Bill Eugene Tate passed away Thursday, May 5, 2011.
Service: 10 a.m. Saturday at Altamesa Church of Christ, 4600 Altamesa Blvd., Fort Worth. Interment: Laurel Land Memorial Park. Visitation: 6 to 8 p.m. Friday at Altamesa Church of Christ.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Foster's Home for Children, P.O. Box 978, Stephenville, Texas 76401.
Bill was born Aug. 11, 1925, in Huckabay and graduated from Huckabay High School. After graduating, Bill served in the U.S. Navy on the aircraft carrier USS Lexington during World War II and then attended John Tarleton College.
He married his wife, Mary Lou Sublett, on their fifth date in 1946, and together they had three children. Bill supported his family by first serving as an apprentice for Plasterers Local 34 and then obtaining various plastering jobs for over 40 years. He did ornamental work out of plaster, including ornamental plaster restoration work on the W.T. Waggoner building in Fort Worth. After he retired, he delivered Meals on Wheels, worked as a mentor at Westcreek Elementary and was a volunteer at Harris Methodist Southwest Hospital for 18 years.
Bill was a member of the Trail Lake Church of Christ and the Altamesa Church of Christ for 50 years. He was an avid gardener and shared his tomatoes with friends and neighbors. Bill was a truly wonderful and caring man who will be greatly missed by all.
He was preceded in death by his mother, Myrtle Tate; four brothers; three sisters; and son-in-law, Doug Brown.
Survivors: Wife of 64 years, Mary Tate; daughters, Jena Daniels and husband, Larry, of Weatherford, and Melissa Brown of Crowley; son, Mahlon Tate and wife, Melanie, of Fort Worth; grandchildren, Scott Daniels of Tucson, Ariz., Merri Kristen Daniels of Weatherford, Ashley Flowers and husband, Michael, of Burleson, Maggie Whitt and husband, Jason, of Hewitt; great-grandchildren, Camille, Everett, Henry and Elijah; brothers, Johnny Tate, Bobby Tate and Jimmy Tate, all of Stephenville; sister, Tommie Ruth Tate of Stephenville; brother-in-law, Pat Sublett and wife, Joann; and many nieces and nephews.
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Service Information
Visitation
May 06, 2011
6:00 PM
to 8:00 PM
Altamesa Church of Christ
4600 Altamesa Blvd.
Fort Worth, TX 76133
(817) 294-1260
Funeral Service
May 07, 2011
10:00 AM
Altamesa Church of Christ
4600 Altamesa Blvd.
Fort Worth, TX 76133
(817) 294-1260
Interment
Saturday May 07 2011
Laurel Land Memorial Park
7100 Crowley Road
Fort Worth, TX 76134
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My Pop was the most beautiful man I ever had the honor of knowing. I always felt like he was my biggest cheerleader. When life knocked me over his big,stong,safe hands were there to pick me up and dust me off. He always spoke life into me. When I was born there were not to many who thought I would survive. My mother shared with me not to long ago Pop was the one who told her about my condition.She
My Pop was the most beautiful man I ever had the honor of knowing. I always felt like he was my biggest cheerleader. When life knocked me over his big,stong,safe hands were there to pick me up and dust me off. He always spoke life into me. When I was born there were not to many who thought I would survive. My mother shared with me not to long ago Pop was the one who told her about my condition.She said he simply said "there's something wrong with her,but she strong" I am now clinging to those words. There is something wrong Pop is missing from our lives,but we are stong and we are going to be okay. There is not a day that does not go by that I don't think of Pop whether it be driving down the road in his van or see a new flower that is coming into bloom or a squash ripening on the vine.I am a stronger better person for having been a part of my Pop's life. It's harvesting time in Heaven- I love you Pop.
-Merri Kris
Please accept my condolences on the loss of Mr. Tate. Thank you for allowing us to be of assistance to you and your family during this difficult and stressful time. If we can be of further assistance to you, please do not hesitate to call us. Kari Wright, Laurel Land Fort Worth
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I am not sure why this is such a compelling memory, but it is one I think about several times a day. In watching my dad struggle with this latest illness, which he fought off until he just couldn't any more, I could see very plainly the "star" scar, right in the middle of his forehead. Touching it as he lay in his hospital bed, I could feel the small "dent", little bigger than the point of a pencil--right where it has been since I was a small child and discovered it. I used to ask him, "Daddy, what happened there?" He would say, "Well, that was where the Indian shot me." Loving old westerns, where there was always a ruckus between the cowboys and the Indians, I imagined him on a wagon train and shooting between the spokes of the wagon as he was besieged by hordes of marauding Indians. It seems silly now that I am approaching old age, but then, the memory of running to ask my mother if it was true is still fresh. She would say, "What did Daddy tell you?" and then, "Well, that's is story", or something like that, knowing full well that my dad suffered a fall and hit a cast iron stove very early in life. I like his account best!
I am not sure why this is such a compelling memory, but it is one I think about several times a day. In watching my dad struggle with this latest illness, which he fought off until he just couldn't any more, I could see very plainly the "star" scar, right in the middle of his forehead. Touching it as he lay in his hospital bed, I could feel the small "dent", little bigger than the point of a pencil--right where it has been since I was a small child and discovered it. I used to ask him, "Daddy, what happened there?" He would say, "Well, that was where the Indian shot me." Loving old westerns, where there was always a ruckus between the cowboys and the Indians, I imagined him on a wagon train and shooting between the spokes of the wagon as he was besieged by hordes of... READ MORE →
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