Jane- I am sorry for you and your families loss. My prayers are with you
Favorite Memory from Grandson Ross White:
My favorite memory with Papa would have to be sitting at his kitchen table and listening to him tell stories, about how he used to play music on the radio station, having an adult beverage with Hank Williams, fishing with Coach Jensen and last but not least his amazing knowledge of OU football and how he knew stats from games back in the 60's and 70's!
You will missed Papa,
Granddaughter Crystal White's favorite memory of papa:
Growing up I spent a lot of time with Papa and Granny! One of my favorite things to do while visiting them was to play nurse. Papa would be watching tv in his recliner, and I would have tape, scissors, band-aids and sometimes even some type is poking device! Papa would let me doctor him from head to toe pulling off tape, band-aids and possibly even getting a shot with my make shift needle. From then on I was know as Nurse Hazel!
We will miss you so much papa!!!
Grandson Chris York's favorite memories of PaPa:
Many joyful memories of PaPa will be with me all the days of my life. He was and always will be an inspiration to me. His love and dedication to his family, showing us the true meaning of that close family bond and togetherness. I loved sitting at the kitchen table with him and listen to him tell stories of living life to the fullest. Laughing about the many good times, grunting and shaking his head at the few bad times, but never a story of regret. His hard work ethic was also inspiring, knowing that if something was worth doing it was worth doing well. From taking care of the fields to taking care of the garden, he did it all with pride and hard work. Again, sitting at the kitchen table and listening to the stories of life, and many a times tasting the benefits of his labors, from the fresh tomatoes of his garden to the amazing smoked pork chops from his grill. All the grand kids comparing suntans with PaPa to see who's was darker, which he always won, but would tell us to keep working on it, we were getting there. Once again, sitting around the kitchen table, learning all about the history of OU football, it's great legacy, coaches, players, and what it means to be a champion inspired me in so many ways as well.
While sitting around that kitchen table, I never realized what all I was learning from those stories of life. So many happy memories of my Grandpa I will always have, but one of my fondest will be sitting at that kitchen table, learning about life; past, present, and what I can apply to the future. Your love, dedication and devotion will truly be missed, but your memory and life's lessons will carry on. We will see you and Zach on the other side, until then we will keep on loving each other and living life to the fullest.
My memories of PaPa as a little girl were riding around Choctaw in his "old blue" truck and going to the Choctaw Restaurant for breakfast where he drank coffee and bragged about me to his friends. I remember he always told me a bedtime story when I spent the night - he was a great storyteller and really made me believe that the family of monkeys packed their lunches to catch a ride on the train to Missouri for a picnic!! The true love and dedication that PaPa had for his family (especially for Granny) is rare. I hope that we follow his example and continue the traditions he started for our family.
I will miss you PaPa.
Donald Huburtus York
Not many people knew our Dads middle name, our Mother tells the story she did not find out for sometime what the H stood for. Our Dad had Hereditary Rickets Disease, it was why our Dads legs where the way they were.
This disease would have kept a many a men down, after several surgery's to straighten the bones in his legs when he was 8 and with the medical technology being what it was in 1938, it was decided there was not much else they could do for him. Our dad could have chosen a different life with the disability he had, but he never looked at it as a disability.
Our dad started working at the age of 10 on a farm and continued to work when he got out of high school to help support his mom and dad. His disease only kept him from 2 things in life, the military and playing football and even though he could not play football when he was in high school he would lead the team before the games in there warm up calisthenics.
He chose to do what any normal boy or man would do, including getting into a little mischief. If you get a chance to look at some of the pictures you will find this one, him and some of his friends while in high school, got an old jeep to run and as the story goes had went fishing one day and caught a sack full of fish and what little we could find out about the story, our governor at the time had done something that our dad did not agree with so him and his buddies took this jeep and drove it up the steps at the state capital and left a bag off stinking fish at the front door of the capital for the governor.
He meets the love of his life when he was 20 years old, our Mother Jane. They would see each other at the movies and the skating rink, where our Dad would also sing over the loud speaker system. Mom would tell stories of how good of a skater Daddy was and how well he could sing. They soon married and at the age of 21 our Dad started a family. Knowing it would not be easy he done what it took to provide for his family.
He worked where he could find work and not easy jobs, he was a roughneck in the oilfield and later on in his life built wing tips on B52 bombers at Tinker Air Force base, he did what it took to support his family.
After retiring from tinker he still refused not to work, he went to work for Choctaw schools and also joined the Choctaw volunteer fire department. Being a retired firefighter and knowing how tough that job can be I do not know how he done it, but again he did not let his disease stop him, so he answered the call when someone needed help.
He broke his leg in 1974. His bones were so crooked they could not set his leg without a metal plate that had to be special made. Our mother told the story of the doctors who operated on our dad that the surgery room looked like a blacksmiths shop. Again he could have retired and collected disability from the government but although it slowed him down for a while he refused to stop working.
