Brett Wayne Gibson was a husband, father, son, brother, uncle, friend, and a helper.
Brett started his career as an X-ray technician, then spent 30 years in the school system as he served as a math teacher, assistant principal, and principal. He loved his co-workers and students. He loved nothing more than having his former students come up and talk about the time that he was their principal. His four kids often took advantage of being able to go down the hall to ask dad for gas or lunch money during the middle of the school day. They also remember scrounging through his desk drawers for change so they could get purple skittles and nacho cheese Bugles out of the vending machines when waiting for him to finish his work day.
One of Brett's favorite things were his hunting trips to his brother Bruce's cabin in Marmaduke. But really, what he valued the most were the times spent with his brothers, his son, and good friends telling stories, laughing, and the delicious meals they prepared and shared together. He would always bring home the leftover food he made for everyone to try.
Brett was always ready for a vacation. Specifically, a 7-day cruise. You could catch him at every buffet, dining room brunch or dinner, and midnight lido deck parties. He loved talking to the people who worked on the boat and making them laugh. He loved when the cruises involved our friends (especially Jamie's girlfriends) because he always had an audience to entertain. You could hear his laugh, or sometimes deep chuckle, after one of his own jokes from a mile away.
At home, you would find Brett snoozing on the couch with some sort of CSI show in the background, working outside, or in the kitchen whipping up different concoctions. Whether you wanted a bite or not, you would get one. Almost every meal he made to him was "the best I've ever made." It didn't matter if he picked up fast food or pizza. He did not want you to eat it until he put it all on plates for his "food preparation" or "newked" it in the oven or air fryer. Presentation was everything when it came to his food, even if it was on paper plates.
Recently, Brett spent a lot of time with his mother-in-law, Flo (MawMaw). They were big buddies. Mawmaw loved to tell the grandkids about how mad he would make her, but she always followed up with how good he was or how much she loved him. Brett was the son to Jamie's dad, James, that he never had. They spent many days together working in the garden, raising cows, planting the Bradford pears down the driveway, and just being friends.
Brett loved having kids, which is why there are four. He just wanted one more to cross over from a small family to a large family. "Just one more, Jamie." So, Sally and Molly went quickly to Sally, Molly, Abby, and Ty. He loved how those four names sounded together.
For his kids, they found Brett was the simple reasoning when they were faced with any difficulty that may have seemed complicated. He was calm, listened, and was slow to anger. He always wanted the kids' friends to come over and loved to cook for them and tell jokes and stories. He was the goofy parent and the one who freely handed out the cash and added excitement at Christmas by buying them scratch-off tickets. At the same time, he was always quick to order four iced waters at any restaurant before they could order a soda. When in doubt of dinner plans for the kids, two 20-piece nuggets and 2 large fries from McDonalds was an easy solution. He loved everything about being a dad, and they loved him right back.
For his six siblings, Brett was always their "little brother". Some of their memories are of Brett selling Grit Newspapers, mowing yards at Harvey's Chapel Cemetery, and endless hours spent playing basketball at the Marmaduke gym with his brothers and many friends. Later in life, as the Gibson families expanded they continued to gather each year at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Brett displayed his excellent cooking skills by providing a delicious assortment of smoked meats for every meal. Nothing brought our brother greater joy than bringing a smile to our mom's face when they spent time together. They shared countless times of laughter throughout the years.
For his wife, Brett was a constant. They were married at Walcott Baptist Church on July 28, 1986. They shared their first home together in Walcott. Five years later, they moved to the hill on Commissary where they built their home. Brett was involved with every detail from clearing the land, planting the trees, and making it feel like a retreat. He raised cows, chickens, and Boxers to name a few. With time, those things stopped but the things to do around the house always grew. Brett and Jamie managed a firework stand with the help of their friends and family for close to 30 years. They were some of the hottest and hardest days but also some of the most fun and memorable for all involved. Brett grew to love inside dogs as the years went on. He treated two Shih Tzu's, Julie and Paris, like babies for 11 years. His current buddy was a Golden Doodle named Bonnie who he enjoyed cooking for as well.
