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Dave Dunson (1/11/1923 – 2/7/2015) & Roberta Marie Dunson (11/17/1932- 4/26/2019)
Written by Ms. Elsie Hall Dunson, their daughter.
“Mama worked at odd jobs and raised us kids. She worked at a lot of jobs. She was a good cook, she made biscuits and red eye gravy and fried chicken every Sunday morning for our dinner. She loved us kids and raised a lot of kids that weren’t hers. My daddy, Dave, worked as a surveyor for the state highway department. His hobbies were gardening and fishing. His and Mama’s favorite song was “Waltz Across Texas” by Ernest Tubbs. They never met a stranger. They owned a café in Natchez. If you were hungry they fed you whether you had money or not. They wouldn’t let anyone leave hungry.”
“Mama worked at odd jobs and raised us kids. She worked at a lot of jobs. She was a good cook, she made biscuits and red eye gravy and fried chicken every Sunday morning for our dinner. She loved us kids and raised a lot of kids that weren’t hers. My daddy, Dave, worked as a surveyor for the state highway department. His hobbies were gardening and fishing. His and Mama’s favorite song was “Waltz Across Texas” by Ernest Tubbs. They never met a stranger. They owned a café in Natchez. If you were hungry they fed you whether you had money or not. They wouldn’t let anyone leave hungry.”
Sharon K. Blake
My mom has been in Heaven for 17 years now. She was an occupational therapist and was part of a head start program for kids. She loved kids so much but never got to meet any of her own grandchildren. She was always teaching kids at church and was always finding ways to make things entertaining and interesting for the students. She had a memorable laugh, a one of a kind personality and always put God first. She was loving but also stood for what was right. Oh how we wish she were here to love her own babies!
-Robin and Merissa Blake
-Robin and Merissa Blake
A. P. Waggonner
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In honor of my grandfather, A. P. Waggonner, who died 4/22/77 and was buried at Greenlawn. He was a very funny and kind man, who adopted my mother in his later years (age 47 when she was born) and raised her almost like a grandfather would, to be VERY spoiled rotten. She and he were very close. He was a sign painter with that old writing style of script that was absolutely beautiful - one of the main things I remember still was his beautiful handwriting - isn't that strange! He was a DAPPER gentleman, in a suit and hat, and a walking stick. From St. Louis, MO, and a merchant marine in his early years. He was a wonderful man.
-Joyce Deer
-Joyce Deer
Byford L. Beasley
I lost my grandfather in June of 2017. Before that summer I hadn’t thought much about the ceremony of death or how much that day stays with the people you leave behind. I had been to funerals before when I was younger, but I had always hung back. It was never anyone that was this close to me, never anyone I had known my whole life. Seeing all my family, all of his friends and our family friends come together in the pavilion and talk about his life, and the impact he made on them, it changed the way that I see funerals. All of us, young and old, gathering around to sign his vault was such a touching experience and a way for some that didn't get the chance to say goodbye. The process of the pallbearers bringing him to his final resting place and everyone working together to cover him with that dirt, as painful as it was, was such a necessary process, and something beautiful in its own way, something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. That evening after his funeral, the sun was setting and we were sitting on the porch when the sun’s rays cast light just on the clearing where the fresh dirt laid over him and the beautiful wreath of roses above his grave sat, I felt him smiling down. It gives me peace to know that whenever I want to go visit, I know exactly where to find him.
- Jessica Murray
- Jessica Murray
Juanita Beasley
My grandmother was a special woman, I would say a Proverbs 31 Woman. She worked hard, played often and loved a lot! She really liked playing games, Old Maid, scrabble, spoons, and hand and foot. She loved the Lord and served Him daily. Her love and knowledge of flowers have been shared with many people over the years. My favorite memory with her is her making mud furniture and mud people with me.
- Page Brown
- Page Brown
Christopher Dale Angles
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Christopher Dale Angles
The Man, The Myth, The Legend
3/11/1975 – 3/18/2022
Written By: Jessica Henry Fiance’
To know Dale was to love Dale. I have never known anyone who was more full of life. He overcame so much in his life and it made him the man he was for the short 47 years he was here with us. As a proud Marine, he was a bull of a man with an old soul but was also sensitive and loved to make people laugh. I heard someone describe him one time as a shining star to people that were lost in the dark.
