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Mo "Oleg" Popov

May 13, 1951 - June 7, 2016


Mo was born in Cleveland, Ohio and moved to San Francisco, California when he was about 5 years old.  At which time, his dear Grandma Sophie gave him a guitar and piano lessons which fostered his love of music.  She planted the idea Mo should pursue his love of music, which sent him on the road touring. He formed a band, Sweet Releese and at one point traveled as the opening act for Elvin Bishop. 

As the band members went their separate ways, Mo landed in Anchorage Alaska.  He lived there several years and played in a band Tytus Canby.  He moved his family to Beaverton, Oregon and formed the band Aerial which traveled across the Northwest.

Eventually he moved to Dallas, Oregon to be with his Mother and finally settled in Salem, Oregon.  Throughout his moves he continued working on his degrees.  He received his Associates degree from Skyline College; Criminal Justice Degree from Alaska; his Bachelor Degree in Psychology & Family Studies; CADC Certificate in Substance Abuse & his Master's in Social Work from Portland State.  This paved the way for his very well known career!

His list of accomplishments and the lives he touched are endless!  They include:  Maclaren Youth Authority Shift Manager; Social Services Specialist and Translator in the Russian Community in Woodburn; Intake Specialist in Polk County; Clinical Social Worker at Salem State Mental Health Hospital, he maintained a Private Practice in Social Work; Represented youth in Marion County Drug Court, Social Service Specialist at Homeless Outreach & Advocacy Project; Plus he was an Active Member, Mentor & Sponsor to those in AA & NA.

Mo's charisma was unmatched by many!  If you met him, you loved him and his crazy sense of humor never disappointed!  He challenged the system on many occasions and stood up for those that needed his voice!  His counseling program was successful because he had been there, lived the life of those struggling and proved you can pull yourself up from the bottom!  He was an inspiration to many!

Mo's passion was to surround himself with his boys and his grandkids.  If they were together, you could almost guarantee it involved Fishing!  He dreamed of having a summer to put "Cancer" behind him and spend the summer riding his Harley, fishing with his sons, gardening and spending time with his grand kids & his beloved dog Bogie!

Last but MOST important was the Love he had for his boys, Dimitre and Nick!  As their families grew, so did his love of their families.  The saddest thing for him was the thought of leaving them.  Somehow I think I can guarantee that on each and every fishing trip or milestone in their life...he will still be there for them!  God bless you Mo, I know with the strength of your faith you have found eternal peace...until we meet again...

Survived by his sons, Dimitre & Nick Popov, daughter-in Laws: Jasmine & Bree and four beautiful grand babies:  Ava, Austin, Santana & Cataleya.
 
A celebration of Mo’s life will be 11:00am Saturday, July 9, 2016 at the Evergreen Christian Center 4400 Glencoe NW Rd., Hillsboro 97124. 

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I met MO as a youth. He worked with my father at Maclaren. My Dad and MO share some awesome history as our family is from Alaska. To both my dad and MO my father's hunting and fishing buddy in Alaska was Mo's father-in-law Harold. As I grew up MO and my father visitem and shared stories. As an adult MO and I grew as friends. Both working to service families in our community. MO and I talked off ten about going riding on our Hogs. I am going to miss him greatly. He was and is a great mentor and model of a person I strive to be. I recently lost my father in March. So I think my dad and MO are together in heaven fishing on a river or lake seeing who caught the biggest fish. RIP my friend



Dad I miss you man! It's so hard to put in to words what you meant to me. You were my best friend, fishing partner and most of all my life coach. You taught me to live one day at a time and you were living proof that your past does not depict your future. It's so hard not being able to call you for support or just to talk about nothing like we did so often. I know you are watching over my family and will be with me on my fishing trips. Ava and Austin miss you so much they have really struggled with losing you pappa Mo but know you are in a better place. Dad I am going to miss our friendship, your guidance, your love, seeing you play guitar with my kids, are fishing adventures and most of You. I love you Dad there is no more pain where you are I hope you ride fast, fish hard and often, and most of be free. WE LOVE YOU DAD/PAPPA MO! TIGHT LINES



I played in Airiel and XL with Mo for more years than I can remember. He was by far the most talented singer/keyboard player that I have ever known. Airiel was my first professional band and I have Mo to thank for getting my foot in the door as a professional musician. Mo is someone whom I will never forget. After missing him for over 20 years, I was fortunate enough to reconnect and see him just a few weeks before he passed. It was as if we never skipped a beat. We had coffee and talked for over an hour, reminiscing and reuniting as friends.  

