In Memory

Dusty Stevens

Dusty Stevens

Dusty past away on May 16, 1992.

Here is the link to his memorial, complete with marker photo now!



 
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10/23/08 04:38 AM #1    

Carelen Foster (Blackburn)

Dusty is buried at New Home Cemetery, just east of Hulbert, OK. His dad Melvin, purchased his family grave plots there. Melvin Stevens and my mother Florence both went to school together. I remember Dusty has a very neat, humerous cute kid. I am sure he has been missed by many.

01/25/09 09:14 AM #2    

Larry Cherry

Classmates
I didn't know Dusty that well but would like to at least let you know what I found While looking for his burial site. New Home cemetary is about ten miles nartheast of Hulbert on Lost City rd. One of his uncles is a member of a board that oversees the cemetary. I called him when I got there and actually was put In touch with a gentleman who lived close by. Not only did he direct me to where he was buried, he also new the family very well. He acknowled the terms of his death which is tragic and too hard for me to repeat. What I can tell you is that Dusty followed in his fathers footsteps and became a master welder and was a welding instructor at the time of his death. He never married. I would like youall to know George the elderly man spoke highly of Dusty. It is not suprising to know that his entire family lives in that area which is closer to Peggs,Ok. than Hulbert or even Lost City. He is and will always be missed. LDC

04/12/09 04:20 PM #3    

David Frieze

You know,when you spend a couple of hours a day on a school bus every day for several years of grade school and Junior High, you get to know a variety of fellow travelers. Dusty was one. We rode bus five, driven by Mr.Ed Witworth, our Jr. High science teacher. After turning South on Lynn Lane from 101st, it made stops at the Fulps,Frieze,Ogle,and Dill homes. Then down the hill by the Mathews place, picking up Dennis Sherwood, Phil Davis house was next, Raymond Boze, the Welch family, Hillibergs, and then turned on to 121st. We turned right at Marilyn Riddle's (one of the "older girls" we all had a crush on), on past the Foster's and then to stop at Dusty's place, the red brick house with that glorious spring out at the road. To this day, when I travel from my home near Wagoner to visit Mom at the old home place on Lynn Lane, I pass through Coweta and take the back roads, stopping at Dusty's for a cold drink of that pure spring water. I gaze at the old barn still standing where we once played. I stare at the old house and wonder if any family still lives there, and can't quite work up the courage to knock on the door to talk about "Mr.Dusty". You realize, most all of us guys had nick names at sometime in school. Most were given by teachers, coaches, band teachers and the like. The closest I ever came to taking a foreign language in school was chemistry with Ernesto Pena. I was there when he stated calling every one Mr. and then their last name, but for some reason, he could never get it straight and always called on Mr.Dusty. The name stuck and even when I ran into him as an adult, he was Mr. Dusty. Durinig my high school hay hauliing days and even today, that spring is a refreshinig oaises of thirst quenching memories. Here's to Mr. Dusty, a great kid.

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