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T. Roy, as he liked to be called, grew up in Sour Lake Texas, a small city near Beaumont. He delighted in starting conversations by introducing himself from Sour Lake. Being an avid Longhorn, he managed to work that into the conversation as he had a lifelong love of “The University.” Only his passion for people exceeded his love for the outdoors, especially fishing. The word stranger never existed in his vocabulary. Quick to make acquaintances and acquaintances into friends, he thrived on conversations with everyone he came into contact with. Upon completion of his Army Air Corp services as a flight instructor at Randolph AFB in San Antonio, he continued flying in the National Guard for many years. During this time he began a lifelong career in the Insurance Industry. This was a perfect career for him as his love of people and concern for their welfare provided mutual benefits for both parties. Early in his career, the companies who employed him recognized a top producer. Often he was asked to speak at national conventions and trained less experienced agents. He found a niche in his professional life. In the mid 60’s he moved to the Rio Grande Valley in order to provide life insurance services to the aviators who were training there. As the base in Harlingen closed relocation to Waco occurred to provide insurance services to the Air Force aviators who were in training. The Vietnam War heated up and he became the “go to guy” for coverage in their life insurance policies. Specializing in companies that provided aviation and war coverage, he befriended many pilots, navigators and their families. It was a sad day for him when one failed to return from the war but he took solace in helping the families of those who were in need. A storyteller of the first magnitude, he reveled in his exploits as an Army Air Force flight instructor, training pilots in San Antonio during WWII. One of his favorite experiences occurred as his plane ran out of gas over South Texas causing a night forced landing. The Spanish speaking locals who discovered the plane, upon seeing his very light blond hair and blue eyes believed him to be a German aviator and confined him until local authorities arrived. Once identities were verified and the mysterious night landing explained the local citizens treated him as a hero, providing their best available offerings for their new hero. T. Roy enjoyed hunting but his real passion was fishing. Although he loved to catch and enjoyed the meals freshly caught fish provided, fishing was only a vehicle for fellowship. The size of the vessel mattered little to him. From the 14’ rented aluminum skiffs from Woody’s Boat Basin in Port Aransas, to the giant Wharf Cat moored there. Port A was the favorite venue for him to ply his trade of fishing and fellowship. In the early days a rented 14 footer from Woody’s combined with his personal 7.5 hp Scott, provided the ocean going transportation the day. The little engine, called the “Hot Scott” for its affinity to quit running at the critical, dangerous juncture between the jetties and the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico deserved its reputation. As the unwitting participants often remarked after facing what appeared to be monstrous waves tossing the small boat about, first there was terror, then prayer. T. Roy’s boats all earned the same reputation…unreliable. Never the less, his family and friends continued to undergo the challenges of surviving numerous breakdowns, fear of the seas, hot searing sun and fellowship. As he aged, prosperity set in, allowing for the purchase of a 15’ fiberglass boat, with an electric start motor of dubious condition. The family quickly christened this work of marine architecture as “The Queen Mary.” Mechanical difficulties continued but at least the “participants” felt that they were now in a large enough vessels to he spotted by the Coast Guard and towed into port or rescued. T. Roy’s sense of humor will always be with us… although, thankfully, his corny jokes will not. He provided gaiety, fellowship and a positive force for all who met him. We shall miss that, immensely. God may have pulled his fishing license but his friendship will always be with us.
This biography was provided by CHS.
