Harold Leroy Carpenter (known as Pops to many) born 01/14/1944 in Scott City, Kansas to George and Doris (Duncan) Carpenter. The eldest of four siblings. Harold passed away peacefully at home on 10/8/2021 surrounded by family, after a short but valiant battle with Lung Cancer. 
Harold was certainly a unique individual. Always priding himself on being an independent thinker. He was always hoping to help others break themselves out of whatever mold they have found themselves poured into.
In his recent years Harold had put a lot of his time into his writing. Posting regularly to social media his thoughts on such things as politics and religion, critical thinking to self mastery. He put his ideas out there for others to see and to think about. Without worry on what they may think of him. For some Harold often seemed to be the one out of touch, and at times he certainly was! But he was always trying to find a path around the standard “go to” way of thinking. Seeing what was put in front of him and in the process get to the heart of what connects us all for the betterment of us as a whole people.
After a tumultuous series of life events in the city, at around the age of 50 years old, Harold found himself landing in Falcon Colorado, to live with his aging parents and helping care for the property where he, in many ways was able to reset much of his life. Without this reset, he may have felt lost for good. While not immediately able to just shake off some old bad habits, he over time, successfully kicked various types of addiction, overcame severe alcoholism and some years later even quit smoking tobacco, all nearly lifelong habits.
Using the space of his rural surroundings to pursue other interests he delved into many artistic endeavors, painting, sculpting, metal work and woodwork, restoring as much as possible, several pieces of farm machinery on the property. This farm equipment was acquired by his own father from all over eastern Colorado and it was no doubt instrumental to the very taming and development of this great region of our nation.
Tinkering seemed to be in this man’s nature. Whether it be automotive, structural or even fashioning himself as a worm farmer and building all his own equipment for the harvesting of their castings, from what was already at hand. Much like a character from one of his favorite stories such as a Dwarf or Gnome, Harold always seemed to pry into, tear apart and rebuild (sometimes with plenty of nuts and bolts to spare) anything set in front of him before moving right on to the next project. Harold was an inventor by the very definition of the word.
It was also during this time Harold was able to slowly foster back his relationships with other family and friends to varying degrees. Though plenty of the unfortunate decisions and events of his past were never going to completely lose the sting they originally delivered. It would seem patience, persistence and time could do quite a lot to dull the rest, and even begin healing others.
Harold was a holder of beliefs that were often Transcendental in nature. Though never absent of God, shifting and morphing with what he himself was hoping for and dealing with at the time. His studies took him into virtually every realm of not only western but also eastern and eclectic thoughts on the subject of God and Life and Death. All of this at the same time being tempered by such great thinkers and writers like Hermann Hesse, Mark Twain and his all time favorites Will Rogers and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Starting his education in the prairies of Karval, Colorado at the Pride of the Prairie School. And spending the remainder of his school years in the Colorado Springs area. He graduated from Wasson High School in 1962. He continued his education, spending some time at a theological seminary and eventually obtaining a degree from Pikes Peak Community College.
Harold is survived by his four children, all boys. With his first marriage to Tammy Wolters, two boys, Brandon (Anne) and Nick (Kathy), and with his second marriage to Lynn Bryan, two boys Justin (Laura) and Adam (Tiffene). Grandchildren Nick, Elen, Justin Jr, Iain, Hope, Kailynn, Mikenna, Sierra, Kalia, and Christian and several great-grandchildren. He is also survived by his mother Doris Carpenter, brother Bill (Jane) Carpenter, Brother Harve Carpenter, Sister Jan (Dave) Farrell, numerous nephews, cousins and friends. Harold played a monuemntal part in the lives of others whom cared for him as well.
Harold was preceeded in death by his father George Carpenter.
All that is gold does not glitter’
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. J.R.R. Tolkien