Dale worked in the oilfield for almost 30 years and loved every minute of it. The guys he worked with over the years were some of his closest friends. He often called it a brotherhood and said unless you were a part of it, you just wouldn’t understand.
Dale loved many things in life but his son and grandson were the most important. He has one son, Chris, and one grandson, Elliot. He loved his son more than anything and was always so proud of him and his wife. He lived his life every day to make Chris proud of him. His first grandson was born premature 16 days before Dale passed. He never got to see him in person but spent many hours in those 16 days looking at pictures and asking God to watch over Elliot and to heal him. Dale loved God very much and spent a lot of time talking to him. He was so excited to teach Elliot about the Bible one day.
Dale also adored his friends and there were a lot of them. He had friends from all walks of life. He was always himself no matter where he was or who he was around. That made people fall in love with him. He was one of the greatest friends to people that I’ve ever seen. I had someone tell me one time that Dale got his heart broke a lot because he expected people to be as good a friend to him as he was to them. To find a friend like Dale was rare. He made friends with people fast because he never met a stranger. People could see he had a good heart and an old soul and they would flock to him.
Dale loved helping people. He would be the first one there to help if you needed something. He loved the Dallas Cowboys (cowgirls) through the good the bad and the ugly. He loved all music. He would listen to a little bit of everything. He always said music was medicine for the soul. He loved tinkering on everything. It amazed him to take something apart to see how it worked and put it back together. He could fix anything. Give that man some super glue, zip ties and spray paint and it would be good as new. He loved taking long Sunday rides. It was our time to shut the phones off and ignore the world for a few hours. That man loved motorcycles. It didn’t matter what kind, what year or what shape it was in. Of course a Harley Davidson was his favorite. Riding motorcycles with his finace’, his son and daughter in law were some of his favorite times.
Dale loved his family. His nieces and nephews adored him. Uncle Dale will always be their favorite. He was the cool and fun uncle but was also their protector. He had one brother, Willie, who he was raised with. Their bond was one that is hard to describe. Dale loved his big brother and always wanted to know that Willie was proud of him. He would light up whenever his brother was around. He had two younger sisters, Suzi and Jeri, who he did not have the privilege of being raised with. His love for them was the same as if he had. He loved being a big brother and would brag about it to people. He would show people pictures of them and say we look alike don’t we. You should have seen the smile on his face when he would say my little sisters. He wanted to be a protector for them.
Dale loved his momma and Pappy very much. I have listened to the stories of him and his momma dancing in the kitchen. Growing up they would play her records really loud on the weekends and sing and dance. Those were some of the best memories from his childhood. Pappy came into Dale’s life over 20 years ago. He absolutely adored Pappy. He always said Pappy showed him how to be a good man and a great father. Pappy brought a peace to Dale’s life that he needed for so long.
Dale would have been getting married in 3 months when he passed away to me, his soulmate. I’ve listened to some of his friends tell stories of things he said to them about us and how he felt. One friend said “what you and Dale had is what most people pray for their entire life and never find. Cherish the memories and know he will be waiting for you when its time. He will be there to wrap you in his arms and never let go. For now, know that he is still with you even when you can’t hear him or see him. He whispers to you in the wind, draws you hearts in the clouds and wipes your tears with his kisses. You were and always will be the love of his life.” Another friend said “You were his ride or die, his happily ever after and his security blanket.” Another wrote “Together ya’ll were building something you both had always wanted but never found until you found each other. You gave him unconditional love. You gave him stability and a family life and in return he tried to build you your very own heaven around you. Anything you said you wanted or needed he tried to build it with his own 2 hands. He didn’t want to buy it at the store. It was his way of showing you and the rest of the world that he could take care of you. That he had you.”
Last but certainly not least, Dale always said he just hoped when he was gone that people would remember the good he had done. He said he wanted to leave a good mark. Well he definitely left that. So many people loved and adored Dale. We will miss him dearly every day. His memory and funny stories will live on forever through the people that knew him and heard these stories a million times. No matter how many times you heard them, some how they got funnier each time. That my love, is leaving a good mark. Mission accomplished!
The Man, The Myth, The Legend
3/11/1975 – 3/18/2022
Written By: Jessica Henry Fiance’
To know Dale was to love Dale. I have never known anyone who was more full of life. He overcame so much in his life and it made him the man he was for the short 47 years he was here with us. As a proud Marine, he was a bull of a man with an old soul but was also sensitive and loved to make people laugh. I heard someone describe him one time as a shining star to people that were lost in the dark.
