Shortly after our 20th reunion, John returned to Saudi Arabia and his jeep hit a camel. He died in the accident. His sister Mary Francis and his mother Willie Mae "Momma" Maxey are still here in Greenville.
John was my friend, my brother. We spend many a wonderful morning, before heading out to the field to hunt, at his mother's and father's table, and after, Momma Maxey would fix the game we brought in. I was asked to be a pall-bearer at John's funeral. I have never been so affected - he was the first loss of a friend I had ever suffered. I have often talked about John, and our hunting antics to my wife, Ruth. She loves my stories about our hunting, the wonderful meals Momma Maxey cooked, Mary Francis as "the little sister". And Mr. Maxey, John's dad. John's loss hurt him, more than words can express. But then, John's loss in the Middle East hurt a lot of us, more than words can express. John, I loved you my brother. I think, in a way, you are still close to my heart. Momma Maxey, Mary Francis, if you read this, please write me. I think about you guys often, and speak of you, very highly, to Ruth.
I too think about John often. John had more "grit" than anyone I have ever met. He wanted to be an engineer so badly that he overcame obstacles that would have overwhelmed most of us. And he graduated from State with his engineering degree and was doing what he truly loved when he died. I remember the camping trips we went on in scouts and how competent John was with the skills we learned in scouts. He left us way too early!
It's hard to say just one thing that John and I did. A lot were just fun, a lot just crazy, some were even dangerous. We went to Sundy school and never missed ( his dad was the teacher and he picked me up every Sunday), we also hunted a lot and many times when we were not supposed to. We laid our guns down many times and came back to get them. We canoed through the bar pits and spent the night on the lakes. We started college together and we even finished together when I came home from the army. We had a lot of fun. I miss him, his mom and his dad and Mary Francis.
Ron Goodwin
John was my friend, my brother. We spend many a wonderful morning, before heading out to the field to hunt, at his mother's and father's table, and after, Momma Maxey would fix the game we brought in.I was asked to be a pall-bearer at John's funeral. I have never been so affected - he was the first loss of a friend I had ever suffered.
I have often talked about John, and our hunting antics to my wife, Ruth. She loves my stories about our hunting, the wonderful meals Momma Maxey cooked, Mary Francis as "the little sister". And Mr. Maxey, John's dad. John's loss hurt him, more than words can express. But then, John's loss in the Middle East hurt a lot of us, more than words can express.
John, I loved you my brother. I think, in a way, you are still close to my heart. Momma Maxey, Mary Francis, if you read this, please write me. I think about you guys often, and speak of you, very highly, to Ruth.
Jim Schepens
I too think about John often. John had more "grit" than anyone I have ever met. He wanted to be an engineer so badly that he overcame obstacles that would have overwhelmed most of us. And he graduated from State with his engineering degree and was doing what he truly loved when he died.I remember the camping trips we went on in scouts and how competent John was with the skills we learned in scouts.
He left us way too early!
Charles Sikes
It's hard to say just one thing that John and I did. A lot were just fun, a lot just crazy, some were even dangerous. We went to Sundy school and never missed ( his dad was the teacher and he picked me up every Sunday), we also hunted a lot and many times when we were not supposed to. We laid our guns down many times and came back to get them. We canoed through the bar pits and spent the night on the lakes. We started college together and we even finished together when I came home from the army. We had a lot of fun. I miss him, his mom and his dad and Mary Francis.Robert Wylie
John Allen Maxey
Birth: Jul. 30, 1946
Death: Apr. 24, 1979
Parents:
Thomas Maxey (1924 - 1992)
Willie Mae Flowers Maxey (____ - 2013)
Burial:
Greenville Cemetery
Greenville, Washington, Mississippi
You can visit John's memorial at Find-A-Grave.com