DONOR FAMILY SERVICES
Vallis Davis Anthony
Vallis's mother, Grace Davis, wanted the quilt square to feature a caduceus because Vallis was a medical doctor. Grace also wanted it to be stitched in gold. Vallis's sister thought gold would show up well on deep purple. The colors chosen are only significant because they are beautiful and Vallis's family wanted for her life and her donation to be remembered as a thing of beauty.
Timothy Earl Hale
“It’s not what he had, nor what he did that expressed the worth of the man, but what he was.” Tim lived each day like it was his last. Just like the song, Live Like You’re Dying, Tim went “sky diving, rocky mountain climbing and went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fumanchu. He loved deeper, spoke sweeter, and gave forgiveness.” He was proud of all of his accomplishments: U.S. Army Airborne, Vietnam Veteran, college graduate, Mason and Camel Herder, Timbo the D.A.R.E Clown, Deputy Sheriff, son, brother, father, grandfather and husband. He believed in friends and family and often entertained them with his God give gifts. The memories of Tim will always bring a chuckle to his friends and family. And, true to his character, he continued to give through the LifeShare Program.
We chose to make our memorial quilt block our of fabric with a Western theme, most especially cowboy hats. For as long as I can remember, wherever he went, my dad, Floyd Bese, always wore western boots and hat. Even before he was the owner of The Horned B Ranch, a small cow/calf operation southeast of Guthrie in the 1960s and 1970s, right up to driving the 160 mile round trip almost every Thursday evening to attend Chisholm Trail Cowboy Church west of Enid in the months before he passed away, he always wore those boots and hat. He was a Western Man through and through. AS our family was recently told by the manager of a motel Dad used to stay in when visiting family in Colorado, he remembered Floyd as “the happy cowboy guy.” This is the way we will always remember him: cowboy hat, boots and a great big smile, and we know that many others will also.
Cliff W. Parks
Cliff was the kind of man that surrounded himself with family and friends. He never met a stranger. He had a successful fussiness and worked hard until his health turned bad. He had three children, one son and two daughters. We had been married nearly 38 years at the time of his death. He had five grandchildren and we have been blessed with another. Cliff never complained about his health even when in pain. His quilt patch has the names of his children and grandchildren stitched in red because that was his favorite color. His truck and trailers were red, so it seemed the right thing to sign his patch in red. It was stitched together by our daughter, Sissy. We miss him very much and are proud to know he still lives on by helping someone have a chance at life. We love him and we are proud to have his patch on the Donor quilt of life. – Pat Parks
Mickey J. Miller was born in Borger, Texas, April 26, 1940. He was raised in the area and graduated from Borger High School. Even though we were married in Texas, we lived in Oklahoma the 40 years of marriage. Mickey was proud to be a Texan and never gave up his love for his Texas sports. He was a big fan of the Texas Longhorns. I decided that I wanted the quilt block to represent something that he was proud of and loved. – Sandra Miller
Paul Joseph Combs
I was very happy and grateful when Cairlyn Combs asked me to design and create this quilt block. I chose purple, it was Paul Joseph Combs’ favorite color. We never truly understood his reason, it was just “his color”. Gold thread was added to signify that he was more precious than gold to all of his family. The grape vine represents the “true vine”. In John 15:1 Jesus says, “I am the true Vine and my Father is the Gardener.” Paul truly loved the Lord and did his best to follow him. II Corinthians 9:11 states: “Yes, God will give you much so you can give away much, and when we take your gifts to those who need them they will break out into thanksgiving and praise to God for your help.” Paul was always a giver. It was his desire to give all he could for he understood that no earthly goods were worth taking with him. He would be pleased to know that he had helped make even one person’s life better. If just one of the recipients praised the name of the Lord as a result of Paul’s gift, his joy would be complete. Thanks to those who piece together this quilt in honor of the donors of life. May God, our Father and his holy son, Jesus the Christ, be praised – Velma Harding
Derek was born to Neal and Lynn Chowning in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on Feb. 12, 1985 and died in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on August 19, 2004. Derek had on brother, Daryl, who was 4 years older than him. Derek was our third grandson. Derek was a very loving person and never met a stranger. He liked having his family and friends around; he like holidays and birthdays and all the family getting together and he was always ready to entertain or clown around and he got along with everyone; both adults and children. I asked our grandson, Corey Vanover (17 years old), to draw me a sports picture and this is the block I did from that picture. Corey is also a ball player so he and Derek had a lot in common. I chose a baseball quilt block because Derek played baseball and talked baseball from the time he could walk and talk. I used yellow as the background fabric since yellow was Derek’s favorite color; the “P” on the hat stands for Patriots; he played for his high school – Putnam City West Patriots. Derek loved baseball and played until he hurt his arm throwing. He knew all the players and plays, and would narrate a game as if he was a sports announcer or out there playing the game himself. Derek’s smile and love will always be missed by everyone that knew him. Derek will always have a very special place in our hearts. – Dale Vanover (Granny)
This quilt square is designed with a baseball theme. Derek was an outgoing, fun-loving, young man and he loved his baseball. He played the game from the time he was in little league through high school. He followed big league baseball and knew all the stats and names of the players. Derek was an exceptional player and his hopes and dreams were to pitch in the big leagues, but injury to his elbow cancelled those dreams. In tribute to him, we will surround his name with objects of the game he loved so much. We all love Derek and miss him not being with us so we can touch and hug him. – The Chowning Family
Nancy was loved very much by all her friends and family. She was a very beautiful woman.
Calvin made a double wedding ring quilt for his daughter, Debbie Crouch. This is an extra block of it. He used old scraps from clothes of daughters Rosia, Debbie and Della and son, David and a shirt of mine and his. I quilted it. – Ailene Pennington
Perry, the love of my life. If love was a staircase And memories were a Lane, I’d walk right Up to heaven and Bring you home again! Thank you for an awesome 48 years of marriage. – Nancy
This quilt square was created in loving memory of Brandon Magalassi. Brandon touched so many people, both in life and in death. Each part of this quilt square represents that connection. Fabric Colors of blue and green: Blue and green represent Brandon’s peaceful nature, and they were his favorite colors. Blue heart surrounded by white edge: Brandon donated his heart, as well as one lung, pancreas, liver and both kidneys. The heart encompasses most of the square to represent what a “big” heart he had in caring for others. Brandon was pure in heart as represented by the white edge. Deer silhouette: Brandon’s love of deer hunting and the outdoors is represented by the deer silhouette. Hunting trips were special times for him and his father, Billy, his brother, Justin, and his uncle, Brian. Brandon was also a great animal lover and could connect with animals in a special way. Arrow shot through another arrow: Brandon was a skilled marksman by an early age. During target practice one day, Brandon shot an arrow through another arrow already on the target. These arrows represent all of Brandon’s skills, both academic and physical. Brandon achieved high grades in school and was a member of the National Junior Honor Society. He also loved playing football for the Owasso Rams. Multi-colored circle: The family bond is represented by the multi-colored circle. Brandon, in eternal life, is represented by the white dove. The dark blue sections represent the bond of brothers, both Brandon and Justin. The dark green and pink sections represent Brandon’s father, Billy, and mother Michele, respectively. Cross: Brandon’s faith in the Lord, Jesus Christ is represented by the cross. The cross, placed in the center of the multi-colored circle, is symbolic of the faith that the family bond cannot be broken, even in death. Birth and death dates: Brandon’s birth and death dates mark his lifetime on earth. Brandon’s name: Brandon will always be remembered by those who knew him and love him. – Dad, Mom and Justin
I Samuel 2:2 and I Samuel 16:7 Many things in life are hard for me, Many things can pull us down. I don’t understand why I do what I do. How could I take my eyes off you? After all you’ve done for me and after all you’ve done for me. It’s by your grace and love I am saved. It’s by your grace and love you’ve forgiven me, and by that love and grace I’m amazed. It’s by your grace and love I am free. I am free. And it’s by grace and love that I am free. I live with you Eternally. I thank you Lord that I am free. I thank you Lord for loving me. I thank you Lord for dying upon the tree of Calvary. I thank you Lord for loving me. I thank you Lord for dying for me. Because it’s by grace and love I am saved. It’s by your grace and Love you’ve forgiven me, and by that love and grace I am amazed. It’s by your grace and love I am free. I am free. Matthew was very active and loved attending church, working on cars, riding his motorcycle, his camaro, skiing on this boogey board and just having fun. Matthew’s oldest sister picked out the song “Grace and Love” that is below his collage of pictures from a group called Kutless. Matthews had the scriptures highlighted in his bible, so she added those also.
S. Jim Pierson
In loving memory of my brother Samuel James Pierson April 18, 1925 – March 31, 2004 I miss you Jim and always will. You were always so good to me. It would take a book for me to tell how loving, good and kind you were to everyone. A husband, father and grandfather and brother, also friend to so many. You will always remain in my memories. Your loving sister Maxine P. Jones
Building cabins or making forts, Finding materials of all sorts In the mud and in the dirt- A little mess wouldn’t hurt. Crawling, running, jumping, biking Basketball, soccer and prairie hiking. Wresting with Dad, sisters and friends The search for adventure never ends. With heroes like Crockett, Glenn or Boone Exploring frontiers or trips to the moon. From a very active imagination Fun was available for creation. This is how David played. Solving a science mystery, Reading a book about history, Hands-on projects, arts and crafts, Silly songs and lots of laughs. Experiments and nature study, Re-enacting history with a buddy, Asking questions of Mom and Dad Thinking over the answers they had. Acquiring new responsibilities, Gaining skills and expertise. A quick mind that was eager to grow, Enthusiastic for all he could know. This is how David learned. Boundless curiosity For every outdoor opportunity. All of nature to explore How could anyone ask for more? Tracking wild, furry things, Catching creepy bugs with wings. Watching birds up in the sky, Wondering if maybe he could fly. Clearing brush and blazing trails Followed by happy wagging tails Of dogs, and younger sisters, too. He was always leader of the crew. This is how David explored. A broad grin and twinkling eyes, Always anxious for a surprise. With a twittering giggle or hearty roar Laughing until his sides were sore. Enjoying goofy knock-knock jokes, Squirmy tickles and playful pokes. A tricky riddle or clever pun Always added to the fun. Engaging in tickle monster games, Making up different, silly names. Ready to play and quick to tease, Mugging for pictures with a big “cheese”. This is how David laughed. With family, friends and strangers, too It seems he just sort of knew How to show them that he cared Through words, deeds and time they shared. Willing to serve and eager to please He spoke to others with relative ease. From his heartfelt embrace To the smile on his face He communicated kindness And a desire to bless. This is how David loved. In memories that we hold so dear David had an impact while he was here. With compassion and maturity He had a strength and security Knowing he was loved by the Lord He lived according to God’s word. He chose to ask Jesus into his heart, Never holding back a part. Now he’s sort of a pioneer Exploring a home that is far from here. Encouraging us all to join him some day When home to Heaven we’ll all fly away! This is how David lives on. By Stephanie Weckler
A Glimpse of Dan When you try to describe Dan Wink, it is like watching a video on fast forward. His thirty-nine years were over before we had the time to fully appreciate this man who found the time to share his life with so many. So where do I begin. Who and what were his greatest priorities. One of Dan’s frequent says was “Who is Daddy’s favorite in the whole world.” Megan, his daughter would reply, “It’s me Daddy.” I would have to say that being a father was Dan’s greatest joy in life. He filled his life with God, family and friends. You wonder how he found enough hours in the week to do everything he enjoyed. Dan collected ball caps, which he wore on a daily basis, particularly his blue Colt’s cap. A variety of hats were worn in all his activities. He was vice-chairman of the Paris Council, extraordinary minister of Holy Communion, visited the homebound for Saint Benedicts Church and was a religious education teacher. He gave of his time to All Saints Catholic School where he was president of the Advisory Council and also volunteer basketball coach of his daughter’s team. Devoting time to organizations in his church gave him great pride and satisfaction. He was an active member in the Cursillo Movement in the Diocese of Tulsa and the Knights of Columbus. There was always time for enjoying ballgames at his Alma Mater, OSU and Dan loved to revisit his fraternity Kappa Sigma. He remained a Husker fan having spent his first twelve years in Nebraska and never lost the Big Red fever. His love of sports kept him playing basketball, softball and golf. He always videotaped the games he would miss while attending those many meetings. In his extra time he referred children’s basketball games. So when you glimpse at Dan, whom do you see? A devoted father, a loving son, a brother, a fervent Catholic, an untiring friend and a man driven to be there for those in need. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when the call came on the morning of Dan’s death that he wished to be an organ donor. It said so on his driver’s license. So when you have shared your life with so many while living, why not continue sharing your life after death. Of course, I knew that was what he truly wanted, to just go on sharing.
