David DeVoss

Having already sent most of our productive citizens to Texas, California now send you birthday greetings. Have fun - and a margarita.

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Keith, his brother Kenneth and the entire Buckley family were close friends. All of us attended Grace Episcopal Church (it now has a Spanish name) and would hang out in the Sunday School rooms while the congregation's adults partied with LP records and Highballs. This being an Episcopal Church the parties were a lot of fun. Though excluded to the periphery, we did not feel neglected since we could gorge on 5-cent Coca-Colas and donuts. Keith was a lot of fun, less serious than his brother, but a young man with honor and the will to do the right thing.

David DeVoss                        June 28

Posted on: Aug 13, 2020 at 1:52 PM

Help! How can I change my residence? I haven't lived in Baghdad since 2013. I live in LA, where political passions dwarf those dividing Sunni and Shia. I'm able to change the family stuff but not my residence.

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Posted on: Jun 05, 2019 at 3:01 PM

How is life in Taylor? How far are you from Austin?

Posted on: Jun 05, 2019 at 2:54 PM

Donna, I hope you have a great birthday. My best to you and Paul.

Posted on: Dec 26, 2016 at 3:28 PM

Steve, hope you are enjoying a great birthday with Susan.

The DeVoss and Buckley families were pretty close back in the day. We both attended Grace Episcopal Church, which was just West of Westmorland and the Heights shopping center and just North of Illinois Blvd. Kenneth and Keith's father Stewart and my Dad were on the Church governing board so both families attended regularly. After Communion kids were sent off to Sunday School, which was great since that meant we could buy a donut for 5-cents and a Dr. Pepper for a dime. The Buckleys lived in a beautiful two-story house on a bluff behind the fire station at the corner of Jefferson & Westmorland. They has a trampoline and whenever possible I would go over to bounce with Kenneth, Keith and their sister Joyce. The best time to use the trampoline was at dusk when we could lie on the canvas and look up at the evening sky as the moon began to take shape and the North Star appeared just as the light faded.

The last time I saw Kenneth was in 2011 when I spent several weeks in Dallas selling my Mother's house. Michele Carter and Celia Hopkins arranged a meeting at the Belmont with several wonderful people who had attended George Peabody Elementary School and Kenneth and his wife showed up for drinks. He really looked good; years of fighting fires had left him lithe and muscled. He was more serious than the boy I grew up with but still the type of person you wanted to hang with. He was cool.

Kenneth Buckley's death occasions great sadness because he made Dallas a better place to live. Hopefully, Kenneth will be succeeded by another, younger Buckley who can contribute to North Texas as much as Kenneth.

Proof of Life. Your new photo reveals a robust steely-eyed individual. It's fair to say you are in the pink. I hope the good people of Avinger (there must be some!) appreciate your sage presence.

Phillip, It was great to see you and catch up briefly at the reunion in October. Happy wife, happy life. You can teach us all. Have a great birthday - and many more.