Share Your Memories Here

As a lasting memorial, our goal is to virtually bring together those friends, family members, colleagues, and students––far and near––whose paths crossed with Daryl during his lifetime.

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Please let readers know the context in which you knew Daryl, how your life crossed with his, where you are now, and the memories of Daryl you would like to share.

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  1. I had the pleasure of being a student in one of Daryl’s seminars. I thought he was a patient teacher, letting students really think about the material so that it had meaning to them in their own work. He often crosses my mind and will continue to do so.

    1. Daryl Hobbs was such a popular mentor and graduate committee member that he was more or less buried in dissertations and theses he was advising. When I asked him to sign on to my dissertation committee about 1985, I remember that he put a light weight dissertation in one hand and a very thick one in the other – and asked me which I thought was the better one. I made sure mine was heavy enough for him. He also told me he was pleased that I rarely asked for help or advice – and more or less showed up (after going through the Peoples Power “Revolution” in the Philippines) with the finished product. Daryl could lecture for hours without notes. One time after a long seminar, I asked him how he could sit on the table for two and a half hours or so and talk without getting up. He told me it was because he was having trouble with the zipper on his pants. He was a cheerful and intelligent scholar and he is greatly missed.

  2. Thanks to my dissertation advisor- got my PhD in 2000- would not have made it without Daryl. His words ring in my ears all the time as I think through world events and build research studies! Rest in Peace Daryl and peace to the family.

  3. My words can not come close to expressing the impact Daryl made on how I have come to view the world. Daryl’s teaching style, readings, and discussions/thought-provoking questions were so very effective in helping me think through and see the panorama of so many social issues. His warm smile and chuckle were infectious. He genuinely cared about and led discussions on a vast array of important topics that impacted all of us as a social network, neighborhood and community. The readings he assigned were ahead of their time. I still have all the books and articles from courses in the 1990s. I am proud to boast that he was my pivotal ‘outside’ member of my PhD Committee — preparing me for a career that requires open-mindedness, building and cashing in on social capital and understanding/planning/evaluating strategies for diffusion of innovation. What a blessing to get to ‘hang out’ with Dr. Hobbs while my dissertations topic took root and evolved. He taught me how to think! Thank you for a chance to tell you how influential he has been to me.

    1. Vicki, I arrived in Columbia in 1999 and as I made the rounds of university events, city council and board of education meetings, I had the opportunity to listen to Daryl at a discussion hosted by the First Presbyterian Church. He was sharing OSEDA data and commented that as a community we should focus on the problems we have, rather than on national issues that are not present, or pressing, in our community. Good advice I have tried to follow. I wish peace for each member of your family during this sad time. Best, Pat

    2. When I moved to Columbia in 1977, I was in search for employment. I got the usual run-around from potential employers. The one person who saw me as an employee worth taking a chance on was Daryl. Hours after my interview, I received a call asking me when I could start. Upon my first day, Daryl and Vicki left me to “fend” for myself. But that was okay. I went through “years” of reports and other things that truly introduced me to this wonderful man.

      Daryl was not only my employer but a friend. I can honestly say I regarded him as “family”. He took a chance on me and I will never forget that.

      The last time I saw Daryl, we talked about many things but I was impressed to see he continued to be concerned about others. This is the man, and friend, I will always remember.

    3. Daryl was a true man of peace. He skillfully used his research skills, teaching excellence and great interpersonal abilities to make Columbia, the State of Missouri, and the World better places. Additionally he forcefully spoke truth to power when necessary, especially with issues of war and peace. He was truly one of my heroes.
      Bill Wickersham

    4. When I arrived in Columbia in 1974, I was welcomed by three or four couples who went out of their way to help me settle in, one of these couples was Louise and Daryl. I suppose that we would have remained only occasional friends had we not discovered our parallel experiences of having done fieldwork in the same region of the southern Andes of Peru. For the next ten years or so, we recounted repeatedly and endlessly those experiences and that became the basis of a long and very rewarding friendship; he became not only a good friend but also a mentor.
      My best memories of my time in Columbia are of working on Sundays in Daryl’s “farm”, clearing brush, filling-in pot holes in the driveway, and doing other similarly therapeutic tasks. The best, however, was when a small group of us helped Daryl build the “big barn”; we labored hard, we drank beer hard and we had a great time, all under Daryl’s benign supervision. I was never happier in Columbia. I still have a photograph of me perched on a ladder, hammer in hand, pretending to be working hard.
      I left Columbia to work overseas in 1981 and only returned sporadically. Each time I returned, I visited Daryl. What struck me the most about Daryl during these infrequent visits was the peace that he seemed to have gained with Vicky, after the dark days that followed Louise’s tragic demise. He seemed much less restless and more optimistic. He would always speak glowingly of his children, they were obviously a genuine source of pride for him. I last saw Daryl in 1989, when I left Columbia for good.
      There are several things that I liked about Daryl, one of them is that he was always true to himself, he was always the same person, no matter where he was. I was always amused by his corny “Aw, shucks” response whenever anyone brought up the fact that he had been a quarterback on his college football team. I also liked his patience, he seldom seemed to lose his temper, even when I cut a beam for the barn the wrong length three consecutive times! Finally, I liked his friendliness, he never seemed rude, he genuinely liked people.
      He had a noble heart, he was a noble person, and he had a noble life. One cannot expect much more from a friend.