Kevin C. Manley
Kevin was 23 and an outgoing, hardworking, hard playing young man. He would do anything for anyone that needed help. Kevin’s first love was bull riding. He followed the bull riding Circuits-PBR and PRCA, and he rode bulls himself. He also liked car racing. He raced factory stock racecars at a small local dirt track. On July 11, 2004 he had an accident that eventually took his life on July 20, 2004. It never occurred to us not to donate his organs. We knew that he would be helping others by doing so and that was the kind of person Kevin was. We believed that would have been what Kevin wanted us to do. In coming up with the design for his section of the memory quilt, I knew what I wanted. His square has a bull rider in front of a cross. This is a drawing (similar, but not an exact replica) that someone did of Lane Frost, a world champion bull rider that was killed at a young age by a bull he had just ridden. After Lane’s death his parents wanted to make sure people also knew that was not only a great bull rider but also knew Jesus. He took the drawing and put it on front of the New Testament Bible. They still, 16 years later, send it out to anyone that wants one for a nominal fee to cover postage and handling. This bible is also called the “Cowboy Bible”. Kevin had the “Cowboy Bible” and took it with him everywhere he went. It was in his gear bag when he went to bill ridings and it was in his truck when he went anywhere else. A friend of Kevin’s told me that when they were driving to and from bull ridings and were getting tired, Kevin would be reading his “Cowboy Bible” and he would say “Hey, you gotta listen to this.” This drawing meant so much to Kevin that he had it tattooed on his arm. The background material of his square is a piece of one of Kevin’s shirts, one of his favorites. The following poem reminds me of Kevin. Near the end of the movie “8 Seconds” (one of Kevin’s favorites) Lane, Tuff and Cody are flying over the Cheyenne arena, and Cody reads a poem entitled “Cowboy is His Name” written by Baxter Black. Cowboy is His Name There’s a hundred years of history And a hundred before that All gathered in the thinkin’ Goin’ on beneath this hat. The cold flame burns within him ‘Til his skin’s as cold as ice And the dues he paid to get here Are worth every sacrifice. All the miles pent sleepy drivin’ All the money down the drain, All the ‘if I’s’ and ‘nearly’s,’ All the bandages and pain, All the female tears left dryin’ All the fever and the fight Are just a small down payment On the ride he makes tonight It’s guts and love and glory, One mortal’s chance at fame. His legacy is rodeo And cowboy is his name We miss Kevin each and every day, we hope his is still “living” every day to its fullest, maybe hanging around with Lane and Freckles if riding bulls or Dale Earnhardt if he feels like racing. I know he is in good company with lots of heroes, friends and family members around that he can keep entertained. We love you, Kevin Mom, Dad and Katie
Glen L. Walker
The Patch – It was a pleasure to create a patch honoring our brother, Glen. The background was chosen because it is a copy of one of Glen’s original compositions, “Life’s Journey”. The photograph was put on the patch because it was Glen’s latest musical instrument of choice. He purchased the piano about a year before his death and was extremely proud of it. Glen’s first instrument was the trombone. The picture of him playing was chosen because it shows him doing what he loved to do most—play jazz. We loved to see Glen with a big smile on his face; so that picture was used because that is the way we want to remember him. Glen’s Siblings Perspective – There is a hymn entitled “I Was There To Hear Your Borning Cry”. It is assurance of God’s presence throughout our lives from beginning to end. Huretta thought of this song when we learned of Glen’s death because he was born at home and we were all there – unlike the other births when we were taken to the home of relatives to spend the night and came home the next day to find a new brother or sister. On this night the doctor and nurse came and some time later we heard soft crying that sounded like a kitten; however, we didn’t see him until late morning. Because Huretta was the oldest and a girl, she had to stay home from school for a week to help our grandmother and aunt take care of things at home. The visiting nurse came by everyday to check on Glen because mother had complications and was hospitalized. She told mother she sure is spoiling him – Huretta was holding him and rocking him. Each time she came mother’s reply was “Well I sure know how to unspoil him.” She was not successful! Mother held him during the day and put him in the bed with us at night. We were available to him. At an early age he had corrective surgery on both legs at the same time and had to wear casts. We couldn’t do enough for him. Wilbur remembers looking at him as he sat in his high chair and saying, “How are you doing little sugar?” Glen’s interest in jazzy music began early. Hugh remembers Glen listening to Wilbur’s records and he began to listen too. “Making music” became his career. Glen could listen to music for hours. He organized several musical groups, among them “The Glen Walker Trio” and The Vintage Jazz Quartette, which played in festivals in and around Oklahoma City – Charlie Christian jazz festivals, Memorial Day festivals in Edmond and Jazz in June in Norman. His two sisters looked at each other in amazement when they first heard him as the leader of a group and said, “We’ve never heard Glen talk so much, ever!” He was so alive when he played – he wanted to play. He was uncompromising on the kind of music he wanted to play. Glen was a kind, gentle, and caring brother to Huretta. Sometimes he’d call and ask if everything was okay, if anything needed repairing and if there was he’d establish a time and date and would be there (EARLY)!! Huretta says many times she’d attempt to pay him and he’s ay, “No! You’re my sister.” Glen was a man of his word. Glen looked like our dad and he had many of his traits, especially when he was working with his hands. If things weren’t working out right, the corners didn’t miter, the mirror didn’t hang straight after careful measuring and the wall paper border was cut too short; the next sound you might hear would perhaps be grumbling followed by an expletive for good measure. Then, he would correct the error. With that being said, Glen enjoyed the challenge of new experiences such as installing a French drain, crown molding, putting in kitchen cabinets and tiling mother’s kitchen and hall. He was so pleased when any project was complete. Glen had an especially close relationship with our mother. I am reminded of the children’s book “You Are My Baby and I Will Love You Forever”. In the book, the mother does all the things mothers do for their young and tell the child-teenager-adult, “You are my baby and I’ll love your forever.” The mother gets older and he does for her what she did for him…he then tell her “I am your baby and I’ll love you forever.” The fourth verse of the hymn mentioned in the beginning reads: “When you find someone to share your time and you join your hearts as one; Ill be there to make your verses rhyme from dusk till rising sun”. Marjorie is that person. He simply loved her with his whole being. They were a joy to watch. Our brother, William, would sometimes call and ask, “Are Glen and Marjorie still grinning at each other?” We’d say, “Oh, yes!” Huretta remembers them holding hands at church with mother. Hugh remembers their laughs together as they commented and editorialized on TV shows. His sister Joyce and her husband William remember his hearty laugh at William’s embellished stories. Joyce remembers how he taught her about the Dremel tool and how surprised she was when he installed an electrical outlet in her hallway. She wanted and expected to see a typical flat outlet. She was quite surprised and disappointed to see a large, white, rectangular box on the outside of the wall. She never let on how disappointed she was. She is now quite happy with the large box because every time she looks at it she thinks of him. Joyce also remembers when she and her husband William drove to Washing D.C. in the 1960’s to visit our brother, Wilbur. It was our first long trip and Glen accompanied us because he had decided to move to the east coast. Glen did not like a lot of controversy and as all married couples know anytime a couples goes on a long trip there will definitely be controversy. When we arrived at our destination, we could see the relief on Glen’s face because he had just endured a most frustrating journey. Wilbur tried to give him advice on the lawn and Glen let him know that he was on top of it. His brother William remembers their last laugh together. It was glen’s 59th birthday and it is X-rated. We all found Glen to be very appreciative person for the smallest deeds extended to him. He was a person reluctant to seek and ask for help when needed. He was a sensitive and humble man whose life was often like the monuments in a great musical piece. We learned from his life: ask for help if you need it. There is sacredness in the exchange. Be grateful in and for all things. It takes courage to be uncompromising in your beliefs and courage to be compromising. The last verse of the hymn states: When evening gently closes in and you shut your weary eyes. I’ll be there as I have always been, with just one more surprise. In Life and Death we belong to God and He has promised to be with us unto death. The surprise for Glen will be in seeing our mother again. Thanks be to God. Glen played “Love is Here to Stay” at our mother’s 80th birthday celebration. Because our family believes in life, love and hope; we chose to donate to LifeShare Transplant Donor Services of Oklahoma. Glen’s Nieces and Nephews Perspective – Four words – quiet, reserved, talented with a capital T and even grouch are all words that could describe our Uncle Glen. He was a person who made a lasting impression on all of his nieces and nephews. Becoming an uncle at age seven, Glen practically grew up with some of us. He taught us how to play checkers and was more of a playmate than a babysitter. He also had father-like qualities even though he had no children of his own. He taught Cheryl, his first niece, how to tie her shoes. When Natalie was seven years of age and had lost her first tooth and was feeling a bit like an ugly duckling going through that awkward phase of life, Uncle Glen comforted her by saying, “Well, why don’t we just call it the generation gap?” When Natalie was thirteen and attended her first boy/girl party and Glen heard that she had gotten home around 10:00 or 10:30 he somberly asked her “Have you heard of a curfew?” A master trombonist and pianist, Glen inspired the next general musically. We all loved to support him whenever he played in various events such as “Jazz in June” and the Deep Deuce Jazz Festival. Our support would turn into mini family reunions whenever we knew he was playing somewhere in the metroplex. Glen introduced his grand niece, Camal and Cameelah, in their pursuit of musical mastery of the piano. Our Uncle Glen was always readily available to help his family. He was a regular maintenance man at his niece Cheryl’s house – painter, plumber and electrician. He helped his niece Natalie to upgrade her wooden floors. He was frequently at Grandmother’s house working on her never-ending list of things for him to do. Ronnie personally took pride when he was mistaken for his beloved Uncle Glen. Glen set an example of persistence. He will be remembered for his infectious smile that was even more radiant while being accompanied by the love of his live, Marjorie. He will always be remembered for his great love of music and deep compassion for his family. Glen’s Soul Mate’s Perspective – A Tribute to Glen L. Walker – My Knight in Shining Armor from Marjorie The years we were together were immeasurable. I cherish every moment and I think of various segments of each day. Some days I smile; some days I laugh; and some days I cry. I miss you very much. Thank you, my Knight, for your loyalty, sincerity, honesty, commitment and love. Glen your musical talent was superb! The music will never stop. My Knight is now my shining star-shine forever, Glen!
Scott was a vibrant young man with a bright future ahead of him. His life was taken by being stabbed nine times in an act of violence. The District Attorney in Muskogee County chose not to file charges against the murderer. Our family is fighting to seek justice in Scott’s murder. A grand jury investigation resulted in first degree manslaughter charges against the man who took Scott’s life. We are now waiting for trial. As we go through our battle with the judicial system, we spend many hours in prayer believing and trusting justice will be served. The Bible scripture we chose to put on the quilt square brings some comfort and hope that justice will be served not only for Scott, but also for other murdered victims and their families. Our family has been robbed of our precious son, grandson, brother and uncle. We find comfort in kowing Scott still lives through the lives of his organ recipients. We know without a doubt Scott’s death has not been in vain due to organ transplant. A part of him still lives in the lives of his recipients and he has touched so many families. We are honored we could share Scott with you and know he is still with us. Our prayers are with each and every recipient and their families. Pamela and Rusty Stonebarger (Mother and Dad), Glenda Green (Grandmother), Summer Carrier and Stephanie (Sister), Alan and Alexis Carrier (Nephew and Niece)
I chose this picture because he was a fighter pilot through and through. When he went into the Air Force, the Korean War was ongoing and he was trained as he used to demonstrate when talking with his hands, “there we were fence top level.” The Korean War ended before he graduated from pilot training. He taught others to fly and was Base Commander at three different installations. He was also in the Vietnam War. We spend 28 years in the A.F. He lived like he flew, careful, but aggressive, loved life and was well thought of and loved. I chose the color red because that was his favorite color. He liked anything that was red. Our Hero was chosen because he touched so many lives. His Family came first, then the Military. He was very patriotic, had great love for God and his country. His belief was a man should always take care of his family. He always said, “If I’ve got a dollar, we all have a dollar.” He was our hero because he not only took care of us, loved us, but he was a good man and cared for others and showed it.
Tammi’s Quilt Square – The white dove represents a white pigeon dove that came to the window ledge and gave Tammi peace when she was in pain and not time for her medicine. The Dove represents God’s peace and Tammi said that the dove on her window ledge was sent from God. The basketball has Tammi’s jersey number in her school colors. She would have been a senior this school year. Tammi had two goals in life, one to be a basketball star and two to be a pediatric surgeon to help others. As a donor, she was able to help others and his legacy will live on. She loved her family and her animals. She had a smile that made all who she met feel good. Her gentle ways and kind words made it a pleasure to care for her. Tammi’s laughter and wonderful sense of humor still gives her family a smile and fond memories. We will miss her and wait for the day to come when we can all be together in God’s home. Given by her family in loving memory of: Tamara (Tammi) Anne Fancher May 25, 1988 – September 8, 2004
Kathy Ann Sisco
September 7, 1951 – July 15, 2004 Letters in Metal By Stephen G. Sisco “Our lives are full because of the love we share.” These are letters in metal Pressed upon her grave. They speak of us before, now and tomorrow. A simple truth that we learned to understand. They kept our days full and sweet And make her passing not a defeat. Submitted by Stephen G. Sisco
Kathy Ann Sisco
Early Wayne Arnold II
Date of Birth 03/07/1984 Died 11/20/2004 My husband, daughter and myself choose this piece because my son always wore a bandana folded. It had to be ironed and folded just right so he could put it in his back pocket and it had to hang out just so far. And if for any reason it was not he would redo it till it was right. Earl, Regina and Kyndyce Arnold Father, Mother and sister
Dustin Keith Rhodes
July 17, 1995 to September 16, 2004 On July 17, 1995, our Angel, Dustin was born. Dustin was full of life and loved dearly from the minute he arrived on this earth, he was the best child any parent could ever ask for. He was always a happy boy who never met a stranger. He loved to talk and to tell stories about his cows, semi-trucks, his coon hunting dogs, the weather, or anything he could think of to talk about. If he couldn’t think of anything he would just make up a story to tell. Most people remember Dustin for his manners. He was always polite and well behaved but he also expected people to us their best manners toward him, if they didn’t he would let you know about it. Dustin loved being outside. He didn’t care how warm or cold it was he was outside. His favorite place to be was out in the filed with his cows. Dustin wasn’t a child who demanded toys, he really wasn’t that crazy about them. The only toys he really cared for were his toy semi-trucks and tractors. He had a collection of toy semi-trucks that could fill a whole room by themselves and he could identify the model of every one. He loved school and being with his friends. Dustin was very smart and had just recently been placed on the Fourth Grad Academic Team at Peggs School. Dustin always told us that he was going to be a truck driver when he grew up, we asked him how he was going to be a truck driver when he was President of the United States, he said he would just put the President’s sign on the side of his truck and do both. Dustin passed away after choking on a roll at lunch at school. Dustin was here on this earth a short time but he touched anyone who ever met him. He would never pass a person he knew without saying “hi”. He always left a lasting impression with his big voice, grown-up personality and loving nature. Dustin was so loving and caring we knew that he would want to help other if possible so the question of donating his organs was answered without hesitation. He will be forever in our hearts and missed more than words can express.
