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Don Gregory Stewart was born October 1, 1942 and passed away June 17, 2021. He was 78 years old. He was preceded in death by his wife of 53 years Carrol Stewart, his mother and father Mildred Ann Gregory Stewart, and Verl Lee (Jack) Stewart. He had a heart of the purest gold and he never met a stranger. He could get caught up in some tangled stories just by saying "HI! How are you?!" If you knew where the restroom was and stayed for a bit, you were practically family in his mind. Family came first, and friends were family. He'd help just about everyone, without hesitation or prejudice.
He was like a second dad to many in the Casa Grande neighborhood. And even some from outside the neighborhood. Everyone was welcomed at 106 South. If he had it, you were welcome to it. When he cooked, if you didn't like it, the offer always stood, "I'll go get you a hamburger if you don't like it. Don't eat it, if you don't like it." His words could be colorful at times, and would make you blush. But he always told you the truth no matter how much you didn't want to hear it. "If I've told you the truth, I've done the very best for ya I know how to do!" He loved fiercely and gave his loyalty expecting the same in return. He had an effect on people he just didn't see or understand.
He had a work ethic like no other. And he believed that unless you're sick, you get up and go to work. Sick was one thing, drunk sick was self-inflicted and no excuse, you get up and go to work. He got up at 3:00am/4:00am to get ready for work. He passed this on to everyone that work for or with him, especially his sons. Over the years, he worked in the Oil fields and the oil industry, the IRS, owned a nursery and M.A. Stewart Foundation and Fence Drilling. He loved his wife and she him. When she passed in February of 19', he was lost, lonely and broken-hearted. He lost his compass and didn't know how to move forward. Now he is at peace, pain free, whole in mind and body, and reunited with his love. It is believed that she gave him a huge hug, then whooped him for all the stress he caused, THEN, she hugged him again.
While in the Army, he fell in love with all things German. One of the things he loved the most was his time with the German Clubs here in Dallas. Don and Carrol were one of the founding members of S.T.V. Almrausch and they loved dancing with everyone, even if his lederhosen were just a little too short. They performed at the Addison Oktoberfest and several others around the DFW metroplex. He always stated that "You can't be around a German event and not have fun." He loved everything about his time with the German Clubs, especially Almrausch. He even framed the clubs unofficial motto…" If we're not having fun, we're doing something WRONG!"
He loved his granddaughters more than can be described. They were told every time they talked, or saw him just how special they were to him. And he lit up glowing when they said "Love you PawPaw." Don was born October 1, 1942 and he always had a joke about that date. Ask his sons about it and they'll tell it, privately. He is survived by his two sons; Joseph Stewart, his wife Teri, and daughters Hannah, and Leah; Michael Stewart, and his daughters Taylor, and Trystan; cousins, Steven Stewart, Lisa Stewart, Melinda Hardin AND many "adopted" children, Rusty Boykin, Craig Rentzel, and too many more to all be named.
Don Gregory Stewart was born October 1, 1942 and passed away June 17, 2021. He was 78 years old. He was preceded in death by his wife of 53 years Carrol Stewart, his mother and father Mildred Ann Gregory Stewart, and Verl Lee (Jack) Stewart. He had a heart of the purest gold and he never met a stranger. He could get caught up in some tangled stories just by saying "HI! How are you?!" If you knew where the restroom was and stayed for a bit, you were practically family in his mind. Family came first, and friends were family. He'd help just about everyone, without hesitation or prejudice.
He was like a second dad to many in the Casa Grande neighborhood. And even some from outside the neighborhood. Everyone was welcomed at 106 South. If he had it, you were welcome to it. When he cooked, if you didn't like it, the offer always stood, "I'll go get you a hamburger if you don't like it. Don't eat it, if you don't like it." His words could be colorful at times, and would make you blush. But he always told you the truth no matter how much you didn't want to hear it. "If I've told you the truth, I've done the very best for ya I know how to do!" He loved fiercely and gave his loyalty expecting the same in return. He had an effect on people he just didn't see or understand.