    5. I first met Daryl as an undergraduate student in his course, Social Change and Development in the fall of 1973. He would generally come to class with some notes scratched out on a 3×5 index card and would mesmerize the class for the entire hour as he related his adventures and experiences to the assigned readings. I was fortunate to work with Daryl and Bill Heffernan during the summers of 1974 and 1975 as an interviewer on a couple of rural development projects in Southern Missouri, as new graduate student. Daryl and Bill served as my mentors throughout graduate school. Daryl was a consummate teacher and was fond of teaching probability theory, also known as poker in his cabin at the farm, which provided a social event for graduate students and other occasional guests.
      I fondly remember the day in 1981 that I got the telephone call from Iowa State offering me a faculty position. After visiting with Bill about the offer, I trekked over to Clark Hall to share the good news with Daryl. After his congratulatory handshake and customary banter, the discussion turned serious as Daryl observed, “…. Paul you’ve landed a good job, but now the question is how are you going to keep it?” This lead to a lengthy discussion about what it would take to earn tenure and be successful in this new job. The shorten version Daryl left with me is the need to develop discipline in my scholarship and publish, publish and then publish some more. I followed Daryl’s advice and it has served me well in my 33 years as a faculty member at ISU. When I became chair of the department in 2002 I have consistently passed Daryl’s advice along to other junior faculty. Being a public scholar, engaged in Extension and outreach, building networks with stakeholders, being attentive to student demands still requires attention to publishing. Even though his declining health in recent years prevented personal communication, Daryl and his family have never been far from my mind. Daryl’s legacy of commitment to rural communities, and the importance of rural development initiatives have extended well beyond those of us lucky enough to have been able to call him a mentor and friend. As a proud alumnus of Iowa State University, Daryl remained a loyal Cyclone, and kept close track of my progress and the department as long as his health permitted. I have been honored to have had Daryl in my life and his spirit and legacy will continue to inform future generations of sociologists. Paul

    6. Daryl rescued me from unemployment in 1977, when extension was forced to freeze and eliminate a number of positions because of budget constraints. My position was eliminated and Daryl invited me to join his Title V Rural Development team. From that move, we became very good friends. I was always amazed at his insight and ideas that none of the rest of us had even imagined. He was a wonderful coach and great at sharing credits and recognitions. Because of my good fortune of working with Daryl, my career with extension was revived took some wonderful “twists and turns” clear through to retirement.

      He had a tremendous influence on my professional life at the University of Missouri but what I value most was our good, good friendship! Many, including me, consider knowing Daryl a blessing in our life.

    7. Daryl was a dear friend and mentor. I worked for him nearly three decades. It was an honor to learn from him and strive to help enact his notions about development. I benefited immeasurably from his intellect, his wisdom, his good humor and his kindness. He first helped me when I was an undergraduate looking for a job as a research assistant in the Sociology Department back in the mid-1960’s. He mentored me through graduate school and my career at MU. He just never stopped being helpful to me. And, I was not alone. He was a masterful helping hand to a countless number of us far and wide. The stream of folks in and out of his office was amazing. I will always be indebted to him.

      Daryl loved the ideal of a public university. He embraced the mission to empower individuals and communities by working together to foster the public good in practical ways.

      At the Office of Social and Economic Data Analysis (OSEDA) we were always awash in massive amounts of data. One of Daryl’s foremost concerns was about analysis. The analysis would take the form of an article or report and would come to life in one of Daryl’s presentations where maps and charts and graphics where used to unfold a story of issues and challenges. With a stack of overhead transparencies (and later with PowerPoints) he traveled to countless places, entertaining and enlightening his audiences. And, he made a point of listening carefully and respectfully to the questions and discussions that arose. In the process he made and renewed friendships. Often he returned to OSEDA with a nascent community development project. These projects were rooted in the desires of a local group to collaborate with Daryl and the university about a sensible application of information and knowledge. Hundreds of community development projects and programs blossomed from Daryl’s ever busy helping hands and thoughtful counsel. He was the very model of a land-grant university professor and good man.

