Herman Marciel

Herman Marciel

Herman Leslie Marciel, 87, passed away on Aug. 31, 2020 in Lodi. He was born on Dec. 5, 1932 to Frank and Marie Marciel, as the sixth of 10 children, on The Black Ranch in the Livermore Hills outside of Livermore, where cattle and ranching were forever instilled into his life.

At age 16, Herman left for Elko, Nev., to work as a cowboy on a cattle ranch. At age 18, he returned to Livermore where he met his future wife, Barbara Kent. At age 19, Herman enlisted in the Army and was honorably discharged in January 1953. When he returned from the Army, he married Barbara on Feb. 20, 1955. In 1960, he and his young family moved to the Galt area on Alabama Road where he built his life as a rancher. Herman and Barbara raised their three children, Molly, Glen and Leslie, on the ranch and, later on, his grandchildren on his feedlot. He was well respected in the area. Herman was a cowboy, a rancher, a great horseman, a father, uncle, brother, son, educator, mentor and friend. He lived the western lifestyle to the very end. He always loved the ranch life and had fond memories of grazing cattle in the Livermore Hills, feeding thousands of head of cattle in his feedlot and building miles and miles of fence with his crew of many family members and friends.

Preceding Herman in death were his father Frank, mother Marie, and brothers Francis, Norman, Lawrence, Donald and Paul Marciel.

Herman is survived by his sisters, Marie Brockman, Teresa Turpin, Sharan Marciel, sisters-in-law Mary Marciel, Lillian Marciel, and brother Roy (Sue) Marciel; daughters Molly Marciel (Brian), Leslie Marciel (John Hammitt) and son Glen Marciel; grandchildren, John and Adam Zimmerman, Shonn Boydstun, Brianna Boydstun Van Connett, Mark Marciel and Brianna Marciel; along with great grandchildren, Jonathan, Braden, Carson, Maddie, Brooklyn, Matthew, Tate, Addison, Adam, Serena, Bayla, Faithe, Aria and Liam.

A toast to the western lifestyle that Herman lived will be celebrated at a later date this fall. Herman, may your pastures be high, may your cattle be fat, may you have a good rope to throw with the wind at your back, may you have a crew of your choosing, a dog and a good horse to gather on heaven’s green pastures. God bless you always, cowboy.

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