Richard Evans, of Lily, died Tuesday, July 14, 2015. He was 57 years old. He was born on January 22, 1958 in Waukesha, a son Nancy (Putnam) Evans of Antigo and Roger Evans of Missouri. He married Luella (Powell) McConnell on February 17, 2012.
He graduated from Waukesha High School.
Richard was a proud member of International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local 2150 for 31 years.
He enjoyed everything Harley Davidson, taking yearly trips to Sturgis, flower and vegetable gardening, hunting, fishing and hobby farming. He loved spending time with his family, especially his grandchildren.
In addition to his wife and parents he is survived by two daughters, Faith Evans of Pewaukee and Kristen McConnell of Green Bay; two sons, Douglas Evans of Madison and Daniel (fiancÃ© Terica) McConnell of Green Bay; four grandchildren, Trevor, Ella, Meyah, Noah and soon to be Layla; sister, Susie (Tracy) Gac of Whales; brother, David Evans of Missouri; sisters and brothers-in-law, Sharon (Jerry) Buck of Lily, Shirley (Brian) Mikkelson of Green Bay, Elmer John (Mary) Powell of Appleton, Dee Powell of Lily and Steve (Shawn) Powell of Green Bay.
He was preceded in death by a brother-in-law, Eugene Powell.
A visitation will be held Saturday from 4 to 8 p.m. at the Bradley Funeral Home concluding with a prayer service at 8 p.m. Burial will take place at St. Mary's Catholic Cemetery in Pickerel.
Antigo, WI 54409
Antigo, WI 54409
just went fishing and thought about my cousin Rick
who was the first person I went trout fishing with
in a stream, nonetheless!
the Lily River just north of the Menominee Reservation
the old family cabin that's still there
we were both young boys
he got a barbed hook stuck in his thumb
and we had to go have my uncle push it through the skin and snip off the barb
we were fascinated by the coloration of the fish
and the stream currents and depths and eddies
and his woven creel basket that we put our catch in
I truly loved this cousin of mine from the days of toddlerhood
feeding ducks at the milwaukee medical college ponds
to swinging on ropes in the hayloft of their barn on townline road
to climbing trees to eat our hamburgers so the dogs couldn't steal them from our young boy hands
and riding hogs like bucking broncos...holding on to their ears
and getting thrown every time and laughing at the joy of the experience
I think I may have known him better than anyone when he was at his purest and happiest
I pray may God please welcome him home