Our beloved father, Gordon H. Webster, passed away on February 6, 2020, at the age of 90. Gordon was predeceased by his loving wife of 70 years, Jean Dix Webster in 2019. They were married on May 14, 1949 in the Gates Presbyterian Church.
He is survived by his 2 sons, Steven M. Webster and James R. (June M.) Webster; his daughter, Karen J. (Thomas J.) Standeven; his grandchildren, James R. (Jeremy) Webster, Jr., Kristina J. (Kenneth) Holmes, Stephanie S. (Ryan) Schultes and Sara E. Standeven; his great-grandchildren, Nikki and Ty Holmes; his brother, Ralph (Sally) Webster; and his brother-in-law and sister-in-law, Robert (Marge) Dix.
Gordon was predeceased by his parents, Claude and Marian H. Webster; brother, Leon Webster.
Gordon was employed by Kodak, and retired after 30+ years. He was a veteran of the Air Force and an avid golfer and fisherman.
Funeral Services will be held privately.
Memorial donations may be made in Gordon’s name to Saint Jude’s Children’s Hospital, 501 Saint Jude Place, Memphis, Tennessee 38105.
Our beloved mother, Jean Dix Webster, age 89, passed away on June 28, 2019 at Unity Hospital after a brief illness.
Jean is survived by her loving husband of 70 years, Gordon H. (Joe) Webster, whom she married on May 14, 1949 in the Gates Presbyterian Church; her 2 sons, Steven M. Webster and James R. (June M.) Webster; her daughter, Karen J. (Thomas J.) Standeven; her grandchildren, James R. (Jeremy) Webster, Jr., Kristina J. (Kenneth) Holmes, Stephanie S. and Sara E. Standeven; and her brother, Robert (Marge) Dix.
She is predeceased by her parents, Franklin G. Dix and Vera Westfall Dix.
Jean was a member of Parma Baptist Church for over 50 years. She worked for the Spencerport School District and on the Election Board for many years.
Funeral Services will be held privately.
Memorial donations may be made in Jean’s name to Saint Jude’s Children’s Hospital 501 Saint Jude Place Memphis, Tennessee 38105.
James A. Williamson
1926 - 2007
James A. Williamson May 20, 1926 - Aug. 6, 2007 James A. Williamson was born on May 20, 1926, in Meadow, Texas and passed away on August 6, 2007, in Bakersfield, California. James was a decorated war veteran serving in the U.S. Army and he had a passion for Jazz music. James is survived by his daughter, Verda and her husband, Doug of Washington; daughter, Patricia of Oregon; daughter, Leandra of Nebraska; daughter, Karen of Bakersfield; daughter, Sherrie of San Diego; son, James of Idaho; brothers, Bob of Arizona, and Jerry of Oregon; sister, Lou of Oregon; 15 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. Graveside services are scheduled for Friday, August 10, 2007, at 1:00 p.m., at Greenlawn Southwest Memorial Park, 2739 Panama Lane. Visitation is scheduled for Thursday, August 9, 2007, from 3:00 - 8:00 p.m. Greenlawn Southwest Mortuary
Published in the Bakersfield Californian on 8/9/2007.
The Oklahoman, Tuesday, March 18, 1980:
Joel Inman, 66, died Monday at Baptist Medical Center. Mr Inman was born and educated in Indianapolis, IN. There he married Alberta Barnes in 1939. He moved to Oklahoma City in 1948.
In 1973 he retired fron National Steel Products Co, having served that comnpany as a sales representative in this city. He was currently employed by Midwest Advertising Co. He was a member of Greystone Presbyterian Church.
Mr Inman is survived by his wife, Alberta; a daughter, Lucia Spencer of Enid; a son, Joel Douglas Inman of Arlington, TX; and five grandchildren.
He was a member of Siloam Masonic Lodge, Scottish Rite and the Shrine. The family suggests that gifts may be made to Greystone Presbyterian Church Memorial Fund.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side say: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.1