Later Years
In 2004 Rollins and his wife, the Dallas native, Sarah-Finch Maiden Rollins, known as Skippy Rollins, moved to Boulder, Colorado. He died there four years later. In addition to his wife of sixty-four years, he was survived by a son, Guy Rollins (born March 15, 1946) of Wimberley in Hays County near San Marcos, Texas; two daughters, Sally Sodal of Boulder and Edna Gary Thomas of Doha, Qatar. A memorial service was held on November 15 at his church of membership, St. Paul's United Methodist Church, in Boulder. While in Houston, the Rollinses had been active in the Chapelwood United Methodist Church.
Rollins was affiliated with some twenty organizations, the American, Gulf Coast, and Boulder Mensa International societies, Masonic lodge, Knights of Pythias, Veterans of Foreign Wars, the American Legion, Sons of Confederate Veterans, Military Order of the Stars and Bars (descendants of commissioned officers of the Confederate Army), Sons of the American Revolution, Society of Descendants of Washington's Army at Valley Forge, the Magna Carta Barons, Colonial Order of the Crown, Lambda Chi Alpha social fraternity, Delta Theta Phi law fraternity, the Houston and Texas bar associations, and in later years was agent for the TAMU Class of 1938.
Rollins wrote the book, Aggies, Y'All Caught That Dam'Ol' Rat Yet?, a humorous account of his experiences as a freshman at Texas A&M.
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