Rest in peace my dear friend. You are in a better place now and will never be forgotten.



I worked with Mo in Polk county where he was a caseworker in DHS Child Welfare. He loved his job and the people he worked with. He was the only caseworker that I ever heard of that made home visits to clients on a HARLEY! Saw on the river with his boys a few times as well. He really enjoyed life! RIP.



I was there at the beginning and at the end, Mo was my brother-in law, we called him Oleg back then.  We met in Alaska while he was playing in a band I believe at Chilikoot Charlie's.  He married Deb and went on to have two awesome kids, Dimitre and Nick.  I moved to the East coast so didn't see him much.   I came back in November last year reconnected and had some really deep talks with him before he passed.  Compassionate, kind and always fishing with his boys is an understatement, lol.  

I knew he wasn't ready to go he told me so.  I guess the big guy upstairs had other plans, it's always the good that go first and Oleg was a great guy, one of the good ones.  He's at peace now no pain, singing his heart out.

What a funny guy the picture attached was at his last birthday being goofy with the grand babies right to the end.   The pain is left for those we leave behind.....  He is missed by his boys, his grand babies, Deb, Patty and Chris and literally thousands he helped and mentored.  Hope you find your loved ones people and animals where you are now.  It is not surprising he has a higher calling, only the good go young, give them hell buddy!  



Big Mo, I can remember the 1st time I met you. I was in 1st or 2nd grade, we had a field trip to ride the stern wheeler on the Willamette river. Meter told me his Dad was coming to help chaperone. You showed up larger than life. 1st we heard the rumble, next was a Harley Davidson and a mountain of a man piloting it. Mo you looked the part of one bad ass biker, leather jacket, steal toe work boots, beard and one of the nicest flowing afros. I was a little taken back at first but after a few minutes relieved to see and hear the most gentle giant biker I had ever met. Big Mo thank you for the many fishing trips we shared young and old, the care and love you showed for my family. We will fish again 1 day. Chad Phelps



Yo Mo....My friend I hope you realized the impact and effect you had on everyone who ever had any contact with you.....I never have had a high opinion of many men who have crossed my path in my lifetime , but I must say that you Mo, were on my very short list of men I respected and considered a brother.I regret that you and I didn't spend more time together.I once again in my life am asking the question why Mo and not me....I will cherish our recent conversations about life, our children and our bond to our grand children. I gave you my word that i wouldn't stop fighting my cancer and as we discussed that's all a man has. I know I have big shoes to fill but I will do all that is in my power to continue to be the best "Papa Tony" to our grand children that I can be.I consider you to be one of the very few MEN I have had the honor of knowing in my life. God take you in his arms, keep a strong breeze at your back. Love you MO



I know how hard it is to lose a parent to cancer. I know from getting to share time on the water with Nick, that Mo is surely in a much better place! I pray that you are comforted by that fact in this most difficult of times. May the peace of the Lord be with you. I am sorry, but I will be out of town and unable to make it to the celebration of life. 



Sorry to hear of the lost, Will always remember the house on columbus and his old milk truck full of musical equipment ready to play at a moments notice. May he rest in peace.



In school. He was known as Oleg. Reading this, I can see he had a wonderful and fulfilled life and a loving family. 

RIP Oleg. 



Rest in peace Mo



So sorry to hear of Olegs passing we went to mills together and had some good times together. The last time I saw him was the early 80s in Anchorage, he was playing at Chilcoot Charlie's we swapped stories and he was leaving the next for a gig outside that's how I'll remember him always heading to his next gig , good bye e friend.



It has been 40 plus years since I have seen Mo but he still stands out. The years have not faded my memory of Mo You will be missed.   



Way back in the late sixties and early seventies, my brother, Jim Langford, used to play in a band with Oleg (as I knew him).  I believe that Cliff Fields and Tommy Simms also played with them.  Greg Burns may have also been there from time to time. They often practiced at my Mom's home.  His brother, Boris, was usually around.  I love hearing about his passion for fishing.  I didn't know that about him.  Both of my sons love fishing, also.   I am sorry to hear of his passing and send my heartfelt condolences to his family.



I knew Oleg many years ago when we were both students at Mills High. He had a unique outlook on life. He was talented, hilariously funny, sweet, daring and a friend to all who knew him. I never met Oleg as "Mo."  So, it feels as though I have lost him twice. Oleg will be jamming in Heaven with all the greats.



