Paul "Douglas" Roller

Paul “Douglas” Roller was a perfect gentleman, but he was never boring. His Roller-Coaster of a life was just like Staunton: always going either uphill or downhill, and always more interesting because of it. His childhood was an improbable mixture. Born to Paul and Florence (Dundas) Roller in Staunton, Virginia on Saint Nicholas Day in 1939, Doug was a true Virginia gentleman from the start. He had so many wonderful memories of his early childhood. As a young child his Dundas grandparents' house was the first private home in Augusta County to have electricity, and Doug was fascinated by the giant bank of batteries (batteries) that the house men would take into town to exchange for charged ones. Some memories were gentler than others. He recalled how effortlessly and brilliantly his father (a classically-trained musician, like most of the Rollers) played the violin even when falling-down drunk. He remembered riding in the backseat of his father's Lincoln Zephyr with its bulletproof glass partition- when it was closed, he was in his own private world. An only child, Doug adored his Roller, Brown, Mitchell, Dundas and other cousins and considered cousin Laura "Tee" Hamilton to be his sister. His childhood went from one extreme to another as he and his beloved mother ended up on their own when he was only nine. After losing his father, he and his mother lived with various relatives for a time before moving to the Virginia School for the Deaf and Blind when she became a houseparent. He was the only child in his friend group who was both hearing and sighted. He gave vivid descriptions of the incredibly long and terrifyingly dark spiral tunnel slides which served as fire escapes for the blind. He learned to skate very fast with his eyes closed. His American Sign Language skills served him well for the rest of his life. Doug was a cerebral child who read voraciously and emphatically declined the opportunity to attend Augusta Military Academy when he was old enough, being quite sure that there would be plenty of bigger and stronger boys who would have loved to have taught him a lesson since he was a Roller, like the school's founder and commandant. Those were tough days for a single parent and for a boy without a father. Still, his mother, Florrie, made sure that his manners were impeccable, his diction spotless, and that each home he ever had, whether modest or grand, was filled with art and music. She instilled in him a sense of responsibility to others, including serving as an acolyte at church from an early age. He was a lifelong member of Emmanuel Episcopal Church, the church his great-grandparents had helped to found in 1893, when they walked out of Trinity, arm-in-arm with Mrs. General Jeb Stuart and other like-minded individuals who proceeded to parade all of two blocks to build their new church across from Stuart Hall. He and the Reverend Ed Covert would later turn this saga into an as-yet-unfinished opera, which we all hope someone will join Ed to finish. Doug did his part for his family by delivering the Staunton Leader newspaper both morning and afternoon, fourteen times a week from the late 1940s - when his mother had to knot up the strap of his newspaper bag so it wouldn't drag the ground-right up until he and another boy tied for Valedictorian of their high school class despite having had to switch schools multiple times as he and his mother found their footing. On those twice-daily walks and bike rides up and down the hills of Downtown and Newtown and Gospel Hill and the rest of the heart of the city he got to know every detail of the historic buildings along his ever-growing route. Doug studied architecture at the University of Virginia and was a Jefferson Fellow. He lived on both the Lawn and the Range (like many in his family before and since) before attending Episcopal Theological School in Cambridge, Massachusetts to "test his vocation for the ministry," Doug always said the church should be quite thankful that he got over that. After getting seminary out of his system, he headed off to England with his bride Helena "Tidge" Wetzel Roller in tow, studying at the Institute for the Study of Worship and Religious Architecture at the University of Birmingham (England), all set to become the greatest church architect of the twentieth century. He eventually got over that, too-his words again. He and Tidge then took off to drive all over Europe in a Volkswagen Camper van while photographing and sketching every or helped with at Emmanuel Episcopal, but they included designing many minor and major additions such as the freestanding alter, adding the elevator, and initializing the preliminary air-conditioning feasibility studies. He won many various awards that he assured me no one would want me to list here. He and Tidge also made it through cancer, both his and hers. Doug was quite proud of he Roller grandchildren: Lennie and Mike Geipel's three sons: Clayton, Stuart, and Alden; Eric and Janice Roller's two daughters: Libby and Maisy; and my (Katie Roller Schulz-Ditchen's) and Rob Ditchen's seven: Kit, Rynx, Carrington, and Carter Schulz, and Harrison (Patterson), Reilly, and Elise Ditchen, plus great-grandchildren Emerson and Grayson Ditchen, and then of course scores of foster grandchildren, including our most recent additions, whose names 1 am not allowed to publish here. When it was time, Doug designed a retirement cottage right behind the J Collins house in Fishersville that he and Tidge had discovered. 1 (Katie) and Rob and family moved to that house from Atlanta; and Lennie and Mike made the Tree House their own, so that we and our families could be close by to help them. The cottage worked perfectly for Doug and Tidge. We all just lament that it wasn't for longer. We lost Tidge this past Christmas, and now all too soon it is Doug's turn. Dad always shared his observation that the highest incidence of untruths to be heard in a church will be found at funeral services which go to unnecessary lengths, so a memorial service at Emmanuel will be held as soon as the weather cools off, and in any case will be brief. Which brings us to today. Doug always loved the expression, "Everything will be all right in the end. If it is not all right, then it is not the end." Everything must be all right because this is the end. Doug passed away just before midnight last night: July 12, 2026. Doug, like Tidge, requested that he continue to be of service in death as he strived to be in life. Therefore he, too, is headed to medical school at the University of Virginia, where the next generation of physicians and other medical professionals can learn from his body. After that he will be cremated and will be interred along with Tidge in the Columbarium at Emmanuel Episcopal Church in Staunton, Virginia. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions are encouraged to your favorite local theater or cause, to the Arcadia Project, or to Emmanuel Episcopal Church (maintenance or air conditioning fund). Katie Roller Schulz DitchenFishersville, VirginiaJuly 13, 2026