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T. Roy, as he liked to be called, grew up in Sour Lake Texas, a small city near Beaumont. He delighted in starting conversations by introducing himself from Sour Lake. Being an avid Longhorn, he managed to work that into the conversation as he had a lifelong love of “The University.” Only his passion for people exceeded his love for the outdoors, especially fishing. The word stranger never existed in his vocabulary. Quick to make acquaintances and acquaintances into friends, he thrived on conversations with everyone he came into contact with. Upon completion of his Army Air Corp services as a flight instructor at Randolph AFB in San Antonio, he continued flying in the National Guard for many years. During this time he began a lifelong career in the Insurance Industry. This was a perfect career for him as his love of people and concern for their welfare provided mutual benefits for both parties. Early in his career, the companies who employed him recognized a top producer. Often he was asked to speak at national conventions and trained less experienced agents. He found a niche in his professional life. In the mid 60’s he moved to the Rio Grande Valley in order to provide life insurance services to the aviators who were training there. As the base in Harlingen closed relocation to Waco occurred to provide insurance services to the Air Force aviators who were in training. The Vietnam War heated up and he became the “go to guy” for coverage in their life insurance policies. Specializing in companies that provided aviation and war coverage, he befriended many pilots, navigators and their families. It was a sad day for him when one failed to return from the war but he took solace in helping the families of those who were in need. A storyteller of the first magnitude, he reveled in his exploits as an Army Air Force flight instructor, training pilots in San Antonio during WWII. One of his favorite experiences occurred as his plane ran out of gas over South Texas causing a night forced landing. The Spanish speaking locals who discovered the plane, upon seeing his very light blond hair and blue eyes believed him to be a German aviator and confined him until local authorities arrived. Once identities were verified and the mysterious night landing explained the local citizens treated him as a hero, providing their best available offerings for their new hero. T. Roy enjoyed hunting but his real passion was fishing. Although he loved to catch and enjoyed the meals freshly caught fish provided, fishing was only a vehicle for fellowship. The size of the vessel mattered little to him. From the 14’ rented aluminum skiffs from Woody’s Boat Basin in Port Aransas, to the giant Wharf Cat moored there. Port A was the favorite venue for him to ply his trade of fishing and fellowship. In the early days a rented 14 footer from Woody’s combined with his personal 7.5 hp Scott, provided the ocean going transportation the day. The little engine, called the “Hot Scott” for its affinity to quit running at the critical, dangerous juncture between the jetties and the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico deserved its reputation. As the unwitting participants often remarked after facing what appeared to be monstrous waves tossing the small boat about, first there was terror, then prayer. T. Roy’s boats all earned the same reputation…unreliable. Never the less, his family and friends continued to undergo the challenges of surviving numerous breakdowns, fear of the seas, hot searing sun and fellowship. As he aged, prosperity set in, allowing for the purchase of a 15’ fiberglass boat, with an electric start motor of dubious condition. The family quickly christened this work of marine architecture as “The Queen Mary.” Mechanical difficulties continued but at least the “participants” felt that they were now in a large enough vessels to he spotted by the Coast Guard and towed into port or rescued. T. Roy’s sense of humor will always be with us… although, thankfully, his corny jokes will not. He provided gaiety, fellowship and a positive force for all who met him. We shall miss that, immensely. God may have pulled his fishing license but his friendship will always be with us.
This biography was provided by CHS.
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T. Roy, as he liked to be called, grew up in Sour Lake Texas, a small city near Beaumont. He delighted in starting conversations by introducing himself from Sour Lake. Being an avid Longhorn, he managed to work that into the conversation as he had a lifelong love of “The University.” Only his passion for people exceeded his love for the outdoors, especially fishing. The word stranger never existed in his vocabulary. Quick to make acquaintances and acquaintances into friends, he thrived on conversations with everyone he came into contact with. Upon completion of his Army Air Corp services as a flight instructor at Randolph AFB in San Antonio, he continued flying in the National Guard for many years. During this time he began a lifelong career in the Insurance Industry. This was a perfect career for him as his love of people and concern for their welfare provided mutual benefits for both parties. Early in his career, the companies who employed him recognized a top producer. Often he was asked to speak at national conventions and trained less experienced agents. He found a niche in his professional life. In the mid 60’s he moved to the Rio Grande Valley in order to provide life insurance services to the aviators who were training there. As the base in Harlingen closed relocation to Waco occurred to provide insurance services to the Air Force aviators who were in training. The Vietnam War heated up and he became the “go to guy” for coverage in their life insurance policies. Specializing in companies that provided aviation and war coverage, he befriended many pilots, navigators and their families. It was a sad day for him when one failed to return from the war but he took solace in helping the families of those who were in need. A storyteller of the first magnitude, he reveled in his exploits as an Army Air Force flight instructor, training pilots in San Antonio during WWII. One of his favorite experiences occurred as his plane ran out of gas over South Texas causing a night forced landing. The Spanish speaking locals who discovered the plane, upon seeing his very light blond hair and blue eyes believed him to be a German aviator and confined him until local authorities arrived. Once identities were verified and the mysterious night landing explained the local citizens treated him as a hero, providing their best available offerings for their new hero. T. Roy enjoyed hunting but his real passion was fishing. Although he loved to catch and enjoyed the meals freshly caught fish provided, fishing was only a vehicle for fellowship. The size of the vessel mattered little to him. From the 14’ rented aluminum skiffs from Woody’s Boat Basin in Port Aransas, to the giant Wharf Cat moored there. Port A was the favorite venue for him to ply his trade of fishing and fellowship. In the early days a rented 14 footer from Woody’s combined with his personal 7.5 hp Scott, provided the ocean going transportation the day. The little engine, called the “Hot Scott” for its affinity to quit running at the critical, dangerous juncture between the jetties and the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico deserved its reputation. As the unwitting participants often remarked after facing what appeared to be monstrous waves tossing the small boat about, first there was terror, then prayer. T. Roy’s boats all earned the same reputation…unreliable. Never the less, his family and friends continued to undergo the challenges of surviving numerous breakdowns, fear of the seas, hot searing sun and fellowship. As he aged, prosperity set in, allowing for the purchase of a 15’ fiberglass boat, with an electric start motor of dubious condition. The family quickly christened this work of marine architecture as “The Queen Mary.” Mechanical difficulties continued but at least the “participants” felt that they were now in a large enough vessels to he spotted by the Coast Guard and towed into port or rescued. T. Roy’s sense of humor will always be with us… although, thankfully, his corny jokes will not. He provided gaiety, fellowship and a positive force for all who met him. We shall miss that, immensely. God may have pulled his fishing license but his friendship will always be with us.
