|Birth: ||Mar. 17, 1941|
|Death: ||Dec. 21, 1982|
★⋰⋱☆ U. S. ARMY & National Guard Veteran ☆⋰⋱★
Michael Lee Buehl, age 41, Gautier, died in his home Tuesday, December 21, 1982.
He was born March 17, 1941 in Keokuk, IA. and he was the eldest child of Raymond Kenneth Buehl and Myrtle Louise Frame.
Mr. Buehl has been a resident of Jackson County since 1973. He severed in the U.S. Amry from 1959 to 1962 and also served in the Army National Guard. Mike was an electrical technician at Ingalls Shipbuilding and a member of International Brotherhood of Electrical Worker's No. 733 in Pascagoula, MS. He was a member of St. Mary's Catholic Church in Gautier, MS.
He was preceded in death by his son; Steven Aaron Buehl, Gautier, MS., half-sister; infant Maxine Marie Buehl, Keokuk, IA., and step-brother; Albert LaVerne Burgess, Westminster, CA.
He is survived by his father; Raymond (Lena) Buehl, Davenport, IA., his mother; Myrtle Burgess; Quincy, IL., three sons; Troy A. (Sarah) Buehl, U.S.S. Brisco, Colin M. (Elva) Buehl, Gautier, MS., Phillip A. Buehl, Ocean Springs, MS. two daughters; Miss Cheryl A. Buehl and Miss Leslie A. Buehl, both of Ocean Springs, MS., brothers; Alvin L. Buehl, Quincy, IL., Robert E. (Janet) Buehl, Hamilton, IL., sister; Bonnie (James) Florie, Quincy, IL., half-brothers; Paul E. Buehl, Bettendorf, IA., Raymond K. Buehl (Jr), Davenport, IA., half-sisters; Alberta A. (Burgess) Thompson, Fort Madison, IA., Barbara J. (Buehl) Johnson, Davenport, IL., Linda D. (Burgess) Hall, Paris, MO. and Penny L. Duncan, Davenport, IA., step-brother; Mervin G. Burgess, Payson, Il., father & mother in-law; Mr & Mrs. Harold A (Cecilia) Meyer, Moss Point, MS., numerous nieces, nephews, other family and friends.
Visitation will be from 6 to 9 p.m., Monday, December 27, at O'Bryant - O'Keefe Funeral Home in Pascagoula, where Rosary will be read at 8 p.m. Funeral services will be conducted at 10 a.m. Tuesday, December 28, 1982 at St. Mary's Catholic Church in Gautier, with Monsignor Eamon Mullen officiating.
Interment will be in Machpelah Cemetery in Pascagoula.
Published in the Mississippi Press
December 24, 1982 - December 27, 1982
༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻ღ⋰ In His Daughter's Own Words ⋱ღ༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻
When I think about my Dad, one of the most vivid memories I have is Pink Floyd's "The Wall" echoing off the bayou behind the house. I'll get back to that in a few years.... let me start from what I can recall as the beginning.
Dad & Mom met in Wisconsin while he was serving in the Army and they married June 25, 1960. Between 1961 & 1971 came all six of us kids, Troy in 61, Colin in 63, Steven in 64, Cheryl in 65, Phillip in 68 & me (Leslie) in 71. In 1973 they relocated to Pascagoula, Ms. and then to Gautier, Ms. in 1974.
2325 Bayou View Circle Gautier, Ms..., that was our home. 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, horseshoe driveway , on the bayou, off in the sticks & Dad couldn't have been happier. I remember Dad and the boys did so much work in the yard. Clearing it, building it up, leveling it out... they always had a hoe, axe, rake or wheelbarrow. They built the back porch, the pier, planted tree's, etc. Dad loved dogwood trees, I remember he named the maple tree in the front yard "Fred." I remember Mom had planted her roses in the back yard and one day there was a new cement table sitting there for her. As a child all I could think was "again..., we have to work in the yard!!" Now I understand that those weekends in the yard was him trying to give us a nice home, and it was. And, now that I'm older I realize I did more playing than work anyway. I really can't remember the changes to the inside of the house but I see it early pictures. I remember them adding the fireplace in corner of the dinning room. It was bright red & so ugly until they painted it black. I know I always felt secure in our house and that was just what Dad & Mom wanted, security for their family.
