Allen, and Uda Bryan were married on July 15, 1910 in McCurtain, OK. They waited until after they were married to have their first kiss. They never divorced. They were married for almost 65 years.
I remember grandpa liked honey bees. He was friends with them. They didn't sting him. My dad told me he could roll around in poison oak, and never catch it. I wonder how that could be possible? He always seemed like a very dignified gentleman. When I knew him - he always seemed to be wearing a suit. He walked with his walking cane or gentlemen's stick as they used to call them in the old days.
The last time I saw him was on 101 Fairview around 1974. He had made a special trip from Alexandria, LA. to visit us. He just took off one day out of his nursing home, caught a train, and then a taxi when he got into Texarkana. He didn't even know where we lived. He just asked the taxi driver if he knew his son, Glen Bryan, and where we might be living. The taxi driver just by chance did happen to know my dad, and where we were living. For that reason, we think the taxi drive might have been Lindsay Slaten. Grandpa did this all on faith. When he showed up at our door he was wearing a suit as usual. We were so happy to see him; especially my younger brother, Paris. Paris took his coat, and his cane, and helped him into a rocking chair, and got him a tall cold glass of sweet tea. He stayed the night with us, but then the next day he had to leave to go back to the nursing home. I remember my brother, and I being very sad about that, and wishing that he could stay with us.
My dad told me that grandpa went by his middle name "Allen." He worked at a few different jobs in his life-time. He worked for a sawmill in McCurtian, OK. when he met Uda. She was working there with her mother (after her father died) cooking for, and feeding people. He worked for Bruner-Ivory Handle Co. in Hope, AR. as a Overseer. This historic Mill operated from 1888 to about 2003. He was even a sexton for a funeral home in Garland, AR. in the 1930's. He ended up working at Red River for awhile, and then later on in life he became a self-employed building contractor (doing everything in the trade/construction work etc...). He put up some cinder block walls in Texarkana which are still standing today. He usually put his initials on his work. He was still working and even putting shingles on roofs at age 76.
Allen liked to go hunting, and fishing with his sons. He would set the trout lines, and go squirrel hunting. He was an Outdoorsman. He smoked cigars which was a very popular thing to do back in his day.
He was tall, about 6 feet tall (like his twin brother Albert) slender, had blue eyes, and light hair according to his WWII draft record.
In his last few years he was in a nursing home. He passed away at 9:50 a.m., Monday, in Naomi Heights Nursing Home in Alexandria, Rapides, LA. His daughter Ruth Uda (Bryan) Gabour, and family watching over him.
Services were on Wednesday at a time that was to be announced in the Chapel of East, Texarkana, TX. He was buried in East Texarkana Memorial Gardens because that's where he wanted to be buried. He had already paid for all of the spaces there for his whole family back in his younger days.
He was survived by 7 of his 9 children, 18 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren at the time of his death.
He was 90 years old when he passed away.
He was a lifelong Baptist.
One story that my dad told me about him that was very good, and involved a miracle. . . When he, and Uda were first starting out in life they were sharecroppers. They already had about 6 children when my grandfather's back gave out on him after dealing with a mule. The mule pulled his back out. He could hardly walk, and only with the help of two walking sticks. He could hardly move even then. Everyone was hungry, and he knew he had to get to town to buy some groceries. It was just what he had to do whether he was injured, or not. He set out walking on the long dirt road from his house while his wife watched him go from the window (all the while praying). He finally made it up, and over the hill, and then he was out of sight. It took him quite along time to get over the hill because of his condition. He didn't even know how he was going to carry the groceries home when he did get them, but he was doing what he had to do by faith. He thought maybe he might be able to hitch a ride, or something. Then all of the sudden while he was contemplating all of this in his mind, and continuing on at a slow, and steady pace he heard a voice say, "Throw down your sticks!" He looked around expecting to see someone there, but there was no one there. He shook it off, and continued on his way, and then he heard the voice again say, "Throw down your stick!" He then realized it was the Lord, and he threw down his sticks. He was instantly healed, and he could walk again without the sticks/walking canes. He decided to stop, and rest, and take all of this in. He sat down on a rock near a bunch of bushes. As he sat there he noticed something in the bushes. He pulled it out, and it was a bag full of money. Now he also had enough money to go and buy all of the groceries that he needed for his family. Everyone was so surprised, and overjoyed to see him coming back home - back down that hill - with his arms full of groceries, and no sticks. Praise God!