Wille E. Howard
Mother loved yellow roses. She was also a quilter and for years she has a Japanese fan from a high school dance. So we chose a traditional fan design in the yellow colors. Two quilt blocks were made. One for the donor quilt. The other for the family to frame. From all her loving family. Karen Goins
Micah John Fleming
Micah was 19 years old when he died unexpectedly. He was fully of life, laughter and oneryness. He was so excited because his life was starting to change and expand. He was ready to tackle the world. He stood on the brink of adulthood. Micah wasn’t just our son, or brother, or adored uncle. He was our best friend, guardian, protector and confident. We would stay up all night talking about everything under the sun. He kept our secrets and our hearts He was very wise for his young years. He was an “old soul”. There was this feeling, he took care of us…looked after us, rather than us raising him. We all felt safe and secure with Micah. We miss our best friend, he bound us together. From out talks, I know he would be honored to be a part of a new tradition. We wanted something good to come out of his death. We chose to honor the memory of this kind, generous and giving spirit by donating his organs. We were honored to have been his family…to have known him, loved him in the time we had together. The design I created for Micah is based on the Native American Mandela. It is one of the most powerful American Indian items, being a descendant of the Plains Indian dance shields. Prayers for survival, for spiritual blessings, powerful visions, physical protection and long life go into the making of the traditional Mandela, as it represents the interwoven threads of Creation and the diversity in Mother Earth. Micah was of Seminole and Cheyenne descent. Micah’s Mandela is based on American Indian beliefs. The circle represents all of and everything in the universe, along with our Creator. It represents our cycles of live, the cycles/changes of the seasons, the path of the planets around our sun. It is a most sacred symbol among all Indian cultures. The dance grounds and drums are circular, and are considered holy ground. We dance in a circle, following the path of the sun. Our circles of Life are often interconnected with others. It is Life…never ending. I used a Medicine Wheel to create the borders and spokes. The Medicine Wheel, and the four colors represent the four directions, four corners of the earth and four different wisdoms. Again this is a very sacred and holy symbol to the Plains Indians. The bear was Micah’s personal totem, personal guardian spirit. Although, we belonged to the Tiger clan, in our Seminole culture…Micah and I shared an affinity, a connection with this guardian spirit. He had some bear-like characteristics. He was big, tall, very strong and agile. He was fearless. The bear paws symbolize great strength, great courage, bear-like ferociousness when provoked or threatened. Micah was fiercely protective of me, his sisters, his nephew, his father…his family. He had the heart of a warrior. The red hands are a symbol of strength and protection. The four hearts represent Micah’s family, me, his father, his two sisters. The hearts hold the great love, the bond our family has. The hearts are the love he takes with him. The teardrops within the hearts represent our sadness and grief. We know it was just as hard for him to leave as it was for us to let him go. The green growing leaves and vines represent renewal, rebirth, the Resurrection…new life. We know we will see him again. The greenery is lush, full, blooming and growing, never dying. The prayer birds, sometimes called rain birds, thunder birds, carry our prayers, our love, our wishes to the Creator. The birds remind us to keep our eyes Heaven-ward. That’s where we’ll see our loved ones. The stars symbolize the Milky Way, sometimes referred to as the Sky Path or Star path. Each star in the Milky Way is one of our ancestors or loved one, who’s gone on before us. It is a path that each of us will have to walk.
Joseph S. Henderson
Precious memories of our healthy, happy baby boy who became a handsome, loving and productive young man. We will forever cherish the memories of Joseph’s love, laughter and companionship that completed our lives. As tears of grief still flow for our beloved son, we know there are tears of appreciation for Joseph’s Heart of Gold – “His gift of life.”
My mother was 55-years-old when we lost her. We decided to donate her organs when she passed on so that she could help others and also so that part of her would still be here. She always enjoyed helping others and doing what she could for everyone. She was the best mother anyone could ask for. She was always there to listen to me when I needed to talk to about anything. She worked hard all her life to get to where she was. I will never forget the days she worked at Pizza Hut to support us and when we lived in one of the worst houses possible. Our water pipes broke, our heater didn’t work in the middle of winter, and you could see your breath in the house. She managed to get us a nice two story house with three bedrooms, two and a half baths, and a big game room. We decided to make her quilt piece out of frogs because she loved collecting them and she had them all over the house. She had a frog blanket, a frog clock, tons of frog figurines, and many more frog items. When I was about seven or eight years old, I was playing outside and there was a frog. I took the frog and kept making it jump off my porch and then the frog got tired and I got angry and tried to shove a rock down its throat. My brother told me that I had killed one of God’s creatures and I ran inside my room and just cried and prayed to God to forgive me. My mother walked into the room and saw me praying for what I had done and then she realized how well she was raising me in church. She said that was one of the best things she had seen me do at that age. Then my best friend, who was like a daughter to my mother made me realize what F.R.O.G stood for. It stands for Fully Relying On God. My mother enjoyed reading her Bible and playing the piano at church on a regular basis. She was very active in the church. She attended church every Sunday and also helped in a program on Wednesday nights for the children. She wrote me a book from memories of her childhood and in it she wrote “The most I look forward to when I die and go to heave is when I will be perfect and can sing praises to God.” My mother is missed by many people and we will never forget her. But I am so thankful that she did not have to suffer and that she is in a much better place with God. We lover her a lot and always will.
Cody Dean Bolin
Michael’s Story - - May 26, 1995, Michael Cole Contway was born to a loving family. He was supposed to come on June 14th, his Dad’s birthday, but he couldn’t wait. That is Michael’s Life Story; he is always ready for the next adventure. He is excited about life. Each day a day not to be missed; he never put off tomorrow what he could do today. He had a great attitude at school, home, church, and everywhere he was whatever he did. At school when there was a new kid; he was the first to make them feel welcome and show them the ropes. He loved sports, not because of the sport as much, but because he could do it with his friends. He always had lots of friends and they talked all year and helped him plan his birthday parties at our house. They would camp out in the yard, fish, cook outside, have paintball wars and ride four wheelers. It was always a great time for them all. And Michael always included his little brother, which was always surprising to me, because usually older brothers don’t want their little brother tagging along – but he always wanted him there. Andrew is eight years younger. It didn’t bother Michael if people had their cliques, he would find the kid that was being left out and somehow have all the kids playing together. He cared for the kids that didn’t fit in. Every morning Michael was up with the rooster, fixing breakfast of bacon and eggs or biscuits and gravy. I always made a big deal of that, because I couldn’t make good gravy until I was thirty years old. He was a good cook. His sister, Amy, who is five years older, was always asking him to fix her something to eat. He was proud that he could cook and cooked on several Royal Ranger cookouts. He also loved Royal Rangers and could do everything required to be a good ranger. The last campout he had won a cot, because he was the Best Camper. He also was taking a leadership position and helping teach the boys how to start campfires with flint and steel and tying knots. Every Sunday morning he was knocking on my door very early to see if we were going to church. He loved church and couldn’t wait to go every week. He had a great relationship with the Lord and wasn’t ashamed of that. Everyone knew he was a Christian, and he shared his faith with anyone. He was also a leader in children’s church, every week he helped Brother Tim keep the kids in line and with cleaning up whatever needed to be done. Michael was really excited when his dad started letting him drive the Chevy Luv on our place. He thought he was really big stuff. He was asking me every day if I needed anything hauled to the ditch or any trash to haul off. It was a standard (transmission) so he was learning to change gears, and I could hear the engine really get loud sometimes before he could get it changed. He loved the outdoors wherever we were. At the lake he loved camping, fishing, swimming, building sand castles and the campfires in the evening. At home he would spend hours in the woods and at his fort. Michael is very missed by his family and friends. We love you Michael.
Connie V. Barringer
James H. Butler
Mario Joseph Betta
Garland R. Chastain
Claud W. Clark
Tiffani (Mashore) Fleehart
Loren Edward Gregory
Eldon Ray Haymaker
Shirley Ann Vaughn
M. J. Heptig
Mark J. Hultz
Jayce Ray Sheffield
Paul E. Semrad
Terence E. Sartorius
Ashley Renee Phillips
Sasha Josephine Owens
Allen Francis O'Brien
James Ray Maxey
Douglas Lee Maxey
Kristopher Alan Sides
Trevor Lee Smith
Dean Blair Snow
Craig Lin Keener
Craig was the son that every parent could be proud of. Never got into trouble, at least not anything we ever found out about! (laughing) Graduating from Ft. Gibson High School, Craig attended and received his Bachelor Degree from Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, OK. He then pursued and accomplished his Masters at Oklahoma State University. Craig so much loved the annual Bedlam game between OSU and OU. He loved his Lab, Annie (Fannie), as he did all animals. Pookie the cat was very special to him. His fraternity brothers, Pi Kappa Alpha, were truly his brothers; especially when we needed them at the hospital. The only child of both parents, his loss is indescribable. Craig loved children so much. At times he would mention how much he wanted his own. At Christmas all the kids wouldn’t leave him alone, leaving not much time for the adults. Craig and his dad got certified as scuba divers together and their annual trip was a very special time for both. Craig will be truly missed and loved by all.
McKenzie Erin Kennedy
McKenzie Erin Kennedy was born on Monday, March 20, 2000. She had blond hair and the prettiest blue eyes. She was a very giving child and always thought of everyone else before herself. McKenzie was born with a heart defect but was not diagnosed until the age of five. This problem was hard to diagnose because she had seizures, which we later learned could happen with the heart problem. Her heart would beat so fast and out of control that she would pass out and lose oxygen to her brain. She could not play sports like other children. She went to one practice of t-ball and was sick for days because of the strain it put on her heart. The older she got, the weaker her heart got. McKenzie loved to watch Hannah Montana. That was her favorite show of all time. She loved playing with her little dog, Katy Jo. That was her best friend in the whole world. They went everywhere together. McKenzie even dressed her up in a little dog dresses. McKenzie was a little helper to everyone she knew. She was always willing to help in the kitchen or around the house. McKenzie is missed by all who knew and loved her. She brought a smile and joy every day to our lives. I know I was looking at Heaven when I looked at her. She was truly an Angel sent here from God. All of her family can find peace in knowing how happy she made everyone. God called McKenzie home on January 30th, 2009. She had been on life support for seven days after an anoxic brain injury. Her body and heart were too tired to fight. As our hearts were breaking that day, God was holding her tight in his arms and she is now perfect. We decided to donate any organs that we could. McKenzie was such a giving child, and we knew she would want to help as many people as she could. The only organ that could be donated was her heart valve. It gave us great joy to know that her generous heart may be living on through someone else. We chose a pink butterfly pattern for the quilt square, because McKenzie loved butterflies and her signature color was pink. She would chase them with her little net, she never caught them, but she had fun chasing them. We decided to add her picture to the quilt square so that all who saw the square could see how beautiful she was. MCKENZIE ERIN KENNEDY SUNRISE: MARCH 20, 2000 SUNSET: JANUARY 30, 2009
Naomi Eileen Cochran
David E. Abbott
D. Michele "Bobi" Anderson
Jerrid Thomas Bolt
Joseph John Caddel
Monty L. Clem
Elizabeth Kate Craig
Allen Wesley Davis
Melanie Joy Demanche
Frederick Louis Ziemba
Robert Louis Dressler
Christopher Dean Hillbolt
Melissa Beth Kuhns
Robert David Lee
John Edward Lively
Gracie Miracle-Lyn Mendenhall
William L. Robinson, III
Brendan Michael Robison
Bryce H. Roller
Jenna Loree Russell
Kimberly Rae Bo-Min Smith
Kylie Grace Standlee
Aaron Kenneth Stern
Kjell Anders Tovander
Larry Wayne Wallace
J. W. Whittemore
Lana Kay Lyon Joachims
When our angel, Lana, was young, music was her love. She started singing in Church and Vacation Bible School. It didn’t matter if she was singing or playing an instrument, music was in her blood. When she was in second grade, she became fascinated by the piano and practiced to perfection. However, the clarinet became her favorite. After graduating from high school, she decided to build a career as a Music Teacher. She received a BA in Music Education and taught at Carmen Dacoma Oklahoma schools. Lana was dedicated to helping others. A parent had visited with Lana about her disabled son’s inability to march and participate in contests. Lana reached out to this boy and eventually had him marching, and the band received Sweepstakes at Tri-State contest in Enid, Oklahoma that year. That was her first year of teaching, and we were so very proud of her! She was always helping in any way she could, whether it be playing for children, driving a school bus or helping with organizations during her own children’s school years. Lana was such a giving person, even after death, by giving the ultimate gift as an organ donor. Lana, we love you and miss you terribly! Love, Mom, Dad & Brother Your children, Tyson & Shanae
Robert Mark Gibson
Mark Gibson was a special, caring man. He was extremely gifted in the area of creativity and organization. He used these gifts to serve the Lord in different ministry positions throughout his life. Ministering to children was one area that Mark was especially passionate about. He took several groups of people to Haiti to make a difference in the lives of orphans, but he also provided exciting programs for children in the churches in which he served. Mark was a loving husband, father and son. His family was his most valued possession. He is greatly missed, but will be remembered by many because of the lives in which he invested.