When he was 65 he retired from Choctaw schools but did not stay retired long, within 6 months he returned to work for Choctaw schools and did not step down off that tractor until he was 70. He loved his job at the school, took pride in doing something right, even if it was just a nicely mowed and marked playing field.
Our Dad was diagnosed with liver cancer when he was 79, we thought we might lose him then, but he would not let the cancer beat him; he was not ready to leave us yet.
Our Mothers Brother told the story of how our Dad and Mom was trying to talk our Mothers parents into letting her marry our Dad, she was so young, but what finally convinced them was when our Dad told them he would always take care of her, he kept his word, when he died they had been married 62 years.
Financially we were not rich, but our family was wealthy, we were taught work ethics and standing with your hand over your heart when the national Anthem was played. Our Dad did not have to demand respect he was respect, and anyone who knew him respected him including his children.
He was the greatest man I have ever known or will ever know. Our family will miss him deeply. We are not sure right now we will survive without him, his shoes will be hard to fill.
We have a special family and my older brother Jim, who is now the patriarch of the York family will step in and wear those shoes with a comfortable fit. My sister Brenda takes such good care of our Mom.
I hope your heart rests a little easier today Brenda knowing Daddy and Zach are talking about how OU can beat Notre Dame on Saturday.
With the help of our spouses, children and grandchildren we will pull together and tell stories of the great man we call our Dad.
This was read at the services of Don York by his son Steve, who got these words from listening to his Mother, Brother, Sister and family talk about Don the days before his service.
Don York was one of the most positive influences I had growing up. He was a great teacher / coach and had more patience for working with kids than anyone I know. I didn't realize he started PEE WEE football and baseball in Choctaw but he certainly set a high standard. I'm sure there are a bunch of us around 60-something who had similarly great experiences on Don's teams.
Most of us probably came home with the York family to spend the night with Jim on more occasions than Jane wants to remember. I have nothing but fond memories of those times spent with the York family. My sincere condolences to the family for your loss.
Jane, I am so very sorry to hear about losing Don. I remember when we moved to Choctaw in 1964 you and Don were one of the first families my parents (Modine and Herman Martin) met. My family always thought the world of you and Don York. I will miss seeing him riding around on that big lawn mower at the school yard. He will be missed. Will remember you in our prayers.
Jane, Thinking of you and your family during this time of loss.
You and Don have always meant a great deal to me. You have always been the type of parents and grandparents one should aspire to be. I Love you both. You both are always in my heart.
Don York. How, where do I begin? Such a wonderful man. Always had a smile. Strong in belief, spirit, and physical strength. His laughter and smile was so contagious. Raised his family with love, respect, and dignity. I learned so much from Don the most how to laugh and be a family. I will miss him. The York Family is missing another angel today. But Don and Zach....well they live strong in our hearts, memories, and everything we do.
Thinking of you all and praying for your comfort and strength.
With Love - Starla & Lane
You and all of the family are in our prayers. I especially thank you and Don and your "kids" for helping to provide me with some of the best memories of my childhood. You are all clearly "top shelf" people, and I'm proud to be a part of your family! Some people live their whole lives and never meet a person like Don. A man of Don's character will not be forgotten by those whose lives he touched, and he touched so many! We love you folks dearly! God bless all of you.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the whole family. May God give you strength and understanding through this difficult time. Bob & Donell Davis
What a great guy sorry for your loss
Aunt Jane, my heart and my prayers are with you for your loss of such a fine man, caring husband and father. I remember Don's sense of humor more than anything else about him; a light has gone out in the world with his passing. Please know that prayers are going up for all of you at this time.
May god bless your family in this time of loss.lots of good memories come flooding back. Larry R Carlisle
My heart goes out to you, Aunt Jane. I so enjoyed the video of his life. I know you will miss him but it's great that you have all of those great memories of your years together. I'm thinking of you.