    8. I’m not sure how this posting works but I must share….. Mr. Hobbs was a man in the background to me…at first. He moved his family in to a house across the street from me. His two younger children (at the time), Julie and Mary became my friends. Our friendship grew to more than just neighborhood friends, as we endured some of the toughest life lessons a person can imagine! From sneaking out of the neighborhood to buy candy one evening that ended myself in surgery and permanent partial use of my left hand (due to carrying my lightening bug jar and it breaking, severing nerve/tendons), to the tragic accident that left the family grieving the loss of Mrs. Hobbs, Julie severely injured and Mary with broken ribs. It was Mr. Hobbs that gave me special permission to see Julie while in her serious state. He knew how much his family meant to me.
      Moving the family to a new home was progress for the family but I had trouble dealing with it all. Mr. Hobbs made sure to involve me in their transitions and eventually we all moved on. Mr. Hobbs was the backbone to all my memories and the apparent success of having created such wonderful children.
      With loving memories and sincere condolences,
      Katie (Griffin) Gooch

    9. I’ve waited to share my memories about Daryl, in part because I needed to sift through all of the experiences we shared since 1959. I knew who he was prior to that time because he was on the football team while I was an undergraduate, but it was in graduate school that we became friends and started down the path we both followed in our own way for the next 40+ years.

      We both started our professional careers in higher education by becoming Extension Rural Sociologists at ISU on the same date, September 1, 1961! We sat in the hotel room in Ottumwa, IA the night before, making up (in the literal sense of the word) the presentation that kicked off the first “multi-county” Extension community economic development program in the country. We were physically cutting and pasting, making a flannel board presentation for the Extension staff in 11 counties that set the framework for successive multi-county efforts in Iowa and elsewhere.

      From then on until Daryl left for Missouri we spent countless hours developing materials, initiating participatory local surveys and studies, creating and delivering multi-session leadership development programs. We chased our hood ornaments (yes, all autos had them) through most of Iowa’s 99 counties over the next few years. Sometimes we flew via the University’s single engine plane. On one occasion, coming back from a program the plane began to “ice up” and the pilot said we’d have to divert to Waterloo, and he hoped we would make it! We did, but a colleague who was with us swore he’d no longer fly. Daryl and I did, and on a trip to Davenport on a extremely cold day the engine wouldn’t turn over when went to leave, so the pilot asked Daryl to get out and give the prop a turn with his hand. He did it! We didn’t fly with that pilot again. Daryl was rarely late for meetings, but he’d cut the time so close that he would give heartburn to those in charge of programs. I on the other hand have probably wasted a year of my life by showing up earlier than needed or expected. I managed our calendars and travel arrangements and early on would back up our departure by 15-20 minutes. It worked out well. We often grabbed our “dinner” at Henry’s Hamburgers; 5 for a dollar, on the way out of town. This was BM (before Macdonald)

      Our work led to opportunities to be key speakers at out-of-state venues as well — including one for nearly 200 nuns at Notre Dame! Our sleeping quarters were in a college dorm and the “get up and go to Mass bell” went off 6:a.m.

      In 1963 we were both invited to interview for two positions at Cornell University. We received identical offers from Dr. Olaf Larson, head of the Rural Sociology department, for $10,000 — which was a good offer. We both declined (ISU was paying us the same amount) and Dr. Larson never forgave us — often wondering how we could turn down Cornell!

      After Daryl left in 1964 we continued to touch base at various professional and project meeting. We both were in charge of the Title V Rural Development programs in our states. After nearly 25 years I took an administrative position at the University and in that role Daryl and I frequently interacted professionally. I valued his input and his thorough knowledge about Missouri and the university. I used the output from OSEDA, both personally and as tools for the community economic development programs in Missouri. In our “off time”, which wasn’t much different than our regular time, after we had solved university’s problems and the problems of the local, state and national governments, we often shared the many memories we had about our work and wondered how we both had been so fortunate in our careers.

      When I retired from administration in 1999 I moved over to OSEDA and had the wonderful opportunity to associate more frequently with Daryl as a colleague. We often spoke about the things we would be able to do when he decided to hang it up. Unfortunately, that time didn’t really come to pass. I miss him dearly every day. May you Rest in Peace Daryl, and don’t be late for my arrival.

