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Dwayne Whittley

November 21, 1958 - December 26, 2014

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Posted by:
sheila

Posted on:
December 26, 2015

Tom you did such a wonderful job . He is deeply missed by so many .

Posted by:
sheila

Posted on:
November 21, 2015

Brought tears to my eyes :disappointed_relieved:

Posted by:
Torie Orton

Posted on:
January 3, 2015

RIP Uncle, you will be missed.

Posted by:
Torie Orton

Posted on:
January 3, 2015

Beautifully made! RIP Uncle Dwayne.

Posted by:
sheila freeman

Posted on:
January 1, 2015

These all have made me cry sad but happy tears ...

Posted by:
sheila freeman

Posted on:
January 1, 2015

This was Beautiful Tommy

Posted by:
Kathy Oliver

Posted on:
January 1, 2015

Tom you did a great job with the video...love you Kathy!

Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 31, 2014

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Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 31, 2014

1 file added to the album Dwayne

Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

1 file added to the album Dwayne

Posted by:
Jene

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

Tom this made me cry. I did not know Dwayne very well, but I do remember the night you got married, Kathy, ( I think it was) video taped some of the dance etc and she finished the video, "We love you, Dwayne!!" I will always remember that.

Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

1 file added to the album Dwayne

Posted by:
Tom

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

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Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

Dwayne's first car was a big white impala, which many of us took our driving tests in. He had big house speakers in the back window, so you could hear him coming from miles away. Giving a free concert to everyone with the bands he loved and to his reasoning if he loved them, everyone must love them. The impala also had a large trunk that made an excellent hide away for sneaking people with empty pockets into the drive in theater. After the white impala, he began his love affair with the camaro. While he lived in DeSoto, he and his camaro made the paper. Not the typical view of a car we are all used to seeing, but while racing his camaro he ended up upside down in the Joachim creek in Walther's park. Dwayne, not liking to see people walk to their destination, picked up a young man walking and ask were he was headed. His answer was, “to see Kathy Whittley” and greeted him with “well, I'm a Whittley” and with that he welcomed Seth Oliver into our family and loved him like a brother for the rest of his days. David and Dwayne would share a love of hunting and all the boys would work together in one way or another. Dwayne and David would work with Dad in the hayfield and later in life, Tommy work spend summers in florida working with Dwanye in the pool business, giving Tommy some of his most cherished memories of Dwayne. There is nothing in this world any of us 5 children would trade our childhood for. We often recount the days of the best childhood a kid could wish for. Right now, Dewey is looking down and saying thanks to a family that allowed him to grow up wild, crazy and free. Dwayne, we love you yesterday, today and forever. Mom, Dad, Karen, Kathy, David and Tommy.

Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

I want to share our childhood story. I have to do it with two posts because it's so long. Our Childhood Today, I want to tell you my memories about a father and mother and 5 children in a valley, on an old gravel road at 5191 Whitehead Road. We each had our dreams, some began at school, some struck out to find theirs on the road. 4 of the children were content to carve a life close to our small town roots. My brother Dwayne was not content with what a small town had to offer. He was the first to move away to Texas than Florida. Then longing for the bonds of family, he returned home to Missouri again. I loved the life we had on our family farm. A good mom and dad that made sure we had everything we needed. If I were to recall all of the stories, our childhoods would seem like a fantastic storybook. We ran and played and made up games all day long. Games like cowboys and Indians and hiding from the car headlights in the dark as they passed by. We would pack a lunch of bread and peanut butter and a gallon of kool-aid in a milk jug, which we would feast on after playing in the creek all day. One of the special treats our mom would make us was fried potato sandwiches. Dad's hard work of putting hay in the barn loft would quickly turn into our playground of tunnels and mazes. A grain barrel made an excellent vehicle to roll down the hill. We had a tree swing on the side of the yard that was next to a barbed-wired fence so if you didn't swing just the right way you would get a big tear in your pants. There was the tree limb that Grandpa Wisdom cut off because we would not stop climbing out a second story window onto it. In the winter, we would travel through 2 creeks to get to our sledding hill. Our sleds consisted of moms old wash machine lids, and car hoods and doors, until one year, for Christmas, daddy bought us real sleds. Wearing our coats, multiple layers of pants, a few pair of socks and old bread sacks to keep our feet dry we would play outside to the point of frost bite then warm ourselves with a snack of bread dipped in chocolate gravy. Most people can remember dogs and cats as family pets, but our most memorable childhood pets were of the feathered variety. We had Albert and Alberta the geese. Not just any geese, but kid chasing, skin pinching, ornery geese that met an end that I cannot get into here. Annual vacations was traveling to black river in the old International truck with cow heads on the door. While we were on one of our vacations, hours from home, Dad traded it for an old 39 Chevy. Normally, this wouldn't have stood out. If it wasn't for the long nail biting ride home in the bed of a truck with very short sides. Mom and Dad would take us on car trips to see Grandma Whittley. On the way home we would always stop at Dog and Suds. With so many little ones, there was no time for special orders so everyone got the same thing. The toppings always made Kathy car sick and when Dwayne caught on he would always tell her, “give me your top bun with the sauce and you can have my bottom bun.” Giving them both what they wanted, Kathy a plain burger that didn't make her sick and Dwayne got a car mate that wouldn't get sick on him. As we grew older, my fearless brother Dwayne would climb to the top of the old two story metal bridge to make his infamous leap into the river. It is now called the Mammoth Bridge and does not have near the majestic height as the old one had. (to be continued on next post)

Posted by:
Tom Whittley

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

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Posted by:
Christa Shinault

Posted on:
December 30, 2014

Posted by:
DSOliver

Posted on:
December 29, 2014

Kathy, My condolences and prayers to you and your loved ones. God Bless you all thru this loss of your brother.

Posted by:
Ronn,Judith Patterson Liles.

Posted on:
December 28, 2014

To the Whittley family .I,m so sorry for the loss of your loved one Prayers for all the famiy.

Posted by:
sheila freeman

Posted on:
December 28, 2014

Posted by:
Louise Whittley Coatney

Posted on:
December 28, 2014

So sorry for the loss of your son Dwayne. Prayers for the family that you may find comfort and peace at this time. Wayne I will not be able to attend but know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Love you, Louise. I am Jesse and Violet Whittley's 2nd daughter.

Posted by:
Louise Whittley Coatney

Posted on:
December 28, 2014

Posted by:
LaDonna Oliver

Posted on:
December 28, 2014

Kathy & Family: I am so sorry for your loss; you are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Posted by:
LaDonna Oliver

Posted on:
December 28, 2014