Stephen Boyd Bryan, Irvine/ California
| I remember Uncle Dewey vividly. In my
childhood my grandfather Luther Eubanks would take me to OU games, and practices
frequently. A game or practice was never complete without getting the scouting
report from Uncle Dewey. We needed to know who was injured, who was hot, what
the other team was bringing to Norman. The reports were thorough, accurate, and
descriptive in Dewey's few words. I remember him as a gentle soul. I never saw
any anger in him, or ever heard any derogatory comment about anything come out
of his mouth on any subject. I remember everyone speaking highly of Dewey. One
of the comments my father sopke in a conversation recently reminded me of how
Dewey was perceived by others quote "Steve;
Your Great Uncle Dewey Eubanks died. I know you remember Dewey. He was your
Granddad's brother. He had seats up above our seats at Owen Field. I always
admired Dewey. He was severely wounded on the initial attack on Iwo Jima during
WWII. He seemed to always live his life to the fullest regardless of his
handicap. He loved OU and OU sports. He was also the father-in-law of one of my
National Guard associates Cameron Webber." The converstion speaks more on Dewey
and Cameron, but I can still remember exactly what Dewey looked like, smelled
like, and how he quietly spoke with hardly moving his lips; obviously due to the
injury sustained while fighting for our nation. As I see most of the "Eubanks" I
grew up with (that shaped many of my memories) have passed on, but not away. I
just wish I had great people like him in my life now. They just do not make them
like they used to, and I don't think we will see the likes of his character, or
his accomplishments ever again. That era produced great human beings like Dewey,
and like others in our family, but that era is gone, and the memories are all we
have...and for that we can call ourselves privilaged to have known this man
Dewey Eubanks. God Bless you all tell Aunt Thelma I remember her the same way.
God Bless yall |