On double marker with Wilma Kate Walters Umphress (1919-2008); "[married] Apr. 29, 1937"
David Julian "Dave" Umphress of Granbury, 97, passed away from complications of emphysema, Thursday, December 8, 2011, in Granbury. Funeral was Monday, December 12, 2011, at Granbury First Baptist Church. Burial: Granbury Cemetery. Visitation was Sunday at Wiley Funeral Home. Memorials: First Baptist Church Building Fund or Christian Homes of Abilene, P.O. Box 270, Abilene, Texas 79604.
Mr. Umphress was born June 25, 1914, in Hood County, to Olan W. Umphress and Ida Endsley Umphress. He married Wilma Kate Walters, April 29, 1937, in Weatherford and they had 71 years together. Dave was a lifelong resident of Hood County. He farmed and ranched most of his life and was the original owner of the Umphress Homestead, now known as Buzzard Hollow Ranch. He built the original home that they now use as an office. Dave enjoyed fishing and was a tremendous storyteller; he was always the life of the party. Dave became a member of Mambrino Baptist Church at an early age and he and Wilma joined the First Baptist Church of Granbury in 1966.
He was preceded in death by his parents, wife and by 11 brothers and sisters.
Survivors: Son, Scott Umphress and wife, Kathy, of Granbury; daughters, Gay Larson and husband, Rolf, of Aledo, Elaine Peveler and husband, Thurman, of Valley Mills, Kathryn Grant and husband, Jim, of Lodi, California; nine grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; 12 great-great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Arrangements were by Wiley Funeral Home.
(source: Hood County News - 14 December 2011 - p.4B)
Dave Umphress - Tough Cowboy with a Kind Heart
Roger Enlow - Editor
I was describing the late Dave Umphress to a colleague of mine. The colleague never met Dave, who passed away December 8th at the age of 97. "Those kind of guys … there's not many of 'em left anymore," the colleague offered. How true. And how unfortunate. Dave was one of those Greatest Generation guys. What was it she said in that movie? The kind of guy who could take a Q-tip and build a shopping mall? Dave Umphress was that kind of guy. A good guy too. The kind you wanted to be around. He had a tough cowboy roughness at first glance, but then he would break into a smile. And then the gravelly laughter would commence - laced with comical stories about the past.
Several years ago I called Dave. "Dave, what are you doing?" "Oh, not much." "Would you like to play 42?" "Yeah, that'd be all right." "I'll pick you up about 4 o'clock." "Okay." I went to his house and told his beloved wife Wilma that I wouldn't keep him out too late. We headed west, and he began telling interesting stories about yesteryear Hood County. I was mesmerized. Maybe we were past Stephenville before he finally took a breath and asked, "Where we going anyway?" I told him we were headed for Gorman, only 30 miles away. I wanted my dad to see his ol' buddy and play the domino game again - perhaps one final hurrah.
Almost every night in the mid-60's there'd be a 42 game in Granbury. The regulars were Dave Umphress, Artis Atkins, Harley Powell, Al Norman and my dad. The spirited games would be played in the house of one of the regulars and would feature coffee, cake if they were lucky, raised voices and a cloud of nicotine smoke so thick that firemen could use the room for training.
The fishing stories began spinning after Dave's passing. He had a passion for wetting a hook. On fishing trips he'd make sure he had scrumptious Red Devil potted meat for sandwiches. On one particular outing pickles were added to the feast, but no plates. "Papaw," a young 'un asked, "Where do we put the pickles?" Dave calmly reached down and handed over a flat, try cow patty. Worked for him. When Dave's eyesight started failing and he couldn't drive the car anymore, he had to improvise. He started up his riding lawnmower and drive down the street to get batteries for his hearing aids. "He was a trusting soul," they said, referring to the time he went to the grocery store, fetched some items and laid his billfold on the counter. He wasn't seeing well. "Just get out of there what you need," he told the clerk.
Dave's love for Wilma was unending. He'd make a compression in the thick carpet at her home where Wilma would see words "I LOVE YOU." Wilma passed away a few years ago. Dave raised cattle most of his life. The 50's drought was tough on the cattlemen because there was nothing for the cows to eat. After the drought finally broke, Dave went back into the cattle business. He drove all the way to Mississippi to buy some. He returned to Granbury in the middle of the night. "Why didn't you stop?" the kids asked their dad. "I could have," he said. "I could have stayed somewhere or pulled of and slept in the truck, but I wanted to get back to your mama."
"Roughest, toughest cowboy," "hero" and other complimentary adjectives have been used by the family to describe their father and Papaw. Said one, "If ornery and kindness could ever go in the same sentence, it would describe Dave Umphress." Rest in peace, cowboy. You've earned it.
