|Birth: ||Sep. 7, 1916|
|Death: ||Nov. 15, 2000|
~My Loving Uncle~
Murphy was known to our family as "Bubba". When you're from the South you have to have an "Uncle Bubba" - it's the rule. He was the most unlikely "Bubba" there ever was. A highly intelligent, reserved man who was humble and diligent. He did enjoy teasing the girls in the family though and did this mercilessly his lifelong to his sisters who adored him, along with his daughters and nieces. Murphy was the oldest child in a family with 4 children.
In 1945, he married Verna Marie Stock from Bellville, St. Clair Co., Illinois, and they raised two daughters. With his career in the U.S. Air Force, they lived in many places around the world, retiring in Kansas City, Missouri.
The son and firstborn child of Murphy Foster Sr, and Lura Jane Bryant Hudson, Murphy Jr. was born Sept. 7, 1916, in Idabel, McCurtain Co., Oklahoma. He was a veteran of WWII and Korea, serving in the US Air Force as a Communications Specialist. A recipient of the Bronze Star in WWII, he retired as a Lt. Colonel after 21 years of service. He continued his career with Air Force Communications Service for an additional 18 years in a civilian position.
Murphy Foster Hudson, Jr., of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2000 at Manor Care in Overland Park, Kansas. Funeral services were held Nov. 17, 2000, at Country Club Methodist Church, 57th @ Wornall Rd. Burial followed at Mount Moriah Cemetery. Visitation was held Nov. 16, from 6pm to 8pm at Mount Moriah and Freeman Chapel, I-435 @ Holmes Rd. Preceded in death by his sister, Alice Jane Todd Perry of Newton, Texas, he is survived by his wife of 55 years, two daughters, 5 grandchildren. Survived also by 2 sisters and several nieces and nephews. In lieu of flowers, memorials were accepted to Children's Center For Visually Impaired or Country Club Methodist Church. Arrangements were handled by: Mount Moriah & Freeman Chapel.
For Murphy and all VETS:
NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
ęCopyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret).
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Murphy Foster Hudson (1892 - 1942)
Lura Jane Bryant Hudson (1895 - 1990)
Verna Marie Stock Hudson (1922 - 2009)*
Thomas Lynn Hudson (1947 - 1947)*
Terry Foster Hudson (1947 - 1947)*
Murphy Foster Hudson (1916 - 2000)
Alice Jane Hudson Todd (1919 - 1999)*
Veteran of WWII and Korea
Awarded a Bronze Star Medal
Mount Moriah Cemetery
Created by: K Todd Sherer
Record added: Jun 28, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 38838865