In Memoriam
W. A. Rosbrugh, a long time resident of Inola, passed away September 22, 2009. He would have celebrated his 88th birthday March 29. He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Eunice, his four children and their families, Beverly, Ted, Gary and Donna; and his two grandsons and their families, Bryan McCracken and Bill McCracken. Bill gave this tribute to his grandfather during the graveside services on September 25, 2009. The Patriot Guard Riders provided the escort to Highland Cemetery on that day.
This morning, we are honored to have known an American hero. Our proud Navy veteran, and an example of the American dream lived to its finest, Red Rosbrugh inspired and touched all of us during his life's journey.
Some called him Bill, some when he was ornery called him Willie, many saw him as Red, and those that adored him called him Daddy or Grandpa, a man of many different names, all had the same character, our Rock of Gibraltar.
My grandfather was a man's man, cut from a different pattern of cloth. He was one in the crowd that you knew, or knew of, from a story you heard from someone. Some stories you believed were possible, others left you thinking about it and had to ask. He was always considered a fair and equitable man, a man of great integrity, a constant thinker, and one you never saw taking the easy way to success. He could build many things, with the simplest of tools and some great ingenuity. If they didn't make it, he would build it. There was nothing he couldn't fix if he had the time and left over parts. Red was a man of strong will and opinion. Red was immensely clever and never afraid to take on a challenge. If you crossed him, you better have help, but he was the "True Grit" community brother that everyone could count on in a time of need.
Having him walk among you brought balance, and safety knowing everything would be all right when he was near.
My grandfather's love of his family, especially the children, whether his own, or yours, he would capture their hearts for hours. When a child spent just a few minutes with him, they were surely convinced that St. Nicholas was staring right at them. He had the way to make each child feel like it was Christmas with him. Whether a gift, a special time showing you how to craft something, saddling up your pony for your, fixing the things you broke, you always had his undivided attention and never felt rushed or hurried, or he had better things to do. He loved every minute he spent with you. His heart was as big as his favorite Dallas football team.
A man once could be defined simply by his handshake. In meeting Red, you would find a firm grip, one hand reached out well in front, and more that half way to greet you. This hand would be rough from the week's long hours. This hand you would notice was just wiped clean for you from grease, or dirt, and usually had several cuts on it where a wrench didn't hold and cut his hand pretty good. You would easily notice that he did his own work.
The other hand you never paid attention to, but it was touching your shoulder to embrace you as someone he knew. It was there to steady you and to hold you to his attention, because he had a lot to share with you and you probably were going to be there a while until his story finished.
If my grandpa took a shine to you, you would hear a different name when he addressed you. He would find something you did, looked like at one time, or said something, and you earned the badge of a nickname. This was his way of telling you he loved you enough to care, to think of a name that only you and he would understand and when he said your new name, it was your connection only to him.
Red Rosbrugh was a master at teasing; his cleverness was second to none. His teasing was known by many, was never to hurt in any way. Instead, his love of you and his ability to tease you with common things was his way of helping you forget about life's troubles for a few moments and to have an honest belly laugh. You hated it that he got you, but in the same light, you never forgot the time he shared with you. Hopefully, you remember the time he took to tease you, the fact that he cared about you, and took the time to bring some laughter into your life...that you remember that his cleverness and it still brings a smile today.
To his friends from long ago or ones that had a brief chance to share his special time, to his four children, we as his grandchildren, to his great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren, it's our turn to tell his story. A father to many, a friend to all, a hero to our freedom, the great story teller we must remember and carry his tradition on. As you tell your story of Red Rosbrugh, tell it with the same patience and energy that you were drawn to, and finish with the same Red Rosbrugh smile that he made you feel when he was done.
To his beautiful wife, my grandma, my grandfather is doing what he always does for our family. His love for you, and his family was warm, genuine, and never ending. He has found the path to Heaven and will be there to guide each of us, one by one, in our journey to a higher place, and we will notice the hand guiding us looks so familiar...
Your loving grandson,
Billy "Whitey" McCracken
from the Inola Independent
March 31, 2010
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Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home & Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87.
The son of William Henry and Alma (Moody) Rosbrugh was born March 29, 1922, in Wagoner. He lived in California for a short while, before moving back to Inola. Willie served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. He was a self-employed plumber; and also worked for Central Plumbing and Blackburn Plumbing. On June 19, 1945, Willie married Eunice Bernice Cummins in Tulsa. Willie enjoyed being outside, and spending time with his family. He loved hunting when he was younger, and also enjoyed horses.
Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; brothers-in-law: LaVerne Cummins of Portland, OR, and Raymond Buster Cummins of Tulsa; sisters-in-law, Elsie Stout of Chouteau; and grandchildren: Bryan McCracken of Tulsa, and Bill McCracken of Olathe, KS.
He is preceded in death by his parents, 3 brothers, and 3 sisters.
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Rosbrugh, Willie Arthur
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home and Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87. Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; and 2 grandchildren.
View Willie's online tribute and sign his memory book at www.mmsfuneralhomes.com.
Published in the Claremore Progress from 9/24/2009 - 9/25/2009
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Willie Arthur Rosbrugh, 87, retired plumber, died Tuesday. Graveside service 11 a.m. Friday, Highland Cemetery. Inola Funeral Home.
W. A. Rosbrugh, a long time resident of Inola, passed away September 22, 2009. He would have celebrated his 88th birthday March 29. He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Eunice, his four children and their families, Beverly, Ted, Gary and Donna; and his two grandsons and their families, Bryan McCracken and Bill McCracken. Bill gave this tribute to his grandfather during the graveside services on September 25, 2009. The Patriot Guard Riders provided the escort to Highland Cemetery on that day.
This morning, we are honored to have known an American hero. Our proud Navy veteran, and an example of the American dream lived to its finest, Red Rosbrugh inspired and touched all of us during his life's journey.
Some called him Bill, some when he was ornery called him Willie, many saw him as Red, and those that adored him called him Daddy or Grandpa, a man of many different names, all had the same character, our Rock of Gibraltar.
My grandfather was a man's man, cut from a different pattern of cloth. He was one in the crowd that you knew, or knew of, from a story you heard from someone. Some stories you believed were possible, others left you thinking about it and had to ask. He was always considered a fair and equitable man, a man of great integrity, a constant thinker, and one you never saw taking the easy way to success. He could build many things, with the simplest of tools and some great ingenuity. If they didn't make it, he would build it. There was nothing he couldn't fix if he had the time and left over parts. Red was a man of strong will and opinion. Red was immensely clever and never afraid to take on a challenge. If you crossed him, you better have help, but he was the "True Grit" community brother that everyone could count on in a time of need.
Having him walk among you brought balance, and safety knowing everything would be all right when he was near.
My grandfather's love of his family, especially the children, whether his own, or yours, he would capture their hearts for hours. When a child spent just a few minutes with him, they were surely convinced that St. Nicholas was staring right at them. He had the way to make each child feel like it was Christmas with him. Whether a gift, a special time showing you how to craft something, saddling up your pony for your, fixing the things you broke, you always had his undivided attention and never felt rushed or hurried, or he had better things to do. He loved every minute he spent with you. His heart was as big as his favorite Dallas football team.
A man once could be defined simply by his handshake. In meeting Red, you would find a firm grip, one hand reached out well in front, and more that half way to greet you. This hand would be rough from the week's long hours. This hand you would notice was just wiped clean for you from grease, or dirt, and usually had several cuts on it where a wrench didn't hold and cut his hand pretty good. You would easily notice that he did his own work.
The other hand you never paid attention to, but it was touching your shoulder to embrace you as someone he knew. It was there to steady you and to hold you to his attention, because he had a lot to share with you and you probably were going to be there a while until his story finished.
If my grandpa took a shine to you, you would hear a different name when he addressed you. He would find something you did, looked like at one time, or said something, and you earned the badge of a nickname. This was his way of telling you he loved you enough to care, to think of a name that only you and he would understand and when he said your new name, it was your connection only to him.
Red Rosbrugh was a master at teasing; his cleverness was second to none. His teasing was known by many, was never to hurt in any way. Instead, his love of you and his ability to tease you with common things was his way of helping you forget about life's troubles for a few moments and to have an honest belly laugh. You hated it that he got you, but in the same light, you never forgot the time he shared with you. Hopefully, you remember the time he took to tease you, the fact that he cared about you, and took the time to bring some laughter into your life...that you remember that his cleverness and it still brings a smile today.
