Allen Abels WEMPLE

Male 1925 - 2007  (81 years)

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  • Name Allen Abels WEMPLE 
    Born 29 Oct 1925  Blossom, TX Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Died 06 Aug 2007  Midland, TX Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I5851  Wemple Family Ancestry
    Last Modified 13 Dec 2017 

    Father Fred Allen WEMPLE,   b. 11 Jul 1892, Bonham, TX Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 29 Sep 1967, Huston, TX Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 75 years) 
    Mother Edith Marie ABELS,   b. 31 Mar 1899, Pattonville, Lamar County, TX Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 05 Mar 1993, Paris, TX Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 93 years) 
    Married 07 Jun 1921  Blossom, TX Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F1832  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family Anne Louise BATES,   b. 28 Mar 1927, Graham, Young Co., TX Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 02 Feb 2007, Midland, TX Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 79 years) 
    Married 27 Nov 1948  Lubbock, TX Find all individuals with events at this location 
     1. Allen Abels WEMPLE
     2. William Scott WEMPLE
     3. Sharon Diane WEMPLE
     4. Susan Elaine WEMPLE
    Last Modified 13 Dec 2017 
    Family ID F1836  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Notes 
    • Allen A. Wemple assisted the compiler a great deal by sending newspaper clippings of his immediate family and obtaining and correcting dates and spelling. His assistance is acknowledged and greatly appreciated. DRW

      Obituary, Source Unknown

      Allen Abels Wemple Allen Abels Wemple, Sr., 81, went to be with his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Monday, Aug. 6, 2007, following complications with his long battle with diabetes. Visitation will be held Aug 9, 6-7 pm at Ellis Funeral Home, 801 Andrews Highway. Midland, Texas 79701 (432)683-5555. A celebration of his life will be held Friday, Aug 10 at Ellis Funeral Home at 9 am.

      Mr. Wemple was born October 29, 1925, in Blossom, Texas to Fred and Edith (Abels) Wemple. He was raised and educated in Midland. He graduated from Midland High School in 1942 and then attended Shriner Institute in Kerrville, Texas. He enlisted in the United Sates Navy Armed Guard in 1943, serving primarily in the Pacific theatre as a gunner, providing vital protection to merchant ships during World War II. He was present for the Japanese surrender in the Phillipines in 1945.

      Upon his return to Midland after the war he helped manage Wemple's Music Store for many years. Following the closing of this family owned business he served faithfully as general manager of R & R Electronic Supply Company in Midland where he retired from. He was an accomplished jazz drummer and spent many enjoyable hours playing his drums with various jazz groups in the West Texas area in the 1950's and 60's. He was a member of the West Texas Jazz Society, the American Legion and former member and officer of the Rotary Club of Midland.

      He was christened Randad by his grandchildren. He was a member of the First United Methodist Church of Midland. He was preceded in death by his devoted and loyal wife of 58 years, Anne Bates Wemple. He was also preceded in death by his parents, Fred Allen and Edith Abels Wemple.

      Survivors include Allen Jr. of Midland and Scott and his wife Alana Wemple of Spring; two daughters and their husbands, Susan and Kevin Courtney of Midland and Diane and Gary LoRusso of Palmer, Alaska; seven grandchildren, Casey and Lauren Courtney of Midland, Gabriel LoRusso of Palmer, Alaska, Collin and Kendal Murphy of Spring, and Keaton and Cassidy Anne Wemple of Spring. Other survivors include\par Mr. and Mrs. Wemple's siblings and their spouses, Edith Avery of Austin, Ted and Georgann Wemple of Odessa, Evelyn and Terrel Allen of Austin, Lucille Wemple of Midland, Marjorie and Wayne Bain of Grand Junction, Colo., Jack and Freda Bates of Waco and Lois Bates of Dallas. He also leaves many nieces, nephews, neighbors, friends and fellow jazz enthusiasts.

      The family request that memorials be directed to Hospice of Midland, 911 W. Texas, Midland, TX.

      Eulogy in honor of Mr. Allen Abels Wemple, Sr., Randad Written and delivered by Cliff Avery, eldest nephew of Allen's on August 10, 2007 at Ellis Funeral Home, Midland, Texas.

      Today we celebrate the life of a great man.

      In many cultures on our planet it falls on the uncle - the mother's brother to become the primary male figure involved in raising a child. In the United Sates, of course, that is not the case But in the Wemple family in the 1950's and 60's we had some real brushes with that culture, of uncles helping to raise their nephews and nieces. I stand here today as a grateful beneficiary of Allen Wemple's willingness to assume that role, to show me how to live - just as he showed his own children.

      Most of that transfer-of-knowledge came at family events, notably Christmases at Nana and Doda's - the old Wemple headquarters at 504 North Loraine.

      When all the family was together, when we kids were small, there was an electricity in the air that was bigger than any unopened present brighter than all the lights on the tree even that controversial aluminum Christmas tree that Nana bought.

