Roy was the 3 child of Roy Lee Mitchell and Nora Mae Page. He was the pride and joy of his older sister Mary Edith and she insisted that he be called Jr. She carried him around and doted on him all the time. He is the last of his family and lived to be 84 years, 3 months and 8 days. "Now the family circle is complete." He was always a hand full when he was a lad. He always told me that his parents sent him to school to soon, just to get him out from under their feet. Roy had 1 brother, Ray C. Mitchell, and 2 sisters, Mary Edith Mitchell and Bonnie Lee Mitchell.
Roy served in the Navy, because his brother Ray was in the navy, for 9 years. He was a pilot and he said he got tired of landing on air craft carriers in the middle of the water. He was a good pilot. I first flew with him when I was only 6 months old.
He left the Navy and joined the Air Force, he spent 20 years, 5 months and 8 days there. He was very adamant about being buried with other military personal, he said he had spend all his life in the service and wanted to be buried next to other military people.
He met and Married the love of his life, Margaret Lee Ridgeway on Feb. 10th, 1962 in Tulsa Okla. He lost her on June 22nd, 2002 the day of their 40th anniversary.. She is buried in Tulsa, OKLA where she was born and raised.
He would not talk about his war years much, but one story he did tell me was as follows: during WWII, he and his gunner were shot down in the Pacific. They were in the water for 7 days, with a one man life raft each. They had nothing to ear for y days, but thankfully they had water purification tablets. They could see ships off in the distant but they did not come to puck them up, they later found out the ships could not get to them because there was submarine action in the area. On the last day, they caught a Sea Gull, plucked the thing and ate it raw. He always said he liked his chicken well done. THE WILL TO SURVIVE IS A DEMANDING THING.
He was an avid fisherman, he once caught a large mouth bass and it was the largest taken from that lake and he make the Tulsa newspapers. He was a great bowler, having bowled several 300 games. He loved to play golf and his passion in later years was playing Phase 10 with his sister Bonnie Lee, his nieces and nephews. They play several times a week, for many hours.
Roy has traveled all over the world. He once said that the only place he had not been to was the South Pole.
WHAT A WONDERFUL AND FULFILLING LIFE HE LIVED.
I could go on forever about my Uncle, the stories I know and the things he has said, but space will not permit. He was a very special man.
Roy served in the Navy, because his brother Ray was in the navy, for 9 years. He was a pilot and he said he got tired of landing on air craft carriers in the middle of the water. He was a good pilot. I first flew with him when I was only 6 months old.
He left the Navy and joined the Air Force, he spent 20 years, 5 months and 8 days there. He was very adamant about being buried with other military personal, he said he had spend all his life in the service and wanted to be buried next to other military people.
He met and Married the love of his life, Margaret Lee Ridgeway on Feb. 10th, 1962 in Tulsa Okla. He lost her on June 22nd, 2002 the day of their 40th anniversary.. She is buried in Tulsa, OKLA where she was born and raised.
He would not talk about his war years much, but one story he did tell me was as follows: during WWII, he and his gunner were shot down in the Pacific. They were in the water for 7 days, with a one man life raft each. They had nothing to ear for y days, but thankfully they had water purification tablets. They could see ships off in the distant but they did not come to puck them up, they later found out the ships could not get to them because there was submarine action in the area. On the last day, they caught a Sea Gull, plucked the thing and ate it raw. He always said he liked his chicken well done. THE WILL TO SURVIVE IS A DEMANDING THING.
He was an avid fisherman, he once caught a large mouth bass and it was the largest taken from that lake and he make the Tulsa newspapers. He was a great bowler, having bowled several 300 games. He loved to play golf and his passion in later years was playing Phase 10 with his sister Bonnie Lee, his nieces and nephews. They play several times a week, for many hours.
Roy has traveled all over the world. He once said that the only place he had not been to was the South Pole.
WHAT A WONDERFUL AND FULFILLING LIFE HE LIVED.
I could go on forever about my Uncle, the stories I know and the things he has said, but space will not permit. He was a very special man.
