Obituary:


Willie Darrell Angle, 73, of Mesa AZ, passed away on November 1, 2014 peacefully in his home. Willie was born July 25, 1941 in Sikeston, Missouri to Joseph Nathan and Mable Ruth Cowgur, and was later adopted by Charles Albert Angle. He is preceded in death by his first wife Geneva Berryhill Angle, eldest son Bruce Darrell Angle, and stepson Chuck Buckhannon. Both his parents and siblings, Authur Cowgur, John Cowgur, J.D. Cowgur, Marilyn Cowgur, Flossie Cowgur, Freddie Cowgur, Lonnie Angle, Judy Ann Cowgur, Betty Angle Smith and Wendel Cowgur.

Willie and Geneva were sealed August 16, 1960 in the Mesa AZ LDS Temple. They had five children, Janiece (Kirk) Burgess, Bruce Angle, Morris (Rhonda) Angle, Rowland (Karen) Angle and Darlene (David) Bond. Geneva passed away in 1994. Willie and Barbara Buckhannon were sealed on October 6, 2000 in the Mesa AZ LDS Temple.

Willie was a friend to everyone and loved to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with friends and strangers. He was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and regularly served in different callings in the church. He loved to help the missionaries. Also, a highlight of his life was serving a mission at Cove Fort, Utah in 2002 with his wife Barbara. Keeping up with loved ones and friends was a great joy in his life.

Willie enjoyed hunting and fishing with his kids and grand kids, and also loved a good practical joke. He will be missed by everyone who knew him.

He is survived by his wife, Barbara (Buckhannon) Angle, and children Janiece (Kirk) Burgess, Morris (Rhonda) Angle, Rowland (Karen) Angle, Darlene (David) Bond, stepson Mathew Buckhannon, 28 grandchildren, 5 great-grandchildren, and his sister, Bonnie Ferguson.

WE ALL LOVE YOU, WILLIE

Funeral services are Friday, November 7, 2014 at 10 AM, preceded by a visitation at 9 AM, at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Alta Mesa Ward, 5620 E. Adobe Street, Mesa, Arizona. Arrangements by Bunker’s Garden Chapel.

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Willie Darrell Angle
Life Sketch
HELL-O…

Willie Darrell Angle was born July 25, 1941, Sikeston, Missouri the 9th child of Joseph Nathan Cowgur and Mabel Ruth Carlson.
Dad was only 16 months old when their family boarded a train to Safford, Arizona. There family moved often while he was small.

Dad didn’t ever really talk about his childhood. He would share a few stories of adventures that he would have with Bobbie Payne, Allan Deathridge and other Gilbert friends.

Dad met Geneva Berryhill in 1959, when he and his brother Lonnie ran across our mom and her sister Elma Lee on the side of the road with a flat tire. Dad and Mom were married on August 16, 1960 for time and eternity in the Mesa Arizona temple. 10 months later I joined the family. In the next 7 years 4 more children would join the family, Bruce, Morris, Rowland and Darlene.

Dad was a hard worker and did all he could to provide for his family the best he could.
He farmed for Kenyon Udall, at Renolds Metal, Beaner’s Precast Cement, where some of his work can still be seen in the old downtown Mesa buildings and churches. Dad worked for his brother John on the Turley ranch through out our childhood. Dad passed the quality of being a hard and dependable worker on to his children.

Dad was a natural salesman. He moved his family to Spokane, Washington in 1976 to sale Ralco a feed supplement for cattle. He was very successful with this business though it meant days on the road. In 1982 dad started a paint thinner recycling business called “Sol-Kleen” this also required again a lot of time on the road.
He and mom made many life long friends while living in Spokane. In 1989 dad sold the Sol-Kleen business and moved back to Arizona.

Dad was always looking for a get rich quick plan.
After coming back to Arizona he and Rowland started bottling Horseradish under the name of Wrangle.
Dad loved his family and his friends, he was as loyal of a friend as you could have.
Dad loved trucks, and what ever he was driving was the “best” there was!
The same when for his dogs… he loved showing everyone how smart his Australian Shepard, Rojo was by playing the game… “Come here, go out”.

Dad loved his family and was so proud of his grandchildren. They were truly his pride and joy.

As we set around sharing memories, we laughed as we remembered him laying on the floor playing cards, him cracking pecans, always having a phone always with in hand reach, his hunting stories, Oh, how he loved to hunt, first with his friends, then his sons and later his grandsons.

As his children, we knew if he was in his room and he called you to “Come Here” you were about to get an “interview”/ lecture about something.
The grandchildren got their share of interviews also that could include anything from going on a mission to earning their eagles in scouting or doing good in school. Though their greatest memories were that of playing Lions, Tigers and Bears with him.

Dad was a prankster, he loved a good joke and some that were not that good. He loved to play games with his grandchildren when they would be in the car suddenly grandpa would tell them he was lost and needed them to tell him how to get home, you know he would never turn the way they directed him to.

Dad enjoyed calling lots of people, and I believe that will be one of the things we will all miss… dad’s phone call to see what you were doing or share a silly joke or share his opinion on what ever was on his mind that day.

Dad was a Cowboy at heart. He always dreamed of having a ranch with cattle on it. He loved to ride horses and being outside in the mountains.

Dad had a very strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He loved sharing the book of Mormon. He use to drive with a case of book of Mormon’s in his truck. He would ask total strangers if they liked to read and if they would like to read about Indians that lived on the American continent hundred years ago… and then would tell them that he had a book for them to read.
He would “make you a deal” if you read the book of Mormon.

Dad loved the missionaries. He loved to be able to feed them, ride with them and have them over. He loved to be able to have those who had questions about the church come over and make smores around his camp fire and visit.
He was so proud of his sons and his grandchildren who had served missions and would speak of how he knew that those grandchildren that had yet to serve would be good missionaries too.

On April 25, 1994, our mom, Geneva passed away. Her passing left dad alone and sad.

Dad met Barbara Buchannon and pursed her until she finally gave in and they were sealed on October 6, 2000 in the Mesa Arizona temple.
Together they fulfilled one of dad’s dreams of serving a mission when they were called to serve at Cove Fort, Utah. He loved every minute of his time there.
We are grateful to Barbara for helping dad to get on the straight and narrow path to our Father in heaven, for being his companion and friend for the last 14 years.