    10. All of us who were taught by or worked with Dr. Daryl carry his ideas and messages forward. What better way to show our gratitude and love for this great man! There are only a handful of people in this world who have been so valuable to thinking and doing that their ideas live on – Daryl is one of them.

  4. In 1971, I joined the sociology faculty at the University of Missouri-Columbia. At that time General Sociology (College of Arts & Sciences) and Rural Sociology (College of Agriculture) shared administrative duties of what was in effect a joint department. Daryl had stepped down as chair of the two departments in 1970 after successfully steering them through arguably the most difficult academic conflict in the university’s history. Seven faculty members had cancelled classes after students had been killed by National Guard soldiers at Kent State during a demonstration against the Cambodian invasion during the Vietnam War. Daryl had refused the chancellor’s order to divulge the names of the faculty members and he was suspended without pay along with the faculty who had cancelled classes. Daryl was under huge pressure to comply with the chancellor’s request, but he stuck to his belief in academic freedom and as such protected the entire faculty from the political whims of administrators. A long struggle ensued, headed by the American Association of University Professors, which affirmed Daryl’s decision and led to full restitution for the faculty involved.

    All faculty, extant and future, are welcome to join me in a resounding thanks to Daryl for his heroic efforts on our behalf during that troubled time.

    Richard Hessler

  5. Daryl Hobbs eagerly welcomed Don and I (Beth) when we arrived in Columbia, Missouri in 1969 and Don joined the Sociology Department at the University of Missouri. Daryl, as I knew him, was enthusiastic, positive, and sincerely friendly. It is no wonder that he was held in high esteem by those who knew him. Daryl was a real leader. He was courageous, not afraid of assuming responsibility in difficult times, and stood up for his convictions when others did not.
    Don adds: Daryl had the amazing ability to bring people together. And then when a project succeeded he made sure that others got the credit rather than himself. He was the most effective chairman that I ever knew.

  6. I met Daryl in 1993 when I began work for him at OSEDA. It is hard to eulogize a man who mentored and so profoundly changed the lives of many. Daryl was a truly good man in the very best sense of that, and was a friend to me and all who ever met him. He will be missed by many; I have missed his guiding presence deeply since his retirement from MU.

  7. Daryl helped me with many MO rural development project during my USDA career. I always enjoyed his wit and valued his judgement and friendship. We had common farm backgrounds. We wanted to improve the lives of Missouri farmers, rural residents, and small communities. My sympathy to you and your family.

  8. I met Daryl in 1992 when I started attending the University of Missouri. He ended up being so influential in my life and pushed me to do things I would have never tried. He gave me my first job out of college and was always there to encourage me with a high five and that infectious smile. Daryl, may you rest in paradise.

  9. Daryl was one of my older cousins. I’ll always remember when we were younger that I always thought he had such big hands. He always had a smile on his face and to me his eyes seemed to twinkle all the time.

  10. My most personal interaction with Daryl was during our graduate school days (late 1950s and early 1960s) in Rural Sociology at Iowa State University. We were two of the many graduate students at that time completing their MS and PhD degrees under the direction of Professors George Beal and Joe Bohlen. Each of us had our own assignments for one or two of the many large adoption/diffusion or rural community development research or extension projects underway. And much of the work was carried out in “The Shop” a relatively small room on the top floor of East Hall where graduate students spent all day and most nights discussing, challenging, and arguing how best to do sociological research and extension work. Daryl was always “in the thick of things”: abstract thinking, building theories, developing propositions to test, moving levels of abstraction, building measurements and indicators, selecting appropriate statistics for sampling and analysis, developing papers for professional meetings and journals, as well as endless flannel board presentations for both professional organizations and, most importantly, the rural people we were seeking to serve as public servants. When Daryl joined the UM in 1964 I was beginning my faculty career at Iowa State. I was fortunate to interact with Daryl throughout our professional careers, especially with programs of the Rural Sociological Society and international development projects. It was Daryl who provided me my first opportunity to do global work. In 1966 I received a call from Daryl inviting me to join a major U.S. Agency for International Development Adoption and Diffusion Communications study in Malawi, Africa. In the summer of 1967 my wife Eileen and I “had the opportunity” of evaluating the impact of “Farm Radio Listening Groups” in rural villages throughout Malawi. This experience opened the doors for many other global projects in Africa, Asia, Europe and the Middle East extending from 1967-2014. Eileen and I just returned from assessing the impact of rural development projects (water, health, education, food security) in rural villages in Tanzania which were initiated in 2003! We feel privileged to have shared some of life’s experiences with Daryl. His is a life to be celebrated.