(source: Hood County News - 17 December 2011 - p.4A)
David Julian "Dave" Umphress of Granbury, 97, passed away from complications of emphysema, Thursday, December 8, 2011, in Granbury. Funeral was Monday, December 12, 2011, at Granbury First Baptist Church. Burial: Granbury Cemetery. Visitation was Sunday at Wiley Funeral Home. Memorials: First Baptist Church Building Fund or Christian Homes of Abilene, P.O. Box 270, Abilene, Texas 79604.
Mr. Umphress was born June 25, 1914, in Hood County, to Olan W. Umphress and Ida Endsley Umphress. He married Wilma Kate Walters, April 29, 1937, in Weatherford and they had 71 years together. Dave was a lifelong resident of Hood County. He farmed and ranched most of his life and was the original owner of the Umphress Homestead, now known as Buzzard Hollow Ranch. He built the original home that they now use as an office. Dave enjoyed fishing and was a tremendous storyteller; he was always the life of the party. Dave became a member of Mambrino Baptist Church at an early age and he and Wilma joined the First Baptist Church of Granbury in 1966.
He was preceded in death by his parents, wife and by 11 brothers and sisters.
Survivors: Son, Scott Umphress and wife, Kathy, of Granbury; daughters, Gay Larson and husband, Rolf, of Aledo, Elaine Peveler and husband, Thurman, of Valley Mills, Kathryn Grant and husband, Jim, of Lodi, California; nine grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; 12 great-great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Arrangements were by Wiley Funeral Home.
(source: Hood County News - 14 December 2011 - p.4B)
Dave Umphress - Tough Cowboy with a Kind Heart
Roger Enlow - Editor
I was describing the late Dave Umphress to a colleague of mine. The colleague never met Dave, who passed away December 8th at the age of 97. "Those kind of guys … there's not many of 'em left anymore," the colleague offered. How true. And how unfortunate. Dave was one of those Greatest Generation guys. What was it she said in that movie? The kind of guy who could take a Q-tip and build a shopping mall? Dave Umphress was that kind of guy. A good guy too. The kind you wanted to be around. He had a tough cowboy roughness at first glance, but then he would break into a smile. And then the gravelly laughter would commence - laced with comical stories about the past.
Several years ago I called Dave. "Dave, what are you doing?" "Oh, not much." "Would you like to play 42?" "Yeah, that'd be all right." "I'll pick you up about 4 o'clock." "Okay." I went to his house and told his beloved wife Wilma that I wouldn't keep him out too late. We headed west, and he began telling interesting stories about yesteryear Hood County. I was mesmerized. Maybe we were past Stephenville before he finally took a breath and asked, "Where we going anyway?" I told him we were headed for Gorman, only 30 miles away. I wanted my dad to see his ol' buddy and play the domino game again - perhaps one final hurrah.
Almost every night in the mid-60's there'd be a 42 game in Granbury. The regulars were Dave Umphress, Artis Atkins, Harley Powell, Al Norman and my dad. The spirited games would be played in the house of one of the regulars and would feature coffee, cake if they were lucky, raised voices and a cloud of nicotine smoke so thick that firemen could use the room for training.
The fishing stories began spinning after Dave's passing. He had a passion for wetting a hook. On fishing trips he'd make sure he had scrumptious Red Devil potted meat for sandwiches. On one particular outing pickles were added to the feast, but no plates. "Papaw," a young 'un asked, "Where do we put the pickles?" Dave calmly reached down and handed over a flat, try cow patty. Worked for him. When Dave's eyesight started failing and he couldn't drive the car anymore, he had to improvise. He started up his riding lawnmower and drive down the street to get batteries for his hearing aids. "He was a trusting soul," they said, referring to the time he went to the grocery store, fetched some items and laid his billfold on the counter. He wasn't seeing well. "Just get out of there what you need," he told the clerk.
Dave's love for Wilma was unending. He'd make a compression in the thick carpet at her home where Wilma would see words "I LOVE YOU." Wilma passed away a few years ago. Dave raised cattle most of his life. The 50's drought was tough on the cattlemen because there was nothing for the cows to eat. After the drought finally broke, Dave went back into the cattle business. He drove all the way to Mississippi to buy some. He returned to Granbury in the middle of the night. "Why didn't you stop?" the kids asked their dad. "I could have," he said. "I could have stayed somewhere or pulled of and slept in the truck, but I wanted to get back to your mama."
"Roughest, toughest cowboy," "hero" and other complimentary adjectives have been used by the family to describe their father and Papaw. Said one, "If ornery and kindness could ever go in the same sentence, it would describe Dave Umphress." Rest in peace, cowboy. You've earned it.