This biography was provided by CHS.
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T. Roy, as he liked to be called, grew up in Sour Lake Texas, a small city near Beaumont. He delighted in starting conversations by introducing himself from Sour Lake. Being an avid Longhorn, he managed to work that into the conversation as he had a lifelong love of “The University.” Only his passion for people exceeded his love for the outdoors, especially fishing. The word stranger never existed in his vocabulary. Quick to make acquaintances and acquaintances into friends, he thrived on conversations with everyone he came into contact with. Upon completion of his Army Air Corp services as a flight instructor at Randolph AFB in San Antonio, he continued flying in the National Guard for many years. During this time he began a lifelong career in the Insurance Industry. This was a perfect career for him as his love of people and concern for their welfare provided mutual benefits for both parties. Early in his career, the companies who employed him recognized a top producer. Often he was asked to speak at national conventions and trained less experienced agents. He found a niche in his professional life. In the mid 60’s he moved to the Rio Grande Valley in order to provide life insurance services to the aviators who were training there. As the base in Harlingen closed relocation to Waco occurred to provide insurance services to the Air Force aviators who were in training. The Vietnam War heated up and he became the “go to guy” for coverage in their life insurance policies. Specializing in companies that provided aviation and war coverage, he befriended many pilots, navigators and their families. It was a sad day for him when one failed to return from the war but he took solace in helping the families of those who were in need. A storyteller of the first magnitude, he reveled in his exploits as an Army Air Force flight instructor, training pilots in San Antonio during WWII. One of his favorite experiences occurred as his plane ran out of gas over South Texas causing a night forced landing. The Spanish speaking locals who discovered the plane, upon seeing his very light blond hair and blue eyes believed him to be a German aviator and confined him until local authorities arrived. Once identities were verified and the mysterious night landing explained the local citizens treated him as a hero, providing their best available offerings for their new hero. T. Roy enjoyed hunting but his real passion was fishing. Although he loved to catch and enjoyed the meals freshly caught fish provided, fishing was only a vehicle for fellowship. The size of the vessel mattered little to him. From the 14’ rented aluminum skiffs from Woody’s Boat Basin in Port Aransas, to the giant Wharf Cat moored there. Port A was the favorite venue for him to ply his trade of fishing and fellowship. In the early days a rented 14 footer from Woody’s combined with his personal 7.5 hp Scott, provided the ocean going transportation the day. The little engine, called the “Hot Scott” for its affinity to quit running at the critical, dangerous juncture between the jetties and the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico deserved its reputation. As the unwitting participants often remarked after facing what appeared to be monstrous waves tossing the small boat about, first there was terror, then prayer. T. Roy’s boats all earned the same reputation…unreliable. Never the less, his family and friends continued to undergo the challenges of surviving numerous breakdowns, fear of the seas, hot searing sun and fellowship. As he aged, prosperity set in, allowing for the purchase of a 15’ fiberglass boat, with an electric start motor of dubious condition. The family quickly christened this work of marine architecture as “The Queen Mary.” Mechanical difficulties continued but at least the “participants” felt that they were now in a large enough vessels to he spotted by the Coast Guard and towed into port or rescued. T. Roy’s sense of humor will always be with us… although, thankfully, his corny jokes will not. He provided gaiety, fellowship and a positive force for all who met him. We shall miss that, immensely. God may have pulled his fishing license but his friendship will always be with us.
This biography was provided by CHS.
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