David Allen Maxwell, Sr., was born March 7th, 1956, in Beaumont, Tx. He passed away to his Lord and Savior, Friday, September 6th, 2013, in Austin, Tx, at age 57. A native of Beaumont, David attended French High School. He was a home builder most of his life. He had worked for Modern, Inc., as a general foreman. He also was a welder, draftsman, and talented artist. He moved to Austin 5 years ago, to be close to his son, David Allen Maxwell, Jr. He never met a stranger, always had a smile, and great sense of humor. David was loved by his many friends and family. He will be missed dearly. The funeral will be held September 24th, 10:00 a.m., at Wells School Cemetery, 14510 Wells School Rd., Manor, Tx 78653. For information call: 512- 970-8833. Published in The Beaumont Enterprise on Sept. 22, 2013 - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/beaumontenterprise/obituary.aspx?n=david-allen-maxwell&pid=167078883#sthash.HphwUqHX.dpuf
Cynthia Jane Johnson, 56, passed away Thursday, October 24, 2013, her home in Nederland. She was born December 1, 1956, in . She is survived by her mother, Margaret Wright of Woodville; sister, Carolyn Huerkamp of Beaumont; nephew, Christopher of Beaumont; beloved aunts, Thelma Holloway of , and Jeannette McCreight of Saratoga; cousins whom she cherished; and lifelong friend, Cindy Neill. She is preceded in death by her brother-in-law, Ted Huerkamp of New Orleans; and her father, Herman Johnson of Batson.
Cindy graduated from French High School and Lamar University. She retired from Jefferson County where she served the people this community for over twenty years. She is remembered by her friends as having the biggest heart, always giving to others, extending a helping hand to those she came in contact with. Our family has lost their "cowgirl." She loved everything Texan from her boots and hats to Texas teacups. She was always Texas memorabilia. She loved woodworking and would have several art projects going at one time and still working on them at the time of her death.
She fought the good fight against the cancer that finally claimed her life. She had such grace through all of this, and as her family and friends filled her with encouragement she, herself, was a great source of strength to them. It is difficult to understand how we will go on in a world without her physically with us but we know someday we will all be together again, and that she is safe and well in the arms of God.
A gathering of Ms. Johnson's family and friends will be from 1:00 p.m. until 2:00 p.m., with a memorial service at 2:00 p.m., Sunday, October 27, 2013, at Broussard's, 12thStreet, Nederland. committal will be held at 's Crematorium. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5.
align=left> "Jay" Roland Tompkins, Jr.
June 9, 1956 - July 2, 2015
Jay Tompkins, a man of few words but large presence, died on Thursday, July 2, 2015. He spent his final hours focused on those activities to which he had dedicated his life -- i.e. to the going out of his way for others. He had a soft spot for the trials and tribulations others face, and he knew well that it is the little things that ease our pain and suffering, and add abundance to our lives. Jay was also a self-described encyclopedia of useless knowledge.
In the days following his death, his consistent effort to add practical ease and comfort the lives of those around him, particularly to his wife's, was proven time and time again to be Jay's most impressive skill. His wife's birthday (still weeks away) present awaited us at the front door -- two pairs of the comfiest sketchers you could ever find. It had long been a running joke that the only gift Jan ever gave Jay was shoes, and he finally returned the favor, bringing her some much needed physical comfort as we begin to walk this new path. He also ordered three packets of new socks along with her shoes, which, while practical, wasn't needed. His closet is overrun by socks -- but in his absence his step-son will be getting the six new pairs -- which makes for perfect timing, since Todd's socks are all falling apart and he'd had never bought any new ones for himself.
We found in his truck that he had made a pit stop at Buckee's before his passing, buying a mixture of regular and chili-lime pistachios for his wife, her hand down favorite snack and one that she will eat to ad nauseam. Again, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect -- after all, all she has been able to eat for the last few days is those pistachios, and we were running frighteningly low. As usual, Jay came to the rescue, solving for the detailed pain points in each of our lives without us having asked, and without him even being here.
Details just weren't something Jay much forgot. In fact, he always knew the names of every one of his step kids friends and significant others, which, trust us, in his short six years with us, he certainly met quite a few of the latter. He could rattle off professional golf stats in his sleep, though he often resisted, understanding full and well that that that particular fascination was unique to himself and his golf buddies. In all, Jay can best be described as a doer and a giver. If he saw you drinking a new liquor, talking about a new favorite food or simply struggling to pull in an old suitcase that was falling apart at the seams -- any of those details we all see every day from those that surround us, but that which we assume they can take care of themselves -- you'd soon have a new suitcase at your door, a liquor cabinet full of that new alcohol, and a cabinet full of Italian green beans, in the case that you were his step daughter, who, to his as well as others continued disgust, eats those things right out of the can.
Jay found comfort himself in being useful and practical in his giving -- a talent he continued to nurture for more than fifty-nine years. For all of us left behind, let us also begin to foster and nurture that within ourselves. Make a pit stop at Buckee's every so often, buying some chili-lime pistachios and send them his wife's way. You will make her day, and in the following years, we'll need as many of those as possible. Pay more attention, too, to the ones you love around you. Though our complaints may be small in comparison, go out of your way, for a moment, to buy your friend who is always complaining about low battery life a better charger or a Mophie. For that one person on your family plan who uses all the cell data because they can't remember for the life of them the fifteen word/number combination password Time Warner sets on the Wifi -- set up an easy to remember password and save yourself and everyone else a few dollars. Or, simply buy your wife a thoughtful birthday present long before you need to, in the case that something unexpected happens and you can't be there. Jay would have. Jay did.
In these ways, each of us will keep Jay's memory alive. See, you can't take possessions with you where we are all ultimately headed, but new shoes; good drink and good food certainly make the road there a lot better for the wear. Let his life influence you in that way. Let it change you for the better. Let it impact others in such a way that they must ask, with full gratitude in their heart, as to why the sudden change in your behavior. And when they do, grill them up a steak, butter some corn and tell them the story of a man gone too soon, of a man with little words but massive generosity, who made it his sole mission on earth to ease the burden of life's nagging details and the personal honey-do lists of those he loved. He was a big man with a bigger heart who was always thinking of others before himself.
Jay is survived by his wife, Janyce Wallace; stepdaughter, Tracey Wallace, of Austin; stepson, Todd Wallace, of Beaumont; sisters, Ginny Hubert and her husband, Dave, of New Jersey; Debi Lautenschlager and her husband, Bill, of Oregon; and Nancy Drexler, of Houston; five nieces; one nephew; and one great-nephew.
He is preceded in death by his parents. A gathering of Mr. Tompkinsí family and friends will be from 6:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m., Wednesday, July 8, 2015, at Broussardís, 1605 North Major Drive, Beaumont. A private family committal will be at Broussardís Crematorium, Beaumont. Finally, in lieu of flowers, in which Jay would find absolutely no practicality, please make a donation in his honor to Humane Society of Southeast Texas, P.O. Box 1629, Beaumont, Texas 77704. Like all truly good, kind and gentle souls, Jay had a way with dogs (four of which survive him). Please donate so that more animals can find loving homes and families just like his.