To his friends from long ago or ones that had a brief chance to share his special time, to his four children, we as his grandchildren, to his great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren, it's our turn to tell his story. A father to many, a friend to all, a hero to our freedom, the great story teller we must remember and carry his tradition on. As you tell your story of Red Rosbrugh, tell it with the same patience and energy that you were drawn to, and finish with the same Red Rosbrugh smile that he made you feel when he was done.
To his beautiful wife, my grandma, my grandfather is doing what he always does for our family. His love for you, and his family was warm, genuine, and never ending. He has found the path to Heaven and will be there to guide each of us, one by one, in our journey to a higher place, and we will notice the hand guiding us looks so familiar...
Your loving grandson,
Billy "Whitey" McCracken
from the Inola Independent
March 31, 2010
_________
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home & Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87.
The son of William Henry and Alma (Moody) Rosbrugh was born March 29, 1922, in Wagoner. He lived in California for a short while, before moving back to Inola. Willie served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. He was a self-employed plumber; and also worked for Central Plumbing and Blackburn Plumbing. On June 19, 1945, Willie married Eunice Bernice Cummins in Tulsa. Willie enjoyed being outside, and spending time with his family. He loved hunting when he was younger, and also enjoyed horses.
Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; brothers-in-law: LaVerne Cummins of Portland, OR, and Raymond Buster Cummins of Tulsa; sisters-in-law, Elsie Stout of Chouteau; and grandchildren: Bryan McCracken of Tulsa, and Bill McCracken of Olathe, KS.
He is preceded in death by his parents, 3 brothers, and 3 sisters.
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Rosbrugh, Willie Arthur
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home and Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87. Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; and 2 grandchildren.
View Willie's online tribute and sign his memory book at www.mmsfuneralhomes.com.
Published in the Claremore Progress from 9/24/2009 - 9/25/2009
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Willie Arthur Rosbrugh, 87, retired plumber, died Tuesday. Graveside service 11 a.m. Friday, Highland Cemetery. Inola Funeral Home.
In Memoriam
W. A. Rosbrugh, a long time resident of Inola, passed away September 22, 2009. He would have celebrated his 88th birthday March 29. He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Eunice, his four children and their families, Beverly, Ted, Gary and Donna; and his two grandsons and their families, Bryan McCracken and Bill McCracken. Bill gave this tribute to his grandfather during the graveside services on September 25, 2009. The Patriot Guard Riders provided the escort to Highland Cemetery on that day.
This morning, we are honored to have known an American hero. Our proud Navy veteran, and an example of the American dream lived to its finest, Red Rosbrugh inspired and touched all of us during his life's journey.
Some called him Bill, some when he was ornery called him Willie, many saw him as Red, and those that adored him called him Daddy or Grandpa, a man of many different names, all had the same character, our Rock of Gibraltar.
My grandfather was a man's man, cut from a different pattern of cloth. He was one in the crowd that you knew, or knew of, from a story you heard from someone. Some stories you believed were possible, others left you thinking about it and had to ask. He was always considered a fair and equitable man, a man of great integrity, a constant thinker, and one you never saw taking the easy way to success. He could build many things, with the simplest of tools and some great ingenuity. If they didn't make it, he would build it. There was nothing he couldn't fix if he had the time and left over parts. Red was a man of strong will and opinion. Red was immensely clever and never afraid to take on a challenge. If you crossed him, you better have help, but he was the "True Grit" community brother that everyone could count on in a time of need.
Having him walk among you brought balance, and safety knowing everything would be all right when he was near.
My grandfather's love of his family, especially the children, whether his own, or yours, he would capture their hearts for hours. When a child spent just a few minutes with him, they were surely convinced that St. Nicholas was staring right at them. He had the way to make each child feel like it was Christmas with him. Whether a gift, a special time showing you how to craft something, saddling up your pony for your, fixing the things you broke, you always had his undivided attention and never felt rushed or hurried, or he had better things to do. He loved every minute he spent with you. His heart was as big as his favorite Dallas football team.
A man once could be defined simply by his handshake. In meeting Red, you would find a firm grip, one hand reached out well in front, and more that half way to greet you. This hand would be rough from the week's long hours. This hand you would notice was just wiped clean for you from grease, or dirt, and usually had several cuts on it where a wrench didn't hold and cut his hand pretty good. You would easily notice that he did his own work.
The other hand you never paid attention to, but it was touching your shoulder to embrace you as someone he knew. It was there to steady you and to hold you to his attention, because he had a lot to share with you and you probably were going to be there a while until his story finished.