From the Gibson Gang: Family is everything. Life comes with sunshine and storms but to the Lord there is no difference between dark and light, to Him they are the same. He is always with you. You are His. He meets you on the floor of suffering, and with Him, we are in the green pastures. Brett and I went to revival a couple of weeks ago at Walcott with Bro. Mel Poe, who married us 35 years ago. In this sermon, the whole reason of the life we have been given here, was spoken. Is your name written in the Lamb's book of life, God's book? May this story of a beautiful, steady, scarred, strong, daddy, brother, son, friend and husband be a story that points you to the one who has known you before you were known. Jesus has already spoken and said, "We are going to the other side." If you are not sure that you will live in Heaven after your life ends here, come talk to us. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning if we know Jesus. Thank you for loving Brett and for loving us.
Brett Wayne Gibson, 59, of Beech Grove, passed away Saturday, October 23, 2021. He was born November 27, 1961, in Leachville, to Elton Ray Gibson, Sr. and Evelyn Lela Gibson. He was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church.
Brett was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Donald Gibson; and nephew, Kris McNeely.
Survivors include his wife of 35 years, Jamie Gibson of the home; son and daughter-in-law, Ty and Emily Gibson of Jonesboro; daughters and sons-in-law, Sally Gibson of Beech Grove, Molly and Austin Miller of Beech Grove, Abby and Chandler Cupp of Paragould; brothers, Elton Gibson, Jr. (Lorene) and Bruce Gibson; sisters, Rebecca Edwards (Harold), Carolyn McNeely (Jerry), and Rayanna Gibson (Dalton); nephews, Jonathan Edwards, Jack Dalton, and Harry Dalton; nieces, Amanda Vestal and Jennifer Edwards; great nephew Felix McNeely; great nieces Neely and Lela Vestal.
The family will receive friends Wednesday, October 27, from 12:30 p.m. until 2:30 p.m. at Phillips Funeral Home. Burial service will be following at Mt. Zion Cemetery with Kim Bridges officiating. Tim Gardner, Monte Stallings, Brent Stallings, Scott Horrell, Kevin Gill, Dale Schenk, and James Brittingham will serve as pall bearers. Honorary pall bearers include Chester Key, Mike Edwards, Terry Huckabay, Steve Bateman, and David Dudley.
Brett started his career as an X-ray technician, then spent 30 years in the school system as he served as a math teacher, assistant principal, and principal. He loved his co-workers and students. He loved nothing more than having his former students come up and talk about the time that he was their principal. His four kids often took advantage of being able to go down the hall to ask dad for gas or lunch money during the middle of the school day. They also remember scrounging through his desk drawers for change so they could get purple skittles and nacho cheese Bugles out of the vending machines when waiting for him to finish his work day.
One of Brett's favorite things were his hunting trips to his brother Bruce's cabin in Marmaduke. But really, what he valued the most were the times spent with his brothers, his son, and good friends telling stories, laughing, and the delicious meals they prepared and shared together. He would always bring home the leftover food he made for everyone to try.
Brett was always ready for a vacation. Specifically, a 7-day cruise. You could catch him at every buffet, dining room brunch or dinner, and midnight lido deck parties. He loved talking to the people who worked on the boat and making them laugh. He loved when the cruises involved our friends (especially Jamie's girlfriends) because he always had an audience to entertain. You could hear his laugh, or sometimes deep chuckle, after one of his own jokes from a mile away.
At home, you would find Brett snoozing on the couch with some sort of CSI show in the background, working outside, or in the kitchen whipping up different concoctions. Whether you wanted a bite or not, you would get one. Almost every meal he made to him was "the best I've ever made." It didn't matter if he picked up fast food or pizza. He did not want you to eat it until he put it all on plates for his "food preparation" or "newked" it in the oven or air fryer. Presentation was everything when it came to his food, even if it was on paper plates.
Recently, Brett spent a lot of time with his mother-in-law, Flo (MawMaw). They were big buddies. Mawmaw loved to tell the grandkids about how mad he would make her, but she always followed up with how good he was or how much she loved him. Brett was the son to Jamie's dad, James, that he never had. They spent many days together working in the garden, raising cows, planting the Bradford pears down the driveway, and just being friends.
Brett loved having kids, which is why there are four. He just wanted one more to cross over from a small family to a large family. "Just one more, Jamie." So, Sally and Molly went quickly to Sally, Molly, Abby, and Ty. He loved how those four names sounded together.