    Gerald Klonglan

    1. Dear Gerald–we have never met, but I would love to communicate with you about the work you and Eileen have done in Tanzania. I have been managing the USAID/Tanzania Economic Growth office for the last three years–and will be here for another year or so. Thanks for sharing your wonderful memories of my Dad. Best wishes, Mary Hobbs

  11. I remember Daryl all of my life because he was one of my older cousins. I remember him being soft-spoken, even tempered and always had a easy-going smile on his face. He was tall and very handsome (of course, that is in a 6-16 year old young girl’s eyes). He was kind hearted and a loving man with his grandmother, aunts and uncles, and the many cousins in the family. I could easily tell that he was a very knowledgeable man (even though I never knew quite what he did) and well respected. I will always remember that strong, kind man with a twinkle in his eye.

  12. I knew Daryl for over 25 years. Only from a distance for the first 15 (I was in St. Louis then and only saw Daryl on my visits to OSEDA). But for the next ten I had the good fortune to have an office on the 6th floor of Clark Hall that was on the path from the elevator to Daryl’s office. And since Daryl and I were frequently the first persons to arrive in the morning and because Daryl loved to talk, we had many conversations over my first cup of coffee. We shared interests in sports, politics and demographic data, especially as they
    applied to Missouri. Daryl would just stick his head in on the way by to make a brief comment and 15 minutes later he was still leaning against the door jamb
    with that elfin smile on his face as we started to go over things for the second or third time. We mostly agreed on whatever Daryl wanted to talk about, but even if we didn’t (as with some technical aspects of choropleth mapping, for example)
    Daryl would just smile and ignore (or at least not respond to) the opposing opinion. You could disagree with Daryl but it was hard to argue with him.

    The thing I remember most about Daryl happened in the spring of my first year at OSEDA (1999) when I must have mentioned that my wife Elaine was planning to try and start a garden in back of our condo. The prospects were not too good because the ground did not appear to be arable (it still had the look of a construction site) but Elaine had always had a garden and
    she was going to give it a try anyway. Then one cool sunny Saturday morning Farmer Daryl and Vicki showed up at our place with their gas-powered tiller and spent the entire morning turning over the hard dirt beneath the deck at the back of our condo. I tried to help but they wouldn’t let me. Later that summer we had easily the best (and, truth be told, the only at that time) garden on the block, and it continues to be so fifteen years later.

    Daryl was the heart and soul of OSEDA. We really miss him.

    Picture of Daryl taken in 2004.

  13. It is difficult for me to say anything in addition to what as already been posted. I will start by noting that Daryl’s death affected me about the same as the death of my brother this last spring. The world lost a wonderful person. Daryl was a close friend, a mentor and even a bit of a competitor at time. I was always amazed at Daryl’s mental capacity. His brain was filled with such things as batting averages of bygone athletes, details of the writing of numerous social theorists and much more. My reading of Daryl is that he loved to help people regardless of whether they were students or somebody in southern Missouri. His favorite ammunition was facts, information often in the form of maps and charts or as he called them: “grabbers” that would hold the attention of his audience.
    To use an old cliche, “they broke the mold after Daryl.” It would be very difficult or impossible to find another person with such a fine intellect and who could hit a golf ball 300 yards. Well, he did have a tendency to slice it a bit.
    Thanks Daryl for making all of us stand a little taller.
    Rex

  14. Daryl Hobbs contributed so much to our understanding of Missouri and its people through OSEDA. I used the data displays nearly every week in my teaching about education and life in this state. What a difference he made.

  15. In January 1994 I left John Wedman’s office in Townsend Hall to try and find someone in the Rural Sociology department who would serve as a member of my Ph.D. committee. I had chosen Rural Sociology as my outside support area just because it sounded interesting. I was on my way to see someone named Dr. Hobbs, who was part of OSEDA. When I was ushered into his office to ask him for a recommendation on who would be a good person to be on my committee, he put his feet up on his desk, clasped his hands behind his head, and asked me a couple of questions. Then he stated that he thought he would be interested in serving on my committee. From that day forward he was instrumental in my Ph.D. work. That very day he listed about five rural sociology courses he said I needed to enroll in (several taught by him, which were among the best courses I ever took anywhere!), then he opened up his filing cabinets and loaded me down with dozens of photocopies of journal articles, book chapters and odds and ends that he said would be of use to me. Indeed they were! When I reached the dissertation phase of my program Dr. Hobbs graciously provided data for me to analyze, and he steered my interpretation of this data along with my conclusions. He even arranged for me to work with one of the research professors in OSEDA to help with the statistical analysis. While Dr. Hobbs was “only” the outside member of my Ph.D. committee, I can say without doubt that I would not have completed my program without him. I have always wanted to be like him in my dealings with students, I only hope that I have succeeded in some small fashion. He was a true scholar. I will always be thankful to him.

