OBITUARY:
Murphy Foster Hudson, Jr., of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2000 at Manor Care in Overland Park, Kansas. Funeral services were held Nov. 17, 2000, at Country Club Methodist Church, 57th @ Wornall Rd. Burial followed at Mount Moriah Cemetery. Visitation was held Nov. 16, from 6pm to 8pm at Mount Moriah and Freeman Chapel, I-435 @ Holmes Rd. Preceded in death by his sister, Mrs. Jane Todd of Newton, Texas, he is survived by his wife of 55 years Mrs Verna Marie Hudson, two daughters, and 5 grandchildren. Survived also by 2 sisters, Mrs. Betty Baker of Dallas, and Mrs. Joy Williams of Albuquerque, and several nieces and nephews.
In lieu of flowers, memorials were accepted to Children's Center For Visually Impaired or Country Club Methodist Church. Arrangements were handled by: Mount Moriah & Freeman Chapel.
BIO: by Karla Todd Sherer:
Murphy was known to our family as "Bubba". When you're from the South you have to have an "Uncle Bubba" - it's the rule. He was the most unlikely "Bubba" there ever was. A highly intelligent, reserved man who was humble and diligent. He did enjoy teasing the girls in the family though and did this mercilessly his lifelong to his sisters who adored him, along with his daughters and nieces. Murphy was the oldest child in a family with 4 children.
Murphy attended University of Oklahoma before enlisting in the Air Force. In 1945, he was stationed at Scott Field and met the love of his life. He married Verna Marie Stock from Bellville, St. Clair Co., Illinois, and they raised two daughters much of the time while living on foreign soil. With his career in the U.S. Air Force, they lived in many places around the world, retiring in Kansas City, Missouri.
The son and firstborn child of Murphy Foster Sr, and Lura Jane Bryant Hudson, Murphy Jr. was born Sept. 7, 1916, in Idabel, McCurtain Co., Oklahoma. He was a veteran of WWII and Korea, serving in the US Air Force as a Communications Specialist. A recipient of the Bronze Star in WWII, he retired as a Lt. Colonel after 21 years of service. He continued his career with Air Force Communications Service for an additional 18 years in a civilian position.
never forgotten.....
For Murphy and all VETS:
NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
©Copyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret).
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Murphy Foster Hudson, Jr., of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2000 at Manor Care in Overland Park, Kansas. Funeral services were held Nov. 17, 2000, at Country Club Methodist Church, 57th @ Wornall Rd. Burial followed at Mount Moriah Cemetery. Visitation was held Nov. 16, from 6pm to 8pm at Mount Moriah and Freeman Chapel, I-435 @ Holmes Rd. Preceded in death by his sister, Mrs. Jane Todd of Newton, Texas, he is survived by his wife of 55 years Mrs Verna Marie Hudson, two daughters, and 5 grandchildren. Survived also by 2 sisters, Mrs. Betty Baker of Dallas, and Mrs. Joy Williams of Albuquerque, and several nieces and nephews.
In lieu of flowers, memorials were accepted to Children's Center For Visually Impaired or Country Club Methodist Church. Arrangements were handled by: Mount Moriah & Freeman Chapel.
BIO: by Karla Todd Sherer:
Murphy was known to our family as "Bubba". When you're from the South you have to have an "Uncle Bubba" - it's the rule. He was the most unlikely "Bubba" there ever was. A highly intelligent, reserved man who was humble and diligent. He did enjoy teasing the girls in the family though and did this mercilessly his lifelong to his sisters who adored him, along with his daughters and nieces. Murphy was the oldest child in a family with 4 children.
Murphy attended University of Oklahoma before enlisting in the Air Force. In 1945, he was stationed at Scott Field and met the love of his life. He married Verna Marie Stock from Bellville, St. Clair Co., Illinois, and they raised two daughters much of the time while living on foreign soil. With his career in the U.S. Air Force, they lived in many places around the world, retiring in Kansas City, Missouri.
The son and firstborn child of Murphy Foster Sr, and Lura Jane Bryant Hudson, Murphy Jr. was born Sept. 7, 1916, in Idabel, McCurtain Co., Oklahoma. He was a veteran of WWII and Korea, serving in the US Air Force as a Communications Specialist. A recipient of the Bronze Star in WWII, he retired as a Lt. Colonel after 21 years of service. He continued his career with Air Force Communications Service for an additional 18 years in a civilian position.
never forgotten.....
For Murphy and all VETS:
NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
©Copyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret).