For his kids, they found Brett was the simple reasoning when they were faced with any difficulty that may have seemed complicated. He was calm, listened, and was slow to anger. He always wanted the kids' friends to come over and loved to cook for them and tell jokes and stories. He was the goofy parent and the one who freely handed out the cash and added excitement at Christmas by buying them scratch-off tickets. At the same time, he was always quick to order four iced waters at any restaurant before they could order a soda. When in doubt of dinner plans for the kids, two 20-piece nuggets and 2 large fries from McDonalds was an easy solution. He loved everything about being a dad, and they loved him right back.
For his six siblings, Brett was always their "little brother". Some of their memories are of Brett selling Grit Newspapers, mowing yards at Harvey's Chapel Cemetery, and endless hours spent playing basketball at the Marmaduke gym with his brothers and many friends. Later in life, as the Gibson families expanded they continued to gather each year at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Brett displayed his excellent cooking skills by providing a delicious assortment of smoked meats for every meal. Nothing brought our brother greater joy than bringing a smile to our mom's face when they spent time together. They shared countless times of laughter throughout the years.
For his wife, Brett was a constant. They were married at Walcott Baptist Church on July 28, 1986. They shared their first home together in Walcott. Five years later, they moved to the hill on Commissary where they built their home. Brett was involved with every detail from clearing the land, planting the trees, and making it feel like a retreat. He raised cows, chickens, and Boxers to name a few. With time, those things stopped but the things to do around the house always grew. Brett and Jamie managed a firework stand with the help of their friends and family for close to 30 years. They were some of the hottest and hardest days but also some of the most fun and memorable for all involved. Brett grew to love inside dogs as the years went on. He treated two Shih Tzu's, Julie and Paris, like babies for 11 years. His current buddy was a Golden Doodle named Bonnie who he enjoyed cooking for as well.
From the Gibson Gang: Family is everything. Life comes with sunshine and storms but to the Lord there is no difference between dark and light, to Him they are the same. He is always with you. You are His. He meets you on the floor of suffering, and with Him, we are in the green pastures. Brett and I went to revival a couple of weeks ago at Walcott with Bro. Mel Poe, who married us 35 years ago. In this sermon, the whole reason of the life we have been given here, was spoken. Is your name written in the Lamb's book of life, God's book? May this story of a beautiful, steady, scarred, strong, daddy, brother, son, friend and husband be a story that points you to the one who has known you before you were known. Jesus has already spoken and said, "We are going to the other side." If you are not sure that you will live in Heaven after your life ends here, come talk to us. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning if we know Jesus. Thank you for loving Brett and for loving us.
Brett Wayne Gibson, 59, of Beech Grove, passed away Saturday, October 23, 2021. He was born November 27, 1961, in Leachville, to Elton Ray Gibson, Sr. and Evelyn Lela Gibson. He was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church.
Brett was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Donald Gibson; and nephew, Kris McNeely.
Survivors include his wife of 35 years, Jamie Gibson of the home; son and daughter-in-law, Ty and Emily Gibson of Jonesboro; daughters and sons-in-law, Sally Gibson of Beech Grove, Molly and Austin Miller of Beech Grove, Abby and Chandler Cupp of Paragould; brothers, Elton Gibson, Jr. (Lorene) and Bruce Gibson; sisters, Rebecca Edwards (Harold), Carolyn McNeely (Jerry), and Rayanna Gibson (Dalton); nephews, Jonathan Edwards, Jack Dalton, and Harry Dalton; nieces, Amanda Vestal and Jennifer Edwards; great nephew Felix McNeely; great nieces Neely and Lela Vestal.
The family will receive friends Wednesday, October 27, from 12:30 p.m. until 2:30 p.m. at Phillips Funeral Home. Burial service will be following at Mt. Zion Cemetery with Kim Bridges officiating. Tim Gardner, Monte Stallings, Brent Stallings, Scott Horrell, Kevin Gill, Dale Schenk, and James Brittingham will serve as pall bearers. Honorary pall bearers include Chester Key, Mike Edwards, Terry Huckabay, Steve Bateman, and David Dudley.