(source: Hood County News - 17 December 2011 - p.4A)
On double marker with Wilma Kate Walters Umphress (1919-2008); "[married] Apr. 29, 1937"
David Julian "Dave" Umphress of Granbury, 97, passed away from complications of emphysema, Thursday, December 8, 2011, in Granbury. Funeral was Monday, December 12, 2011, at Granbury First Baptist Church. Burial: Granbury Cemetery. Visitation was Sunday at Wiley Funeral Home. Memorials: First Baptist Church Building Fund or Christian Homes of Abilene, P.O. Box 270, Abilene, Texas 79604.
Mr. Umphress was born June 25, 1914, in Hood County, to Olan W. Umphress and Ida Endsley Umphress. He married Wilma Kate Walters, April 29, 1937, in Weatherford and they had 71 years together. Dave was a lifelong resident of Hood County. He farmed and ranched most of his life and was the original owner of the Umphress Homestead, now known as Buzzard Hollow Ranch. He built the original home that they now use as an office. Dave enjoyed fishing and was a tremendous storyteller; he was always the life of the party. Dave became a member of Mambrino Baptist Church at an early age and he and Wilma joined the First Baptist Church of Granbury in 1966.
He was preceded in death by his parents, wife and by 11 brothers and sisters.
Survivors: Son, Scott Umphress and wife, Kathy, of Granbury; daughters, Gay Larson and husband, Rolf, of Aledo, Elaine Peveler and husband, Thurman, of Valley Mills, Kathryn Grant and husband, Jim, of Lodi, California; nine grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; 12 great-great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Arrangements were by Wiley Funeral Home.
(source: Hood County News - 14 December 2011 - p.4B)
Dave Umphress - Tough Cowboy with a Kind Heart
Roger Enlow - Editor
I was describing the late Dave Umphress to a colleague of mine. The colleague never met Dave, who passed away December 8th at the age of 97. "Those kind of guys … there's not many of 'em left anymore," the colleague offered. How true. And how unfortunate. Dave was one of those Greatest Generation guys. What was it she said in that movie? The kind of guy who could take a Q-tip and build a shopping mall? Dave Umphress was that kind of guy. A good guy too. The kind you wanted to be around. He had a tough cowboy roughness at first glance, but then he would break into a smile. And then the gravelly laughter would commence - laced with comical stories about the past.
Several years ago I called Dave. "Dave, what are you doing?" "Oh, not much." "Would you like to play 42?" "Yeah, that'd be all right." "I'll pick you up about 4 o'clock." "Okay." I went to his house and told his beloved wife Wilma that I wouldn't keep him out too late. We headed west, and he began telling interesting stories about yesteryear Hood County. I was mesmerized. Maybe we were past Stephenville before he finally took a breath and asked, "Where we going anyway?" I told him we were headed for Gorman, only 30 miles away. I wanted my dad to see his ol' buddy and play the domino game again - perhaps one final hurrah.
Almost every night in the mid-60's there'd be a 42 game in Granbury. The regulars were Dave Umphress, Artis Atkins, Harley Powell, Al Norman and my dad. The spirited games would be played in the house of one of the regulars and would feature coffee, cake if they were lucky, raised voices and a cloud of nicotine smoke so thick that firemen could use the room for training.
The fishing stories began spinning after Dave's passing. He had a passion for wetting a hook. On fishing trips he'd make sure he had scrumptious Red Devil potted meat for sandwiches. On one particular outing pickles were added to the feast, but no plates. "Papaw," a young 'un asked, "Where do we put the pickles?" Dave calmly reached down and handed over a flat, try cow patty. Worked for him. When Dave's eyesight started failing and he couldn't drive the car anymore, he had to improvise. He started up his riding lawnmower and drive down the street to get batteries for his hearing aids. "He was a trusting soul," they said, referring to the time he went to the grocery store, fetched some items and laid his billfold on the counter. He wasn't seeing well. "Just get out of there what you need," he told the clerk.
Dave's love for Wilma was unending. He'd make a compression in the thick carpet at her home where Wilma would see words "I LOVE YOU." Wilma passed away a few years ago. Dave raised cattle most of his life. The 50's drought was tough on the cattlemen because there was nothing for the cows to eat. After the drought finally broke, Dave went back into the cattle business. He drove all the way to Mississippi to buy some. He returned to Granbury in the middle of the night. "Why didn't you stop?" the kids asked their dad. "I could have," he said. "I could have stayed somewhere or pulled of and slept in the truck, but I wanted to get back to your mama."
"Roughest, toughest cowboy," "hero" and other complimentary adjectives have been used by the family to describe their father and Papaw. Said one, "If ornery and kindness could ever go in the same sentence, it would describe Dave Umphress." Rest in peace, cowboy. You've earned it.