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
OBITUARY:
Murphy Foster Hudson, Jr., of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2000 at Manor Care in Overland Park, Kansas. Funeral services were held Nov. 17, 2000, at Country Club Methodist Church, 57th @ Wornall Rd. Burial followed at Mount Moriah Cemetery. Visitation was held Nov. 16, from 6pm to 8pm at Mount Moriah and Freeman Chapel, I-435 @ Holmes Rd. Preceded in death by his sister, Mrs. Jane Todd of Newton, Texas, he is survived by his wife of 55 years Mrs Verna Marie Hudson, two daughters, and 5 grandchildren. Survived also by 2 sisters, Mrs. Betty Baker of Dallas, and Mrs. Joy Williams of Albuquerque, and several nieces and nephews.
In lieu of flowers, memorials were accepted to Children's Center For Visually Impaired or Country Club Methodist Church. Arrangements were handled by: Mount Moriah & Freeman Chapel.
BIO: by Karla Todd Sherer:
Murphy was known to our family as "Bubba". When you're from the South you have to have an "Uncle Bubba" - it's the rule. He was the most unlikely "Bubba" there ever was. A highly intelligent, reserved man who was humble and diligent. He did enjoy teasing the girls in the family though and did this mercilessly his lifelong to his sisters who adored him, along with his daughters and nieces. Murphy was the oldest child in a family with 4 children.
Murphy attended University of Oklahoma before enlisting in the Air Force. In 1945, he was stationed at Scott Field and met the love of his life. He married Verna Marie Stock from Bellville, St. Clair Co., Illinois, and they raised two daughters much of the time while living on foreign soil. With his career in the U.S. Air Force, they lived in many places around the world, retiring in Kansas City, Missouri.
The son and firstborn child of Murphy Foster Sr, and Lura Jane Bryant Hudson, Murphy Jr. was born Sept. 7, 1916, in Idabel, McCurtain Co., Oklahoma. He was a veteran of WWII and Korea, serving in the US Air Force as a Communications Specialist. A recipient of the Bronze Star in WWII, he retired as a Lt. Colonel after 21 years of service. He continued his career with Air Force Communications Service for an additional 18 years in a civilian position.
never forgotten.....
For Murphy and all VETS:
NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
©Copyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret).
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Murphy Foster Hudson, Jr., of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2000 at Manor Care in Overland Park, Kansas. Funeral services were held Nov. 17, 2000, at Country Club Methodist Church, 57th @ Wornall Rd. Burial followed at Mount Moriah Cemetery. Visitation was held Nov. 16, from 6pm to 8pm at Mount Moriah and Freeman Chapel, I-435 @ Holmes Rd. Preceded in death by his sister, Mrs. Jane Todd of Newton, Texas, he is survived by his wife of 55 years Mrs Verna Marie Hudson, two daughters, and 5 grandchildren. Survived also by 2 sisters, Mrs. Betty Baker of Dallas, and Mrs. Joy Williams of Albuquerque, and several nieces and nephews.
In lieu of flowers, memorials were accepted to Children's Center For Visually Impaired or Country Club Methodist Church. Arrangements were handled by: Mount Moriah & Freeman Chapel.
BIO: by Karla Todd Sherer:
Murphy was known to our family as "Bubba". When you're from the South you have to have an "Uncle Bubba" - it's the rule. He was the most unlikely "Bubba" there ever was. A highly intelligent, reserved man who was humble and diligent. He did enjoy teasing the girls in the family though and did this mercilessly his lifelong to his sisters who adored him, along with his daughters and nieces. Murphy was the oldest child in a family with 4 children.
Murphy attended University of Oklahoma before enlisting in the Air Force. In 1945, he was stationed at Scott Field and met the love of his life. He married Verna Marie Stock from Bellville, St. Clair Co., Illinois, and they raised two daughters much of the time while living on foreign soil. With his career in the U.S. Air Force, they lived in many places around the world, retiring in Kansas City, Missouri.
The son and firstborn child of Murphy Foster Sr, and Lura Jane Bryant Hudson, Murphy Jr. was born Sept. 7, 1916, in Idabel, McCurtain Co., Oklahoma. He was a veteran of WWII and Korea, serving in the US Air Force as a Communications Specialist. A recipient of the Bronze Star in WWII, he retired as a Lt. Colonel after 21 years of service. He continued his career with Air Force Communications Service for an additional 18 years in a civilian position.
never forgotten.....
For Murphy and all VETS:
NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
©Copyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret).
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
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