Bobbie Louise Bruton, 83, of Longview, Texas, passed away on December 12, 2012. There will be a private interment at the mausoleum of Lakeview Memorial Gardens, Longview Texas, Saturday, December 15, followed by a memorial service at 2 p.m., at Calvary Baptist Church, Pine Tree, Texas.
Bobbie was born in Coolidge, Texas, to the late W. D. Howell and Turzie Arminta Mills Howell, and grew up in Manchester, Texas, which sits side by side with the Houston ship channel.
Bobbie married at the tender age of barely 17, to Billy Ray Bruton, age 21, while World War II was still raging. They had known each other a long time by then. The often-repeated tale is that when she was still a young girl she was out flying her kite when he shot it down with his BB gun. With the retelling of the story, each of the main characters would grin and chime in at different points in the telling so that it became a collaborative effort. It was evident that the recounting of it was a loving ritual in which they were really telling it to each other as if to say, "Do you remember, darling, how it was with us in the beginning?", and in which the supposed audience was relegated to collateral spectators. The electricity which sparked between them was still evident into their eighties.
The solid foundation of their enduring relationship was undoubtedly their mutual devotion to our Lord, but the building blocks of the relationship were not as beautiful: things like the sorrow of being unable to carry an unborn child to term; the hardship of trying to live on almost no income while in Bible college; and the disappointment of having to set aside a personal dream for the good of the family. Out of those circumstances rose a great thing: a yearning to strive together as one to improve their situation, and an ability to handle gracefully the worldly success that followed later. And the Father of Lights, from whom every good and perfect gift comes down, supplied all their hopes: through the gift of adoption, children and grandchildren; from hardship to corporate success and more comfortable circumstances, and due to world travel for business, the opportunity to reach far more people for Christ than Billy ever would have by standing in a pulpit.
Bobbie and Billy were so yoked together by mutual love and respect that they were able to accomplish something together. They literally built by hand their own first house. And the love which indwelled there, as well as in all their subsequent houses, made it a home. She was a resident of Longview for 13 years, and after a brief sojourn in Brazil and Florida returned to the Pine Tree area where she lived 38 more years, until her death.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Billy Bruton.
Survivors include her son, Rex Bruton; daughter, Kathy Stauss; eight grandchildren; three great-grandchildren; brother, Jack Howell; sisters, Clarita Hayes and Beth Johnson; other relatives and many friends.
Bobbie was born in Coolidge, Texas, to the late W. D. Howell and Turzie Arminta Mills Howell, and grew up in Manchester, Texas, which sits side by side with the Houston ship channel.
Bobbie married at the tender age of barely 17, to Billy Ray Bruton, age 21, while World War II was still raging. They had known each other a long time by then. The often-repeated tale is that when she was still a young girl she was out flying her kite when he shot it down with his BB gun. With the retelling of the story, each of the main characters would grin and chime in at different points in the telling so that it became a collaborative effort. It was evident that the recounting of it was a loving ritual in which they were really telling it to each other as if to say, "Do you remember, darling, how it was with us in the beginning?", and in which the supposed audience was relegated to collateral spectators. The electricity which sparked between them was still evident into their eighties.
The solid foundation of their enduring relationship was undoubtedly their mutual devotion to our Lord, but the building blocks of the relationship were not as beautiful: things like the sorrow of being unable to carry an unborn child to term; the hardship of trying to live on almost no income while in Bible college; and the disappointment of having to set aside a personal dream for the good of the family. Out of those circumstances rose a great thing: a yearning to strive together as one to improve their situation, and an ability to handle gracefully the worldly success that followed later. And the Father of Lights, from whom every good and perfect gift comes down, supplied all their hopes: through the gift of adoption, children and grandchildren; from hardship to corporate success and more comfortable circumstances, and due to world travel for business, the opportunity to reach far more people for Christ than Billy ever would have by standing in a pulpit.
Bobbie and Billy were so yoked together by mutual love and respect that they were able to accomplish something together. They literally built by hand their own first house. And the love which indwelled there, as well as in all their subsequent houses, made it a home. She was a resident of Longview for 13 years, and after a brief sojourn in Brazil and Florida returned to the Pine Tree area where she lived 38 more years, until her death.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Billy Bruton.
Survivors include her son, Rex Bruton; daughter, Kathy Stauss; eight grandchildren; three great-grandchildren; brother, Jack Howell; sisters, Clarita Hayes and Beth Johnson; other relatives and many friends.
