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 Duval “Buddy” Stallings

Duval “Buddy” Stallings

Birth
Grayson, Caldwell Parish, Louisiana, USA
Death 14 Jan 1992 (aged 91)
Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana, USA
Burial Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana, USA
Plot Section G, Plot 768, Lot 1
Memorial ID 63050324 · View Source
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❤★☆★❤ My Beloved Daddy ❤★☆★❤
World War I Army Veteran

"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself." ~ John Gregory Brown, American Novelist

Duval (nickname Buddy) Stallings was born and reared in Grayson, Louisiana and a life-long resident of Louisiana.
He was a World War I Army veteran and a patriot to the core. He registered with the US Army in 1915, two days after he turned 15. He attended Tulane University in New Orleans upon graduation of high school in 1917. That fall he was called into service, stationed in Germany.
Daddy, with his rigid self-discipline and orderly mind, planned on making the Army his career. But in 1920, his mother unexpectedly passed away at the age of forty-two, leaving his father alone to rear the younger children. Daddy had to come home on a military hardship discharge to assist in rearing four sisters and one brother, the latter who was only four years old. He taught school at Grayson in the interim so that he could be a constant in the lives of his sisters and brother. That done, he resumed his personal life, marrying his first wife when he was twenty-six.
In mid-1942 at the age of forty-one, he registered in the Army again, but wasn't called to serve during World War II.
After twenty-six years of marriage he became a childless widower at fifty-two and shortly thereafter, he would meet his much younger second wife, Esther Lee Savage, my mother, adopting me, Susie Mitcheline Stallings Bachman, nearly three years before he and she had children. Daddy and Mama were married June 20, 1953. Daddy later had five biological children with my mother.
He lived in Keithville and passed away in Shreveport at Schumpert Medical Center on January 14, 1992 following a lengthy illness, suffering the last fifteen years of his life with Alzheimer's and Parkinson's diseases. Each disease in itself is heartbreaking, but having the two together is absolutely devastating. He would have been ninety-two years old the fall of 1992, the year of his passing.
Daddy was my hero and I attempted to mimic most everything he said and did. As a child, I was his little "Sugar." I so miss hearing that one sweet, sweet endearment!
He passed his lifetime love of history, his deep love of reading good literature, and listening to music of many genres on to me. We often shared conversations on all, especially history and lit. He had a photographic memory and could recite verbatim long works of poetry and passages in other literary works.
Up until his 70s, he dearly loved hunting and fishing. He had a great sense of humor and a deep, rumbling belly laugh. No matter how badly you felt, his contagious laughter would bring a smile to your face. He continued to work tirelessly until his health forced him to retire at the age of seventy-two.
Always laughing, always whistling - he's very much missed. ❤

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God saw you were getting tired; He did what He thought best, He put His arms around you and said, "Come and rest." ~ Author Unknown

"My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne." ~ Hank Williams Jr

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Daddy's Hands
I remember Daddy's hands, folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back for something done right.
There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the man,
But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'.
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle
But I've come to understand,
There was always love in Daddy's hands.
I remember Daddy's hands, working 'til they bled,
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'.
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle
But I've come to understand,
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'.
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle
But I've come to understand,
There was always love ...
In Daddy's hands.
Performed by: Holly Dunn



Inscription

DUVAL STALLINGS
PFC US ARMY
WORLD WAR I
SEP 10 1900 JAN 14 1992


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  • Originally Created by: Ron Manley
  • Added: 18 Dec 2010
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  • Find A Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com : accessed ), memorial page for Duval “Buddy” Stallings (10 Sep 1900–14 Jan 1992), Find A Grave Memorial no. 63050324, citing Forest Park Cemetery West, Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana, USA ; Maintained by sniksnak (contributor 47573113) .