Albert Rollins passed away in his home on March 27 2024
Al Rollins was born July 11 1946. He was born in Los Angeles next to the Coca Cola factory.
His parents moved to Topanga when he was 5. Albert went to Taft High School.
His mom, Mary Rollins, was the mail lady of Topanga, she loved driving around, reading post cards and delivering the mail
A celebration of life will be held in Topanga
Please join us July 11, 2024
-AL ROLLINS MEMORIAL-
5 pm at El Patron 1689 Old Topanga Canyon rd.
Parking at Cali Camp
Please join us July 11
-AL ROLLINS MEMORIAL-
5 pm at El Patron 1689 Old Topanga Canyon rd.
Parking at Cali Camp
To Al’s children, I just found out about Your dad’s passing and I am so very, very sorry. I send him a birthday card yearly and he always called to thank me. We also talked through out the year. As I am sure everyone knows, he was a kind and gentle soul
And a truly devoted family man. He adored his children and always shared his time spent with his grand daughter Gracie with me.
He was a dear friend and he will be truly missed. My heart felt condolences go out to his family, Tyler and his sister’s. I have been calling his cell and land line recently to no avail and did not want to think the worst. Today I saw his obituary on line and realized my dear friend will no longer be on the other end if the line when I call. I am truly saddened by that. I know he had not been well for awhile and now he is with the Lord and not suffering any longer. He helped me through a very tough period in my life and I will always remember him for this. He will always be in my heart, as he was a true friend of mine.Rest in peace.
I will close with what I used to say to him. “Love you dearly Al”
I just found this out today and I’m not happy at all to have missed the celebration of Al’s life. My parents moved to Topanga in 1952. Sometime after that Albert and I became friends. I think it was after the new Elementary school was built and we started going there from the old one.
I remember a stronger friendship as we were in middle school Parkman Jr High (Al’s skills in gymnastics were starting to show) in Woodland Hills. That carried into Taft High School. We were both motorcycle riders. We would ride or M/C’s on the fire trails and residential roads into the backside Taft High Schools since the M/C’s were not street legal.
I would always try to keep up with him whether it was dirt or highway. But of course he was always the lead.
Al created the “Topanga Racing Team” (TRT) to which I was of course was a plank owner. Al had a Ford Ranchero and we would truck our M/C’s out to Acton, CA to do Flat Track which morphed into motocross of today. We would work on the M/C’s in a garage area underneath his parent’s house.
Every once in a while his wonderful mother Mary, would make a pot roast with fresh homemade warm bread and invite me to a meal with Al that was to die for.
After graduating high school in 1964 we decided to go work on a ranch in Alliance, Nebraska, where I was born. My mother had a school time friend she grew up with, contact there, since she was born and raised there. It was a huge cattle ranch and we were going to work on the summer hay crew. We worked with the stacking crew for that summer. It was a great adventure driving there in the `58 Chevy truck (W/Hi Po Mondelo heads) and do the work.
After that Uncle Sam came knocking and I went into the military for 6 years. When I got out life took over for both of us and we didn’t see as much of each other. I went into law enforcement and got on a motor. While on motor rider break in I went up Al’s house to say hello and he was home and it was a nice re-union.
Later in life I got a call from Al in 2014 and he said come up to our class 50 year re-union and I did. Then I called Al for the 55 year re-union and he said he was a pass on it. I just called him again this January / February to see if I could talk him into the 60 year re-union and he said he was a pass so I didn’t push him on it respecting his feelings. He made no mention of how he was feeling.
So, yes, I don’t feel good about this letting down a really good, longtime friend and not being at his celebration of life.