If my grandpa took a shine to you, you would hear a different name when he addressed you. He would find something you did, looked like at one time, or said something, and you earned the badge of a nickname. This was his way of telling you he loved you enough to care, to think of a name that only you and he would understand and when he said your new name, it was your connection only to him.
Red Rosbrugh was a master at teasing; his cleverness was second to none. His teasing was known by many, was never to hurt in any way. Instead, his love of you and his ability to tease you with common things was his way of helping you forget about life's troubles for a few moments and to have an honest belly laugh. You hated it that he got you, but in the same light, you never forgot the time he shared with you. Hopefully, you remember the time he took to tease you, the fact that he cared about you, and took the time to bring some laughter into your life...that you remember that his cleverness and it still brings a smile today.
To his friends from long ago or ones that had a brief chance to share his special time, to his four children, we as his grandchildren, to his great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren, it's our turn to tell his story. A father to many, a friend to all, a hero to our freedom, the great story teller we must remember and carry his tradition on. As you tell your story of Red Rosbrugh, tell it with the same patience and energy that you were drawn to, and finish with the same Red Rosbrugh smile that he made you feel when he was done.
To his beautiful wife, my grandma, my grandfather is doing what he always does for our family. His love for you, and his family was warm, genuine, and never ending. He has found the path to Heaven and will be there to guide each of us, one by one, in our journey to a higher place, and we will notice the hand guiding us looks so familiar...
Your loving grandson,
Billy "Whitey" McCracken
from the Inola Independent
March 31, 2010
_________
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home & Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87.
The son of William Henry and Alma (Moody) Rosbrugh was born March 29, 1922, in Wagoner. He lived in California for a short while, before moving back to Inola. Willie served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. He was a self-employed plumber; and also worked for Central Plumbing and Blackburn Plumbing. On June 19, 1945, Willie married Eunice Bernice Cummins in Tulsa. Willie enjoyed being outside, and spending time with his family. He loved hunting when he was younger, and also enjoyed horses.
Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; brothers-in-law: LaVerne Cummins of Portland, OR, and Raymond Buster Cummins of Tulsa; sisters-in-law, Elsie Stout of Chouteau; and grandchildren: Bryan McCracken of Tulsa, and Bill McCracken of Olathe, KS.
He is preceded in death by his parents, 3 brothers, and 3 sisters.
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Rosbrugh, Willie Arthur
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home and Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87. Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; and 2 grandchildren.
View Willie's online tribute and sign his memory book at www.mmsfuneralhomes.com.
Published in the Claremore Progress from 9/24/2009 - 9/25/2009
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Willie Arthur Rosbrugh, 87, retired plumber, died Tuesday. Graveside service 11 a.m. Friday, Highland Cemetery. Inola Funeral Home.
W. A. Rosbrugh, a long time resident of Inola, passed away September 22, 2009. He would have celebrated his 88th birthday March 29. He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Eunice, his four children and their families, Beverly, Ted, Gary and Donna; and his two grandsons and their families, Bryan McCracken and Bill McCracken. Bill gave this tribute to his grandfather during the graveside services on September 25, 2009. The Patriot Guard Riders provided the escort to Highland Cemetery on that day.
This morning, we are honored to have known an American hero. Our proud Navy veteran, and an example of the American dream lived to its finest, Red Rosbrugh inspired and touched all of us during his life's journey.
Some called him Bill, some when he was ornery called him Willie, many saw him as Red, and those that adored him called him Daddy or Grandpa, a man of many different names, all had the same character, our Rock of Gibraltar.
My grandfather was a man's man, cut from a different pattern of cloth. He was one in the crowd that you knew, or knew of, from a story you heard from someone. Some stories you believed were possible, others left you thinking about it and had to ask. He was always considered a fair and equitable man, a man of great integrity, a constant thinker, and one you never saw taking the easy way to success. He could build many things, with the simplest of tools and some great ingenuity. If they didn't make it, he would build it. There was nothing he couldn't fix if he had the time and left over parts. Red was a man of strong will and opinion. Red was immensely clever and never afraid to take on a challenge. If you crossed him, you better have help, but he was the "True Grit" community brother that everyone could count on in a time of need.
Having him walk among you brought balance, and safety knowing everything would be all right when he was near.