Growing up we had all kinds of get-together's with family and friends. I remember everybody piling into either Dad or Mom's station wagon and heading to the drive-in. I remember a lot of swimming in the bayou, fishing, water skiing or catching minnows at the boat dock... it was the best. We weren't rich but we were taken care of. We weren't spoiled but we never went without. I can't remember a Christmas or Birthday I didn't get something I really wanted. Now that I'm an adult with children of my own, I understand the values he was trying to instill in me & my siblings. All those chores were to teach us that nothing in life is going to be handed to you... you earn it!! Also to take pride in what you do because it reflects who you are!!
Dad worked at Ingalls Shipbuilding as a 1st class Electrician from January 1974 until his death. I remember my Dad was a hard worker, I can't remember him missing a day of work. When the shipyard went out on strike my Dad found work in another state to support the family. Everyday after work he like to sit back with a cold beer, I remember Pabst Blue Ribbon, Olympia, Michelob and Coors. Dad could sit on our back porch for hours with the back door open & Pink Floyd echoing off the bayou. But, everyday he'd already be clocked in at work before I opened my eyes.
Dad & Mom had their struggles, and our lives weren't always perfect but they tried to give all of us the best. When my brother Stevie died it had a serious effect on our family. There was just a uniqueness about Steven that can not be explained. Dad and Steven also had a special connection, they both loved looking at the stars. But, then Hurricane Fredrick hit in 1979 and I remember an old boat Dad had tried to sink had floated down the bayou and the boys found it. I can remember them asking Dad if they could keep and fix it up. I remember Dad saying "No" but finally he gave in. I have no idea how my parents felt when they received that phone call but I know they both blamed themselves for his death. I was only eight when my brother died but I could see how badly losing him hurt my family. My parents separated shortly after in 1982
Tuesday, December 21, 1982 started off like any other day. I remember there was an uneasiness that the whole family felt that day, I can't explain it but, something was off. Around 1:30 that day Cheryl & I were on our way to pick up Chris, a family friends son that she was going to be babysitting. We were talking about going to Dad's house since we would be close and as Cheryl was crossing the railroad tracks, the car froze. It did not stall, it froze.
Then the lights started blinking and we could see the train coming closer and closer but the car wouldn't move. I remember jumping out of the car screaming and running but something stopped me dead in my tracks. I remember hearing my sister screaming, I ran to the car and jumped back in. The door was wide open and the train was so close with that whistle screaming when the car suddenly shot forward off the tracks. We were so scared we went straight to pick up Chris and home. This is in no way a made up story, it happened. Everyone that tried to go to my father's house that day was stopped somehow. They all have their own stories. By the time my mother came home from work, the uneasiness had turned to worry. Mom already knew something was wrong because she knew Dad had not been at work that day. I remember she called and called the house 601-497-9474 over and over. She had the operator try to do an emergency line break but when the lady told her the line was conversation free - off the hook, Mom called the Sheriff's Department to go to the house and check on him.
I was dreaming about the train when I woke up to the phone ringing. I remember thinking, it's after 11 o'clock who's calling this late? Why is everyone screaming..., am I still dreaming? No, Mom is screaming, "Oh my God, No Michael No!!" I remember thinking "what is happening?" as I ran down the hallway. Now Cheryl is screaming "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!!" Wait..., "who is dead? No... you're a liar!!" But Mom was not lying. Again, we were devastated. I can't remember much about Christmas that year, only that it was bad and I didn't like it. I remember Mom trying to keep our minds off losing Dad and going to my Grandparent's house for Christmas eve, the tradition, only to find out Grandpa had to be taken to the hospital. Grandpa never came home from the hospital and he died soon after in February 1983.
Dad was laid to rest Tuesday, December 28, 1982 at Machpelah Cemetery in Pascagoula, Ms. My Dad was a good man and a great father. He was truly loved by his family and his absence is still felt today. He is kept alive in our hearts and through our memories is known to the grandchildren he never had the chance to meet. The same way he will be kept alive by all who read this in the future.
ღ༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻ Leslie Amy ༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻ღ
Raymond Kenneth Buehl (1922 - 1991)
Myrtle Louise Frame Burgess (1925 - 1985)
Steven Aaron Buehl (1964 - 1979)*
Michael Lee Buehl (1941 - 1982)
Alvin Buehl (1942 - 1996)*
Robert E Buehl (1946 - 2008)*
Maxine Marie Buehl (1948 - 1948)**
Penny Lois Buehl Duncan (1957 - 1989)**
Plot: T - 13
Maintained by: Leslie & Don
Originally Created by: Robert Reeves
Record added: Jun 22, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 38642036