Brett Wayne Gibson was a husband, father, son, brother, uncle, friend, and a helper.
Brett started his career as an X-ray technician, then spent 30 years in the school system as he served as a math teacher, assistant principal, and principal. He loved his co-workers and students. He loved nothing more than having his former students come up and talk about the time that he was their principal. His four kids often took advantage of being able to go down the hall to ask dad for gas or lunch money during the middle of the school day. They also remember scrounging through his desk drawers for change so they could get purple skittles and nacho cheese Bugles out of the vending machines when waiting for him to finish his work day.
One of Brett's favorite things were his hunting trips to his brother Bruce's cabin in Marmaduke. But really, what he valued the most were the times spent with his brothers, his son, and good friends telling stories, laughing, and the delicious meals they prepared and shared together. He would always bring home the leftover food he made for everyone to try.
Brett was always ready for a vacation. Specifically, a 7-day cruise. You could catch him at every buffet, dining room brunch or dinner, and midnight lido deck parties. He loved talking to the people who worked on the boat and making them laugh. He loved when the cruises involved our friends (especially Jamie's girlfriends) because he always had an audience to entertain. You could hear his laugh, or sometimes deep chuckle, after one of his own jokes from a mile away.
At home, you would find Brett snoozing on the couch with some sort of CSI show in the background, working outside, or in the kitchen whipping up different concoctions. Whether you wanted a bite or not, you would get one. Almost every meal he made to him was "the best I've ever made." It didn't matter if he picked up fast food or pizza. He did not want you to eat it until he put it all on plates for his "food preparation" or "newked" it in the oven or air fryer. Presentation was everything when it came to his food, even if it was on paper plates.
Recently, Brett spent a lot of time with his mother-in-law, Flo (MawMaw). They were big buddies. Mawmaw loved to tell the grandkids about how mad he would make her, but she always followed up with how good he was or how much she loved him. Brett was the son to Jamie's dad, James, that he never had. They spent many days together working in the garden, raising cows, planting the Bradford pears down the driveway, and just being friends.
Brett loved having kids, which is why there are four. He just wanted one more to cross over from a small family to a large family. "Just one more, Jamie." So, Sally and Molly went quickly to Sally, Molly, Abby, and Ty. He loved how those four names sounded together.
For his kids, they found Brett was the simple reasoning when they were faced with any difficulty that may have seemed complicated. He was calm, listened, and was slow to anger. He always wanted the kids' friends to come over and loved to cook for them and tell jokes and stories. He was the goofy parent and the one who freely handed out the cash and added excitement at Christmas by buying them scratch-off tickets. At the same time, he was always quick to order four iced waters at any restaurant before they could order a soda. When in doubt of dinner plans for the kids, two 20-piece nuggets and 2 large fries from McDonalds was an easy solution. He loved everything about being a dad, and they loved him right back.
For his six siblings, Brett was always their "little brother". Some of their memories are of Brett selling Grit Newspapers, mowing yards at Harvey's Chapel Cemetery, and endless hours spent playing basketball at the Marmaduke gym with his brothers and many friends. Later in life, as the Gibson families expanded they continued to gather each year at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Brett displayed his excellent cooking skills by providing a delicious assortment of smoked meats for every meal. Nothing brought our brother greater joy than bringing a smile to our mom's face when they spent time together. They shared countless times of laughter throughout the years.
For his wife, Brett was a constant. They were married at Walcott Baptist Church on July 28, 1986. They shared their first home together in Walcott. Five years later, they moved to the hill on Commissary where they built their home. Brett was involved with every detail from clearing the land, planting the trees, and making it feel like a retreat. He raised cows, chickens, and Boxers to name a few. With time, those things stopped but the things to do around the house always grew. Brett and Jamie managed a firework stand with the help of their friends and family for close to 30 years. They were some of the hottest and hardest days but also some of the most fun and memorable for all involved. Brett grew to love inside dogs as the years went on. He treated two Shih Tzu's, Julie and Paris, like babies for 11 years. His current buddy was a Golden Doodle named Bonnie who he enjoyed cooking for as well.