      It was a jovial kind of magic that Allen and Ted and Terrell and even my dad at times worked without wands or words on incantation. They used items like pop-out spring snakes and wisecracks to keep the laughter flowing.

      I relished being there with them. Some kids would lie in their beds on Christmas eve to wonder if reindeer would fly: I would lie awake wondering what zingers would fly the next day and how I could chime in.

      It was a family tradition that went way back. I remember that some years ago Allen resurrected a tape of a radio show sponsored by Eveready Tire and Battery, the initial family enterprise. It included what best could be described as gleeful corn of the Wemple kids - my mother, Allen, Ted, Evelyn and maybe baby Lucille - entertaining the world or at least the world within reach of the radio station. If the Wemple kids had been born 60 years later, they would have been bloggers.

      So on Christmas day here were men, veterans from the War - Allen was a naval gunner who was there to see the recapture of the Philippines, for crying out loud - But when it was time to have family fun at home after the war, the uncles were right there in the middle of the kids, giving no quarter and asking none. We laughed.

      Allen's laugh was a wonderful thing to behold. It started with a twinkle in his eye, then a wide grin spread across his face. A timid chuckle grew into a full-body guffaw, his shoulders bouncing like they were on a trampoline.

      It was a powerful model and I will always be grateful for the gift of humor that Allen and Ted and Terrell gave me, no matter how much trouble it got me into over the years.

      Along with his humor, Allen was accomplished in the arts. He was a fine illustrator and cartoonist. He illustrated his high school annual. I had the best poster in the campaign for 7th Grade Class President at San Jacinto Junior High, Allen's drawing of John F. Kennedy was quite remarkable.

      Allen as you know, was also a gifted musician. He played trombone in the Midland High Band and was a jazz drummer throughout his life. This is one place where he couldn't quite help me. To all his offers to give me drums and drum lessons, my mother always said no. I was not until I was a parent myself that I fully understood why mom didn't want drums in the house.

      Allen always faced a tough decision whether to be in the band or out on the dance floor dancing to its music. He loved to dance.

      I remember when Midland High had its big all-class reunion in 2000, I arrived at the Midland Civic Center ready to par-tay. I walked into the ballroom (about where Joe Kirland's lunch counter used to be) and was stunned to watch Allen and Anne glide across the dance floor. They were so graceful and accomplished, I didn't recover my nerve to dance until they moved the music out into the dark of Wall Street later that night.

      Allen could have a job as an instructor in the Dr. Scholl's School of Dance. He taught Diane and Susan, and later Casey and Lauren how to dance by allowing them to stand on his feet as he showed them the steps.

      Susan remembers that when Allen would come home from work, her mother Anne would be in the kitchen and would begin to dance - kind of like a Mexican hat dance. He would join her and they would end in a big hug and kiss. How they loved each other, Susan marvels. And, indeed, they were marvelous.

      Sons of great men - men who build roads or change governments - understand that they have an obligation. They must not tarnish their father's greatness and they must find their own path to greatness.

      So it was with Allen. His greatness came with his devotion to his family. When Allen Jr. and Scott finished mowing the lawn, Allen would fire up filet mignons on the grill as a reward. Diane remembers a family vacation in the Davis Mountains when Allen used a routine encounter with the Border Patrol to open his heart to his children about issues of poverty and justice.

      Scott recalls when Allen consoled him on the death of Scott's dog, Bear. Scott was a full grown man by then, but Allen held him and grieved with him and, Scott recalls. the I love yous came a lot easier.

      As you might expect, there was Allen's whimsy to keep things fun over on Kansas street and how he looked forward to grandson Gabe's visits from the frozen tundra of Alaska. Casey and Lauren could always count on Randad to roll out the Lincoln Logs or be an attentive audience for a puppet show.

      And there was the time when the family was driving down the Andrews Highway back in the 60's. Scott noticed that Big Red the Walt Disney film about an Irish setter was playing at the Chief Drive-In. Scott, as all kids do, though he'd give it a shot: Dad, Big Red's playing. Can we see it? You know, when you're a kid, you think that maybe, if you keep asking long enough, the adults will pencil you in a week or so Not Allen. Allen made a U-Turn on the highway and took the family to the movie.

      In fact, family was the topic of what you might call my final exam as I visited Allen, my humor instructor, in the nursing home just a few weeks ago. He had lost his sight and his mobility. We were a long way from the Christmases at 504 North Loraine.

      We were able to chat about family though. I noted that Scott, who married late, and his wife are expecting another child, the third in five years.

      I told him, You know, Allen, it appears like 'ol Scott has found his range and is making up for lost time. I saw a twinkle in his eye. His mouth spread into a wide grin. A timid chuckle grew into a full-body guffaw and his shoulders, there in the bed, bounced like they were on trampolines.

      Thanks for teaching me Allen.

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