Roy was the 3 child of Roy Lee Mitchell and Nora Mae Page. He was the pride and joy of his older sister Mary Edith and she insisted that he be called Jr. She carried him around and doted on him all the time. He is the last of his family and lived to be 84 years, 3 months and 8 days. "Now the family circle is complete." He was always a hand full when he was a lad. He always told me that his parents sent him to school to soon, just to get him out from under their feet. Roy had 1 brother, Ray C. Mitchell, and 2 sisters, Mary Edith Mitchell and Bonnie Lee Mitchell.
Roy served in the Navy, because his brother Ray was in the navy, for 9 years. He was a pilot and he said he got tired of landing on air craft carriers in the middle of the water. He was a good pilot. I first flew with him when I was only 6 months old.
He left the Navy and joined the Air Force, he spent 20 years, 5 months and 8 days there. He was very adamant about being buried with other military personal, he said he had spend all his life in the service and wanted to be buried next to other military people.
He met and Married the love of his life, Margaret Lee Ridgeway on Feb. 10th, 1962 in Tulsa Okla. He lost her on June 22nd, 2002 the day of their 40th anniversary.. She is buried in Tulsa, OKLA where she was born and raised.
He would not talk about his war years much, but one story he did tell me was as follows: during WWII, he and his gunner were shot down in the Pacific. They were in the water for 7 days, with a one man life raft each. They had nothing to ear for y days, but thankfully they had water purification tablets. They could see ships off in the distant but they did not come to puck them up, they later found out the ships could not get to them because there was submarine action in the area. On the last day, they caught a Sea Gull, plucked the thing and ate it raw. He always said he liked his chicken well done. THE WILL TO SURVIVE IS A DEMANDING THING.
He was an avid fisherman, he once caught a large mouth bass and it was the largest taken from that lake and he make the Tulsa newspapers. He was a great bowler, having bowled several 300 games. He loved to play golf and his passion in later years was playing Phase 10 with his sister Bonnie Lee, his nieces and nephews. They play several times a week, for many hours.
Roy has traveled all over the world. He once said that the only place he had not been to was the South Pole.
WHAT A WONDERFUL AND FULFILLING LIFE HE LIVED.
I could go on forever about my Uncle, the stories I know and the things he has said, but space will not permit. He was a very special man.
Roy served in the Navy, because his brother Ray was in the navy, for 9 years. He was a pilot and he said he got tired of landing on air craft carriers in the middle of the water. He was a good pilot. I first flew with him when I was only 6 months old.
He left the Navy and joined the Air Force, he spent 20 years, 5 months and 8 days there. He was very adamant about being buried with other military personal, he said he had spend all his life in the service and wanted to be buried next to other military people.
He met and Married the love of his life, Margaret Lee Ridgeway on Feb. 10th, 1962 in Tulsa Okla. He lost her on June 22nd, 2002 the day of their 40th anniversary.. She is buried in Tulsa, OKLA where she was born and raised.
He would not talk about his war years much, but one story he did tell me was as follows: during WWII, he and his gunner were shot down in the Pacific. They were in the water for 7 days, with a one man life raft each. They had nothing to ear for y days, but thankfully they had water purification tablets. They could see ships off in the distant but they did not come to puck them up, they later found out the ships could not get to them because there was submarine action in the area. On the last day, they caught a Sea Gull, plucked the thing and ate it raw. He always said he liked his chicken well done. THE WILL TO SURVIVE IS A DEMANDING THING.
He was an avid fisherman, he once caught a large mouth bass and it was the largest taken from that lake and he make the Tulsa newspapers. He was a great bowler, having bowled several 300 games. He loved to play golf and his passion in later years was playing Phase 10 with his sister Bonnie Lee, his nieces and nephews. They play several times a week, for many hours.
Roy has traveled all over the world. He once said that the only place he had not been to was the South Pole.
WHAT A WONDERFUL AND FULFILLING LIFE HE LIVED.
I could go on forever about my Uncle, the stories I know and the things he has said, but space will not permit. He was a very special man.