Kynnith’s passing happened so quickly that we didn’t have a chance to talk to him about organ donation. At seven years old I’m not sure if he would have understood. There is one thing Kynnith did understand, that was love. He loved life and to be able to give life to someone else would have been what he wanted. We miss him very much, but we know Kynnith lives in the lives of others. Kynnith Jordon Barnett 7 years old October 30, 2001 - June 25, 2009
Matthew Nelson Cooper
Nelson was always finding good in people, trying not to be judgmental. As a little boy growing up, we taught him not to judge people based on the outside. He had a very good understanding of what was on the inside. It did not matter to him if his friends were large, small, short, tall, what nationality they were, or if they had piercing or tattoos. Nelson had a large variety of friends. We never knew of one person that did not like him. He always had a smile on his face. When he came in a room, he always brought a smile on other’s faces. He was not perfect, none of us are. He got upset sometimes or maybe even angry, but it never lasted. He had a big heart and knew how to forgive and forget. He worried about other people, their problems or bad health. He wanted everyone to be happy. He had a special love for small children. He was patient and kind. The reason we chose the three stars for the quilt square is because they represent him. I, his mother, told him not to judge how people looked, but to see them for what was on the inside. I felt like that backfired. When he was seventeen, he wanted a tattoo. I was not too keen on the idea, but he reminded me of what I had taught him. I allowed him to get a tattoo. He wanted 3 stars. I took him to get the two smaller ones first. Later he got the big star in the middle. I had taken him about 2 weeks prior to the accident to get his tattoos touched up. That was a Christmas present. He was proud of his tattoos. It never changed who he was. When my family sees stars, it reminds us of our Nelson. We now own a business, called Triple Star Auto. It is name in memory of Nelson. Several family members including myself, his mother, have the 3 star tattoos. I know not all people approve of tattoos, and we can respect that. For me and my family, we do not see tattoos as a bad thing. It has brought us all closer. We relate to Nelson with our stars. We love and miss our Nelson every day and always will. When Nelson was 16, he asked me if he should be an organ donor. I told him I didn’t know if I could allow anyone to take any part of him. God gave him that body. He asked me, “But mom, what good will it do me, if I am not here?” we didn’t discuss it anymore. We didn’t know he chose to be a donor until his death. He had marked it on his driver’s license. He was a gift giver. He always wanted to give people things they needed. He was one special child. His father and I decided to grant his wish. Now my family has a different outlook on organ donors. He has a gift that keeps on giving. I know that is what he would want. Because of love, your light shines on. Because of Heaven we will see you again. Because of you we know love. “Happy are the pure in heart; for they shall see God.” Matthew 5:8 (KJV)
Gary Ray Crouch
Brooke Sophia Daily
Jeremy J. Dalton
Jeremy James Dalton / June 23, 1972 – December 13, 2011 / Jeremy was many things. He was a leasing agent with a financial consulting firm admired for his hard work and dedication. Never afraid to reach out to random strangers, he was a friend to many. The kind of friend who always made the effort to keep in touch even when separated by a thousand miles, and years since last seeing you face to face. Jeremy was an activist. He had great passion for helping the hungry and homeless in his community, and for seeing the end of human trafficking. He truly believed that we are all called to make a difference in this world, and he was determined to do his part to the fullest. He was an amazing cook. Trained in culinary school, he could grill you the best steak you’ve ever eaten every single time. He was a fan of the Boston Red Sox, mixed martial arts, and a good game of Texas Hold ‘em. He was full of life and always sure to bring laughter to the room. His quick wit always took you by surprise, and his big laugh was contagious. He was the brother who wanted the very best for you and always had your back. He was there to lend a helping hand, or a listening ear along with a heavy dose of advice whether you wanted to hear it or not. He was the son who always showed how much he cared. Jeremy was so thoughtful and caring. And while we are so proud of all of his accomplishments, we are more proud of the man he had become. But more than all of these, Jeremy really lived for just two things: to follow his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and to love and serve his family. He loved the Lord with all of his heart, and lived to fulfill the plans God had for him. He married wife, Carrie, in 2003 and was devoted to her and to their marriage. He truly was a partner, a best friend, and true love. Jeremy loved his children, Owen and Camille, with everything in him and tried each and every day to make sure they knew it. He leaves behind a great legacy of love, laughter, friendship and faithfulness. We will do our best to carry it on from generation to generation, so that his legacy will go on forever. / This quilt square design came following a reflection on the things that mattered most to Jeremy. It was clear to me that it came down to just two things: His family and his faith. The cross on this quilt square was actually drawn by Jeremy many years ago, and he eventually had this image tattooed on his right shoulder. The photo on this quilt square is of Jeremy and the three great loves of his life.
Rickey Lynn Davis
Rickey Lynn Davis April 2, 1963 - August 27, 2010 Rickey was an OU Football fan. He loved to fish. He loved to listen to good old country music. He also loved to watch John Wayne movies like his twin brother, Mickey, and brother-in-law, James. He loved Halloween and playing practical jokes on his sister, Sherri. He had two loving parents, Bill and Joyce Davis. Rickey had a loving twin brother, Mickey, and a loving sister, Sherri. He had a loving wife, Starla. His four loving children were Nicolle, Cordell, Desiree and Jaydon. He had three loving grandchildren: Kaylee Marie, Kate Lynn and Jordon Richard. Rickey had a loving nephew, Jimmie, and a loving brother-in-law, James. He had very loving aunts, uncles and cousins. Rickey was very loving husband, brother, and a good father. He was a good grandfather. He was a loving son and uncle. Rickey will be missed very much. We all loved and cherished him very much while he was here with us.
Lloyd T. Ferguson
A Tribute to my Dad, Lloyd T. Ferguson. His block on this quilt was drawn by my daughter, his granddaughter. She captured him perfectly. My Dad was a hard worker. He was always looking for a way to make something out of nothing and had unique ways to make a living. He was a long-time contracted mail route driver for the USPS, rental property owner, antique shop owner, had an ostrich farm and embroidery shop. He loved playing games and always played to win. My favorite memories of Dad are those of us playing games together, both as a child and as an adult. He had a fondness for sweets. My Dad had a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye. Up until he had a stroke he wore nothing but Western shirts and cowboy boots. And like his brother… preferred to wear his cowboy hat a little cocked to the side. He was not shy about sharing his opinion but was shy about sharing his feelings. I was 21 when I first heard him say he loved me. I made sure we said it to each other many times after that, each time warming my heart. A part of him lives on in me, my five children and the many that benefited from his organ donation. Even though his only son died many years ago, his name will continue through my three sons. He was loved deeply by his wife, Johnnie, and cared for greatly by her daughters and their families. “I LOVE YOU” … and he says “LOVE YOU, TOO.” Loyann Ferguson
Tiffany Lin Friedl
Alisha Ellen Girdner
Alisha Ellen Girdner was born into our lives on August 15, 1995. Our Heavenly Father called His angel home on August 26, 2010 at the age of 15 years and 11 days. Alisha was one of six kids. She also had a twin to which she was one minute older. Alisha loved reminding Holli that she was older by a minute. Alisha had 12 nieces and nephews. She loved all of them very much and was always up for caring for them. She was like a little momma to the babies; she could always console the crying babies. Alisha loved babies so much that her goal in life was to be a pediatrician. She would say, “I can always be with babies in that profession.” Alisha loved watching SpongeBob with the kids, for that was her favorite show. She loved being with family and friends. Alisha always had a smile on her face. She was a very happy person. You always knew when Alisha was around because of her unique laughter. Her laugh was definitely contagious. If you were having a bad day, just being around Alisha would brighten it up. Alisha could always find her way into everybody’s hearts. She was the best friend anyone could have. We can still hear her laugh in our hearts and in our minds. She was a home body until it came to summer; then, you could find her swimming and camping with family and friends. Alisha was saved and baptized in July 2010, at the Cornerstone Church in which she attended. Alisha was a beautiful angel on earth, so we know she is a beautiful angel in heaven watching over all of us. Wherever we go we know Alisha is there with us. When we are down and out, she always gives us a sign that she is there with us and it will be OK. Since the age of 10, she always talked about being an organ donor. She would say, “I can still help people that way after I am gone.” We donated Alisha’s organs as she wished, and she did save some lives. To know Alisha was to know the most beautiful, loving, caring person. We will always carry her in our hearts and in our minds. We miss her so very much. Our sweet angel, Alisha, will always be forever fifteen. Rest in peace our sweet angel. With love, Alisha’s family
Vickie J. (Morrison) Hinkie
My mother, Vicki Joyce (Morrison) Hinkie, was the most loving mother I could have ever asked for. / This piece for the quilt in honor of her memory is very special to us in many ways. The material is from one of her favorite shirts…(a Fall shirt with pumpkins and scarecrows on it). The beautiful piece and artwork was made by a special friend of ours. Thank you Cherish! The butterfly is a sign I believe my beautiful momma sends to all of us. In great times of sorrow since her death… Butterflies will follow us making sure they are seen and bringing us comfort. We quietly thank her every time she sends one. She was a very classy woman who liked things elegant and simple. We know she would have loved the remembrance square in her memory. We will all miss her every day for the rest of our lives, but knowing that she helped anyone in her absence would have made her proud beyond belief. Thank you LifeShare for everything you have done. Your support has helped so much. / We love and miss you, Mom. Thank you again for the butterflies! You are always in our hearts and forever in our thoughts. / The family of Vickie Joyce (Morrison) Hinkie
Ian Seth Hudson
Bobby Dean Hutto
Bobby Dean Hutto was born and raised in Lindsay, Oklahoma. He attended Lindsay High School where he excelled in sports, football being his main interest; but also played basketball and baseball. Bobby was awarded a football scholarship to Murray State where he played fullback. Bobby was retired from the United States Air force after serving twenty years. During his 20 year service, Bobby was stationed in France, Iran, Turkey, Alaska and throughout the continental United States. He was a true patriot flying his flag every day. After retiring from the Air force, Bobby went to work for the State of Louisiana where he contracted cryptococcal meningitis which left him legally blind. Most people were totally unaware of his condition as he functioned admirably in all he did. He was a great inspiration to everyone he met. Bobby rode his bike all over Lindsay and was forever stopping to pick up trash along the streets, helping to keep Lindsay a clean and neat town. Bobby loved people and always had a smile and a joke to tell. As a hobby Bobby made wall hangings which he gave to most everyone he met and his wall hangings are from Oklahoma to Georgia. He was a loving husband, father and grandfather and a devoted Christian man.
Ralph W. Jackson
Ralph W. Jackson / December 23, 2011 / Ralph’s favorite color was blue. He was an OU graduate with a degree in Petroleum Engineering. Ralph was a good Christian man. He had integrity and was admired by many. He was married for 46 years to his wife, Donna, and was the father of 5 children. He enjoyed fishing and gardening and cheering on his beloved OU Sooners. Ralph was a very generous man. Nothing showed this more than when he adopted his wife Donna’s two young sons from a previous marriage. Brad Paisley’s song “The man he didn’t have to be” expressed very well the deep appreciation of his willingness to accept the responsibility for these two young boys. Ralph Wayne Jackson was deeply loved and very well-respected by his peers and family. He will live on in our memories forever.
ERVIN LEON LEBEDA / August 4, 1934 – April 29, 2011 / “The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth, being patient until it receives the gentle rains.” James 5:7 / Ervin was born to be a farmer. Among the eclectic swirl of other interests, the land and its stewardship was always his primary focus. His parents were 2nd generation Czechs who worked and participated in life with a passion for family and farm, their chosen way of life. Their sons were raised to follow in those footsteps. / When it came to farm implements, Ervin was a ‘green guy’. The John Deere suspenders he wore daily for the last ten years of his life became his personal trademark. Even casual acquaintances often referred to him as John Deere. The tractor on the quilt square is pivotal to this design. The colors represent the gold of ripening wheat and other crops under the blue skies and starry nights of Oklahoma. / Our extended family and the farm are the legacy he passed to us. We will continue to follow in the tradition he established. He and his memory are treasured. / Mary Grace Lebeda, October 7, 2012 / “World, I now must leave thee. Thy paths remain behind me. I go to my Father’s land. My spirit I surrender, My life, my every member, To God whose throne I now draw nigh.” Heinrich Isaac (1450-1517)
The color blue was chosen for this quilt block because it was Ron’s favorite color. The rope creating the circle symbolizes Ron’s years spent farming and ranching. He enjoyed raising cattle and growing wheat and rye. Being a cowboy and country boy at heart, he always wore cowboy boots and enjoyed wearing a cowboy hat on special outings such as going to a rodeo. The backwards R and M in the middle of the rope was his brand that he used to identify his cattle. The small crosses symbolize his Christian faith. The pearl snaps were added because Ron enjoyed wearing western shirts and he insisted that they have pearl snaps.