Cindy Gilmore (Rae and Ernie Gilmore's daughter, San Jose, CA)
I loved Don! Always thought of him and coach Jensen as father figures. I guess because I didn't have much of that at home. I really looked up to them. After all, I spent most of my youth playing ball for them. I have a million stories but would like to share a couple of memories I have concerning Don. We could never beat Monroney in baseball! Never! PeeWee's, Midget's, Preps, they always beat us! Until the last game as Preps. We played them the last regular season game at Star Spencer and the second the last out was made, Don ran out on the field from the third base dugout, threw his hat as high in the air as he could and said, "I don't believe it, we finally beat those guys!" Everyone in the stands were just roaring with laughter. I'll never forget it.. A few years later we were playing Legion ball and were going to play a game in Edmond, I think it was the summer Jim and I were both fifteen years old. Not old enough to drive yet, so we needed a ride to Edmond. The day before, Don had told us he would be home from work at 5:00, and to be ready to go when he got there. The next day we were sitting on your big front porch with our uniforms on and Don pulls in at 5:00, he goes in the house for a couple of minutes, comes out and says lets go. We pile in the truck, with me in the middle of course because I was the smallest, and off we go. He's going the back way to Edmond, up Harper to 36th go to Hiwasse and go North. We get 4 or 5 miles from the house and Jim says, "Daddy, I left my glove at home." (OUCH!)Don went through the roof!! He said, "You two dummies aren't ready to play. I'm thinking wait a minute, I didn't leave my glove at home! He continued, I know you been riding those darn motorcycles and chasing those two girls all day and you haven't thought about this game at all." I'm thinking again, Its not the World Series, its a legion game. All the time he is chewing on us he is turning the truck around and heading back to the house to get Jim's glove. Not thinking over the situation too well I said, "I don't see what the big deal is, Jim is going to pitch, there will be 5 or 6 guys sitting on the bench, he can just use one of their gloves can't he?" Don slowly turned his head and looked at me, and I swear I felt like I had potatoes or something growing out of my ears and he started in on the same speech again. I swear, I felt about two feet tall. To make matters worse, we lost the game and had to hear it all over again on the way home. I think about it now and it's so funny. I could go on and on but won't. I will say this however, the summer he strung up those lights on the clothes line wire and pitched that army tent in the yard was the greatest summer of my life! He and I slept in the tent every night. I remember a few times Jane would come out there at 2 or 3 in the morning and tell us to shut up because the neighbors were complaining that they couldn't sleep because we were doing our Jackie Gleson impersonations.. Art Carney, Shelia McRae, Jane King, Good Night everybody..... Unbelievable what you remember. We threw horseshoes all night, every night. I just wanted all of you to know that I thought your dad was a special person, and that you all have special places in my heart...... Jane- Mom wants you to know how sorry she is and that you are in her thoughts and prayers. I love all of you guys!! -Kirk
To all the York Family: I loved Don. He and coach Jensen were like fathers to me. I spent so much time with them on ball fields and I looked up to them because; well lets just say I did'nt have a very good example at home. But that's okay. Two things I vividly remember, (1) we just couldn't beat Monroney in baseball. Peewee's, Midget's, or even Preps until the very last game we played them before we started playing VFW & Legion ball the following years. Anyway, we finally beat them the very last time in Prep baseball over at Star Spencer and the second the last out was made Don ran out of the 3rd base dugout and threw his hat as high in the air as he could and yelled "Finally, I don't believe it!" Everyone in the stands just roared with laughter..... (2) We were playing Legion ball and had a game at Edmond. We, (Jim & I) weren't quite 16 yet so we needed to ride with someone to the game. Don had told us the evening before that he would be home from work at 5:00 and for us to be ready to go. We had our uniforms on and were sitting on that big front porch you guys had and he pulled up. He went in the house for a minute and came out and said lets go. We loaded in the truck; me in the middle of course case I was the smallest and off we went. He was going the back way to Edmond when all of a sudden Jim said, "Daddy, I forgot my glove!" OUCH!!!!!!! He went through the roof. We had only gone 4 or 5 miles. He said, "you two clowns aren't ready to play. I know you been riding those darn motorcycles and messing with them gals all day and have'nt thought one minute about this game". All the while he was telling us this he was turning around to go back to get Jim's glove.... Not thinking it out like I should have I said. "its not that big a deal. Jim is pitching and there will be 5 or 6 guys sitting on the bench so he can just use one of their gloves can't he?" Don looked at me and for a sec I thought I had a cucumber or something growing out of my ear, and he started back in on the same speech again for another 10 minutes...... I think about it every once in a while and I just cant keep from laughing. That's just a couple of things but there are a million more. The summer he strung up those lights on the close line and pitched that tent in the yard was the greatest summer of my life. I can remember you Jane, coming out there 2 or 3 in the morning telling us to be quiet cause we were keeping the neighbors up acting like Jackie Gleason at the end of his show when he would intro his cast. We slept in that tent every night that summer......I could go into so many more but I won't. I just wanted all of you to know how special your dad was, and how special each one of you are to me. I'll say it for Don this year, Bout time to BEAT TEXAS! Jane mom wants you to know she is thinking of you and wishes the best for you. Love you guys - Kirk
Jane, Our love and thoughts are with you at this time.
Don was a fine man. He was always a caring and generous person not only
with Jane and his family, but others as well. We admired him very much and all
of will miss him a great deal. Know that you will be in our thoughts and
prayers during this difficult time.
I'm sorry for your loss. I will keep you and your family in my prayers.
Jane-I am sorry for your loss
I knew Don was ill, but was very shocked to hear of his passing. I am so very sorry for your loss Jane (and family). Please know you are in our thoughts.
Michael and Donna Brooks
We've lost the world's greatest PaPa way too soon and suddenly. We will always love you and will remain ornery in your memory!
Bryan "T-James" York