
Celebrating the Life of
March 28, 1927 — September 9, 2024
On March 28, 1927 in Renton, Washington (*needs confirmation), Earl and Maud Hayden (nee Boarman) welcomed their son Charles into this world. 97 years later, on September 9, 2024, with his 3 beautiful daughters at his side, Chuck Hayden left it. The mark he made is indelible.
Descended from early Montana pioneers, he embodied the courage, resilience and dogged determination that defined his ancestors. Their legacy of adventure and storytelling was woven into his life, reflected in his words and in his artwork that capture both the spirit of the American West and his own life's great adventures.
At age 15 he began painting in the Western Mountains. After serving in the navy during World War II, he returned home to pursue his passion for art, studying in California, Oregon, and Washington State. Recruited by the legendary ad agency N.W. Ayer and Son to work, not coincidentally, on the Wrangler account, he moved to Philadelphia where he settled in the city and bought a farm in Woodstown, NJ. It was during this time that he met and married the love of his life, Maria Antonia Sotelo. Together, Chuck and Toni raised Melissa, Michelle and Victoria first in Philadelphia and then Glen Ridge as he moved on to J. Walter Thompson in New York City. When he wasn’t working at the agency he often could be found teaching at the School of Visual Arts in New York or the Philadelphia College of Art.
The one constant throughout was the farm. (*need more on this) Chuck operated a horse and cattle ranch near Woodstown, NJ, and remained an active rodeo cowboy, competing well into his later years. His design of the Cowboy Jeans and Shirts Campaign revolutionized cowboy wear, catering to the unique needs of riders.
A son, brother, husband, father, uncle and grandfather. A cowboy, artist, teacher, author and musician. A friend to all and a mentor to many. Charles to some, Charley, Chuck, uncle Charley and uncle Chuck to others. And, to his wonderful team of caregivers, “Mr. H.” But mostly we will hear “Daddy” and “Grampa” when we think of him. He spanned generations, reinvented himself and evolved as life threw things at him, but never left behind the core of who he was...a gentleman. And a talented one, at that. He will be missed but we will always celebrate both how he approached life and the life he lived. And he will remain an inspiration to us and an example to follow.
Please join us in honoring and celebrating the life of Charles Hayden and tak a listen to: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/love-takes-action/id1619519723?i=1000641950521

Saturday, September 21, 2024, 10:00 am - 11:00 am Eastern Time
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Saturday, September 21, 2024, 11:00 am - 12:00 pm Eastern Time
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(Above a youthful Chuck Hayden doing cowboy things at the Cowtown Rodeo) The quintessential son-in-law story. “Hey Jimmy. Can you help me move something?” And something, of course, was a massive, brick insulated, cast iron stove weighing slightly less than a commercial aircraft. Which would have been hard enough, but it had to go up a flight of stairs - not normal stairs but stairs to the upper level of the giant barn at his farm in Woodstown. And when it wouldn’t fit through the posts at the top (why measure?) we took it down, went and removed the rails and brought it back up. And did I mention Chuck was about 70 years old at the time? There were a few moments where it was a crapshoot if either of us would survive that escapade, but ultimately I’m petty sure it was also in that moment that I solidified my relationship with him. I had proved my worth. Or maybe he was just training me for all the furniture moving he knew I was in for marrying his daughter!
My deepest condolences 💐 Melissa Michelle and Victoria for the loss of your dad- fondest memories of his kindness and love ❤️ Maurice
Chuck was a neighbor to my parents on Adams Terrace. We had many chats. I even took him several times to jam sessions where he played his banjo. He certainly knew how to live life well. He was such a multifaceted human, artist, cowboy, musician, farmer, etc. I am forever grateful that our paths crossed. He will be missed.
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