|Birth: ||Aug. 16, 1930|
|Death: ||Jan. 12, 1992|
He was known as, and preferred, the nickname "Bud", which is the name inscribed on the grave stone. His given name appears only on the military marker at the foot of the grave.
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Bud was my father, my friend, my hero. He was all of this and so much more. Throughout my life, he had the ability to make me laugh, cry, scream or smile with just one word. He challenged, limited, encouraged, humbled, disciplined, pushed, but most of all, loved me. Although he's gone now, I carry so much of him with me every day. When I miss him the most, these are some of the things I think about.
Bud not only enjoyed jokes and laughing, he enjoyed making others laugh. Even during the last months of his life, he was still trying to make everyone laugh. In spite of the pain caused by the incisions from two surgeries, he cracked jokes to his visitors.
Throughout his life, Bud was an incurable flirt. He used those gorgeous green eyes and long thick eyelashes to his best advantage. It's no wonder Mom fell head over heels for him practically at first sight. He flirted with everyone: nurses, bank tellers, neighbors, etc. That was just Bud. A few years after his death, one of my high school girlfriends admitted "I was practically in love with your dad when we were 16. He was good-looking, a cowboy, and such a flirt." Indeed he was, my friend.
He was a man who loved his farm. Nothing made him happier than to work that land and care for his cattle. Answering a questionnaire, he responded to the occupation line as 'Farmer', his favorite pastime was 'Farming' and his favorite hobby was, of course, 'Farming.' His favorite vacation spot was "nine and a half miles northwest of Hill City, Kansas" (his farm). Someone once told him there were no rewards in farming. No one would pat a farmer on the back for a job well done. Daddy commented "Well, I never needed someone patting me on the back. I knew I had done a good job when I raised a good crop of wheat, or raised a healthy herd of cattle." He gestured toward the corral of steers, and said "That was always my reward. If someone needs more than that, they shouldn't be farming." What more could a man ask for?
Family members were the most important people in the world to him. Hearing him say "Mother" was to hear a man's voice full of admiration, respect and love. He held her in such high esteem, and would have moved a mountain for her had she only asked. In April 1991, Daddy reminded me how close he'd been to his own father by saying "I still miss him after all these years. I still want to talk to him." Only now can I understand how he felt then. The playmates of his childhood were his siblings. As adults, they were his best friends. When one of their birthdays rolled around, he always tried to mail a card or call. He stood behind them, no matter what choices they had made in life. Daisy claimed he only teased those he loved, and Bud teased his siblings unmercifully. There were times he teased his twin sister Murl (and others like his brother Ian) just to make her holler. Although he wasn't fond of leaving his farm, if someone in his family needed him, the car was soon on the road in their direction.
For someone who never knew his own grandparents, he was a terrific grandfather himself. The grandkids were the light of his life, and brought him incredible joy. He had a special nickname for each of them, including Miss Mess and Looks Like A Boy. They, in turn, thought the sun shone brighter because of him.
In either 1988 or 1989, he gave instructions for his gravestone: "a picture of the cattle in the pasture with the creek and the bluff," the view west of the house. As it turned out, late in 1989, he had Mom draw it. Her finished product had one addition to it: in the foreground is a man sitting on a horse looking at the cattle. Well, of course it's a portrait of him, in an all-too-familiar pose: with one leg in the stirrup, the other slung around the saddle horn, doing what he loved most, at the place he called "home."
Copyright © 1998 by the memorial creator.
Bud's family extends their deep appreciation to Corey for the sponsorship of this memorial.
Hill City Cemetery
Created by: Dıehard
Record added: Jan 26, 2006
Find A Grave Memorial# 13139047
Miss your laugh and your jokes.|
Added: Sep. 4, 2015
Jill and Julie
Added: Jun. 20, 2015
Dad, you probably had a heck of a lot of stories stocked up before Jesse, Verl, Uncle Don and Tommy joined you...and you had them rolling on the floor.|
Added: Mar. 10, 2015
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