(source: Hood County News - 17 December 2011 - p.4A)
David Julian "Dave" Umphress of Granbury, 97, passed away from complications of emphysema, Thursday, December 8, 2011, in Granbury. Funeral was Monday, December 12, 2011, at Granbury First Baptist Church. Burial: Granbury Cemetery. Visitation was Sunday at Wiley Funeral Home. Memorials: First Baptist Church Building Fund or Christian Homes of Abilene, P.O. Box 270, Abilene, Texas 79604.
Mr. Umphress was born June 25, 1914, in Hood County, to Olan W. Umphress and Ida Endsley Umphress. He married Wilma Kate Walters, April 29, 1937, in Weatherford and they had 71 years together. Dave was a lifelong resident of Hood County. He farmed and ranched most of his life and was the original owner of the Umphress Homestead, now known as Buzzard Hollow Ranch. He built the original home that they now use as an office. Dave enjoyed fishing and was a tremendous storyteller; he was always the life of the party. Dave became a member of Mambrino Baptist Church at an early age and he and Wilma joined the First Baptist Church of Granbury in 1966.
He was preceded in death by his parents, wife and by 11 brothers and sisters.
Survivors: Son, Scott Umphress and wife, Kathy, of Granbury; daughters, Gay Larson and husband, Rolf, of Aledo, Elaine Peveler and husband, Thurman, of Valley Mills, Kathryn Grant and husband, Jim, of Lodi, California; nine grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; 12 great-great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Arrangements were by Wiley Funeral Home.
(source: Hood County News - 14 December 2011 - p.4B)
Dave Umphress - Tough Cowboy with a Kind Heart
Roger Enlow - Editor
I was describing the late Dave Umphress to a colleague of mine. The colleague never met Dave, who passed away December 8th at the age of 97. "Those kind of guys … there's not many of 'em left anymore," the colleague offered. How true. And how unfortunate. Dave was one of those Greatest Generation guys. What was it she said in that movie? The kind of guy who could take a Q-tip and build a shopping mall? Dave Umphress was that kind of guy. A good guy too. The kind you wanted to be around. He had a tough cowboy roughness at first glance, but then he would break into a smile. And then the gravelly laughter would commence - laced with comical stories about the past.
Several years ago I called Dave. "Dave, what are you doing?" "Oh, not much." "Would you like to play 42?" "Yeah, that'd be all right." "I'll pick you up about 4 o'clock." "Okay." I went to his house and told his beloved wife Wilma that I wouldn't keep him out too late. We headed west, and he began telling interesting stories about yesteryear Hood County. I was mesmerized. Maybe we were past Stephenville before he finally took a breath and asked, "Where we going anyway?" I told him we were headed for Gorman, only 30 miles away. I wanted my dad to see his ol' buddy and play the domino game again - perhaps one final hurrah.
Almost every night in the mid-60's there'd be a 42 game in Granbury. The regulars were Dave Umphress, Artis Atkins, Harley Powell, Al Norman and my dad. The spirited games would be played in the house of one of the regulars and would feature coffee, cake if they were lucky, raised voices and a cloud of nicotine smoke so thick that firemen could use the room for training.
The fishing stories began spinning after Dave's passing. He had a passion for wetting a hook. On fishing trips he'd make sure he had scrumptious Red Devil potted meat for sandwiches. On one particular outing pickles were added to the feast, but no plates. "Papaw," a young 'un asked, "Where do we put the pickles?" Dave calmly reached down and handed over a flat, try cow patty. Worked for him. When Dave's eyesight started failing and he couldn't drive the car anymore, he had to improvise. He started up his riding lawnmower and drive down the street to get batteries for his hearing aids. "He was a trusting soul," they said, referring to the time he went to the grocery store, fetched some items and laid his billfold on the counter. He wasn't seeing well. "Just get out of there what you need," he told the clerk.
Dave's love for Wilma was unending. He'd make a compression in the thick carpet at her home where Wilma would see words "I LOVE YOU." Wilma passed away a few years ago. Dave raised cattle most of his life. The 50's drought was tough on the cattlemen because there was nothing for the cows to eat. After the drought finally broke, Dave went back into the cattle business. He drove all the way to Mississippi to buy some. He returned to Granbury in the middle of the night. "Why didn't you stop?" the kids asked their dad. "I could have," he said. "I could have stayed somewhere or pulled of and slept in the truck, but I wanted to get back to your mama."
"Roughest, toughest cowboy," "hero" and other complimentary adjectives have been used by the family to describe their father and Papaw. Said one, "If ornery and kindness could ever go in the same sentence, it would describe Dave Umphress." Rest in peace, cowboy. You've earned it.
(source: Hood County News - 17 December 2011 - p.4A)
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