Pauline Cora McDonald
Patrick Kelly McMurry
Dear Patrick,/ Here is the picture I took of you at the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve outside Pawhuska on November 7, 2009. On the drive there I remember looking over at you and thinking, yes, this is my soulmate and I love him so much. I wrote in my journal for that day: “Lovely, lovely day - high 70s and no clouds. A fun, lovely evening. Really a fun, lovely day.” By the time we started snapping photos the sun was beginning to set, and I could see its glow on your skin. By evening we were back in town for the sparse picnic dinner I’d packed (including, of course, your favorite Diet Dr. Pepper), and we tooled around town in the dark for a while before attending the paranormal review at the Constantine Theater. Remember the couple next to us who seemed to be mocking and scoffing at the presenters? Afterwards, on our tour of downtown we happened upon the tail end of a gallery opening and spent half an hour talking with the artist and his wife. The whole day I felt as though we were in the groove of life, flowing with it and enjoying everything we encountered. I’ve layered a map of Wyoming under you for this quilt square because I know how very deeply you loved the place. Your work took you to Wyoming and all the border states, spending time in elements no matter the weather. The landscape of Wyoming was important to you and you spoke very often of the places you visited, especially Sheridan, Gillette and all the little towns in between. I am sorry we were never able to be there together and explore the land that was so dear to you. As the roads and highways cross your body in this photo I imagine you being part of the land there now, and being part of Oklahoma – the land where you were raised. I miss you so much, Patrick, and there are so many special memories just in this photo. The perfect day, the beautiful grasses, the t-shirt I bought for you, the bracelet I made for your 30th birthday, your favorite ball cap, our excitement about an almost free road trip! I love you so much “My Little Irishman”, and I’m so grateful to be loved by you./ Love eternally, Heidi/ LifeShare Patches of Love story for Patrick Kelly McMurry by Heidi (BigKnife) Rankin
Trinity stole her daddy’s heart and mommy’s heart from day one. She loved to swim, dance, sing, and play. Trinity was Zackary’s sister, best friend, and the one he couldn’t do without. Trinity loved her Cassidy so much. She sure loved her li’l red. Caleigh and Trinity were everything sisters could be. They were alike in many ways. Trinity was a Daddy’s girl. She loved to fish, play outside, or even help fix cars. She just wanted to be with her Daddy. Her Daddy remembered when she got dressed up one morning to go hunting. He didn’t want her to get hurt, so he wouldn’t let her go. It was crazy how much she followed her Daddy. He fell in love with her the first time he held her. Trinity had her Daddy’s dimple and blue eyes. She loved to cuddle and sleep beside her Daddy. Trinity was everything we could’ve asked for. She is the most beautiful angel I know. She has so many people that love her. I have so many memories to make me smile. Trinity will never be forgotten. She’ll always be our angel.
Anthonny A. Pembrook
If someone were to ask me what our son was like when he was one, I would describe him as a chubby explorer. When Anthonny was five, his Dad always said he was a high-spirited adventurer. His favorite toys were dinosaurs, and he was always curious to learn about them. Anthonny was a kind-hearted young man of few words. When it came to sports, Anthonny’s interests were diverse. He enjoyed all sports, but he was passionate about football and rugby. His favorite hobbies were hunting and fishing which he did as much as possible. His thoughts were unique, and he was well-versed in expressing them. The most valuable things that made Anthonny special were his feelings. He was respectful, funny, and cared for others. His friends told us his friendship was unique. He always tried to keep the harmony around with his sense of humor and always had the right words or joke for the moment. Anthonny enjoyed teaching his family special things such as swimming, fishing, and left an enduring love of the outdoors. He was fearless of animals and very protective of them. He always said he needed to protect them, because they don’t have voices to tell you what they need. His loving little sister describes him as, “…the one who taught me everything, from searching for crickets in the dark with flashlights to riding sheep at the rodeo. He was a very influential person in the past, present and future of my life.” His older sister would say the feelings and connection between them was very similar. One example was the same gourmet taste for food which never changed. Anthonny and his dad had a very special relationship that consisted of the battle of the minds and a partner for all home projects. They both shared a funny sense of humor and a love of the outdoors which Jerry has kept up on his recent fishing trip with his older brother, Jim. Though our wonderful son is gone from our lives, we have been humbled by our community’s memories and stories of how our son has touched so many lives in his short seventeen years. We love you, Anthonny, and you will always be in our hearts until we meet again in Heaven. /Mom, Dad and Sisters
Tu Duc Pham
Elvis Gene Phillips
Alyssa Porter /January 2, 1993 - September 14, 2010/ Alyssa was prayed for by many the first four years of our marriage. We were told we may not get pregnant. Four years later we were pregnant with a little girl. Born to us during an ice storm in 1993 at Bartlesville, Oklahoma, what a miracle she was. We dedicated her back to God shortly after she was born. It was a joy to watch her grow. She accepted the Lord December 2000 at a Christmas program. She lived her life serving others. We were so blessed by her life. She served during mission trips and loved it. She loved working with children. When it came time to get her driver’s license, she was so excited to show us that she chose to be a donor. You never want to think about it at the time, but we tried to show her we approved. On the day she lost her life there was no question that we would honor her decision. We will always miss her for the joy she was. Thanks LifeShare, Kurt and Robin Porter
Emily Beth Schenk
Emily Beth Schenk /February 24, 1988 - September 25, 2009/ God blessed us with an extraordinary gift… Emily! Although her life on earth was short, we experienced 21 delightful years with her. Emily was determined to be successful in all endeavors. One such case was her great enthusiasm for basketball. Emily devoted eight years of her life to accomplishing results on the court. Her favorite team was the Lady Texas Longhorns. In fact, she painted the walls in her bedroom with the Texas Longhorn logos and mascot. Emily grew up watching the Boston Red Sox, her dad’s favorite team, and was able to spend a few of her summer family vacations at Fenway Park. Oh how she loved that! At the time of her passing, she was attending college to become a pharmacist. She was passionate about her career choice and was employed at Walgreens as a Senior Technician. Emily was caring and giving, and as a result of this nature, she made an unselfish decision to be an organ donor. It was an honor for us to fulfill her final wish. Emily touched many lives and was truly loved. Her legacy will live on in each of our hearts. We will continue to cherish every memory of our wonderful daughter. /Submitted by Jeff Schenk, and Susan Woolver
Kenney Frank Seeger, known to most of us as Kenney or Ken, was born on December 12, 1952,in Shattuck, Oklahoma, to Bill and Joy Seeger. He left this life and arrived in heaven on Thursday, December 31, 2009. Kenney’s first home was the Lotspeich Ranch in the Ditch Valley community near Rosston, Oklahoma. In 1954, he and his parents moved to Oklahoma City followed by moves to Duncan, Woodward and then Guthrie, Oklahoma, where Kenney began kindergarten at the age of five. In 1960, Bill, Joy and Kenney made Laverne their home where Kenney spent the rest of his public school years. While a student at Laverne, it was clear Kenney loved people, made friends easily, and enjoyed life while also making a point to excel in sports. He was the catcher on the Championship Little League Baseball team. Kenney kept this enthusiasm by lettering all four of his high school years in football and basketball, serving as captain of the LHS football team his senior year as well as being named All District End and Best Athlete of his Senior Class of 1971. Kenney was an active member of many of the school’s clubs and organizations and was honored to serve as a Junior Marshall. After graduating from Laverne High in 1971, Kenney was offered football scholarships by many colleges that were aware of his football talents as a receiver, but he opted to attend Southwestern Oklahoma State University with some of his friends. After two years at SWOSU where he was a member of Sigma Tau Gamma, Kenney transferred to Dodge City Community College, graduating with an Associate’s Degree of Arts in 1974. He then attended Oklahoma University, enrolling in the OU Flight School. As a youth, Kenney had fallen in love with flying. With basic flight insruction from Mr Don Goodnight of the Laverne area and the chance to get the necessary flight hours through OU, kenney received his pilot’s license and soloed on May 17, 1976. He continued to pursue his love of flying through the Laverne Flight Club where he gained many flight hours. In 1978, kenney attended Wichita’s Beach Craft Flight School where he was considered an outstanding pilot by both instructors and peers. While there, he earned licenses in multi-engine instruction, instrumental flight, and commercial flight as well as an instructor’s license. In the summer of 1982, Kenney and his cousin Barry Lotspeich were representatives for the National Corn Growers Association, touring Russia and Europe while sharing U.S. farming practices and trading policies. A true entrepreneur, Kenney’s business adventures, most of them quite successful, included a Harley Davidson Distributorship in Guymon, Oklahoma, a restaurant business, ranching and cattle feeding, Wheatland Commodities in Buffalo, Oklahoma, and the ownership/partnership of various Fantastic Sam’s in Oklahoma City. For the past fifteen years, Kenney was a commodity and stock trader for himself. Kenney will be remembered as a true friend to many people from various backgrounds. Memories of Kenney will always be crowned with his infectious smile, his great “belly laugh,” and his hugs “that were so powerful they hurt” as one friend put it. His mother Joy was one person who was greatly blessed by that laugh and those hugs. Kenney honored his mother with a love and respect well-deserved by Joy. He called her every morning and evening, seven days a week if at all possible, making sure his biggest fan and devoted spiritual leader was safe and sound. Kenney had a desire to see the good in all people for he knew he was not faultless. At age nine, Kenney accepted Christ as his personal Savior while attending Laverne’s First Baptist Church. Kenney stated that he was always so glad that God chose him to be one of His own. He was a member of Fort Supply’s First Baptist Church where he served as a deacon and was presently attending Henderson Hills Baptist Church in Edmond since moving to Oklahoma City. On the day Kenney departed this world, he was with some of his life-long buddies watching OU football… the wrap-up of a great day. OU won their game, but Kenney Seeger won, too! As soon as he took his last breath that day, he found himself in the presence of his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who truly knew Kenney Seeger. He knew Kenney’s strengths and his weaknesses while loving him all the while with a love full of grace and the promise of a heavenly home for all of eternity. Kenney was preceded in death by his father, Bill Seeger; sister, Debra Dale Seeger; stepfather, Paul Mahan; maternal grandparent, Kenney and Osie Mom Lotspeich; and paternal grandparents, Frank and Bernice Seeger. He is survived by his mother, Joy Seeger Mahan; sisters, Laurie Sawyer and husband Terry, Shannon McGiffert and husband David, and Rhonda Hamner and husband Kurt; his uncle and aunt R.A. and Rosalee Lotspeich; and aunt, Alma Jo Lotspeich; aunt and uncle, Patsy and Troy O’Hair; aunt and uncle, Peggy and Lee mackey; and several nieces, nephews, cousins, and many, many friends. It is fitting that Kenney Seeger be a “life donor”. Kenney knew how to live, and he definitely knew how to give to any and all who might be in need.
Harold O. Shipman
Harold O. Shipman /February 19, 1951 - August 5, 2009/ Harold and I met at the nursing home where we both worked. He worked in the kitchen and I worked in housekeeping and a few hours in the kitchen. I saw him first. I was cleaning up after the residents had their lunch. He was standing in the doorway. But I thought he had to be taken, because he was oh, so handsome in his chef coat and plaid pants. As time went on, I found out that he wasn’t married. We took our breaks at the same time. We started talking and a friendship was built. As time went on we got even closer. Harold loved life, God, family and friends. Our last grandson was Harold’s shadow. Where one was, the other was there as well. I knew he was a donor from the start. We got married June 26, 1990, on his sister’s birthday. We didn’t know that until after we got married. We worked together most of our life together. Harold never had any children of his own, but I had three daughters and two sons. Over the years, we became grandparents to six grandchildren – three girls and three boys. Before Harold passed away, we had seven great-grandchildren – five girls and two boys. Harold never got to see the last great-grandson. When he wasn’t working, Harold liked to go fishing. A few times he went fishing with his sister and her husband. They have several places that they liked to go to and fish. Harold loved to go to garage sales with his mother and sister. /About my quilt block: Harold loved to cook. After all, he was a chef. And he loved ducks. Once everyone found out he loved ducks, they would get him a new duck for Christmas and his birthday. So, I made the duck on my block with a chef’s hat on. The colors are for a mallard duck. Mallard’s were Harold’s favorite ducks. /Always, Carol, your loving wife.