Oleg and I were friends and neighbors in Burlingame California when we were still in high school. I roadied for his band for one trip through Northern California (unpaid, of course). At the time, our girlfriends were best friends.
 He was extremely talented as a musician, very funny guy to hang out with, and had a gentle kindness about him always. Although we parted ways  many years ago, I am not surprised that he wound up doing service work as a lifelong career. He had a huge heart. I wish his family all the best,  and I hope they take some comfort in knowing all the good that he left behind. 



We are so sorry to learn of your loss and hope that you find condolences in Mo's life achievements that certainly leave a wonderful legacy. He will be missed here but by now he's probably on the worship team in heaven composing and singing for our Lord. We met Mo at West Salem Foursquare Church and worked with him to feed the homeless and collect hygiene items for those in need. A wonderful man full of many blessings which he freely gave to all who met him.  Vicky & Mike Narkon



 I am so sorry to  to finally find my formally best friend at this point, 42 years late. My heart and prayers go out to his family.   Words at this point cannot express the myriad of feelings that I have for this man.   When I write my book of life, Oleg will get a full chapter.
Bruce Mason
Houston, TX



Wow, Mo, what can I say...you weren't supposed to go this soon!  I still see the pain in the boys eyes and the disbelief every day that your not here!  They really believed you would beat this!   I have had a little time to collect myself and thought I needed to write something.  We have had a really long history and I am glad we were still friends to the end.  It has been hard but also humorous to look back at our past, if only you could see the collection of pictures from your life...you would smile too!  (Even laugh out loud at some of them!). However, the most amazing part of this whole process is to see how deeply you affected people's lives.  I remember when you told me you started a private counseling business, I said,"oh no, please don't tell me that people actually listen to you?"  Your crazy sense of humor always scared me to think of how you would council someone.  But really, I think that is why it was your gift...you lived it from the bottom and back to the top again so you were definitely a guiding light to many that needed it!  

You were loved by our kids more than you could have ever known and there is a huge empty place for them now.  Dimitre really misses your daily calls and Nick can't think of fishing without thinking of you.  Somehow I know you will still be with them at every step of their life from here on out.

You should see the beautiful monument sweet little Ava & Austin have built for you.  Ava is far older than her age and said she knew you were in Heaven before anyone told her.  My dear little Cataleya said you are an Angel in Heaven and Santana keeps calling D MoMo.  Even Lexi has been struggling to understand.

So, as I sit back and reflect on your life I realize what a truly full life you had! You were an extremely intelligent and accomplished person and there is not enough words to list what you have done to change other people's lives for the better. Your heart was huge and you never stopped giving to those in need.

I only hope that when my time comes the same can be said for me. No matter what you did in your life you always beat to your own drum!  Keep playing those tunes till we meet again...RIP my dear friend!



I just wanted to say I enjoyed working with Mo and appreciated his take on life.  I think he added such joy to his people he worked with.  May your sweet memories of him be a comfort at this time.  Marlene Tucker



I shared an office with Mo at the Oregon State Hospital for over one year. The humor, antics, and hilarity oozed out of our office into the hallway, and drew others like a magnet from other offices on our floor. We always had others flowing in and out of our office. Our interns probably wondered how they could have ended up under our supervision, as this experience could not have been envisioned beforehand. We had such fun, and Mo was such fun. We got really close and I loved Mo as a person so much. I will miss him; he was such a wonderful humane human being. He was unafraid to get in someone’s face to confront them if what they were doing was unkind or thoughtless in relation to others. I remember Mo telling me that his first car was a milk truck (my wife enjoyed that one). Every once in a while we brought our guitars in to play. What a wonderful heart, a kind kind human being. I will miss him.  Bob Garber



I shared an office with Mo at the Oregon State Hospital for over one year. The humor, antics, and hilarity oozed out of our office into the hallway, and drew others like a magnet from other offices on our floor. We always had others flowing in and out of our office. Our interns probably wondered how they could have ended up under our supervision, as this experience could not have been envisioned beforehand. We had such fun, and Mo was such fun. We got really close and I loved Mo as a person so much. I will miss him; he was such a wonderful humane human being. He was unafraid to get in someone’s face to confront them if what they were doing was unkind or thoughtless in relation to others. I remember Mo telling me that his first car was a milk truck (my wife enjoyed that one). Every once in a while we brought our guitars in to play. What a wonderful heart, a kind kind human being. I will miss him.  Bob Garber



My sincere condolences to the family for your loss.  I knew your father as Oleg at Mills High School.  I remember the twinkle in his eye and how he looked out for his brother Boris. It is wonderful to read what he accomplished in his life and how he reached out and helped others.  His legacy will live on in you, his family.
Sincerely, Kim Roudabush Cooper