    Edward A. Williamson, Ph.D. (Information Science and Learning Technologies, 1998)
    Associate Professor of Education and Child Development at Drury University (since 1999).

  16. I can add little but I would like to relate two short anecdotes that say a lot about Daryl Hobbs the man and academic. Daryl and I co-taught a course on social change and development for several years. One of his talents was that he would take up all of the strands of class discussion and blend them into a final “thought for the day”. This helped make for very good classes, but it was also almost a compulsion for Daryl. If I added a comment or a question after his wrap-up, Daryl would feel the need to do a new summation that included my ideas. I quickly learned that a class might never end if Daryl could not give his “last word”. He had a total respect for the ideas of others, but wanted no loose ends.

    The second concerns Daryl’s ability to see the best in others. Daryl was famous for writing glowing and sometimes lyrical letters of recommendation. I sat on a graduation admissions committee for more than a decade and the worst Daryl ever said about some one was that “Mr. __________ is a diamond in the rough” about a student who barely maintained a B average graduate school and who had to re-write every paper that they did in order to reach the B level. How inspiring is that!! He always saw and brought out the best in his students.

  17. I met Dr. D. Hobbs in 1983, when I arrived in Columbia, Missouri from Tunisia to start my Ph.D program in Rural Sociology.
    I was very impressed by Daryl upon attending one of his presentations, after which, I signed up for all his classes and never missed a lecture, throughout my entire program.
    He truly was an amazing theoretician and practitioner: All in one. This is not something one encounters every day in the academic world.
    His pragmatic teaching served me well in my career at the World Bank. I will always remember Daryl as a competent and nice man who supported me throughout my program along side of Rex Campbell, my advisor.
    My sincere condolences to Vicky and daughters.

  18. It seems safe to say that I would not be who I am or where I am professionally if my life had not intersected that of Daryl Hobbs. The memory of our first meeting is still remarkably clear. It was my first semester of graduate school, and first semester of any classes, graduate or undergraduate, in sociology or rural sociology. I was shoehorned into a smallish classroom in GCB (I think) with 40+, mostly undergraduate, students for RuSoc 335, Social Change and Development. At the appointed time, in sauntered a gray-headed man in a windbreaker who proceeded to deliver, apparently off-the-cuff and without notes or visual aids, a very succinct explanation of globalization. I, for one, was mesmerized and I think pretty much followed him back to his office that day. With the benefit of 21 years of perspective, I can say that in class that day I saw not only what I wanted to DO, but who I aspired to BE in the person of Daryl.
    Daryl became, along with Bill Heffernan, my co-advisor and co-mentor for the remainder of my graduate studies, my employer at OSEDA, and a life-long friend. I will always remember the way in which he lived out the social scientist’s credo: data –> information –> knowledge –> wisdom.
    I really enjoyed reading through the memories shared by such a wide array of friends and colleagues. I had to chuckle at the signature Hobbs mannerisms that apparently left an impression on so many of us in independent settings: the feet on the desk/hands clasped behind the head, the easy chuckle, the warm handshake from those immense hands, the graceful deflection of attempts to directly disagree in an academic discussion, and the always unassuming, “aw shucks” manner in the face of any praise.
    To all of his children and to Vicky: thank you for sharing this truly noble man with us.

    Michael Seipel
    (Ph.D., Rural Sociology, 1997)
    Professor & Chair of Agriculture
    Truman State University

  19. While I worked at the Columbia Daily Tribune in the 1990s as the features editor of four sections of the paper at that time–a relentless job–Daryl and Vicky invited me and our children to use their pond for fishing whenever we wanted. He also suggested that we take the boat out to the deeper parts in addition to casting our poles from shore. We did and often. Many evenings after work, when the weather was good, we would hop in the car loaded with our gear and drive the seven miles to the Hobbs pond for a mini-vacation…at least that is what it felt like. All the pressures of the day seemed to vanish with each and every minute we spent on that pond–usually hearing Daryl driving his tractor/mower in the distance. He’d always wave and give his big grin when he saw us. I have many wonderful fishing stories to tell from those days and deep gratitude to both Daryl and Vicky for their wonderful hospitality and generosity.

