Robert M. "Bob" Utley 1929-1922, historian and author
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Robert M. Utley
Obituary
As Published in the Arizona Republic, June 14, 2022
It is with deep sadness we announce that Robert M. Utley, 92, distinguished author and historian, gently passed away on June 7, 2022, in Scottsdale, AZ.
His interest in the West and military history was initially sparked by a fascination with George Armstrong Custer at the age of 12, when he watched Errol Flynn portray the general in the movie They Died with Their Boots On. He spent six summers during college years as a park interpreter at Custer Battlefield National Monument, which steered him into western history. After getting his bachelor’s degree from Purdue and masters from Indiana University, Bob started a career that bridged his dual love of military history and National Parks into a highly illustrious career as a historian of western history. He joined the Army in 1952 graduating with honors from Officers Candidate School where he became a tactical officer then was assigned as historian in the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the Pentagon, where he left the Army as a captain and continued to serve as a civilian. He shifted his career as historian to the National Park Service as Regional Historian of the Southwest Region in Santa Fe for 7 years, where he played a key role in the development of the National Historic Preservation Act of 1966. Bob essentially had two simultaneous and very different careers: Five days a week he was proud to be a Washington bureaucrat—his definition was that a good bureaucrat makes good things happen and prevents bad things from happening. Then on evenings and weekends he researched and wrote history of the American West.
1980 was a momentous shift in Bob’s life. He married his 2nd wife, Melody Webb, who became his lifetime partner, best friend, and professional colleague for the next 43 years. Bob retired in the same year and turned full time to historical research, writing, consulting, and speaking. His love of National Parks and traveling made the next 16 years of following Melody’s blossoming career in the National Parks a pleasure, as they moved from Santa Fe to Lyndon B. Johnson National Historical Park in the Texas hill country, then in 1992 to Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming. Bob enjoyed cooking, and despite his disciplined regimen of researching and writing, referred to himself as Melody’s househusband. At his insistence, he and Melody visited every state in the union together and often included travel with Melody’s family or visiting friends all around the country, often to awards ceremonies or appearing as an on-camera commentator for television productions on PBS, the History Channel, and A&E, among others. After Melody’s retirement they moved to Georgetown, TX, where Bob served on the board of directors of Eastern National Park and Monument Association, twice as chairman. In 2007 they moved to Phoenix to be near Melody’s family, where Bob continued to write and travel. When traveling became difficult because of declining health Bob found he loved Regent cruises. Melody and Bob took a cross-Atlantic cruise, just a few months ago and Bob gleefully stated they were already planning their next one.
Bob spent hours each day researching his current book, typed all his notes, organized them so everyone could find them, and was still using them the week before he died. He kept a professional journal initially in books then on the computer for hundreds of pages. In addition, he chronicled his marriage and extensive travels through 19 volumes of photographs, well captioned and dated. Bob worked with a friend to develop a professional website, currently up to date with his personally written obituary. Fans of his books wrote him via his website, and he personally responded to every submission. Bob was very generous with his time in helping fledgling writers.
This discipline resulted in Bob’s extraordinary success as a historian and author. He wrote 23 books, including Billy the Kid: A Short and Violent Life, Sitting Bull: The Life and Times of an American Patriot, Lone Star Justice: The First Century of the Texas Rangers, and Geronimo. He won multiple national awards including, 4 Wranglers from National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum; 4 Spur Awards from Western Writers of America; the Owen Wister Award for lifetime achievement from Western Writers of America; and was inducted a Member of Western Writers of America’s Hall of Fame. One award he took great pride in receiving was the Society of Military History’s Samuel Eliot Morison Award. He was granted 3 Honorary Doctorates from Purdue University, Indiana University, and University of New Mexico.
Bob died on June 7, 2022, at age 92, in Scottsdale, Arizona, following complications from a simple surgery; memorial arrangements to be announced. He is survived by his beloved wife Melody Webb; two sons, Donald Warner Utley and Philip Lee Utley; loving extended family; as well as protegees and fans across the nation. He was working on his 24th book.
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and the obituary Bob Utley wrote himself in 2013 ….
Robert M. Utley
Obituary
July 2013
Hi Friends and Colleagues:
Melody insists that I write my own obituary, which makes sense. By the time you read this, I will have checked out and perhaps had my ashes scattered over the big rock in Logan Canyon, Utah, where Melody and I first connected in 1973. When and how I died will have to be filled in after I die.
Within a fairly narrow context, I think I have lived a pretty successful professional life. Personally, my first marriage went on the rocks in 1977 after twenty years, leaving two sons, Donald Warner and Philip Lee. Don is a lawyer and corporate executive, Phil an astrophysicist. My second marriage, from 1980 to my demise, was highly successful from beginning to end. Melody Webb has been a wonderful wife, a wonderful care-giver to one who lost almost all his hearing, a wonderful friend, and a wonderful professional colleague. (I tell a much more lengthy story of my life in my 2004 publication, Custer and Me: A Historian's Memoir, University of Oklahoma Press. Also, since 2011 I have had a web site, which may still be active when I die:
I was born in Arkansas on October 31, 1929, reared in Pennsylvania and Indiana, and obtained my higher education at Purdue (1951) and Indiana (1952) Universities. What launched by career, actually in two worlds, was a fascination with George Armstrong Custer, launched by Errol Flynn in the movie "They Died with Their Boots On." This at the age of twelve. The Custer addiction, which lasted until my death, led to six summers (1947-52) as a "historical aide" for the National Park Service at Custer Battlefield National Monument. Those were my college years, and they pointed me toward one of the two worlds–a career in the National Park Service.