Bobbie Louise Bruton, 83, of Longview, Texas, passed away on December 12, 2012. There will be a private interment at the mausoleum of Lakeview Memorial Gardens, Longview Texas, Saturday, December 15, followed by a memorial service at 2 p.m., at Calvary Baptist Church, Pine Tree, Texas.
Bobbie was born in Coolidge, Texas, to the late W. D. Howell and Turzie Arminta Mills Howell, and grew up in Manchester, Texas, which sits side by side with the Houston ship channel.
Bobbie married at the tender age of barely 17, to Billy Ray Bruton, age 21, while World War II was still raging. They had known each other a long time by then. The often-repeated tale is that when she was still a young girl she was out flying her kite when he shot it down with his BB gun. With the retelling of the story, each of the main characters would grin and chime in at different points in the telling so that it became a collaborative effort. It was evident that the recounting of it was a loving ritual in which they were really telling it to each other as if to say, "Do you remember, darling, how it was with us in the beginning?", and in which the supposed audience was relegated to collateral spectators. The electricity which sparked between them was still evident into their eighties.
The solid foundation of their enduring relationship was undoubtedly their mutual devotion to our Lord, but the building blocks of the relationship were not as beautiful: things like the sorrow of being unable to carry an unborn child to term; the hardship of trying to live on almost no income while in Bible college; and the disappointment of having to set aside a personal dream for the good of the family. Out of those circumstances rose a great thing: a yearning to strive together as one to improve their situation, and an ability to handle gracefully the worldly success that followed later. And the Father of Lights, from whom every good and perfect gift comes down, supplied all their hopes: through the gift of adoption, children and grandchildren; from hardship to corporate success and more comfortable circumstances, and due to world travel for business, the opportunity to reach far more people for Christ than Billy ever would have by standing in a pulpit.
Bobbie and Billy were so yoked together by mutual love and respect that they were able to accomplish something together. They literally built by hand their own first house. And the love which indwelled there, as well as in all their subsequent houses, made it a home. She was a resident of Longview for 13 years, and after a brief sojourn in Brazil and Florida returned to the Pine Tree area where she lived 38 more years, until her death.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Billy Bruton.
Survivors include her son, Rex Bruton; daughter, Kathy Stauss; eight grandchildren; three great-grandchildren; brother, Jack Howell; sisters, Clarita Hayes and Beth Johnson; other relatives and many friends.
Bobbie was born in Coolidge, Texas, to the late W. D. Howell and Turzie Arminta Mills Howell, and grew up in Manchester, Texas, which sits side by side with the Houston ship channel.
Bobbie married at the tender age of barely 17, to Billy Ray Bruton, age 21, while World War II was still raging. They had known each other a long time by then. The often-repeated tale is that when she was still a young girl she was out flying her kite when he shot it down with his BB gun. With the retelling of the story, each of the main characters would grin and chime in at different points in the telling so that it became a collaborative effort. It was evident that the recounting of it was a loving ritual in which they were really telling it to each other as if to say, "Do you remember, darling, how it was with us in the beginning?", and in which the supposed audience was relegated to collateral spectators. The electricity which sparked between them was still evident into their eighties.
The solid foundation of their enduring relationship was undoubtedly their mutual devotion to our Lord, but the building blocks of the relationship were not as beautiful: things like the sorrow of being unable to carry an unborn child to term; the hardship of trying to live on almost no income while in Bible college; and the disappointment of having to set aside a personal dream for the good of the family. Out of those circumstances rose a great thing: a yearning to strive together as one to improve their situation, and an ability to handle gracefully the worldly success that followed later. And the Father of Lights, from whom every good and perfect gift comes down, supplied all their hopes: through the gift of adoption, children and grandchildren; from hardship to corporate success and more comfortable circumstances, and due to world travel for business, the opportunity to reach far more people for Christ than Billy ever would have by standing in a pulpit.
Bobbie and Billy were so yoked together by mutual love and respect that they were able to accomplish something together. They literally built by hand their own first house. And the love which indwelled there, as well as in all their subsequent houses, made it a home. She was a resident of Longview for 13 years, and after a brief sojourn in Brazil and Florida returned to the Pine Tree area where she lived 38 more years, until her death.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Billy Bruton.
Survivors include her son, Rex Bruton; daughter, Kathy Stauss; eight grandchildren; three great-grandchildren; brother, Jack Howell; sisters, Clarita Hayes and Beth Johnson; other relatives and many friends.
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