Alan Lamar Brown, 66, an oilfield worker, passed away Wednesday, Jan. 2, 2013 in Granbury. Graveside service: 2:pm. Saturday, Jan. 5, 2013 at Holly Hills Memorial Park. Visitation was set for 5:30 – 7 p.m. Friday, Jan 4, 2013 at Martin’s Funeral Home. Survivors: Daughters, Jennifer Rhodes and Kristine Crooks; two grandchildren; siblings, Dean BlaylockContinue Reading
Maranatha
left a message on November 26, 2013:
My last visit with Uncle Alan was a good one and will always be a good memory for me. I was traveling in Texas and he met up with me. He drove up in a really cool vintage car, hopped out with a Tshirt and cut off shorts while eating a bag of boiled peanuts. (Which he promptly offered to share with me). I have few memories with him but they are all good ones. He will be missed.
Brad McCall
left a message on November 6, 2013:
Uncle Alan was fond of music and he and Uncle Kenny would always play guitars and sing - especially anything Jimmy Buffett. Alan and Kenny nicknamed me 'Bard' when I was young. I can still here Alan calling me Bard when first seeing him on a family visit. One weekend back in the 1970s while still living at home with Mom and my siblings, we were awakened at 2:30 in the morning by the sound of the tune 'Dueling Banjos'. I opened the front door and found Alan and Kenny playing away. This was a great surprise, as they had driven a couple of hours with Uncle Larry to surprise us with a visit.
Kristine Brown Crooks
left a message on November 6, 2013:
What I remember most about my dad was how handsome I always thought he was. He had such a magnetic personality he lit up a room when he walked in. He was a cool kat for sure. He could pick up anything new and perfect it as if he had done that task forever. He was an avid sailor. I loved sailing with him and listening to Christopher Cross. Jennifer and I would be sitting on the side of the boat and dad would pull in the sail so all of the sudden we were almost totally in the water. Dad taught me how to water ski. He sat in the water with me the whole time until I got up. I skied for many years after and became good at it. Dad learned to fly planes and would take me flying with him on a Saturday. He was great at anything he put his mind to. I loved sitting around and singing with him and watching he and Uncle Kenny play dueling banjo's. I love my dad and wish could hug him and tell him now. I am sure he is watching from above. Love you Dad!!!!
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Maranatha
left a message on November 26, 2013:
My last visit with Uncle Alan was a good one and will always be a good memory for me. I was traveling in Texas and he met up with me. He drove up in a really cool vintage car, hopped out with a Tshirt and cut off shorts while eating a bag of boiled peanuts. (Which he promptly offered to share with me). I have few memories with him but they are all good ones. He will be missed.
Brad McCall
left a message on November 6, 2013:
Uncle Alan was fond of music and he and Uncle Kenny would always play guitars and sing - especially anything Jimmy Buffett. Alan and Kenny nicknamed me 'Bard' when I was young. I can still here Alan calling me Bard when first seeing him on a family visit. One weekend back in the 1970s while still living at home with Mom and my siblings, we were awakened at 2:30 in the morning by the sound of the tune 'Dueling Banjos'. I opened the front door and found Alan and Kenny playing away. This was a great surprise, as they had driven a couple of hours with Uncle Larry to surprise us with a visit.
Kristine Brown Crooks
left a message on November 6, 2013:
What I remember most about my dad was how handsome I always thought he was. He had such a magnetic personality he lit up a room when he walked in. He was a cool kat for sure. He could pick up anything new and perfect it as if he had done that task forever. He was an avid sailor. I loved sailing with him and listening to Christopher Cross. Jennifer and I would be sitting on the side of the boat and dad would pull in the sail so all of the sudden we were almost totally in the water. Dad taught me how to water ski. He sat in the water with me the whole time until I got up. I skied for many years after and became good at it. Dad learned to fly planes and would take me flying with him on a Saturday. He was great at anything he put his mind to. I loved sitting around and singing with him and watching he and Uncle Kenny play dueling banjo's. I love my dad and wish could hug him and tell him now. I am sure he is watching from above. Love you Dad!!!!
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