Doyle Chapman was born and raised in the Depression Era in Perkins, Oklahoma the second eldest son of Joseph and Addie Chapman.
He was preceded in birth by Marvin & Mildred and followed by Norma, Dale, Wanda, and Delbert. He grew up on their one acre homestead a block off Main Street, while growing up in Perkins he met his now deceased lifelong friend, Raymond Rollins with whom the two of them had many boyish adventures that they would later share with their families. Together they earned the nicknames-Doyle aka "Bruiser" (reason unknown) and Raymond aka "Red" (for his hair). There were also the younger brothers "Chip" who was Dale and "T-Bone" that was Delbert.
At 17 though, Doyle left Perkins to join the army to defend possible Russian invasion from the North and was stationed in Fairbanks, Alaska. After completing service Doyle decided to move to Wichita, Kansas for better employment opportunities than available in Perkins. He and Raymond both moved to Wichita and went to work for Boeing Aircraft. While working for Boeing, Doyle met lifelong sweetheart of 60 years Mary McClain of Pawnee, Oklahoma whom he married on March 6, 1954. They lived in various places in south central Kansas before settling in 1961, (pretty much to stay), in the Glenville Addition, which is now South Wichita. Here they would go on to live and raise four children Terry Chapman, Sue Marcott, Gary Chapman, and Marty Chapman over a span of nearly forty years, moving occasionally for short spurts due to work or layoffs.
Most of Doyle's career was spent at Boeing, where he worked as Saw operator, Broken Arm router operator, Lead Man, and finally Material man, except during layoffs, when he worked at all of the other local aircraft facilities except Learjet. Doyle retired from Boeing in 1993 after 30 years of service.
Aside from his hard work, Doyle loved life and lived it to the fullest. He was a character of sorts, never apologizing for who he was and seemed to never meet a stranger. Sometimes he would even embarrass his wife Mary and kids at restaurants and public forums by innocently "flirting" with waitresses and striking up conversations with adjoining tables or booths of people, Doyle seemingly unaware of any problem. He always seemed to get a kick from this and we learned to accept it as a part of his friendliness, in fact he would be put off and not understand if others did not engage in what he thought was friendly banter.
Doyle would help anyone who asked for it and offer help to anyone he thought in need. Often he stopped on the road and gave assistance or rides to someone stranded on the highway. When one of his children landed their butts in trouble he offered the same, although usually with a much deserved lecture. Doyle loved to crack jokes, and would laugh and slap his leg simultaneously when delivering the punch line, even if no one else got the joke. He didn't care and you were compelled to laugh anyway by his happiness with himself.
Many weekends growing up, we would pack in the car and take the two and one half hour trip to Perkins, his hometown, that us kids all grew to love, for adventures with his brothers. This though was always mixed with favors for his Parents or sister, Wanda. Doyle was a lover of family and a giver to the same but there was always a hint of the proper thing owed in return. Something certainly those who knew him well would sometimes respect and sometimes be annoyed with, for not being able to live up to the same.
Doyle loved the lakes and early in life and in middle ages went fishing and boating with family and kids and tried to teach them to appreciate the "Peace and Quiet" of the great outdoors, this is where we think he met God and he would often talk of his amazement with nature.
After retirement Doyle and his brother Delbert went to Europe for a grand tour of that land. In the years that followed, Doyle & Mary, Delbert and his new wife Linda would enjoy many road trips together to The Grand Canyon, New Mexico, Alaska and Montana, to visit Sister Norma Saltzman. Doyle also purchased a lovely lake home in Marion where he and Mary would often stay and explore the local countryside and towns together and get away from the barking dogs of the city. This Doyle immensely enjoyed and this also likely reminded him of quieter times in Perkins.
On a personal note dad. You will be greatly missed! Not sure who to go to anymore just to talk. We may not have the opportunity to spend the time with you that we feel we so still desperately need, but you did leave a lifetime of memories that are unique to you. All we can do for now is remember all the ways you touched our lives and try to pass on the good parts. We hope that we have enough of you in us that your life lives on through us. Dad you were not perfect, but you were real. The world needs more real people. Although we feel a tremendous loss, we believe that heaven is in for a real treat. With your renewed strength you will be quite an addition to the heavenly family. All we can say dad is we look forward to seeing you again in all your vitality and vigor. As fast as life is moving it won't be that long. We love you with all our hearts and we will see you soon.
With all our love