My grandfather's love of his family, especially the children, whether his own, or yours, he would capture their hearts for hours. When a child spent just a few minutes with him, they were surely convinced that St. Nicholas was staring right at them. He had the way to make each child feel like it was Christmas with him. Whether a gift, a special time showing you how to craft something, saddling up your pony for your, fixing the things you broke, you always had his undivided attention and never felt rushed or hurried, or he had better things to do. He loved every minute he spent with you. His heart was as big as his favorite Dallas football team.
A man once could be defined simply by his handshake. In meeting Red, you would find a firm grip, one hand reached out well in front, and more that half way to greet you. This hand would be rough from the week's long hours. This hand you would notice was just wiped clean for you from grease, or dirt, and usually had several cuts on it where a wrench didn't hold and cut his hand pretty good. You would easily notice that he did his own work.
The other hand you never paid attention to, but it was touching your shoulder to embrace you as someone he knew. It was there to steady you and to hold you to his attention, because he had a lot to share with you and you probably were going to be there a while until his story finished.
If my grandpa took a shine to you, you would hear a different name when he addressed you. He would find something you did, looked like at one time, or said something, and you earned the badge of a nickname. This was his way of telling you he loved you enough to care, to think of a name that only you and he would understand and when he said your new name, it was your connection only to him.
Red Rosbrugh was a master at teasing; his cleverness was second to none. His teasing was known by many, was never to hurt in any way. Instead, his love of you and his ability to tease you with common things was his way of helping you forget about life's troubles for a few moments and to have an honest belly laugh. You hated it that he got you, but in the same light, you never forgot the time he shared with you. Hopefully, you remember the time he took to tease you, the fact that he cared about you, and took the time to bring some laughter into your life...that you remember that his cleverness and it still brings a smile today.
To his friends from long ago or ones that had a brief chance to share his special time, to his four children, we as his grandchildren, to his great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren, it's our turn to tell his story. A father to many, a friend to all, a hero to our freedom, the great story teller we must remember and carry his tradition on. As you tell your story of Red Rosbrugh, tell it with the same patience and energy that you were drawn to, and finish with the same Red Rosbrugh smile that he made you feel when he was done.
To his beautiful wife, my grandma, my grandfather is doing what he always does for our family. His love for you, and his family was warm, genuine, and never ending. He has found the path to Heaven and will be there to guide each of us, one by one, in our journey to a higher place, and we will notice the hand guiding us looks so familiar...
Your loving grandson,
Billy "Whitey" McCracken
from the Inola Independent
March 31, 2010
_________
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home & Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87.
The son of William Henry and Alma (Moody) Rosbrugh was born March 29, 1922, in Wagoner. He lived in California for a short while, before moving back to Inola. Willie served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. He was a self-employed plumber; and also worked for Central Plumbing and Blackburn Plumbing. On June 19, 1945, Willie married Eunice Bernice Cummins in Tulsa. Willie enjoyed being outside, and spending time with his family. He loved hunting when he was younger, and also enjoyed horses.
Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; brothers-in-law: LaVerne Cummins of Portland, OR, and Raymond Buster Cummins of Tulsa; sisters-in-law, Elsie Stout of Chouteau; and grandchildren: Bryan McCracken of Tulsa, and Bill McCracken of Olathe, KS.
He is preceded in death by his parents, 3 brothers, and 3 sisters.
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Rosbrugh, Willie Arthur
Graveside service for Willie Arthur Rosbrugh will be 11 a.m., Fri., Sept. 25, at Highland Cemetery with Rev. Jim Page officiating. Burial with military honors by the U.S. Navy will be under the direction of the Inola Funeral Home and Crematory. Visitation will be held at the funeral home Thurs. 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Willie died Tues., Sept. 22, 2009, at Southcrest Hospital, Tulsa, at the age of 87. Willie is survived by his wife, Eunice of the home; sons: Ted A. Rosbrugh of Inola, and Gary A. Rosbrugh and wife, Nasrin of Inola; daughters: Beverly A. Stanley of Tulsa, and Donna S. Rosbrugh of Tulsa; and 2 grandchildren.
View Willie's online tribute and sign his memory book at www.mmsfuneralhomes.com.
Published in the Claremore Progress from 9/24/2009 - 9/25/2009
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Willie Arthur Rosbrugh, 87, retired plumber, died Tuesday. Graveside service 11 a.m. Friday, Highland Cemetery. Inola Funeral Home.
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