Allen's death certificate says his mother was Rachel Lindsay. His twin brother Albert's death certificate says that his mother was Sarah Lindsay. It could be that Rachel died when they were very young, and they just spoke of Dee's next wife (Sarah) as their mother because she raised them... I don't know for sure, but I think their biological mother was Rachel. I will have to figure this out later...
His obituary was published in the ~ Alexandria Daily Town Talk on 09Oct1979, Section A, page 3.
Please click on "click here to view all images" located under the photo section to see the hidden photos.
Bio by Wanza Bryan Good
I remember grandpa liked honey bees. He was friends with them. They didn't sting him. My dad told me he could roll around in poison oak, and never catch it. I wonder how that could be possible? He always seemed like a very dignified gentleman. When I knew him - he always seemed to be wearing a suit. He walked with his walking cane or gentlemen's stick as they used to call them in the old days.
The last time I saw him was on 101 Fairview around 1974. He had made a special trip from Alexandria, LA. to visit us. He just took off one day out of his nursing home, caught a train, and then a taxi when he got into Texarkana. He didn't even know where we lived. He just asked the taxi driver if he knew his son, Glen Bryan, and where we might be living. The taxi driver just by chance did happen to know my dad, and where we were living. For that reason, we think the taxi drive might have been Lindsay Slaten. Grandpa did this all on faith. When he showed up at our door he was wearing a suit as usual. We were so happy to see him; especially my younger brother, Paris. Paris took his coat, and his cane, and helped him into a rocking chair, and got him a tall cold glass of sweet tea. He stayed the night with us, but then the next day he had to leave to go back to the nursing home. I remember my brother, and I being very sad about that, and wishing that he could stay with us.
My dad told me that grandpa went by his middle name "Allen." He worked at a few different jobs in his life-time. He worked for a sawmill in McCurtian, OK. when he met Uda. She was working there with her mother (after her father died) cooking for, and feeding people. He worked for Bruner-Ivory Handle Co. in Hope, AR. as a Overseer. This historic Mill operated from 1888 to about 2003. He was even a sexton for a funeral home in Garland, AR. in the 1930's. He ended up working at Red River for awhile, and then later on in life he became a self-employed building contractor (doing everything in the trade/construction work etc...). He put up some cinder block walls in Texarkana which are still standing today. He usually put his initials on his work. He was still working and even putting shingles on roofs at age 76.
Allen liked to go hunting, and fishing with his sons. He would set the trout lines, and go squirrel hunting. He was an Outdoorsman. He smoked cigars which was a very popular thing to do back in his day.
He was tall, about 6 feet tall (like his twin brother Albert) slender, had blue eyes, and light hair according to his WWII draft record.
In his last few years he was in a nursing home. He passed away at 9:50 a.m., Monday, in Naomi Heights Nursing Home in Alexandria, Rapides, LA. His daughter Ruth Uda (Bryan) Gabour, and family watching over him.
Services were on Wednesday at a time that was to be announced in the Chapel of East, Texarkana, TX. He was buried in East Texarkana Memorial Gardens because that's where he wanted to be buried. He had already paid for all of the spaces there for his whole family back in his younger days.
He was survived by 7 of his 9 children, 18 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren at the time of his death.
He was 90 years old when he passed away.
He was a lifelong Baptist.
