spending many hours with all the good friends.

Lloyd was a man with a gregarious nature, easily making friends wherever life took him. His tremendous heart and twinkle in his eye made many lasting impressions, and his ginormous bear hugs legendary. Speaking of legendary, one can’t forget his off-tune singing of “You Are My Sunshine” at the top of his lungs to those unwise enough to sleep in after him!

Lloyd also had a huge heart for “critters,” as he would say. He lived for the outdoors, and always had a dog by his side hiking through the woods. Many years ago his good boy Sabbath landed in dog jail, so after bailing him out he bought him a big ol’ cheeseburger, feeling sorry that Sabbath was subjected to “jail food.”

Lloyd is survived by his beloved kitty CaliCat; daughters Cali Roland of Weaverville and Laina Roland of Chico; siblings Dan Roland (Becky) of Coquille, Ore., LeeAnn Roland of Jerome, Idaho, LaNell (Russell Johnson) of Fayetteville, N.C., Deborah Beebe of Willow Creek, Tom Cookman (Lavonne) of Freshwater; mother of his children, Judith French of Weaverville; and numerous nieces and nephews, grand nieces and nephews.

He is preceded in death by brother Richard “Buckwheat” Roland; parents Doyle and Lyla Strid, Carrol Roland; grandparents Willis and Nellie Evans; Kenny Cookman, Donnie Cookman, Uncle Ginty, Sabbath and Zipper.

“Papa Lloyd’s” legacy continues with his grandsons: Russell Moeai of Chico, Nathan Harlan of Grants Pass, Ore., and Daniel Roland of Chico.

A Logger’s Last Request:

When my time on earth is through and it’s my time to go

Lay me down in the forest where the fir and cedars grow

Find a quiet spot, near a clear cut is just fine

I’ll watch the reprod grow as I pass the time.

Plant a seedling on my grave, I’ll give it a good start

This timberland is dear to me, so place it on my heart

I’ll return a little something to this land that gave to me

When its roots begin to grow, I’ll become part of that tree

My spirit will be gone. Where? I do not know

Somewhere beyond the stars, that is what I’m told

Perhaps, one day I’ll get a glimpse of who I used to be

Growing in the branches of that sacred tree

I’ll remember the years I spent working in the woods

Every cherished memory is nothing but good

I’ll recall the sounds and scents of a logger’s life

Breathe in the smell of sawdust and travel back in time

I’ll remember when I cut those trees and laid them down to rest

Just like God in heaven, we only took the best

I miss the guys I worked with, they were a motley crew

But you knew in a pinch they had your back for you

I loved to hear the yarder, let those whistles blow

Bring in another turn and let those chokers go

Out here in God’s country, what a life I led

A hard day’s work completed when I laid down my head

So, lay me down to rest somewhere in the woods

Plant a tree on me where I can do some good

Don’t grieve over me, somehow I will continue on

Though our time on earth is through we’re never really gone.

Our presence on this earth might be erased over time

But we live on in the hearts of those we leave behind

Life is ever-changing and if you should miss me

Take a walk out in the woods, I’ll be part of God’s country.

Written by: Kala Cota

A celebration of Lloyd’s life (respectfully socially distanced) will be held at Freshwater Park at noon Sunday, Nov. 7. RSVP lainaroland@gmail.com.

In lieu of flowers, kindly donate to Trinity County Animal Shelter, P.O. Box 1228, Weaverville, CA 96093, or take a stroll through the woods in his memory.

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