From the Gibson Gang: Family is everything. Life comes with sunshine and storms but to the Lord there is no difference between dark and light, to Him they are the same. He is always with you. You are His. He meets you on the floor of suffering, and with Him, we are in the green pastures. Brett and I went to revival a couple of weeks ago at Walcott with Bro. Mel Poe, who married us 35 years ago. In this sermon, the whole reason of the life we have been given here, was spoken. Is your name written in the Lamb's book of life, God's book? May this story of a beautiful, steady, scarred, strong, daddy, brother, son, friend and husband be a story that points you to the one who has known you before you were known. Jesus has already spoken and said, "We are going to the other side." If you are not sure that you will live in Heaven after your life ends here, come talk to us. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning if we know Jesus. Thank you for loving Brett and for loving us.
Brett Wayne Gibson, 59, of Beech Grove, passed away Saturday, October 23, 2021. He was born November 27, 1961, in Leachville, to Elton Ray Gibson, Sr. and Evelyn Lela Gibson. He was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church.
Brett was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Donald Gibson; and nephew, Kris McNeely.
Survivors include his wife of 35 years, Jamie Gibson of the home; son and daughter-in-law, Ty and Emily Gibson of Jonesboro; daughters and sons-in-law, Sally Gibson of Beech Grove, Molly and Austin Miller of Beech Grove, Abby and Chandler Cupp of Paragould; brothers, Elton Gibson, Jr. (Lorene) and Bruce Gibson; sisters, Rebecca Edwards (Harold), Carolyn McNeely (Jerry), and Rayanna Gibson (Dalton); nephews, Jonathan Edwards, Jack Dalton, and Harry Dalton; nieces, Amanda Vestal and Jennifer Edwards; great nephew Felix McNeely; great nieces Neely and Lela Vestal.
The family will receive friends Wednesday, October 27, from 12:30 p.m. until 2:30 p.m. at Phillips Funeral Home. Burial service will be following at Mt. Zion Cemetery with Kim Bridges officiating. Tim Gardner, Monte Stallings, Brent Stallings, Scott Horrell, Kevin Gill, Dale Schenk, and James Brittingham will serve as pall bearers. Honorary pall bearers include Chester Key, Mike Edwards, Terry Huckabay, Steve Bateman, and David Dudley.
Brett started his career as an X-ray technician, then spent 30 years in the school system as he served as a math teacher, assistant principal, and principal. He loved his co-workers and students. He loved nothing more than having his former students come up and talk about the time that he was their principal. His four kids often took advantage of being able to go down the hall to ask dad for gas or lunch money during the middle of the school day. They also remember scrounging through his desk drawers for change so they could get purple skittles and nacho cheese Bugles out of the vending machines when waiting for him to finish his work day.
One of Brett's favorite things were his hunting trips to his brother Bruce's cabin in Marmaduke. But really, what he valued the most were the times spent with his brothers, his son, and good friends telling stories, laughing, and the delicious meals they prepared and shared together. He would always bring home the leftover food he made for everyone to try.
Brett was always ready for a vacation. Specifically, a 7-day cruise. You could catch him at every buffet, dining room brunch or dinner, and midnight lido deck parties. He loved talking to the people who worked on the boat and making them laugh. He loved when the cruises involved our friends (especially Jamie's girlfriends) because he always had an audience to entertain. You could hear his laugh, or sometimes deep chuckle, after one of his own jokes from a mile away.
At home, you would find Brett snoozing on the couch with some sort of CSI show in the background, working outside, or in the kitchen whipping up different concoctions. Whether you wanted a bite or not, you would get one. Almost every meal he made to him was "the best I've ever made." It didn't matter if he picked up fast food or pizza. He did not want you to eat it until he put it all on plates for his "food preparation" or "newked" it in the oven or air fryer. Presentation was everything when it came to his food, even if it was on paper plates.
Recently, Brett spent a lot of time with his mother-in-law, Flo (MawMaw). They were big buddies. Mawmaw loved to tell the grandkids about how mad he would make her, but she always followed up with how good he was or how much she loved him. Brett was the son to Jamie's dad, James, that he never had. They spent many days together working in the garden, raising cows, planting the Bradford pears down the driveway, and just being friends.
Brett loved having kids, which is why there are four. He just wanted one more to cross over from a small family to a large family. "Just one more, Jamie." So, Sally and Molly went quickly to Sally, Molly, Abby, and Ty. He loved how those four names sounded together.