Dale worked in the oilfield for almost 30 years and loved every minute of it. The guys he worked with over the years were some of his closest friends. He often called it a brotherhood and said unless you were a part of it, you just wouldn’t understand.
Dale loved many things in life but his son and grandson were the most important. He has one son, Chris, and one grandson, Elliot. He loved his son more than anything and was always so proud of him and his wife. He lived his life every day to make Chris proud of him. His first grandson was born premature 16 days before Dale passed. He never got to see him in person but spent many hours in those 16 days looking at pictures and asking God to watch over Elliot and to heal him. Dale loved God very much and spent a lot of time talking to him. He was so excited to teach Elliot about the Bible one day.
Dale also adored his friends and there were a lot of them. He had friends from all walks of life. He was always himself no matter where he was or who he was around. That made people fall in love with him. He was one of the greatest friends to people that I’ve ever seen. I had someone tell me one time that Dale got his heart broke a lot because he expected people to be as good a friend to him as he was to them. To find a friend like Dale was rare. He made friends with people fast because he never met a stranger. People could see he had a good heart and an old soul and they would flock to him.
Dale loved helping people. He would be the first one there to help if you needed something. He loved the Dallas Cowboys (cowgirls) through the good the bad and the ugly. He loved all music. He would listen to a little bit of everything. He always said music was medicine for the soul. He loved tinkering on everything. It amazed him to take something apart to see how it worked and put it back together. He could fix anything. Give that man some super glue, zip ties and spray paint and it would be good as new. He loved taking long Sunday rides. It was our time to shut the phones off and ignore the world for a few hours. That man loved motorcycles. It didn’t matter what kind, what year or what shape it was in. Of course a Harley Davidson was his favorite. Riding motorcycles with his finace’, his son and daughter in law were some of his favorite times.
Dale loved his family. His nieces and nephews adored him. Uncle Dale will always be their favorite. He was the cool and fun uncle but was also their protector. He had one brother, Willie, who he was raised with. Their bond was one that is hard to describe. Dale loved his big brother and always wanted to know that Willie was proud of him. He would light up whenever his brother was around. He had two younger sisters, Suzi and Jeri, who he did not have the privilege of being raised with. His love for them was the same as if he had. He loved being a big brother and would brag about it to people. He would show people pictures of them and say we look alike don’t we. You should have seen the smile on his face when he would say my little sisters. He wanted to be a protector for them.
Dale loved his momma and Pappy very much. I have listened to the stories of him and his momma dancing in the kitchen. Growing up they would play her records really loud on the weekends and sing and dance. Those were some of the best memories from his childhood. Pappy came into Dale’s life over 20 years ago. He absolutely adored Pappy. He always said Pappy showed him how to be a good man and a great father. Pappy brought a peace to Dale’s life that he needed for so long.
Dale would have been getting married in 3 months when he passed away to me, his soulmate. I’ve listened to some of his friends tell stories of things he said to them about us and how he felt. One friend said “what you and Dale had is what most people pray for their entire life and never find. Cherish the memories and know he will be waiting for you when its time. He will be there to wrap you in his arms and never let go. For now, know that he is still with you even when you can’t hear him or see him. He whispers to you in the wind, draws you hearts in the clouds and wipes your tears with his kisses. You were and always will be the love of his life.” Another friend said “You were his ride or die, his happily ever after and his security blanket.” Another wrote “Together ya’ll were building something you both had always wanted but never found until you found each other. You gave him unconditional love. You gave him stability and a family life and in return he tried to build you your very own heaven around you. Anything you said you wanted or needed he tried to build it with his own 2 hands. He didn’t want to buy it at the store. It was his way of showing you and the rest of the world that he could take care of you. That he had you.”
Last but certainly not least, Dale always said he just hoped when he was gone that people would remember the good he had done. He said he wanted to leave a good mark. Well he definitely left that. So many people loved and adored Dale. We will miss him dearly every day. His memory and funny stories will live on forever through the people that knew him and heard these stories a million times. No matter how many times you heard them, some how they got funnier each time. That my love, is leaving a good mark. Mission accomplished!