Birth date: Apr 4, 1937 Death date: Nov 30, 2025
Roger Allen Powell, 88, a St. Petersburg resident for 68 years, died peacefully on Sunday, November 30th, 2025 surrounded by family in St. Anthony’s Hospital. Roger was born in Delaware, Ohio on April 4th, 1937 to the late Alfred Read Obituary
I knew Roger for over 50 years. One of the finest men I ever met. He we'll never be forgotten.RIP Roger.
Paul McPartland
I have had the opportunity and privilege of living next door to Roger and Judy for the past approximate ten years. I've never met a nicer man, always smiling, always happy and always thinking of others. When hurricane Irma damaged my Jacaranda tree in my backyard, Roger immediately cranked up his chainsaw and helped me disarm some dangerous broken limbs. When it was cold, he would bring over straw for my rabbits to make sure they were warm enough and when I lived briefly out of state, he helped me with my house and (then) tenants. While most people are prone to mood swings, Roger was always upbeat and happy with his disarming, boyish grin that made one wonder "How and why is he ALWAYS so happy?"
Those of us he is leaving behind have our work cut out for us--carrying on without his light-hearted good nature but what a blessing it is to know that his loving influence lives on.
Roger was my uncle, i have a lot of great memories which i will always treasure. I was very fortunate to be able to spend a lot of time in the outdoors with him. Fishing, hunting, which was his happy place. He will be missed dearly by many. Love Buddy powell and Family.
My Papa was the best to me; he always played outside and built fires with me. He'd take out his camping equipment in the backyard to make eggs in the morning. He taught me how to drive his tractor. We use to set up his feeder at our property in North Florida and watch the deer on our game cam. He taught me how to fish and shoot a gun. He would sneak me into the attic when Grandma was gone to look around. He was so goofy all the time. He was the best and I miss him so much.
Brielle Lee, his great-granddaughter
Uncle Roger was always soft spoken, funny and kind. Growing up, I remember visiting him and Aunt Judy weekly or them coming to visit us.
My Dad, Dick Powell and Uncle Roger were brothers. The older I got the more I appreciated listening to their stories and looking at photos they shared. You will be missed but never forgotten, Uncle Roger. I love you. Rest easy!!
I have countless memories and stories of my uncle/“father”/friend that I will treasure for an eternity, from working on cars, helping with his stripping business to hunting, fishing and hanging out with family. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about him and wish I could pick up the phone and talk to him again. I can’t say that I have a favorite memory as each one is special in its way, but I’d like to share this one.
We were hunting in Tide Swamp during muzzle loading season. We were cleaning our weapons in the tent (as it was cold) at the end of the day and he got a cleaning patch stuck in the barrel. He pull out the nipple and put a “little” powder in the barrel to “blow” out the patch. The first, second and third time were unsuccessful, each time adding a “little” more powder. On the fourth attempt after adding a “little” more powder he placed the barrel into his duffel bag (as before) and was successful with clearing the patch along with blowing a hole in the bottom of the duffel bag and catching the tent floor on fire. We stomped out the fire, stumbled out of the tent coughing and laughing and he said “what the hell was I thinking”.
Give mom a big hug and I’ll see all of you again.
My Papa was one of my favorite people on the planet. Some of my best memories are with him. When I was little, we would play pirates, princesses, or go camping in the backyard. Grandma always said she was watching two kids instead of one. Even as I got older, he would always find a way to create an adventure out of everyday things. The hole he's left in my life will last a lifetime. I miss him so much already.
His granddaughter, Brooke Blydenburgh