The other world grew out of my intense desire to write history–about Custer, of course. A self-published brochure at the age of nineteen launched me toward that world. As I begin drafting this obituary, in the middle of 2014, I have published eighteen books; [at the time of this update, June 2015, the number stands at 21] more will have been added to the list by the time you read this. Although I began with Custer (and in 1988 published a biography of him), I expanded my interests to include a variety of aspects of the history of the American West. At the same time, as one of the organizers of the Western History Association in 1961, I drifted into association with academics. I did not aim my books at the academics but at the general reader, but the academics approved enough to establish my scholarly credibility. A number of my books have won prestigious prizes, and as a sign of academic approval I hold honorary doctoral degrees from Purdue (1972), Indiana (1983), and the University of New Mexico (1976).
In my early years, I cherished an ambition to make a career in the US Army. Narrowly escaping World War II, I hoped for a commission as an ROTC officer after graduating from Purdue University. High blood pressure kept me out of Senior ROTC. With the Korean War in progress, I finished schooling with an exemption from the draft. Then in 1952 I waived the exemption and was drafted. Basic training and Leadership School at Camp Roberts, California, led to assignment to Officers' Candidate School at Fort Benning, Georgia. Six months of brutal training led to a commission of second lieutenant infantry in May 1954. I was a distinguished graduate, second in my class, and as such eligible for a commission in the Regular Army. By that time, my military ambitions had weakened. I spent three months as a tactical officer at OCS and then manipulated the system, through friends, to get assigned as a historian in the historical section of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in the Pentagon. There I spent four years, the first three in uniform, the last as a civilian. I relate this long story to make two points: the field-grade officers I worked with in the Pentagon taught me what I should have been taught in graduate school and were responsible for the quality of my historical writing; second, that experience imbued me with a life-long interest in the military, especially the army.
After army service, I made my career in the National Park Service. I served as Regional Historian of the Southwest Region in Santa Fe from 1957 to 1964, when I was summoned to Washington to serve as Chief Historian, 1964-80. I played a major role in the development of the National Historic Preservation Act of 1966 and then in its implementation.
I took early retirement at age fifty in 1980 and returned to Santa Fe to marry Melody. While continuing to write books, I followed her career as a house-husband. After nine years in Santa Fe, Melody switched from history to management and became superintendent of the Lyndon B. Johnson National Historical Park in the Texas hill country. In 1992, she was chosen as assistant superintendent of Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming. Those years were very enjoyable for me, although they stressed Melody. In 1996 she too took early retirement at age fifty, and we moved back to the Texas Hill Country, settling in Georgetown, 30 miles north of Austin.
In Georgetown, I continued to write, concentrating on the Texas Rangers. Two books resulted: Lone Star Justice: the First Century of the Texas Rangers (Oxford 2002) and Lone Star Lawmen: The Second Century of the Texas Rangers (Oxford 2007). Earlier, with my first introduction to a literary agent, Carl Brandt, I published a biography of Sitting Bull, which was enormously successful. The Lance and the Shield: The Life and Times of Sitting Bull (Holt 1993). All books are listed on my web site, www.robertutley.net.
From 1977 until 1997, I served on the board of directors of Eastern National Park and Monument Association, twice as chairman. Melody had accompanied me to all the meetings, so knew all about this nonprofit association that supported the national parks, so she was logical chair of the board and served until 2006.
In 2007 Melody and I decided in explore the possibility of moving to a retirement community–a continuum care facility that would support us for life. I insisted that it be in the Phoenix area because that was where all her family lived. We chose what is now (October 2016) called Ví at Grayhawk. We have now lived here since 2009 and have never regretted the choice. We loved our big house in Georgetown, but it had to be cared for, and Melody found no compatible outlet for her need for social interaction. The scene in the exact opposite here.
As of this update (October 2016), I have published my 22nd book, comparing Billy the Kid and Ned Kelly, with Yale University Press. Before that UNM Press published my edited and annotated excerpts from the journals of a frontier army surgeon. I am now working on a book for the University of Oklahoma Press on Civil War generals who went west after the war. For my publications, in April 2015 I was inducted into the Western Writers of America Hall of Fame.
I turned 87 in October 2015, still handicapped by severe hearing loss and severe lack of balance. But not so handicapped that I can't enjoy Regent cruises. We have taken five since 2011.
In this January 2022 update, I insert the results of a four-day visit to the hospital. It appears that my mortality is definite but we don't know when. Melody and I agree two to three years. The explanation involves confusing terminology, so I simply insert what Melody wrote Paul Hutton:
Four days ago I took Bob to the hospital with shortness of breath. Since the hospital is overflowing with Covid, it was not an easy decision. I'm glad that I did because it was not simply shortness of breath. While he has had an echo-cardiogram every year for years, nothing serious had been found. This time the technician took special care to get just the right picture. It showed that the right side of his heart has stretched to the right. He has heart failure in the right side of the heart only. Apparently, in 2017 when he was diagnosed with a pulmonary embolism, it caused a serious and quite rare fatal disease that has taken nearly four years to fully materialize. The simple name is Pulmonary Hypertension. The longer name is Chronic Thromboembolic Pulmonary Hypertension (CTEPH). A clearly written description of the disease is: foundation.chestnet.org/lung-health-a-z/chronic-thromboembolic-pulmonary-hypertension-cteph/
Bob died on June 7, 2022, in Scottsdale, Arizona, following complications from a simple surgery; memorial arrangements to be announced. He was working on his 24th book.