Holly Brooke Sjostrom
My Christmas Angel, Holly / It was around the 1st week of December 2011 that I decided to go shopping for my family for Christmas. Holly, my daughter, had passed away May 21st, 2011 – almost 7 months. I was struggling that day with losing her. I had lost my husband 2008 from colon cancer. I couldn’t believe she was gone as well. / I got ready to go shopping and remembered she had given me a hand-painted, beaded, green bracelet with different Christmas items painted on them, including a holly leaf. Holly was born on December 15th. Her dad and I thought the nave fitted. In memory of her, I wore the bracelet on my shopping trip. / I went to a store I frequently went to . They have lots of discounted clothes, jewelry and different items. It’s a little messy but you can find some great deals. I ended up with a basket full. I tried on some clothes that I thought would be great for a Christmas Party that I was attending on December 15th. I left the store with my purchases and headed home. Early in the evening I went to look at my bracelet and found it missing. / I searched everywhere – car, house, but to no avail. I was frantic? I must find it for it was one of the last things she gave me. I broke down in tears. Why God?? Holly is gone and now the bracelet. I know it didn’t have much value, but it meant a lot to me. I was at one of my lowest points. I pleaded with God “Please help me to find it.” I know I shouldn’t be concerned about an insignificant, small thing as a bracelet; but there I was. I felt like my heart had been ripped in two again. I had lost so much already. / Immediately I called the store thinking it had slipped off while I was trying on clothes in the dressing room. I called the store and talked with the clerk about my missing bracelet. She said should would check the dressing rooms. She came back and said nothing was found. She told me if someone saw it they probably kept it. Hanging up the phone, tears fell and I though they would not stop. I felt so alone. I prayed to God to help me release this. / A week later it was Holly’s 23rd birthday, December 15th. It was a hard day, my friend, Linda, that I worked with for many years – was in the hospital dying of cancer. What another great day, I thought. One loss after another. How much was I going to have to take? John my husband, Holly my daughter, and now my friend all within 3 years. Not to mention losing the bracelet again. I had planned to visit Linda in the hospital. I figured it could be the last time I would see her. I went to see her and was feeling pretty low. I was thinking of Holly, today was her 23rd birthday. I decided to go back to the store where I thought I had lost the bracelet. I had to look for myself. I thought this is stupid… 1 week after – I’ll never find it. I went anyway. I picked out a few things all the while searching for the bracelet. I said to God “This is stupid, why am I doing this?” I went to check out. It was so busy they called another girl from the back to check me out. I thought to myself should I ask? Then I said “It’s been too long, and I didn’t see it in the store.” Then out of the blue, I asked if she had happened to see a bracelet that was left in a dressing room a week ago. She told me no, that it would be long gone. As I was sadly retreating, she said “Wait a minute.” She left to go to another register and she asked “What did it look like?” I said it was green beaded with hand-painted Christmas items on it. She lifted the bracelet up and asked “Is this it?” I was so overjoyed and said “Yes!” I asked “Where did you get it?” She said she didn’t know, but it ended up in a huge jewelry bin for sale. The funny thing was there was a man that picked it up and wanted to buy it, but it didn’t have a price tag. The clerk decided on $5.99, thinking it did not get marked. The man decided not to purchase it. It had been there for 1 week. I told the clerk it was my daughter’s birthday today and she had given the bracelet as a Christmas gift the year before she died and it meant so much to me. The tears were flowing between both of us as she hugged me and said she is still watching out for you. As I was leaving the store I praised God that he was so good! / I’m sure my angel Holly looked down and saw how I was grieving and made a way to get the bracelet to me. I now know what concerns me concerns God. Even the little things. He takes notice. / My quilt square is my angel Holly who looks down on me and lets me know everything will be alright. / Holly’s mother, Colleen Sjostrom
Michael “Mike” Sutton / 1945 – 2011 / Mike was born August 26, 1945. He was a middle child. Mike grew up to become a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and best friend to his wife. He was dedicated to his family and many friends who knew and loved him. / Mike was one of the strongest men we knew. He never looked at life as hard, just a challenge. He loved life and everyone around him. He lived a joyously unrestrained life. He was a hard worker and a very active person. He crammed a lot of living into the time he had on earth with us. He made sure every second counted! / All he ever needed, God provided. He had family, a farm with animals and an amazing garden full of fruits, vegetables and flowers that made him extremely happy. He loved woodworking and wasn’t scared to share his knowledge of it or anything else he knew with others. If you were willing to learn, he was willing to teach. Everyone knew if they needed help or a friend, come see Mike, he would be there. / There aren’t enough words in the world to describe who he was, and what he meant to our family. There are so many people that miss him and feel the pain of him not being around every day. But even though a loved one was taken from the lives of so many people who cared about and loved Mike, his life lives on through his organ donation. His loss brought many happy gifts to others, and he has continued his huge hearted ways even after his death. He was a special man alive, and even more extraordinary in his death, through his donations. Not only will he live in our hearts and memories, but also in those who have received his gifts. / To those who were so fortunate to receive a gift from Mike, we want you to know that he was among many things, an honorable man. He believed in being good and being happy. He excelled at both. When we count our blessings, we count him twice, and always will.
Christopher Anthony Todd-Miller
Chris was an outgoing young man who loved fishing and hunting. He had discovered his new passion of welding and had successfully completed his first course. The material used for his quilt square was his welding shirt and even though he had caught the tail of the shirt on fire, he still wore it and loved it. The catfish represents his nickname, Catfish, and the four-leaf clover was a tattoo he had on the top side of his wrist. And the picture was one of the last pictures taken of Chris. It was at a New Year’s Eve party in 2011, in which he celebrated with his friends. Chris has a very special place in the hearts of his family and friends. His memory and spirit are with us all and we look forward to seeing his smile again. Chris’ life was way too short, but he lived every day to the fullest. He never worried about what tomorrow might bring and lived each day with a light heart and a huge smile.
Faith Rose Victory
Faith Rose, what a name God gave us to name you! Faith was a child that had a drive for life. She loved to do new things like going to yard sales and thrift stores to find new things – she called it treasure hunting! Faith loved to make everyone happy and have them smile! Nothing seemed to slow her down. She cared for everyone, no matter what, even if they needed something like the shirt off her back – she would give it to them. She loved to be girly and everything that had to do with it. She loved to have her hair and nails and make-up done, and getting dressed up. She was our princess! Faith and her ‘NeeNee’ would have tea parties and get all dressed up. She passed the love for them down to her sisters, Izzy and Abby. She loved being a big sister. Faith was our little mother hen – she would read and sing to them when they needed her to. The one time of year, it seemed like she could not wait for, was to get all dressed up to go to the Nutcracker Ballet. She would transform into a little lady. She knew when the lights would flash, it was time to sit still and be quiet; and she would let everyone around her know. Faith got the love for the arts from her ‘NeeNee’. Even though she was a little lady and loved girly things, there was a side to her that loved to be outdoors – finding all kinds of critters. She was always asking ‘PooPoo’ and ‘Uncle Boo’ to help her find them and get them for her. One of the very many things Faith loved were butterflies, and to this day when we see one, we feel like she is there with us. One of the very many things we miss about her was her drive for life, and the ‘forgive and forget’ way of living she had. And, the way it still touches people to this day. Because of Faith, we all strive to be more and more like that every day, because we know it can be done. We all miss Faith very much, but we know she went to be an Angel! /We miss and love you very much,/ Love, PooPoo and NeeNee, Mommy and Daddy Your sisters, Izzy and Abbey, Uncle Boo And all your Friends and Family, too!
David W. Watson
Shannon passed away 30 hours after being hit by a car while riding his motorcycle. He loved his wife and three children with his whole heart. He was also an enthusiastic OKC Thunder fan. The “SW” are Shannon’s initials and the colors chosen show that he was a Thunder fanatic. The 4 stars are symbolic of the four people he left behind and the “fours” his family found present in their lives after his accident.
Veran Zane Winters
Veran Zane Winters drove a truck for 38 years. During that time he drove for only three companies; Armco Steel, Mangum Oil and Gas and Mangum Brick. He received numerous awards for safety and precision driving. Zane’s quilt block represents his love for driving. He always wore overalls so we used blue denim for the background. The white Mac truck is a close likeness of the truck he drove for Magnum Brick for ten years. That truck actually carried Zane’s body from the church to his final resting place in the Mangum Cemetery. Zane loved driving for Magnum Brick even more so after his grandson Jed and associates bought the company in 2010. We could not get Mangum Brick small enough to put on the side of the truck, so we place the company logo beneath the truck. He would have wanted it there. This truck and trailer with a load of bricks is inscribed on Zane and Frena’s head stone. / Zane and Frena Winters were married for 58 ½ years. They had three sons, Greg, Glenn and Gary. They also loved and cared for a foster son, Lyall. They were blessed with seven grandchildren; J.J., Jed, Diana, Adam, Cory, Garrett and Brice. To date there are seven great-grandchildren. / The quilt block was designed and created by Lyall’s wife, Pam Foster.
Gary Don Wray /February 7, 1974 - November 6, 2009/ Gary loved his family. Most of all his children. He always wanted them to know how much he loved them. He never wanted to miss any of their events, from school to sporting events. He was his son’s best friend, daughter’s Daddy’s girl. Gary was the owner of two businesses. He was a hard worker that always set high goals and met them. He loved the Lord and wanted to win people to Christ. He was my best friend. We dated in high school and married soon after. My love for Gary will last forever. I will always remember him when I look at our children. /Kama/ Dad, We have a lot of memories, but not enough were made. We will see you in heaven one day, but until then we will do our best to represent you and make you proud. We love and miss you dearly. /Ashley
Jason M. Wright
Jason Michael Wright /October 19, 1984 - June 7, 2010/ Holding Onto Holding onto the 25 years of memories from a young, meaningful and well-lived life. Holding onto the photographs capturing your personality and the moments we shared. Holding onto the journal and words that you wrote expressing thoughts and aspirations for the future. Holding onto the necklace you wore symbolizing your faith in God. Holding onto the butterfly nickname story reminding us of the future only God can see. Holding onto the details that made you, you. Holding onto your love that lives on in your family, many friends and fiancée. You always gave your heart completely. Holding onto your desire to help others. May your donations of life make a difference for many. Holding onto the verses highlighted in your Bible because our hope in God holds us up till we can hold onto you again.
Christofer Aaron Yeager
Christofer Aaron Yeager /April 8, 1993 - October 20, 2009/ Our son, who was born in Houston, Texas, had dreamed of going to college at the University of Texas. We had several choices in our decision for the quilt square. Christofer enjoyed baseball, vehicles, fishing, and working with his great-grandfather out on the ranch. His younger brother, Jeremiah, wanted to go with the UT steer on the quilt square. Therefore, that is what we chose. Christofer enjoyed betting against the Oklahoma teams with his buds at school. He and his friends would kid and joke about which team was going to win the game this time! Even his FFA teacher was sure that his OSU Cowboys were going to win a particular game against Texas. Christofer was so excited when Texas won the game and got a kick out of teasing with his AG teacher about those beloved Cowboys from OSU. Christofer had learned a great deal of character from his family, friends, pastors and teachers. He had strong beliefs and wanted to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. He drew his strength from his love of Jesus and his guidance from his family. We, his family, are doing the same on a daily basis after our tragic loss.
Stacy Rigdon Moore
Stacy was born September 4, 1969. We had prayed and waited 10 years for another child to join our daughter who wanted a little sister and on October 8, 1970, when she was 13 months old we were blessed with our little angel. / How fast time flew, she married and had two stillborn boys, and in her loss she and a nurse formed a support group called My Forever Angel and helped many mothers through their grief. / Then she was blessed with a daughter, now 17, and 4 years later a 2 lb. 12 oz. premature son, and who is now a healthy 13 year old. On her parents 56th anniversary she arranged for all the family to go to the park for a group picture. / The next day she and her husband went on a motorcycle trip and had an accident – both severely injured. Her husband had surgery and he survived – she was on life support. LifeShare came and we didn’t know she had signed up to be a donor. Her children said yes, she would want to help everyone she could. Two days later her angels took her to her Heavenly home and her organs passed on the precious gift of life, love and hope. ///// Stacy Rigdon Moore, started her life as an unwanted child, but soon she was adopted by Ralph and Marge Rigdon and their daughter, Shelly. After Stacy became part of a loving, caring family she blossomed into a loving woman. / Stacy married her high school sweetheart, and they began life’s journey together. Stacy suffered through the birth of two stillborn sons, but she didn’t stop trying. That was one thing about Stacy – she was a fighter and pushed for what she believed in and and wanted. Stacy had one more miscarriage and then she gave birth to her daughter, Mollee. This little girls was her momma’s sweetheart. Then four years later Stacy had a premature son, Garrett, and again Stacy didn’t give up. She drove every day the 200-mile round trip to see her son, feed him and leave milk for him until she could return the next day. Finally Garrett got to come home with no illness or handicap from this early birth. Stacy loved being mommy to these two. She was never too busy for school activities or just to snuggle and watch a movie or just love one another. / Whether from the stress of having problems starting a family, the early age of her marriage or exactly what - her first marriage ended in divorce. Stacy depended on her father, mother and sister for love and support her entire life, but really during this period. They were always there for her, and she told many people how lucky she was to have been chosen by such a wonderful family to want and love her. / Stacy then found and married her second husband, who had two children. Stacy did all she could to love and guide these two boys as she did her own and all four children lived in the household with them. When the oldest one gave her a grandchild she couldn’t have been happier, there again love was thicker than blood, for she loved this grandchild as her own. / One sunny day in June, Stacy and her husband left for a day trip together – telling the children they would be home in time for all to have supper together. God had other plans for Stacy that day and for those left here behind. Our lives changed forever as a big, wonderful sparkle went out of our lives. / But Stacy wasn’t through yet. She had some unfinished love to give and that was the gift of life to someone else that she didn’t know. That was Stacy, always loving and sharing. Whoever received these gifts, know that they were given to you by a wonderful, caring, beautiful lady.
