MIchael Anthony McClellan

Michael Anthony McClellan, Sr., of Southern Pines, NC, on Thursday, November 6 th, 2025.
Michael Anthony McClellan, Sr., 90, passed away peacefully of natural causes on Thursday night, November 6, 2025, while under the constant care of his devoted wife, Susan.
Michael was born on April 14 th, 1935, in San Antonio, TX, to Albert and Margaret McClellan. Like any man who lives to be ninety, Michael's life started simple and became more complicated over the years. Michael preferred simplicity. Call him Mike. He was a married man, raised five children, and was one of a kind. Mike loved family, classic cars, the grace of golf, the taste of good music, and the chase of good food. Mike grew up in and around the Americas. He road-raced the flats of West Texas, roamed the rose-riped streets of Mexico City, and body-surfed the waves of Peru. All before eighteen. After graduating from the American High School in Mexico City in 1953, Mike spent a short time in college, where and when his life started as his own man. Mike found college to be boring and instead joined the Army. He ended up in South Korea with the Corp of Engineers. Declining the uniform as a career, Mike moved on after the Army.
Post-drab, the young man moved to Alexandria, VA. Shortly after, he met his first wife, Jou Ann. Mike married Jou Ann. Mike began and fostered his business career. Mike was a salesman, husband, and father. He started playing golf. In the land of opportunity, golf was the game of opportunity. Look how many shots you get to be great, he would say. Just like life, he would say. Mike traveled across the seas, loved fishing in the ocean, and spent half his life just off the Potomac River. But it wasn't a watered-down life. After the death of Jou Ann, after 43 years of marriage, Mike would meet and marry Susan, and they eventually settled in Southern Pines, NC, where they have remained to this fateful day. Golfers' Paradise was found for this golf lover.
Mike hid his worldliness behind his American Dream. Mike knew the year, make, and model of every American made car from his teen-aged years. When push came to shove, his favorite theme was patriotism. These colors don't run. As bold as his blazers, Mike was beautifully lit with national pride nurtured from a childhood spent with
the world at war.
Mike was as an underdog, an overachiever, and a comeback kid. His golfer-ganger was Lee Trevino, and he took Super-Mex's attitude and borrowed that book from the library. Mike did more with less. One-handed pushups while picking up a cigarette with his teeth. That was Mike. But, like a good round of golf, life well spent eventually leads
to the 18 th green, and the final putt is delayed as long as possible, lest the game be over. Mike made his putt. He'll see you in the clubhouse.
Mike was preceded in death by his parents, his older brother Albert, and his wife Jou Ann. He is survived by Susan, five children; D'Ann, Michael Jr., Sean (Lisa), Kelly (Kim), and Shannon Joyce (Sean), ten grandchildren, three great-grandchildren, his brothers Scott, John, and Jim, and his sister Maggie. He is also survived by dozens of
vintage wall clocks, bags of hickory shafted Niblicks, and a Tam O'Shanter or two.
The care of Mike has been entrusted to Powell Funeral Home, of Aberdeen.