  20. A fellow with a ready smile, respected by many here and far away places. A fellow who knew how to help in any situation. A fellow who was always learning and researching. That was Dr. Daryl Hobbs.
    My nephew, the oldest of the grandchildren, was seven years younger than I. At a young age he spent time on the grandparents’ farm located in the Ellis community near Iowa Falls, IA. I felt we grew up together. Then, of course, our lives went different directions. But there was always time for family in sad and happy times. When our families were grown, we felt that tug of closeness– a trip to Europe and other events. All of that time I didn’t know all that he did and even gathering around the table he never discussed what he was doing. Rather we were back in Ellis and recalling what we remembered about neighbors. So many interests and so much knowledge. A very special person we loved dearly. That was our Daryl.

    Maxine Hobbs Wickham

  21. I owe much to Daryl’s life, as I know many others do as well.

    Daryl was willing to be bold in the service of what he saw as right.

    When he was living with his family for a time in the Lake Titicaca area of Peru , he was able to help some American expats doing community development work there by helping them earn university credit by participating in evening and weekend classes that he led. He loved to tell about the bureaucratic hurdles that he was able to overcome to make that possible. Likewise he was consistently willing to help international students make their way through what must have seemed at times to be a confusing maze of academic procedures. One former student remarked to me that it was his willingness to see the whole person that was so much appreciated. Daryl also wanted to see that results of transforming data into knowledge could be made available to help local policymakers make informed decisions, and he helped create an organization that is still works toward that end.

    My sons & I will always treasure some time that we spent when he and Vicky were enjoying some time away from their work: fishing during the day surrounded by the beauty of the Canadian wilderness, lovingly prepared food, and thoughtful conversation at the end of the day.

    His was a life very well lived indeed.

  22. I am deeply saddened by the passing of a great mentor, a brilliant scholar like Daryl. Although I was earlier trained in Paris ,it was with Daryl that I fully blossomed as a sociologist, not just rural sociologist fully prepared to translate social theory into practical
    constructs, thus discovering the dimension of Praxis, the necessary wedding of theory and action. His seminar “Social change and Development in the Third world” was an intellectual laboratory for foreign students and American ones aiming to work on International development. Daryl inspired me so much that I duplicated this course at the University of Vermont with high enrollment rates over the years. Daryl took many foreign students under his wing and mentored them and most of them today hold prominent positions at home or in the U.S.(Tukur Baba (Nigeria). Hooshang Pazaki(Iran), Max Muya(Tanzania)
    Arbi Ben Achour(Tunisia) Fati Suleyman (Egypt), Gerome Gefu
    (Nigeria) Wilbrod Chandiwaya(Zimbabwe), Joe Kibirigi (Ouganda) among others. What impressed me most about Daryl was his humility, down to earth scholar, with an unmatched ability to bring the best out of his students. He was very generous with us, giving us the proper pedagogical skills we today apply in the classroom. I always refer to him to my students as a role model scholar to emulate. Here was an intellect at ease with the major sociological theories from Functionalism Modernization, positivism, Marxism, critical theory, dependency, World system,
    and all the new trends emerging in the discipline. A meeting with him will always satisfy my intellectual curiosity and open new challenges in my academic experience, and, yes without his guidance I would not be able to succeed in academia.
    We miss you Daryl.
    sWithout a doubt I know that he shaped my academic career. We miss him dearly.

  23. Like other rural sociologists of my generation, I knew Darryl Hobbs both by reputation and as one of the nicest persons in the academic world I would ever meet. On visiting the U. of Missouri many years ago, Darryl was the perfect host, even printing out for me as a demonstration on what was for the times a very sophisticated printer and computer program, a picture of a steam locomotive. It still sees the light of day every Christmas, along with my other holiday-related train decorations.

  24. Daryl Hobbs was a charismatic leader. People were happy to help with his projects, which were many and varied. His charisma came from his vision for important projects to improve the human condition. These projects extended into many areas of the social, economic, political world. Always he brought good sociological and economic analysis to bear upon important problems and searched for reforms and reorganizations that would improve the conditions and opportunities faced by real individuals, families, communities, nations, and indeed the whole world. The effort included health care delivery systems, reforms of K-12 education, redeveloping the vineyard industry in Missouri, working on agricultural production systems in many parts of the world, and many other endeavors. I remember his story about riding a burro through the mountains of Colombia to examine the social conditions and agricultural production systems. He developed practical intervention projects with coalitions of people that he put together. Daryl had a vision for developing the coalitions and holding them together. Everyone looked to him for leadership and happily joined in the projects. He helped so many people in so many ways that they were anxious to help him with his projects. He was a visionary with an exceptional ability to bring his visions into reality. I was fortunate to know him and work with him mainly in the building of the Sociology-Rural Sociology graduate program at MU. This program brought us many great students including many from other countries, some named above by Moustapha Diouf. One of the major joys of my life has been working with those students as well as the many great American students in that program.

