a sermon
John 10:
Abundant life is a promise of the Gospel, the promise of Jesus himself.
I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. Abundant life in a biblical sense has
very little to do with the accumulation of wealth or possessions.
If anyone ever lived an abundant, boundless, life without measure, it was Buddy Howard.
Next door he met another boy who would become a lifelong friend, and even his next door neighbor
for the better part of his life. He and his new friend Harold Clarke did all the things little
boys did in small towns.
At a young age Buddy fell in love with the automobile. His first one was half interest, with
Harold, in an old Model T Ford that they saved from being a make shift saw mill. He would
eventually own hundreds of cars in his lifetime. Nolan says he remembers spending many Saturday
nights at the car auction with his daddy, buying old clunkers.
I asked him, did Buddy fix them up, and he said, "No!" But he always had a fine car too.
Speaking of war, there is no way we can remember and honor Buddy Howard without mentioning his
military service in World War II. As we see this flag draped coffin, we are reminded that
he was a true patriot. He loved his country and was proud of his service to her.
He was a United States Navy Seebee, and along with fellow Seebees with whom he would maintain
contact the rest of his life, he built airstrips in the South Pacific. On these airstrips is
where he fell in love with airplanes.
On a personal note, I shared his fascination with airplanes and on several occasions went to him
for help in identifying planes in old photos I have. In retrospect, I have to admit I enjoyed
hearing his stories a lot more than I enjoyed looking at pictures of airplanes. Oh, if we only
had time to tell all of the tales that came from his days in the Navy.
The war was over, and Buddy still in the Navy was recovering in the hospital from an appendectomy
when he fell in love again. This time to a nurse named Belle. The day after he was released from
the hospital he came back "looking". He says it was for that French nurse.We know better, Belle.
Can you believe he was still telling that story after 52 years of marriage?
Buddy loved children! Just ask his own. He went out of his way to make holidays special,
particularly Halloween and Christmas. They always managed to have a family vacation trip.
He was forever building things for his own children and the children of the neighborhood;
boats, go-carts, make shift sleds, all manner of things. Some worked, some didn't, and some didn't
work on purpose,but they always had fun. All the children loved him, because he was really just
a big kid himself.
He was especially proud of his grandchildren and his great-granddaughter.
Buddy liked to have fun. He loved to play. Nobody, I mean nobody loved a practical joke
more than Buddy Howard. Even if it was calling Belle an hour before their wedding to say it it
was off, Or telling the post office attendant that the package of prescription drugs he picked up
was the ashes of a deceased relative. He was always pulling somebody's leg.
And surprises! Oh, he loved surprises.
By his own admission he had trouble showing emotion. So he was like the little boy on the playground
pulling our pigtails . If he picked on you, he liked you.
Oh, by the way. Speaking of practical jokes, at the request of Belle, Nolan, Neil, and Leigh
there seems to be one practical joke left unexplained in their neighborhood.
This card entitles bearer to lifetime membership for bearer and his
family, and entitles him to all privileges as listed below, subject to rules
as shone on reverse side.
Rules:
I'm told the Clarkes never really knew where that card came from. Now you know!
Buddy also loved music, especially the big bands. You heard some of his collection
as you were gathering here this afternoon. How many of you knew he was the first ever drum-major
at Mary Persons High School? People from all over the country would contact him for song lyrics,
titles, and tunes. He loved music.
Whether through military history, cars, or music, Buddy had a gift for connecting people
and staying connected to them. This gift came into full bloom with his last love affair,
the computer, the computer that he swore he would never have.
Tears flowed like water at my house last night on hearing of Buddy's departure yesterday!
[My wife] Barbara and I bawled like babies for a while! I am 80 years old and I have Macular
Degeneration so am legally blind and have not been able to read for the past year.
As a result Barbara has had to read Buddy's email to me. This is how [she] got to feeling so
close to Buddy.
I feel that I have lost the best friend, a friend closer to me than any other. As you are no
doubt aware, I met Buddy on the internet about ...2 or 3 years ago when he answered a message
I placed on an internet bulletin board asking if anyone had experienced the typhoon "Louise" off
the coast of Okinawa in October of 1945.
[Since then] we have communicated...at least one email a week to [each] other. Barbara and I
will miss those emails very much... We really appreciated Buddy's witty, sense of humor and
intelligence.
Guess what! Buddy never did ask what I did for a living and I never told him either.
That's one thing that appealed to me about Buddy - he didn't care what I did - it made no
difference to him, whether I was a garbage collector or a major corporation president....
I bet Buddy was a great husband, father and grandfather and it appears that he had many, many friends!...
I'm sorry that Buddy and I never met. I will miss him very much. I feel as if he were one of my family!
[Our] prayers are with you and your family.
Sincerely,
Wow!
He never even met Buddy.
Yes, I would say Buddy Howard lived an abundant life. I would say he claimed that promise of the Gospel
with every ounce of his spirit. And the memories, the stories, the joy, the love that he leaves
not only to those of us here today, but to scores of others is a testament to boundless, measureless, abundant love of life.
Belle, Nolan, Leigh, Neal, grandchildren, other family, friends,
by Andrew Walton
based on John 10:7, 9(b), 10(b) for the funeral of
E. F. Buddy Howard, January 25, 2001
7 So again Jesus said to them, Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for
the sheep.
9 (b) Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and
find pasture.
10 (b) I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.
The Greek word for abundance would perhaps best be translated into English as without measure
or boundless.
Life without measure. Boundless life. Abundant life.
Perhaps, in the beginning it was from necessity. His childhood was turbulent, torn between a
mother and father who dealt with demons of their own, he found himself spending more and more time,
especially summers, in Forsyth with his aunt and uncle.
One of their favorite things to do was shoot ducks. No they weren't hunters. They didn't even
own guns. Shooting ducks was the art of finding long, clean cigarette butts and taking them to
the barn to finish off. However their duck shooting days ended abruptly when Buddy polished
off most of a cigar before going to a revival meeting at the Methodist church, where he
interrupted the service doing what little boys do after smoking cigars.
That was only one of hundreds of exploits of his younger days. He was already enjoying life to
its fullest.
Leigh tells me he owned one of the first Mercedes in Forsyth. But, it turned out to be a lemon.
He ended up calling Mercedes officials in Germany telling them, "No wonder you lost the damn war!"
Surprise parties, surprise gifts, surprise trips.
He loved keeping a secret and then springing it on someone. When you got in a car with Buddy
you never knew where you may end up. He may even be on the way to the airport.
Jokes and surprises were Buddy's way of telling you he cared.
It seems that their neighbors put in a swimming pool one time, and all around town little cards
like this appeared:
H. G. CLARKE RECREATION PARK
Privileges:
Through his computer he was able to connect with hundreds of military friends and make hundreds
of new ones. Allow me to share portions of just one letter that came in the other day:
Dear Belle,
Charles Hymes
American Fork, Utah
we will miss Buddy, but we will be remiss if we stay sad too long.