One story that my dad told me about him that was very good, and involved a miracle. . . When he, and Uda were first starting out in life they were sharecroppers. They already had about 6 children when my grandfather's back gave out on him after dealing with a mule. The mule pulled his back out. He could hardly walk, and only with the help of two walking sticks. He could hardly move even then. Everyone was hungry, and he knew he had to get to town to buy some groceries. It was just what he had to do whether he was injured, or not. He set out walking on the long dirt road from his house while his wife watched him go from the window (all the while praying). He finally made it up, and over the hill, and then he was out of sight. It took him quite along time to get over the hill because of his condition. He didn't even know how he was going to carry the groceries home when he did get them, but he was doing what he had to do by faith. He thought maybe he might be able to hitch a ride, or something. Then all of the sudden while he was contemplating all of this in his mind, and continuing on at a slow, and steady pace he heard a voice say, "Throw down your sticks!" He looked around expecting to see someone there, but there was no one there. He shook it off, and continued on his way, and then he heard the voice again say, "Throw down your stick!" He then realized it was the Lord, and he threw down his sticks. He was instantly healed, and he could walk again without the sticks/walking canes. He decided to stop, and rest, and take all of this in. He sat down on a rock near a bunch of bushes. As he sat there he noticed something in the bushes. He pulled it out, and it was a bag full of money. Now he also had enough money to go and buy all of the groceries that he needed for his family. Everyone was so surprised, and overjoyed to see him coming back home - back down that hill - with his arms full of groceries, and no sticks. Praise God!
Allen's death certificate says his mother was Rachel Lindsay. His twin brother Albert's death certificate says that his mother was Sarah Lindsay. It could be that Rachel died when they were very young, and they just spoke of Dee's next wife (Sarah) as their mother because she raised them... I don't know for sure, but I think their biological mother was Rachel. I will have to figure this out later...
His obituary was published in the ~ Alexandria Daily Town Talk on 09Oct1979, Section A, page 3.
Please click on "click here to view all images" located under the photo section to see the hidden photos.
Bio by Wanza Bryan Good
Allen, and Uda Bryan were married on July 15, 1910 in McCurtain, OK. They waited until after they were married to have their first kiss. They never divorced. They were married for almost 65 years.
I remember grandpa liked honey bees. He was friends with them. They didn't sting him. My dad told me he could roll around in poison oak, and never catch it. I wonder how that could be possible? He always seemed like a very dignified gentleman. When I knew him - he always seemed to be wearing a suit. He walked with his walking cane or gentlemen's stick as they used to call them in the old days.
The last time I saw him was on 101 Fairview around 1974. He had made a special trip from Alexandria, LA. to visit us. He just took off one day out of his nursing home, caught a train, and then a taxi when he got into Texarkana. He didn't even know where we lived. He just asked the taxi driver if he knew his son, Glen Bryan, and where we might be living. The taxi driver just by chance did happen to know my dad, and where we were living. For that reason, we think the taxi drive might have been Lindsay Slaten. Grandpa did this all on faith. When he showed up at our door he was wearing a suit as usual. We were so happy to see him; especially my younger brother, Paris. Paris took his coat, and his cane, and helped him into a rocking chair, and got him a tall cold glass of sweet tea. He stayed the night with us, but then the next day he had to leave to go back to the nursing home. I remember my brother, and I being very sad about that, and wishing that he could stay with us.
My dad told me that grandpa went by his middle name "Allen." He worked at a few different jobs in his life-time. He worked for a sawmill in McCurtian, OK. when he met Uda. She was working there with her mother (after her father died) cooking for, and feeding people. He worked for Bruner-Ivory Handle Co. in Hope, AR. as a Overseer. This historic Mill operated from 1888 to about 2003. He was even a sexton for a funeral home in Garland, AR. in the 1930's. He ended up working at Red River for awhile, and then later on in life he became a self-employed building contractor (doing everything in the trade/construction work etc...). He put up some cinder block walls in Texarkana which are still standing today. He usually put his initials on his work. He was still working and even putting shingles on roofs at age 76.