    1. Daryl was Chair for most of the tumultuous time I was in Columbia, in the late sixties and early seventies, and I would chat with him when I returned to Columbia, which was not often. I remember him for his kindness and interest in the students. I recall one particularly nice thing—I had a fellowship, which kept body and soul together, but not much else. At one point I needed money to get a thesis (for a degree in another department!) typed: this used to be the biggest financial crisis one encountered in grad school. He somehow heard about it and called me in and said that he could come up with $65 for me—about a third of my monthly income at the time—to get it typed. He also had someone—a student in need—who would do it for that price. So he was able to do two good deeds at once. This was just how his mind worked—every good deed could be multiplied into more good deeds. And he always had his eye out for things that needed to be done.

  25. Daryl was an incredible mentor to me during my time at Mizzou. I did an independent study course with him my Senior year and learned more about rural/community development in those 4 months than I did in the entirety of my undergraduate career. When I moved on to grad school and beyond, he was someone I returned to time and again for wisdom, guidance and encouragement. He had the best ability to take a set of numbers or the results of a study or anything incredibly ‘academic’ and translate it into information that mattered to the listener, no matter his or her vocation or station. But most importantly, he was kind, positive and encouraging. I am profoundly saddened that the world has lost someone who was truly hopeful about our ability to create and grow rural communities, and I am so thankful to have had his influence during my journey. To Vicky and family: thank you for sharing Daryl with so many of us. We were all made better because of him.

  26. I only recently learned of Daryl’s passing; I extend my sincerest sympathy to Vicky and the rest of his family.

    It was my joy to know Daryl as an Extension colleague at MU; he was remarkable in many ways: the professional contributions he made, his dedication to his students, his colleagues, and communities across the globe.

    But, what I will remember most was how comfortable he was in his skin, how open he was to meeting and getting to know

    just about anyone, and how much he seemingly enjoyed each moment. He was one of those people who could talk to anyone, making them instantly comfortable. He acted with total attention to the person and with respect; he related the same to “common man” as he did to a national leader. As my mother-in-law would say: He was a gem.

    Barb Froke
    3/24/15

  27. Daryl Hobbs was one of the brightest people I knew in over thirty years of work in the Land Grant University System. I feel truly blessed to have known him as a friend and colleague.

  28. It has taken me two years to find a way to express a bit of the impact that Daryl had on my life. It is with awe that I could call him my brother-in-law and friend.

    Having said that, he has also probably shortened my life with worry. In the pursuit of making the world a better place, he would go to countries, out into where the needy lived, to learn about the people and determine how best to give them the knowledge and tools they needed to make a better life for themselves. Making sure he understood the people and their traditions with respect for them was a vital part of the decision process. These places weren’t safe, comfortable, easy to get to areas. Bribery was needed to get home in at least one situation that I know of.

    No matter what you believe or don’t believe about God, my belief is that God is pure love and when we love others, without conditions, we are pleasing God. Daryl spent his life pleasing God, not just by loving but by caring for those who were unable to care for themselves, all over the world.

    Table conversation often entailed getting out a map and/or pictures. We learned about anthropology, sociology, geography, education issues, economics, politics, psychology… and even engaged in brain-storming. My children could probably teach a class in Daryl speak.

    I have met many wonderful people and graduate students who have impacted my life through Daryl. When I see someone from another country or someone with a beautiful accent, it’s all I can do to keep from pulling them aside to barrage them with 50 questions.

    Our family vacations, courtesy of Vicki and Daryl, were awesome. I found that Daryl did have a point where steam would rise from his head in solemn silence. It was a very rare sight but when Vicki and I found a wonderful short cut through Canada saving many miles it was highly visible. It was a beautiful wide gravel road when we started out. As we went it became less beautiful. The trees and brush got closer, the gravel thinner and no place to turn around. There was bear and Moose poop decorating the road which turned into a dirt path with grass in the middle. Out of no-where we came to a little drive where an older couple sat in their car. We asked them if the road did indeed come out on the highway they assured us it did but didn’t know the highway number. (angels?) They strangely disappeared behind us. We slowly traveled on to finally come out where we were supposed to. Lesson learned.

    We’ve learned, laughed and gained a perspective on life that few have the opportunity to know. If we can each take these lessons and share them by caring for others and teach our children to do the same, we can all continue to honor his memory and do our part in making the world a better place.

    Thank you all for sharing your memories with us. Love, Debbie Byrd

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