Larkin Mortuary

Adrian Ward Hicken

09/07/1953 - 10/06/2017

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Adrian Ward Hicken was born in Salt Lake City, Utah on September 7, 1953, the 4th of 5 children to Ward and Afton Hicken (both deceased). He graduated from East High School and attended Utah Technical College receiving certificates in welding and plumbing. He worked as an apprentice plumber with the family business in his early career and spent the last 20 years taking care of his aging parents. He participated in scouting and attained the rank of Eagle Scout. He also enjoyed hunting and fishing and reminiscing about adventures with family and friends. As a member of the LDS church he was loyal to his beliefs.
Adrian was adventurous and he enjoyed going on vacations with the family. We have fond memories of him feeding the bears in Yellowstone, and skipping rocks at Waterton Lakes in Canada, going on rides at Disneyland and Knots Berry Farm, and playing in the sand and surf at Balboa Beach. As a child he went camping with the family and later enjoyed hunting and fishing trips with his brothers. He liked to tell stories of his favorite fishing trips or the huge fish he saw in a secret spot that nobody knew about. He loved animals and always had a good time playing with his many cats as a child, or spending time with his dogs Chino, Bruno, Laddie and Petey, who were his best friends later in life.
Over the last few years, he had some concerns with his health that were inadequately treated. He passed away on October 6, 2017 of conditions incidental to heart failure.
Adrian is survived by his siblings, Don Hicken (Shauna), Analee Gravis (Curt), Paul Hicken (Kelly) and Val Hicken (Marjann), and his dog Petey. A viewing will be held at Larkin Sunset Lawn, 2350 E. 1300 S. on October 12, from 6-8 pm. Graveside services and Interment will be at the Heber City Cemetery on October 13, at 1 pm.

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  • Adrian and I had a lot of fun growing up as brothers, with family vacations and other activities. He had some difficulties in his later life, with work, finances, and healthcare. But he did his best to take care of our parents. Mom died in 2001 and when dad died 7 months ago, he lost his motivation to keep fighting. In spite of the problems he had, he had good intentions and I remember the fun times. I miss him already. God be with you in the next life Adrian. Love Paul

    — Paul Hicken
  • Several of my fond memories of Adrian involved bonding over music and music-related pop culture. As a teenager, I developed an in interest in classic rock music from the 1960s, and Adrian was enthusiastic about showing me his record collection from that period. I was eager to listen to his original vinyl recordings of several bands I’d recently begun listening to, and Adrian introduced me to other classic bands I was not yet familiar with. Those records may have been decades old, but the music was new to me.

    I was probably ten or eleven years old when I first remember chatting with Adrian about recent popular music. These conversations involved actual new contemporary music that had just been released on the charts, not old classic rock hits I’d just learned about. I was impressed that I had an uncle who was familiar with recent bands I’d just heard on the radio or seen in new music videos. Adrian decided he would dress my sister and me in outfits suitable for a rock concert or new wave music video. This was the early 1980s, and music video performances of that era were relatively tame compared to the modern day, but they were still pretty goofy with respect to fashion. Adrian was happy to go to his closet and pull out an assortment of rock concert fashion appropriate to the times.

    Adrian gifted us both with a suitably crazy looking pair of sunglasses. I don’t recall what other garish 80s fashion accessories my sister may have received, but I was the proud new recipient of Adrian’s old tattered and torn leather jacket. The jacket was “extra worn in”, courtesy of Adrian’s earlier misadventures with building recreational explosive devices. After donning our sunglasses, exploded leather jackets, and other rock star gear, we made our fashion debut in front of the rest of the family. I don’t think we were particularly convincing as pint-sized rockers, but the adults in the room were at least polite enough to humor us for a few minutes. I recall Don’s joking remark: “It seems Adrian has found a new purpose in life — being a bad influence on his nieces and nephews”. I don’t remember Adrian’s exact response, but I imagine it was giving Don a dirty look while most likely chuckling on the inside. I don’t think I really looked much like a bad boy rock star or troublemaker. As a ten year old in adult-sized sunglasses and a torn leather jacket eleven sizes too big for him, I probably looked more like a child’s Halloween costume impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger from the Terminator movies. Nevertheless, I put the outfit to good use soon thereafter at school.

    The outfit made its first public appearance a few weeks later at my elementary school’s Lip Synch/Air Guitar show. Under the flashing light of a strobe lamp, I moonwalked onto the stage wearing my leather jacket and flashy sunglasses. I proceeded to unleash my best breakdancing moves while lip synching to some corny 80s song. My group received the loudest applause of any of the Air Guitar performers, and I think 10% of it was for my breakdancing ability and 90% was for the leather jacket. The jacket was clearly the biggest star of the show. I told my classmates the jacket’s origin story: they were impressed that it had survived an explosion and they told me I had a cool uncle. I just smiled and nodded in agreement.

    — Demetrius Gravis
  • I can’t remember the exact year but sometime in my mid 20′s. I was driving with my Uncle Adrian and we traveled past the “Old Mill”. He told me it was THE venue to see bands in the late 1960′s early 1970′s. So, I said, “Let’s check it out.” It was mostly demolished but some of the walls remained standing. A feeble fence marked no-trespassing barred iterance to the relic, but I hopped the fence to get a closer look, and Adrian followed. In a way our roles were reversed, I had grown into the “bad influence”. Surprised, Adrian said something like “You’re more fun than the other kids.” That part makes me laugh still. It wasn’t a difficult fence and the site wasn’t dangerous, so it was easy to have a look without much risk. We walked around and he told me about some of the shows he saw there. These were iconic rockers and folk bands that pioneered the American music scene. I was impressed. It was extraordinary to hear Adrian’s stories in the actual venue. His memories of the shows were vivid and he told them with exuberance and light in his eyes.

    — Marion