Allen liked to go hunting, and fishing with his sons. He would set the trout lines, and go squirrel hunting. He was an Outdoorsman. He smoked cigars which was a very popular thing to do back in his day.
He was tall, about 6 feet tall (like his twin brother Albert) slender, had blue eyes, and light hair according to his WWII draft record.
In his last few years he was in a nursing home. He passed away at 9:50 a.m., Monday, in Naomi Heights Nursing Home in Alexandria, Rapides, LA. His daughter Ruth Uda (Bryan) Gabour, and family watching over him.
Services were on Wednesday at a time that was to be announced in the Chapel of East, Texarkana, TX. He was buried in East Texarkana Memorial Gardens because that's where he wanted to be buried. He had already paid for all of the spaces there for his whole family back in his younger days.
He was survived by 7 of his 9 children, 18 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren at the time of his death.
He was 90 years old when he passed away.
He was a lifelong Baptist.
One story that my dad told me about him that was very good, and involved a miracle. . . When he, and Uda were first starting out in life they were sharecroppers. They already had about 6 children when my grandfather's back gave out on him after dealing with a mule. The mule pulled his back out. He could hardly walk, and only with the help of two walking sticks. He could hardly move even then. Everyone was hungry, and he knew he had to get to town to buy some groceries. It was just what he had to do whether he was injured, or not. He set out walking on the long dirt road from his house while his wife watched him go from the window (all the while praying). He finally made it up, and over the hill, and then he was out of sight. It took him quite along time to get over the hill because of his condition. He didn't even know how he was going to carry the groceries home when he did get them, but he was doing what he had to do by faith. He thought maybe he might be able to hitch a ride, or something. Then all of the sudden while he was contemplating all of this in his mind, and continuing on at a slow, and steady pace he heard a voice say, "Throw down your sticks!" He looked around expecting to see someone there, but there was no one there. He shook it off, and continued on his way, and then he heard the voice again say, "Throw down your stick!" He then realized it was the Lord, and he threw down his sticks. He was instantly healed, and he could walk again without the sticks/walking canes. He decided to stop, and rest, and take all of this in. He sat down on a rock near a bunch of bushes. As he sat there he noticed something in the bushes. He pulled it out, and it was a bag full of money. Now he also had enough money to go and buy all of the groceries that he needed for his family. Everyone was so surprised, and overjoyed to see him coming back home - back down that hill - with his arms full of groceries, and no sticks. Praise God!
Allen's death certificate says his mother was Rachel Lindsay. His twin brother Albert's death certificate says that his mother was Sarah Lindsay. It could be that Rachel died when they were very young, and they just spoke of Dee's next wife (Sarah) as their mother because she raised them... I don't know for sure, but I think their biological mother was Rachel. I will have to figure this out later...
His obituary was published in the ~ Alexandria Daily Town Talk on 09Oct1979, Section A, page 3.
Please click on "click here to view all images" located under the photo section to see the hidden photos.
Bio by Wanza Bryan Good
I remember grandpa liked honey bees. He was friends with them. They didn't sting him. My dad told me he could roll around in poison oak, and never catch it. I wonder how that could be possible? He always seemed like a very dignified gentleman. When I knew him - he always seemed to be wearing a suit. He walked with his walking cane or gentlemen's stick as they used to call them in the old days.
The last time I saw him was on 101 Fairview around 1974. He had made a special trip from Alexandria, LA. to visit us. He just took off one day out of his nursing home, caught a train, and then a taxi when he got into Texarkana. He didn't even know where we lived. He just asked the taxi driver if he knew his son, Glen Bryan, and where we might be living. The taxi driver just by chance did happen to know my dad, and where we were living. For that reason, we think the taxi drive might have been Lindsay Slaten. Grandpa did this all on faith. When he showed up at our door he was wearing a suit as usual. We were so happy to see him; especially my younger brother, Paris. Paris took his coat, and his cane, and helped him into a rocking chair, and got him a tall cold glass of sweet tea. He stayed the night with us, but then the next day he had to leave to go back to the nursing home. I remember my brother, and I being very sad about that, and wishing that he could stay with us.