Joyce Adams Curtis
This square for Joyce Adams Curtis was created by her sister Margaret Barker in consultation with Joyce’s husband Torrey Curtis. Here is a description of the reasons behind our choices: The innermost frame of Joyce’s picture is pink because once when picking décor for the last home in which she lived, Joyce described herself as “a pastel kind of girl.” The next frame of yellow with polka dots is just a “fun” piece of fabric. Wherever she went Joyce was the life of the party. Wherever she was, there was bound to be laughter. From her early days she was gifted in creating fun for her nieces and nephews, sometimes LOUD fun. When Christopher and Laurin, her own children, arrived, the fun of discovery, creativity, and music into which she guided them formed wonderful family memories. The floral frame reminds us of the spring flowers chosen for her memorial service and in the variety of color, shape and size they call to mind the versatility of Joyce’s gifts and talents. The outer border of purple seems fitting for a woman widely recognized as a “classy lady.” She carried herself with a special grace, combining dignity without pretense, good taste without haughtiness, great love for others without sentimentality. As one friend said, she had a large heart. “I Leave You With a Song” speaks of music, which went to the very core of her life and spirit. Joyce was an extraordinarily gifted musician. She taught private and class voice, organ, piano, and conducted two choruses at Southwestern Oklahoma State University in 11 years on the faculty. She created and conducted graded, adult, and handbell choir programs in Oklahoma churches for more than 20 years. The words on the quilt are the title of a piece which her women’s chorus sang at her memorial service in the chapel of Oklahoma City University, her alma mater. The transforming effect of her life and spirit was testified to by two of her students, Melissa Burcham Anderson and Mark Smithey, on her facebook page at the time of her death. “When I did not think I could sing, she taught me how. When I thought I would be bored to tears during a choir rehearsal, ti ended up being the highlights of my day. She taught me not just to sing, but to actually enjoy doing it and a new, undiscovered world of music opened up to me…” (Anderson) “Nothing I could say could begin to express how much I enjoyed working with you, Mrs. Curtis. I never wanted to sing before I had your classes, and I haven’t stopped enjoying it since. Thank you. Teach the angels a thing or two about how it’s really done.” (Smithey)
Terry Lee Blaine
Terry Lee Blaine / September 7, 1951 - April 8, 2012 / Terry was a loving Husband for 42 years. The one thing he was the most proud of during his life was his family. The quilt patch represents his accomplishments during his 61 years. He looked like he was a very gruff person, but when he smiled you knew he was a caring man. At Christmas he would go to breakfast and look around the restaurant for someone who might need a little help. He would ask the waiter or waitress for the people’s ticket and ask that they tell them, “Santa took care of their meal.” Terry was very proud of his daughter, Lanesia, and his son, Christopher. He was always talking about them to his co-workers and friends. He was like most of us, we never tell them often enough. We also have 2 grandsons, Wyatt and Jake. Of course being a typical Papa he taught his grandsons the little things in life to make you laugh and annoy Mom. For instance, sticking the toilet paper to their shoes and running through the house unrolling it, the water balloons during the summer and don’t forget the snowball fights. He loved going fishing at the lake with his family. He taught them about the game of golf and would go as often as he could. They would pull pranks on each other and giggle and laugh. He was always trying to teach them the quality of life to be proud and hold their heads up. Always be honest and to work hard, and give back where and when they could. One of his favorite hobbies was gardening. At one of the homes we had, Terry had 100 rose hedges along our backyard. All pink and in front of those he planted different types and colors. He was always looking for the unusual plants. He didn’t want the typical garden. He was a very hard worker. At every job he ever had he would put in 110%. He was looking forward to retirement from Tinker Air Force Base. He loved his country and was proud to work at Tinker. He was proud of his employees and would help them advance. He was always looking for ways to improve parts or the way people worked to make the job more efficient. Terry loved life. He always tried to be with his family as much as he could. Like most families, we would get together at the lake during the summer holidays. We would set up our campsites so we could enjoy every minute. There were areas for horseshoes, volleyball, dominoes, cards and the chairs around the campfire. There was fishing at night and waterskiing and tubing during the day and side-hurting laughter. Thanksgiving and Christmas were also fun. Everyone had their favorite dish and Terry would always say make sure no one is left out. There were some lean times but he would be sure that there was something to make you laugh. As his family we are very proud. He was always there when we needed him and was there for those who needed him upon his passing. Forever in our Hearts.
Kathryn Joyce (Hopkins-McKay) Danner
Kathryn Joyce (Hopkins-McKay) Danner was born on July 28, 1946 and died August 11, 2012 at 65 years of age. She was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure the year before her death. She fought the disease with all she had. But in the end could not overcome complications from this disease. The Doctors and Nurses at Oklahoma Heart Hospital gave her superior care during the illness. When Kathryn passed, we found out she noted on her driver’s license to give the gift of life. We did not think twice about carrying out her wishes. Kathryn’s brother and sister-in-law created the quilt square to honor Kathryn’s memory. Kathryn met everyone with a smile on her face. She gave 110% to her family and every employer for which she worked. She loved photography, travelling, researching genealogy, helping write the Okmulgee County History Book, working with non-profit organizations, planning family and school reunions, organizing family and work events, as well as spending time with her grandchildren. “Grandma Camp” with the grandchildren, was her favorite annual event. They would do crafts, cook, have field trips and just spend time together. Being blessed with two successful marriages and extended family that surrounded her with love, Kathryn had the opportunity to share her joyous, giving spirit with so many! Each day we think of Kathryn and miss her dearly. / Written by: Kara (McKay) Folkins and Kyle McKay – Daughter and Son of Kathryn Danner.
James Trever Dunham
“Jim” / James Trever Dunham / Nov. 25, 1973 – Feb.14, 2012 / My son HATED to have his picture taken. In 38 years 99.9% of his pictures were of his hand in front of his face or the back of his head. My daughter in law took this picture of him the Christmas before he passed. I will treasure it forever. Jim’s 11 and 15 year old sons asked for their dad to be a donor. They said, “Dad always helped everyone in life and he could still help people if he were a donor.” Thank Yahweh for children and grandchildren! / His mom, Rita Dunham
Keith Lane Foltz
Keith Foltz / September 16, 1949 to December 5, 2012 / Keith was such a private person. But for the few of us that Keith let into his life, we are truly blessed. We knew he was a caring person with a great ability to love deeply. So we should have known even when Keith died unexpectedly he had already thought of everyone else’s well-being. That is why when LifeShare called Lou Ann, his best friend and partner of 38 years, for a LifeShare donation request, there was no other answer but the one Keith wanted…and that was “yes”.
Joshua Shane Hart
In Loving Memory of Joshua Shane Hart / Just as Josh’s quilt square shows, he was a husband, a father, a son, grandson, brother, and friend. What it doesn’t show you, is how flawlessly he filled those roles, or how much he was loved in them. Josh was so much more than his titles. Josh was an avid sports fan. He loved all things related to Oklahoma State University, including the color orange. In addition he was a fan of the Oklahoma City Thunder and the St. Louis Cardinals. In addition to spending time with his family, he enjoyed golf. He said that any day he got to golf was a good day. (Regardless of how well he played.) The dates shown, tell you we lost him far too soon. They fail to show you how he lived during his time. They don’t show you how much he loved his family and getting everyone together. They don’t show you how much he loved his daughter. They don’t show what a loyal friend he was. They can’t tell you how big his heart was. Through this quilt, you can’t see him walk into a room, but you can see him wearing a baseball hat, something he rarely left the house without. You can’t hear his infectious laugh, but you can see a smile that was almost permanently affixed to his face. You can’t see how much he was loved. You can’t see how much he meant to all of us. You can’t see how much he still means to us. So what I hope you do see is a selfless man, who in the end gave to others, and a family that supported his decision to do so. While we miss Josh so much, we count ourselves lucky to have had him. He is and always will be in our hearts. / Lindsay Hart, Donor Wife / A special thanks to Lori Benge, who took what I wanted this square to be and made it real. I could not have made this tribute more beautiful.
Monte Wayne Lawson
Elvin Long / July 14, 1955 – February 6, 2012 / We chose a heart because Elvin had a true servant’s heart. He was always doing something for others no matter what it was. Everyone could always count on Elvin because he was very dependable. The best way he knew how to express love was by doing something for someone else. We love you, Elvin. You are greatly missed. / Diana and Sarah ///// - Proverbs 3:5-6 - “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”
Eric Ross Martin
This quilt block is to commemorate my beloved son, Eric Ross Martin. His gifting and desire was to train dogs. His preference was Dutch shepherds, but he never met a dog he couldn’t train and any he didn’t come to love. He owned and operated Territorial K-9 Academy in Cushing, Okla., and was certified in Obedience and Personal Protection. He was so patient with his clients and gentle as well. He could make them do anything he wanted. Every dog he trained respected him and would perform whatever he commanded them to do. It was such a blessing to watch him. He had a favorite named Joker who won many honors in competitions for Eric. Joker was always with Eric and was his pride and joy. He could be as gentle as a lamb but given the command, he would be as fierce as a lion. He was a fan of Oklahoma State University and enjoyed watching football and basketball anytime they were playing. A lot of his training clothes he wore were OSU apparel.
The patch that was made for this quilt, in memory of Jorge Ezra Meyers, born July 25, 1976 and left us on September 8, 2012, is about his hobbies and interest. He had many hobbies during his short life on this earth. All the way back to collecting baseball cards in grade school, sending hundreds of cards to the players to sign them and return them. He was still interested in some of the things he started early in life. He and his brother, Billy, shared so many of the hobbies and interest together. If one got interested in it the other one was right behind. Model Rocketry, such a fun hobby! Jorge and Billy would build the rockets and then we would launch them off. Some of them were very exciting and some we never found where they came down. There was a rocket with a camera, Jorge had launched sever times, and then when almost all of the pictures on the camera were taken, we launched the rocket and have never found that one. Astronomy, I remember several cold winter nights staying up to see some planet that you can only see at certain times of the year and certain times of the early morning with the telescopes. He always enjoyed the night sky, gazing at stars and planets, constellations and nebulas and learning a lot about them. Amateur Radio, Jorge got his license for his ham radio when he was 15 years old; he encouraged me to take the tests and get mine also, so I did. He was always encouraging someone to get their license to get them interested, such as, his brother and several co –workers throughout the years. His call sign was N5VYN. He was always going to contest and had talked to people all around the world. Coin Collecting, Numismatist, he was very much into coin collecting and looking for older coinage, gold and silver. I remember the time, on our lunch hour, we had gone into a pawn shop to check out the coins they had, if any…Jorge found a few coins that day and purchased a nickel for $2.00, which I thought was a little expensive and he wasn’t quite sure if he should spend that much on a nickel. He sent the nickel to have it graded and it was worth $800.00. He enjoyed playing with the stock market and was just beginning to learn more about investments. Fourth of July was one of his favorite holidays. He was always the one charge of getting them all set up and light them and get out of the way. Belly helped him when he got old enough, but the cousins all came to Jorge and Billy’s for the 4th!!! Beer Making was recent hobby that Jorge had gotten interested in and was just starting to get all his supplies and equipment all together, but he did make a few batches after he had gotten his license. He was active in getting the Stillwater Brew Club started a few years ago. Gardening, playing in the woods, riding the four wheeler and all kinds of outdoor things were things that made Jorge happy. Everyone always said that he had such a sweet smile and a smile in his eyes that sparkled. / Our thoughts are with you each and every day. We love and miss you so much, words can never describe. / GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN----OUR BELOVED SON, BROTHER AND FRIEND----WE LOVE AND MISS YOU!