For his kids, they found Brett was the simple reasoning when they were faced with any difficulty that may have seemed complicated. He was calm, listened, and was slow to anger. He always wanted the kids' friends to come over and loved to cook for them and tell jokes and stories. He was the goofy parent and the one who freely handed out the cash and added excitement at Christmas by buying them scratch-off tickets. At the same time, he was always quick to order four iced waters at any restaurant before they could order a soda. When in doubt of dinner plans for the kids, two 20-piece nuggets and 2 large fries from McDonalds was an easy solution. He loved everything about being a dad, and they loved him right back.
For his six siblings, Brett was always their "little brother". Some of their memories are of Brett selling Grit Newspapers, mowing yards at Harvey's Chapel Cemetery, and endless hours spent playing basketball at the Marmaduke gym with his brothers and many friends. Later in life, as the Gibson families expanded they continued to gather each year at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Brett displayed his excellent cooking skills by providing a delicious assortment of smoked meats for every meal. Nothing brought our brother greater joy than bringing a smile to our mom's face when they spent time together. They shared countless times of laughter throughout the years.
For his wife, Brett was a constant. They were married at Walcott Baptist Church on July 28, 1986. They shared their first home together in Walcott. Five years later, they moved to the hill on Commissary where they built their home. Brett was involved with every detail from clearing the land, planting the trees, and making it feel like a retreat. He raised cows, chickens, and Boxers to name a few. With time, those things stopped but the things to do around the house always grew. Brett and Jamie managed a firework stand with the help of their friends and family for close to 30 years. They were some of the hottest and hardest days but also some of the most fun and memorable for all involved. Brett grew to love inside dogs as the years went on. He treated two Shih Tzu's, Julie and Paris, like babies for 11 years. His current buddy was a Golden Doodle named Bonnie who he enjoyed cooking for as well.
From the Gibson Gang: Family is everything. Life comes with sunshine and storms but to the Lord there is no difference between dark and light, to Him they are the same. He is always with you. You are His. He meets you on the floor of suffering, and with Him, we are in the green pastures. Brett and I went to revival a couple of weeks ago at Walcott with Bro. Mel Poe, who married us 35 years ago. In this sermon, the whole reason of the life we have been given here, was spoken. Is your name written in the Lamb's book of life, God's book? May this story of a beautiful, steady, scarred, strong, daddy, brother, son, friend and husband be a story that points you to the one who has known you before you were known. Jesus has already spoken and said, "We are going to the other side." If you are not sure that you will live in Heaven after your life ends here, come talk to us. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning if we know Jesus. Thank you for loving Brett and for loving us.
Brett Wayne Gibson, 59, of Beech Grove, passed away Saturday, October 23, 2021. He was born November 27, 1961, in Leachville, to Elton Ray Gibson, Sr. and Evelyn Lela Gibson. He was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church.
Brett was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Donald Gibson; and nephew, Kris McNeely.
Survivors include his wife of 35 years, Jamie Gibson of the home; son and daughter-in-law, Ty and Emily Gibson of Jonesboro; daughters and sons-in-law, Sally Gibson of Beech Grove, Molly and Austin Miller of Beech Grove, Abby and Chandler Cupp of Paragould; brothers, Elton Gibson, Jr. (Lorene) and Bruce Gibson; sisters, Rebecca Edwards (Harold), Carolyn McNeely (Jerry), and Rayanna Gibson (Dalton); nephews, Jonathan Edwards, Jack Dalton, and Harry Dalton; nieces, Amanda Vestal and Jennifer Edwards; great nephew Felix McNeely; great nieces Neely and Lela Vestal.
The family will receive friends Wednesday, October 27, from 12:30 p.m. until 2:30 p.m. at Phillips Funeral Home. Burial service will be following at Mt. Zion Cemetery with Kim Bridges officiating. Tim Gardner, Monte Stallings, Brent Stallings, Scott Horrell, Kevin Gill, Dale Schenk, and James Brittingham will serve as pall bearers. Honorary pall bearers include Chester Key, Mike Edwards, Terry Huckabay, Steve Bateman, and David Dudley.
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