He had a work ethic like no other. And he believed that unless you're sick, you get up and go to work. Sick was one thing, drunk sick was self-inflicted and no excuse, you get up and go to work. He got up at 3:00am/4:00am to get ready for work. He passed this on to everyone that work for or with him, especially his sons. Over the years, he worked in the Oil fields and the oil industry, the IRS, owned a nursery and M.A. Stewart Foundation and Fence Drilling. He loved his wife and she him. When she passed in February of 19', he was lost, lonely and broken-hearted. He lost his compass and didn't know how to move forward. Now he is at peace, pain free, whole in mind and body, and reunited with his love. It is believed that she gave him a huge hug, then whooped him for all the stress he caused, THEN, she hugged him again.
While in the Army, he fell in love with all things German. One of the things he loved the most was his time with the German Clubs here in Dallas. Don and Carrol were one of the founding members of S.T.V. Almrausch and they loved dancing with everyone, even if his lederhosen were just a little too short. They performed at the Addison Oktoberfest and several others around the DFW metroplex. He always stated that "You can't be around a German event and not have fun." He loved everything about his time with the German Clubs, especially Almrausch. He even framed the clubs unofficial motto…" If we're not having fun, we're doing something WRONG!"
He loved his granddaughters more than can be described. They were told every time they talked, or saw him just how special they were to him. And he lit up glowing when they said "Love you PawPaw." Don was born October 1, 1942 and he always had a joke about that date. Ask his sons about it and they'll tell it, privately. He is survived by his two sons; Joseph Stewart, his wife Teri, and daughters Hannah, and Leah; Michael Stewart, and his daughters Taylor, and Trystan; cousins, Steven Stewart, Lisa Stewart, Melinda Hardin AND many "adopted" children, Rusty Boykin, Craig Rentzel, and too many more to all be named.
Obituary
Don Gregory Stewart was born October 1, 1942 and passed away June 17, 2021. He was 78 years old. He was preceded in death by his wife of 53 years Carrol Stewart, his mother and father Mildred Ann Gregory Stewart, and Verl Lee (Jack) Stewart. He had a heart of the purest gold and he never met a stranger. He could get caught up in some tangled stories just by saying "HI! How are you?!" If you knew where the restroom was and stayed for a bit, you were practically family in his mind. Family came first, and friends were family. He'd help just about everyone, without hesitation or prejudice.
He was like a second dad to many in the Casa Grande neighborhood. And even some from outside the neighborhood. Everyone was welcomed at 106 South. If he had it, you were welcome to it. When he cooked, if you didn't like it, the offer always stood, "I'll go get you a hamburger if you don't like it. Don't eat it, if you don't like it." His words could be colorful at times, and would make you blush. But he always told you the truth no matter how much you didn't want to hear it. "If I've told you the truth, I've done the very best for ya I know how to do!" He loved fiercely and gave his loyalty expecting the same in return. He had an effect on people he just didn't see or understand.
He had a work ethic like no other. And he believed that unless you're sick, you get up and go to work. Sick was one thing, drunk sick was self-inflicted and no excuse, you get up and go to work. He got up at 3:00am/4:00am to get ready for work. He passed this on to everyone that work for or with him, especially his sons. Over the years, he worked in the Oil fields and the oil industry, the IRS, owned a nursery and M.A. Stewart Foundation and Fence Drilling. He loved his wife and she him. When she passed in February of 19', he was lost, lonely and broken-hearted. He lost his compass and didn't know how to move forward. Now he is at peace, pain free, whole in mind and body, and reunited with his love. It is believed that she gave him a huge hug, then whooped him for all the stress he caused, THEN, she hugged him again.