My dad told me that grandpa went by his middle name "Allen." He worked at a few different jobs in his life-time. He worked for a sawmill in McCurtian, OK. when he met Uda. She was working there with her mother (after her father died) cooking for, and feeding people. He worked for Bruner-Ivory Handle Co. in Hope, AR. as a Overseer. This historic Mill operated from 1888 to about 2003. He was even a sexton for a funeral home in Garland, AR. in the 1930's. He ended up working at Red River for awhile, and then later on in life he became a self-employed building contractor (doing everything in the trade/construction work etc...). He put up some cinder block walls in Texarkana which are still standing today. He usually put his initials on his work. He was still working and even putting shingles on roofs at age 76.
Allen liked to go hunting, and fishing with his sons. He would set the trout lines, and go squirrel hunting. He was an Outdoorsman. He smoked cigars which was a very popular thing to do back in his day.
He was tall, about 6 feet tall (like his twin brother Albert) slender, had blue eyes, and light hair according to his WWII draft record.
In his last few years he was in a nursing home. He passed away at 9:50 a.m., Monday, in Naomi Heights Nursing Home in Alexandria, Rapides, LA. His daughter Ruth Uda (Bryan) Gabour, and family watching over him.
Services were on Wednesday at a time that was to be announced in the Chapel of East, Texarkana, TX. He was buried in East Texarkana Memorial Gardens because that's where he wanted to be buried. He had already paid for all of the spaces there for his whole family back in his younger days.
He was survived by 7 of his 9 children, 18 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren at the time of his death.
He was 90 years old when he passed away.
He was a lifelong Baptist.
One story that my dad told me about him that was very good, and involved a miracle. . . When he, and Uda were first starting out in life they were sharecroppers. They already had about 6 children when my grandfather's back gave out on him after dealing with a mule. The mule pulled his back out. He could hardly walk, and only with the help of two walking sticks. He could hardly move even then. Everyone was hungry, and he knew he had to get to town to buy some groceries. It was just what he had to do whether he was injured, or not. He set out walking on the long dirt road from his house while his wife watched him go from the window (all the while praying). He finally made it up, and over the hill, and then he was out of sight. It took him quite along time to get over the hill because of his condition. He didn't even know how he was going to carry the groceries home when he did get them, but he was doing what he had to do by faith. He thought maybe he might be able to hitch a ride, or something. Then all of the sudden while he was contemplating all of this in his mind, and continuing on at a slow, and steady pace he heard a voice say, "Throw down your sticks!" He looked around expecting to see someone there, but there was no one there. He shook it off, and continued on his way, and then he heard the voice again say, "Throw down your stick!" He then realized it was the Lord, and he threw down his sticks. He was instantly healed, and he could walk again without the sticks/walking canes. He decided to stop, and rest, and take all of this in. He sat down on a rock near a bunch of bushes. As he sat there he noticed something in the bushes. He pulled it out, and it was a bag full of money. Now he also had enough money to go and buy all of the groceries that he needed for his family. Everyone was so surprised, and overjoyed to see him coming back home - back down that hill - with his arms full of groceries, and no sticks. Praise God!
Allen's death certificate says his mother was Rachel Lindsay. His twin brother Albert's death certificate says that his mother was Sarah Lindsay. It could be that Rachel died when they were very young, and they just spoke of Dee's next wife (Sarah) as their mother because she raised them... I don't know for sure, but I think their biological mother was Rachel. I will have to figure this out later...
His obituary was published in the ~ Alexandria Daily Town Talk on 09Oct1979, Section A, page 3.
Please click on "click here to view all images" located under the photo section to see the hidden photos.
Bio by Wanza Bryan Good
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