Mason Michael Morrow
My beautiful son was born April 8th, 1992. Mason weighed 6 lbs. 3 oz. and was the most beautiful baby I’ve ever laid eyes on before or since, and I’ve seen pictures, I was pretty cute. He came out with his big eyes wide open and his little fists up. Everyone in the room laughed. Mason was the best baby. The only time he would cry was when it was time to eat. I was all over it during the day. I would start getting his bottle ready then listen for him to start scratching around. I would always say “tiger paws is ready to eat”, then I’d go get him, bottle in hand. He didn’t get a chance to cry because all I had to do was be ready every 2 hours on the dot. Easy schmeasy. When he could pull himself up he would get on his activity toy, hold onto the steering wheel, stand on the seat and stick one leg out like a little dare devil. So cute! When he did start walking, he never got into anything. He was such an easy child. Mason grew into such a handsome but extremely modest man. He enjoyed spending time with his friends and family. He liked writing rap songs, drawing and spending time with his dogs and cats. The only animal I ever heard him say he didn’t like was opossums. He was so funny! We would laugh so much. We played well off of each other. I was very blessed to have him for the 20 years I did, but I will miss and grieve for him for the rest of my life until we are reunited. I am glad he was able to save so many lives and touch the lives of their loved ones through organ donation. Oh yeah, and was a huge fan of Batman, the Joker and Harley Quinn! His favorite color was purple. / I would be remiss if I didn’t warn of the dangers of “Potpourri”. It has several names such as K2, Scooby Snacks, just to name a couple. Just because it can be bought at some convenience stores and some smoke shops does not mean it’s safe. In fact, it is very addictive and very dangerous. I would like to include the phone # for THE SUICIDE HOTLINE. 1-800-273-8255
Dave J. Pruitt
Dave J. Pruitt, born November 22, 1949, died March 7, 2012. He was 62 years old. Dave was a giver. He gave freely of his time to anyone who needed it. His last act on earth was helping our oldest son and his wife to buy a house. He had a great sense of humor, and he made me laugh every day. These patches represent the four main parts of his life. Family man: He was the son of Forest and Helen. He took care of his Dad the last 6 months of his life. Then he watched over his Mom and took care of her the last year and half of her life. Husband and Best Friend to Ruthray: We were married for over 42 years. I was looking forward to growing older together. I have a lot of disappointment ahead of me, because he’s not here. We had talked about what we would do when we could retire. He wanted to retire on a lake and become a fishing guide. I didn’t care where we lived, as long as it was together. Dad to Justin and Jeremy: He was an involved Dad. When Justin and Jeremy were Boy Scouts, Dave volunteered in many capacities. Troop 20 is a camping troop. They went camping one weekend a month no matter what the weather was. Dave started out as the chaplain, and then the cook for the adults. He became an excellent cook, and one of the moms told him she was tired of hearing about his gourmet meals each campout. He just smiled, and the next time cooked something better. The boys are both excellent cooks, too. Dave was Scoutmaster and helped over 20 boys get their Eagle Scout, including his sons. Bonus Dad: To Amy, our daughter-in-law. They connected the first time they met, and we knew Amy was special because of how happy Justin was. Papa to Addison and Gunnar: Our granddaughter, Addison and Dave were connected at the soul. She loved her Papa, and he was nuts about her. She was only 22 months old when he died. I can still see her waving and throwing a kiss to him at the viewing. Gunnar was born nine months after Dave died, but he favors his Papa, so we feel like Dave is still with us. Coach: Before the boys were Scouts, they played in Little League baseball and football. Dave coached both of the boys in both sports for many years, and he loved it. Carpenter: Dave was a “jack of all trades”, and the master of all of them. He was a homebuilder in the 70s and 80s, until Reaganomics destroyed the homebuilding industry. He settled into remodel work after that, and loved the carpentry part of it the most. He built many beautiful kitchen cabinets and pieces of furniture. He built the changing table and chest of drawers to match the crib for his grandchildren. Jeremy helped Dave a lot in the remodel business, and has inherited the love of taking wood and making it into something beautiful. I’m glad that he is using Dave’s tools to continue the tradition. / The yellow signifies Dave’s sunny disposition. The Kelly green is the color of the neckerchiefs that the Scouts wore with their uniforms. The purple and gold were the baseball and football uniform colors. The tan, of course, signifies the any pieces of wood that Dave measured, sawed, nailed, sanded, stained, and lacquered. The black represents those he left behind. We miss him every day. *** MY DAD by son, Jeremy/ My Dad taught me to cast a line to catch a fish/My Dad taught me to shoot a rifle to defend and feed myself/My Dad taught me to strike a match to light a fire/My Dad taught me to swing an axe to heat my house/My Dad taught me to build a fire to protect myself/My Dad taught me to cook that I could eat well and feed others/ My Dad taught me to tie a knot to pitch a tent/ My Dad taught me orienteering that I may never be lost/My Dad taught me to swing a hammer to drive a nail/My Dad taught me to pour concrete to build a foundation/My Dad taught me to turn a wrench to fix my machines/My Dad taught me to use my mind to solve my problems/my Dad taught me to block a defender to score a touchdown/My Dad taught me to never quit to help my teammates/My Dad taught me to love my country to be a patriot/My Dad taught me to do my taxes to pay my part/My dad taught me to laugh to find the brighter side/My Dad taught me patience to have for others/My Dad taught me to have respect for others that I may receive in kind/My Dad taught me to love others that I may love myself/My Dad taught me to be a good man to be an example to others/My Dad taught me to love my heavenly Father that I may have a soul/my Dad taught me to have loving kindness in my heart for all mankind/My Dad taught me Life
Nathaniel Wayne Campbell Ransom
John Perry Scott / Down Memory Lane/ This is a story of Roy and Linda Scott and their three boys from Broken Bow in McCurtain County locate in the southeast corner of Oklahoma. We were married in 1971, a few months out of high school. Then blessed with three sons: 1975-Perry, 1977-Stanley, 1979-Brian. They were two years apart but three years in school. We lived in the country with all the usual animals: dogs, cattle and horses. They were usual boys – rough and rowdy. Typical brothers, fought like cats and dogs. This is a tribute to our first born son, John Perry Scott, known to all as Perry. To talk about one, I must include all, the whole family. We have always been a very close family, believed in keeping our boys active and everything was done as a family, still today with grandkids. Roy had to work long and hard hours so the boys could afford all their activities, first lesson of life. Second lesson, responsibility of feeding their animals. The loved to ride their horses and guess who had to saddle up, Mom. Once school started, they did youth baseball in the spring and football in the fall. They really loved football; they got by with rough hitting. But the ove of horses finally won out. They started with play days – running barrels and poles, practicing in the pasture. When Perry was eight years old, he and his dad thought – they would try team roping at a local friend’s arena. They were hooked! This was the start of upgrading horses and saddles. We were always jumping in our single cab pickup, all five of us, going to an arena to practice loaded down with four horses. Finally in 1984, we built our own arena and ordered an apple red 1985 Chev 1-ton, crew cab dually pickup, the first in the county. There was a group of our friends loaded up our kids and horses, hit the road to the pee-wee and two high school rodeo circuit – 4 states and OYRA. In 1985 we started our first jackpot roping at Scott Arena every Friday night and practice on Wednesday. A friend stitched us a team roper logo – header and heeler roping a steer. We had caps, tee shirts and jackets made in bright red, like our pickup with the white logo. Perry was always an achiever; believed in practice, wanting to get better. Perry started out a header and partner with a friend as heeler. Stanley started out on a roping dummy for two years before he ever jumped on a horse and started heading. The kids would have jackpot dummy roping and could do all these fancy rope tricks. Brian got stuck with the leftover horses doing barrels and poles but never picked up a rope, too busy playing with the kids. Ti was hard to keep a schedule with three boys with three age brackets doing sports, playdays, roping, rodeo and our arena. Our weeks, months and years were booked full especially with memories. Once Perry and Stanley started roping as a team and roping either end, they fought who would head and heel. Being a brother’s team and always practicing together was an ideal situation. But very seldom did they win together. Finally in 1993, USTR started up and the boys won two #5 saddle roping in Texas-Cowtown and Arkansas-WestArk. After Perry graduated high school, he started training horses for roping. He had a gentle hand. He could always make a horse look good with his roping ability. Once out of school, Mom and Dad stopped footing the bills. The boy’s roping slowed down, but the love was still there. They talked about reopening the arena but only practiced a few times. Last few years, our oldest grandson, fourteen years old, has started roping and looking good. Tyler is Stanley’s son, but Perry found him a new partner-header. So they went roping. At a rodeo you can only enter twice, but at local arenas you can enter as many times as you can afford. Perry was turned down when he was a kid first starting and that really hurt his feelings. When we started our arena, the boys were told – never turn anyone down. Everyone has to start somewhere, plus they loved to rope. Perry continued this policy so he was always overspending. Third lesson, the whole family operated Scott Arena for fifteen years every Friday and Wednesday night, except deer season and holidays. We gave many of caps, tee shirts, jackets, buckles, horse breast collars, roping bags, saddles and a few horse trailers. The boys won only a few things at our arena, most of their winnings were elsewhere. At least once a month, we would have a hundred ropers from all over – Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas and three hundred teams, roped all night long. We always had many local spectators and I think, every kid in Broken Bow has been to our arena. Perry was a team roper for twenty-nine years. We have met so many new people along this path and most became friends and our second family. We were blessed with their present when we lost Perry on 5-23-12. His funeral was done cowboy style with his saddle and ropes with pictures and flowers everywhere. His eight pallbearers were high school friends and fellow ropers. We had two speakers, a lifetime family friend and a fellow roper. It was a beautiful tribute to Perry’s life, our family and all the good times at Scott Arena./ Saddle up, my friend, let’s ride./ Love Forever, Mom, Dad, and your brothers
Katherine Mary Thompson
One day Cathy saw me drawing crosses and said “You like drawing them”. I found among her belongings several crosses that I did not know she had. I also chose red – she looked good in that color and she liked to draw. / Brenda E. Thompson / P.S. Cathy loved animals . She was an assistant to a veterinarian, and she would say the animals love you unconditionally.
Katherine Mary Thompson
Madison McKenzie Vandever
Madison McKenzie Vandever / September 17, 1996 – January 27, 2012 / There is probably not enough paper or ink to fully describe what an amazing girl Madison was. Madison passed away January 27, 2012 after being critically injured in an auto accident. Madi was 15 years old. She enjoyed cheerleading, playing tennis, school activities of all kinds and hanging out with her family and friends. Madi was beautiful both inside and out. She loved making people laugh and had an infectious smile. She loved people and rarely met a stranger. Madison loved music. If she was awake, she had the radio on. Madison was very bright and maintained a 4.0 grade point average. She was member of the National Honor Society. She had set high goals for herself and loved to dream of the future. / We chose to use pictures of Madison as the focal point for her memorial quilt square. We then placed pieces of her favorite cheerleading bow and one of her favorite t-shirts to create the border. Madison loved turtles, so as you can see, a small turtle was added to the center picture. The writing behind her is from an entry in her journal. Madison was very spiritual. She read her bible and spoke openly about her faith. Because of a prior family tragedy, she and I had had a conversation about organ donation. She made it clear that should anything ever happen to her that she would want to donate her organs. I am completely heart broke after losing Madi. Our entire family misses her very much. It is hard to explain how much comfort it gives us to know that the gifts she gave have impacted the lives of others. We pray each recipient is able to lead a stronger, healthier and happier life.
Brian Eric Wells / September 25, 1985 - April 25, 2012 / It can never be said that Brian did not live life to the fullest. His familiar smile was often seen when his nieces and nephew were around for they called him “Bubba”. His many past times included flying radio controlled airplanes, skateboarding, bull riding, skydiving, cliff jumping, horseback riding, motorcycling, and enjoying a drink with good friends. He joined the Army as a Cavalry Scout where he served in Afghanistan and upon his return he began searching for the things that defined him. Most important was his re-devotion to the Lord. It was during this time that he met the love of his life Cassie and her daughter Nathalya. Through their love and commitment they learned just before his passing that they would be expecting a new joy in their lives, a baby girl they named Sahara Destiny, whom Brian never met on this earth but most certainly cherished.
Diana Ann Westphal
The design I chose for my mom is a kokopelli design. My mom loved the image of the shadowed Indian man dancing while holding a flute. Ever since I was little, I remember my mom having all kinds of kokopelli knick knacks. She loved them so much. She even had a giant cast iron one in our front yard. When I was about seven or eight, I was with my older sister at Frontier City. We were in the gift shop and we saw a kokopelli necklace. We both put our money together and bought it for her. Even though it was a cheap, gaudy necklace, she wore it with pride. I am her youngest daughter out of four. Jessica is 30, Windy is 20, Erica is 18, and I am 15. I lost her when I was only 14 years old. It was exactly one month after my birthday – the day she died. I made this patch in honor of the memory I have of my momma, Diana Ann Westphal. With all my love, your daughter - Monica
Terri Sue Whittle
Terri Whittle was my baby sister, the youngest of five siblings. She married and had her first child, a son, very young and several years later a daughter followed. Terri was a loving mother who took an active interest in caring for her children. After obtaining her GED, she began taking college classes and was on the way of getting a degree, most likely in some sort of child care field, because she enjoyed her own children and understood children need guidance to thrive. Terri never required attention. She always had a smile on her face and enjoyed life, but she didn’t have to be the center of attention. She was strong and modest, happy and caring. Being the last child, she was very close to our mother and she and her young family lived with our mother so Terri could be her caregiver. So at 31, Terri was caring for a husband, a 13 year old son and a 6 year old daughter with autism, while also caring for a 72 year old mother who had a stroke. Terri did not complain. She loved them all. We are proud that Terri went back and got her GED and started college. I remember one assignment was an essay she was struggling to write. We talked about the possible topics and experiences she could write about. It wasn’t until after Terri’s death that I found the final essay she had written. It is the perfect example of a life well lived. I share it now as a true picture of who Terri was in her own words written the semester prior to her passing: /Terri Whittle, Introduction to Human Services, Spring, 2012/ /All about a Good Deed/ When I received this assignment, I was thinking how hard could this actually be? All I kept thinking was, I just have to do a good deed and then write about it? Simple. Well, it turned out to be a little harder than I originally expected! I have actually always enjoyed doing what I consider small good deeds any time an opportunity presents itself. It was the writing part about it that was hard for me. This made me feel like I was somehow bragging about it, even though I know that was in no way the intention of writing this paper. I was unable to make it to help out at the mission unfortunately, due to problems in my family, so I kept thinking of ways to perform an act of kindness. Even before I was an adult I have bought food and other things for various people when it was needed. Such as homeless hitchhikers that can often be found at the McDonald’s in my town. I wanted to write about something different though. I wanted to do something more. One late Friday afternoon I received a call from my husband, who works at a local mechanic shop, asking if I could survive the weekend without my truck. He started explaining that a soldier on his way home to California had stopped in with brake problems. It turned out to be his brake line, but the parts to fix it wouldn’t be available until Monday morning. It just so happened that two weeks before this I had to replace my own brake line and his truck was the same make and model of mine. So they took mine off and were able to get his fixed so he could continue on his way. I wasn’t able to meet this man, and I would have done the same for any person I think, but the fact that he was a soldier just trying to get home made me more than happy to help him. At the time, I wasn’t even thinking about this assignment. Afterward, though, I knew I finally had found what I wanted to write about. As I started writing about it, I realized I also had to describe how doing this made me feel. This quickly became the difficult part for me. I am not sure I really felt very much about this situation, though. I guess it made me feel good about myself and a little proud even if I really think about it. Being able to make someone else happy for even a moment has always made me happy. I don’t think the purpose of a good deed should ever be about how it makes us feel. I believe it is about making the receiver feel good. For as long as I can remember I have tried to treat others how I would want to be treated if I were in their shoes and have tried, hopefully successfully, to instill this concept in both of my children. I am a firm believer in Karma, and actually have a tattoo of a symbol for it. Now to some, this might sound like I do good things in hopes of being rewarded or to keep bad things from happening to me. To me, though, I feel that by trying to live my life by these standards, and really putting a concentrated effort into, it is rewarding in itself. I believe at the end of the day, and hopefully at the end of my life, this will leave me with a feeling of content and a sense of fulfillment in my life.
Jonathan Wade Virden