While in the Army, he fell in love with all things German. One of the things he loved the most was his time with the German Clubs here in Dallas. Don and Carrol were one of the founding members of S.T.V. Almrausch and they loved dancing with everyone, even if his lederhosen were just a little too short. They performed at the Addison Oktoberfest and several others around the DFW metroplex. He always stated that "You can't be around a German event and not have fun." He loved everything about his time with the German Clubs, especially Almrausch. He even framed the clubs unofficial motto…" If we're not having fun, we're doing something WRONG!"
He loved his granddaughters more than can be described. They were told every time they talked, or saw him just how special they were to him. And he lit up glowing when they said "Love you PawPaw." Don was born October 1, 1942 and he always had a joke about that date. Ask his sons about it and they'll tell it, privately. He is survived by his two sons; Joseph Stewart, his wife Teri, and daughters Hannah, and Leah; Michael Stewart, and his daughters Taylor, and Trystan; cousins, Steven Stewart, Lisa Stewart, Melinda Hardin AND many "adopted" children, Rusty Boykin, Craig Rentzel, and too many more to all be named.
Don Gregory Stewart was born October 1, 1942 and passed away June 17, 2021. He was 78 years old. He was preceded in death by his wife of 53 years Carrol Stewart, his mother and father Mildred Ann Gregory Stewart, and Verl Lee (Jack) Stewart. He had a heart of the purest gold and he never met a stranger. He could get caught up in some tangled stories just by saying "HI! How are you?!" If you knew where the restroom was and stayed for a bit, you were practically family in his mind. Family came first, and friends were family. He'd help just about everyone, without hesitation or prejudice.
He was like a second dad to many in the Casa Grande neighborhood. And even some from outside the neighborhood. Everyone was welcomed at 106 South. If he had it, you were welcome to it. When he cooked, if you didn't like it, the offer always stood, "I'll go get you a hamburger if you don't like it. Don't eat it, if you don't like it." His words could be colorful at times, and would make you blush. But he always told you the truth no matter how much you didn't want to hear it. "If I've told you the truth, I've done the very best for ya I know how to do!" He loved fiercely and gave his loyalty expecting the same in return. He had an effect on people he just didn't see or understand.
He had a work ethic like no other. And he believed that unless you're sick, you get up and go to work. Sick was one thing, drunk sick was self-inflicted and no excuse, you get up and go to work. He got up at 3:00am/4:00am to get ready for work. He passed this on to everyone that work for or with him, especially his sons. Over the years, he worked in the Oil fields and the oil industry, the IRS, owned a nursery and M.A. Stewart Foundation and Fence Drilling. He loved his wife and she him. When she passed in February of 19', he was lost, lonely and broken-hearted. He lost his compass and didn't know how to move forward. Now he is at peace, pain free, whole in mind and body, and reunited with his love. It is believed that she gave him a huge hug, then whooped him for all the stress he caused, THEN, she hugged him again.
While in the Army, he fell in love with all things German. One of the things he loved the most was his time with the German Clubs here in Dallas. Don and Carrol were one of the founding members of S.T.V. Almrausch and they loved dancing with everyone, even if his lederhosen were just a little too short. They performed at the Addison Oktoberfest and several others around the DFW metroplex. He always stated that "You can't be around a German event and not have fun." He loved everything about his time with the German Clubs, especially Almrausch. He even framed the clubs unofficial motto…" If we're not having fun, we're doing something WRONG!"
He loved his granddaughters more than can be described. They were told every time they talked, or saw him just how special they were to him. And he lit up glowing when they said "Love you PawPaw." Don was born October 1, 1942 and he always had a joke about that date. Ask his sons about it and they'll tell it, privately. He is survived by his two sons; Joseph Stewart, his wife Teri, and daughters Hannah, and Leah; Michael Stewart, and his daughters Taylor, and Trystan; cousins, Steven Stewart, Lisa Stewart, Melinda Hardin AND many "adopted" children, Rusty Boykin, Craig Rentzel, and too many more to all be named.
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