Hickcox, Curtiss Bronson

Hickcox, CurtissCurtiss Bronson Hickcox, III, 40, of West Hartford died unexpectedly on Thursday, Dec. 10. A builder of things and relationships, Curt focused on creating quality in every aspect of his life. Be it friendships of decades or projects, he strove to build things meant to last. If he set his mind to something, you could be certain it would be double-buttressed and of the finest craftsmanship. A graduate of The Watkinson School and Curry College, Curt most recently brought his craftsman’s eye and ingenuity to work as a senior field technician for Trinity ERD, where he kept on the cutting edge of construction testing.
Curt leaves behind so many deep, abiding friendships that thrived through countless years and days, joys and pains, wins and losses. His personality bred camaraderie, such that even those who were barely acquainted with him lit up when he entered the room. Whether dressed for the job at hand or an evening on the town, Curt epitomized dapper. A gifted entertainer, Curt brought zeal and inventiveness to the kitchen, where he delighted in cooking with friends and family.
An adoring husband to Abigail Daniels, Curt’s devotion and love for his wife radiated around them for all to see. He was a man who understood the power of touch – from a handshake to a hug – to breed happiness among those he knew and loved.
As a son, he cherished his parents, Curtiss B. Hickcox, Jr., and Jan Manocchio Hickcox, as friends, guides, and partners, in a life lived with love, laughter, loyalty, and integrity.
As a brother, he loved and admired his elder sister, Kitty, enjoying the rarified kinship that only siblings can share, and the fruits of friendship with her husband, Daniel Wuori.
He will also be remembered as a beloved son-in-law and brother-in-law.
As a nephew, Curt shared a warm, close relationship with his aunt and uncle, Jean Manocchio Barton and Dale C. Barton.
As a beloved uncle, he enjoyed spending time with his nieces and nephews. He also leaves a host of Hickcox relatives.
Curt renewed himself in his two most beloved places – his family’s cabin on the shore of Moosehead Lake in Maine, and standing waist-deep in the Farmington River. A master fly fisherman, Curt’s church was the river. Accordingly, we will celebrate his life with visiting hours at The Ahern Funeral Home, 111 Main St., Rt. 4, Unionville on Friday (Dec. 18) from 4:00-700pm. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the Farmington River Watershed Association, to preserve the waters which ran through Curt’s heart as much as his wading boots. For additional service information, please visit www.curtissbhickcoxiii.com.

Calling Hours

Friday, December 18, 2015 from 4:00-7:00pm

Funeral Service


Memorial Contribution

Farmington River Watershed Association

4 Responses to 'Hickcox, Curtiss Bronson'

  1. Robert McDade says:

    Curt, one of a kind guy, always willing to help someone else before helping himself.
    I will never forget pulling apart half of my engine and you getting it all back together.
    I was a college friend and will never forget Curts friendship and advice that I needed a lot.
    Whether it was slapping the hockey glass during a curry game or giving me advice on school work.
    Curt you will be forever in many people hearts, and in my memories.
    Condolences to Abigail, and the entire Hickcox family.


  2. Charlie Roberts says:

    Curt, what a wonderful man, an amazing friend. One of those guys that, well, if one hadn’t seen him in few years, you could pick right back up with him. I admired his kindness and how he could be open minded while being thoughtful. His knowledge vast and Curt was always willing to help. I will miss; trying to make him laugh because he knew when to laugh at you and with you. I last caught up with Curt and fellow concert goers a few years ago and I will cherish those memories. While not forgetting the years at Watkinson and Curry. My condolences to; Abigail, The Hickcox, Family & Friends.

  3. Robin (Werner) Baran says:

    Curt was always kind, sincere and mature beyond his teenaged years when I knew him. Never one to ridicule or tease, as adolescents do, he treated everyone with respect. I had the pleasure of reconnecting with him at a tire place last winter; we shared some old stories over an oil change. He gave me his card and I wish I had followed through and hired him. Time got away from me… so did an old friend. Heartbroken to hear of his passing and wishing his family all the best, always.

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