|Birth: ||Apr. 23, 1941|
|Death: ||Dec. 11, 2005|
Santa Barbara County
Alan passed away on Sunday, December 11, 2005 after a long and valiant battle with cancer. His family was by his side at his home in Santa Barbara.
Alan was born on April 23, 1941 in Evanston, Illinois to Thaddeus and Florence. In 1955 he moved to Santa Barbara with his parents and brother, Ronald.
Alan attended local schools and graduated from Santa Barbara High School in 1959. He often spoke of his years playing football as a Don, culminating with his being named captain, and player of the year and best league lineman in his senior year. He earned his nickname “Alan the Horse”, by being the hardest worker on the team, often arriving before the other players arrived, and staying after they left.
He attended Pacific University in Forest Grove, Oregon, leading to his degree in Optometry. After graduation he married Carol Angel in Portland. Together they had a son, Gary Murroughs.
Alan served two years in the U.S. Army. As an Officer and a gentleman he provided optometric services at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
After his service he settled in Santa Barbara and joined his father and his brother in optometric practice. They maintained their office at State and Mission for many years. Alan, as well as his family was active in the local Optometric Association and he served one term as president. Alan touched many of his patients in a profound way, as he worked with dyslexic children and helped them learn to read. Alan was well loved in the community and was commended for his fine clinical skills by his peers. After closing the office upon his retirement, Alan maintained his interest in optometry by working weekends at Costco, Walmart and Sam’s Club from Santa Maria to Oxnard. Despite the onset of cancer, he continued to work until early November this year.
Alan was proud of his work as a volunteer, giving vision care for the 1984 Olympics.
After his divorce from his first wife, he married Lorna Gensler in 1991. Together they raised two children. Megan Murroughs, Lorna’s daughter from a previous marriage and Tad Murroughs, their son.
The last few years of Alan’s life were truly blessed by the return of his best friend, Barrett Bunce to Santa Barbara. The two of them had a chance to relive a golden past and to keep close a bond that was very very dear to Alan.
Alan enjoyed fishing and was fortunate enough to have fished both salt and freshwater from Mexico to Canada. His last trip was to Sioux Lookout in Ontario, Canada in 2004, reliving a trip made with Barrett 45 years ago.
For those of us who knew him, it’s easy to agree
When asked by St. Peter, “Where are you going”
Alan’s answer would be:
“Cant say, not knowing.”
Alan was master of the adlib joke. He always enjoyed sharing his special brand of humor with family, friends and patients alike. Amazingly he always seemed to have the right joke for any situation. Similarly he knew the words to many songs, pop and western from the 50’s and 60’s. He would amuse us all with snippets from the works of Tom Lehrer and Johnny Cash and assorted random blurbs such as, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,” or “When you’re in Texas look behind you, ‘cause that’s where the rangers gonna be.” or “I’m my own Grandpa.” He was an avid Three Stooges fan and could quote Curley with the best of them. In his optometric practice he specialized in the care of children and loved clowning with them. A classic routine of Alan’s was to ask a child’s age and then respond with, “When I was your age, I was twelve.” Or he would ask them if their mother had to pay them to be good or if they were good for nothing. Alan always told his family to never lose their sense of humor, that it helps you get through anything.
“A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.”
Hats off to you, darling man, Alan Murroughs.
Bio written by Barrett Bunce and Lorna Murroughs
Cremated, Ashes scattered at sea.
Specifically: Ashes scattered over the Pacific Ocean by family Jan. 11, 2006
Created by: Barbara
Record added: Dec 13, 2005
Find A Grave Memorial# 12673230
to my father, the rose is the most perfect flower there is, fitting that you are and always will be the perfect father. thank you for giving me and tad life, i will miss you so deeply forever and ever, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN...|
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Added: Aug. 21, 2008
Three of the best years of MY LIFE were when I worked with Alan. Thanks for the time I had with you "Dear Friend".|
Added: Nov. 13, 2006
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