Merrimac – Anthony J. “Tony” Rogers, Sr., 74, husband of Sandra (Kelley) Rogers, and also known to many as “Butch”, passed away March 11, 2022 at Holy Family Hospital in Methuen.
Born in Newburyport, he was the son of the late Francis and Bertha (Wawro) Rogers. Raised in the Newburyport area, he attended Byfield Public Schools. Tony was employed with Kendall Construction in Groveland as a truck driver for over 25 years. He enjoyed camping at Glen Ellis Campground and in the White Mountains. Tony loved to cruise around to yard sales looking for hidden treasures. He loved his scallops from the former Seafood, Etc. in Haverhill. Tony enjoyed old westerns and the TV show Bonanza. Devoted to his family and his dog “Tommy”, Tony will be missed by all who knew and loved him, especially his beloved grandchildren, who knew him as “Grumpy”.
In addition to his loving wife Sandra, Tony is survived by his children, Anthony J. “Butch” Rogers, Jr. and his partner Kelly Boylan of Bradford; Shawn M. Rogers of Merrimac; David J. Rogers and his wife Jolena of Gloucester; grandchildren Heather Langdo, Zachary Rogers, Briana Rogers and Jayla Rogers; great-grandchildren Noah, Blake, Leianna, Vivienne, Brantley and Brayden; sisters Diane Finnegan of Byfield and Bernice Maliszewski of W. Newbury; and several nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his siblings Francis C. Rogers Jr. and Alice Pelletier.
Family and friends are respectfully invited to attend calling hours on Tuesday, March 15 from 4:00PM until 7:00PM at the Kevin B. Comeau Funeral Home, 486 Main St., Haverhill. Please visit Comeau Funeral Home on Facebook or www.comeaufuneral.com
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I’m deeply saddened to learn of my Aunt Ruth’s passing. I am one of the eight Collins kids (I’m second born in 1946) and my mother was Olive, one of the daughters to Edwin and Rose Brown. (My middle name is that of Grandpa Brown’s first name so every time I sign my signature a warm flash of remembrance of the Browns flashes through my aging skull.) I have very fond memories of our early life on Haseltine St as we lived three houses down from the Browns hacienda. We frequently waddled (diapered even!)down there through Grandpa Brown’s wonderful garden for visits where we were always lovingly received. My brother Tom developed his lifelong taste for scallions when he was about 3 after helping himself to Grandpa Browns’s tasty, fresh garden delights on those “voyages”” (or so they seemed then) down the street! The twins were not only beautiful to us even at that age but more importantly they always took the best care of us and showered us with games
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