|Hearsey Paul " Buddy " Sproull, Jr.
GALVESTON: Hearsey Paul “Buddy” Sproull, Jr. of Galveston / La Marque
went to be with the Lord after 97 full years of life, Monday, October 13,
2014 at Bayou Pines Care Center in La Marque. Funeral services are
10:00am Friday, October 17, 2014 at Moody Memorial First United
Methodist Church in Galveston, Rev. Bert Bagley and Rev. Charles
Bagley officiating. Interment will follow at 2:00pm at Brookside Memorial
Park in Houston under the direction of Carnes Brothers Funeral Home of
Galveston. The family will receive visitors on Thursday at Carnes Brothers
Funeral Home from 5:00pm until 8:00pm.
Buddy was born March 27, 1917 in Shreveport, Louisiana to Hearsey P.
Sproull, Sr. and Nora Allie McCandless. Recently, Buddy lived in La
Marque, TX with his daughter Sharon and son-in-law Don but always
remembered his house in Oak Forest as home. Buddy loved to travel
and his grandchildren will always have fond memories of their vacations.
He loved to fish even when he didn’t catch anything. He believed in doing
things right as well as doing the right thing. Buddy worked for the
Southern Pacific Railroad for 40 years and retired as General Yard
Master. He was a member of Moody Memorial First United Methodist
Church where he loved to serve and love the people of his church. He
was also a member at St. Stephens Methodist Church in Houston where
he and Judge Woodrow Seals founded the Society of St. Stephens, an
organization that helped those in need. He was a 70 year member of the
Oak Forest Masonic Lodge #1398 AF and AM in Houston. Buddy was also
a beloved member of the Houston Bay Area Emmaus Community where
he especially enjoyed attending Candle Light Services. He was the oldest
member of the Galveston Island Camp of Gideons International and the
Optimist International. In his early years Buddy traveled with the Big Bands
as a drummer and remained a pretty good drummer his entire life. Buddy
was involved in the funeral industry for many years, working at J. Levy and
Bros. Funeral Home in the 1930’s, then Pat H. Foley Funeral Home in
Houston for many years before retiring to Galveston where he served at
Carnes Brothers Funeral Home for over 15 years as the senior staff
funeral professional until his death.
Preceded in death by his beloved wife of 70 years Ruby Lilly Thomason
Sproull; grandson, Max Allen Threadgill, Jr.; brothers and sisters,
survivors include daughters, Sharon Kay French and husband Don of La
Marque and Barbara Joan Threadgill and husband Max Allen, Sr. of
Huntsville; granddaughter, Cheryl Gallegos and husband Rudy of
LaMarque; grandsons, Donald French, Jr. of Alvin, Howard French and
wife Jo of Virginia and Doug French of Houston; former granddaughter in
law Heidi French of Colorado; 11 great grandchildren, 6 great-great
grandchildren; numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.
Pallbearers are Alfred Flores, Jr., Rudy Gallegos, Jr., Rudy Gallegos, Sr.,
Howard French and Donald French, Jr.
The family would like to extend their sincere appreciation to the staff of
Bayou Pines Care Center, the staff of the Meridian and to Buddy’s good
friends and co-workers Rusty Carnes and Mike Carnes and the staff at
Carnes Brothers Funeral Home.
|The Touch of the Master's Hand
"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it two _
Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three". . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow;
"A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two?
Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice
And going - and gone," said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand -
What changed its worth?" The man replied:
"The touch of the masters hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd.
Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.
~Myra B. Welch