In Memory of




Obituary for Barton Lee Roll

Barton Lee Roll, 31, of Anderson, SC, passed away on July 30th. Our family is devastated by this loss.

Barton was born on March 12, 1991, in Anderson, to parents Stephen and Delina Roll. He attended Pendleton High School, where he enjoyed playing soccer, and afterwards worked in the electrical field, enjoying the thrill of learning new trades, and experience of working with a variety of people on interesting projects all over the upstate of SC.

Barton was happiest on Lake Hartwell with a rod and reel. He was passionate about fishing, good times with friends, and spending time with his family. Barton’s greatest joy was his 5-year-old son, Laiken Roll, his best buddy and favorite fishing partner. His presence is sorely missed and his loss is deeply felt.

Barton was preceded in death by his grandparents Leland and Martha Records Roll; Judson and Delina McCrary Barton; and honorary grandparents Rob and Evelyn Brown. He is survived by his son and his parents; his brothers Nick Roll (Amanda) and Taylor Bramlett; his sisters Stephanie Finley (Brad) and Lauren Bramlett; and the mother of his son, Mary O’Donnell. He was a loving uncle to Cal, Michaela, Emma, Reid, and Libby.

The family will receive friends beginning at 1pm Saturday, August 6, at Mount Tabor Baptist Church, located at 5901 Hwy 187, Anderson, SC. A short service will follow at 2pm.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that a memorial donation be made to the Laiken Roll Memorial Fund at any Wells Fargo bank location.

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“For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.

The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven’s Fishing Hole.

The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God’s golden sand
We’ll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.”