Governor Abbott’s Message Tweet Wrinkles and Rips Through (Some) Aggie Hearts

Ever since reading Texas Governor Greg Abbott’s tweet on the Elon Musk platform now called “X,” the words just bear being reread:

With sister state California still on fire, and with hundreds of Texas-based fire and emergency personnel traveling and having relocated to join others in helping deal with a national tragedy, the governor of the great state of Texas, as we always address it, uses a social media platform to threaten the job of a true gentleman, and native Texan, who served our nation in military service, Ret'd. Gen. Mark A. Welsh III, as he has taken on the mantle of the 27th President of Texas A&M.

Let’s review: just two weeks ago this same governor sent condolences to the late President Jimmy Carter’s wife, Mrs. Rosalyn Carter, who he clearly did not know had been deceased since November 2023. I was embarrassed to be a Texan by that episode for two reasons: not only did the “leader” of our state not know that such a grand lady had passed away, apparently not one single person in the chain of command of considering, preparing, and sending those remarks out into the public media channels know this fact either. How many ignorant people does that total in the Texas “Lege”?

The term “Lone Star State” is a frequent moniker, but I can’t help but think that some within the leadership, like some who reside within the state are such isolationists that not only do they care nothing else about the people outside their daily world, they have no education, appreciation, or understanding of the amazing and voluminous differences by which all of us as citizens come together to form the United States of America. They don’t know, and they don’t care. Gov. Greg Abbott is one of those.

Lt. Governor Dan Patrick has similarly used social media and television to hold a Texas A&M faculty member up for both ridicule and speculation that pervades the accomplished woman with the proverbial “cloud over her head” for the remainder of her career, and the retraction of what it was she was “supposed to have said” was back of paper in small font and so belated that the damage was already done. One person’s career being ruined is not to be overlooked. The smoke of false fire lingers permanently. And yet, some people will defend those who commit the offense no matter what.

Gov. Abbott has made more than one public showing of fealty and likely fear-based enthusiasm for decisions made at levels higher than his. As an example, his “instruction” that all U.S. flags will be flying at full staff on January 20, Inauguration Day, to follow lockstep the wishes of the one person who holds the budget of the state of Texas in his singular hands, the recently elected 47th President of the United States.

So, one most ask the basic question: does the fear of withholding funding from a budget of an executive who answers to you make it right? Is it a fit and intelligent way to govern, by fear? Is bullying really required in the field of public service these days? It wasn’t that way before.

I grew up as the daughter of a career civil service employee; my mother was a secretary at Kelly AFB (back when it was alive and thriving), and she worked on the reports of aerospace engineers who would go inspect various engine failures. She had a top-secret clearance as standard procedure in her work.

In the 1960s, no federal employee could wear even a simple campaign button during election season. No home yard could display a political candidate sign by government policy to maintain a strict apolitical environment. “Back in the day” people respected differences of opinion and laws and policies were enacted, and important positive changes came with the Civil Rights Act to give people equal treatment under the law.

Meanwhile at Texas A&M, things developed a little more slowly here. It was not until legendary president James Earl Rudder (together with Texas Speaker of the Senate W. T. “Bill” Moore, Sr, that women were “allowed” to be officially admitted to TAMU ca. 1970. A few girls had been allowed to enroll for classes previously but not in any kind of recruiting capacity or movement. Thanks to Rudder and Moore, I was able to enroll at Texas A&M in 1974 as a freshman in chemical engineering.

Of all the professors I had the opportunity to learn from, only two expressed any level of disdain that I was a woman studying engineering. With the first experience, I learned to label all my papers with initials rather than my first name and all of a sudden, my grades went up. The second experience found a former advisor suggesting that I marry an engineer rather than try to become one. At the time, I remained respectful and found another professor to be able to answer my specific questions on the subject.

My reaction to both was not to take it personally. Even though I was two years younger than my classmates thanks to starting school early, I looked to the long-term outcome rather than the short-term payoff. I never once spoke unkindly of either professor. When I crossed the stage with my B.S. degree in chemical engineering, that day George Mitchell was the guest speaker, the professor who suggested I marry an engineer, jumped off the dais to run and greet me, shook my hand, and I responded sincerely in kind, when he said, “I always knew you could do it!” I said, “Yes, sir, you did, and thank you.”

Flash forward to 30 years later. I’m sitting in a pew at a church in Bryan one Sunday morning, visiting First Presbyterian Church because Emily Pulley was singing. Turns out he entered the pew from the other side and took a place next to me. We shook hands and visited briefly before service started. He asked what I was doing “now” and I told him that I was consulting for three locations of a chemical company in the Gulf Coast area. He smiled and said, “That’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you” and then he said, “If you ever have any overflow work, I’d be happy to help you out!” And I smiled and looked at him straight in the eyes and said, “Yes sir, thank you for letting me know.”

It was not because it was a church, or a Sunday, or anything to do with religion. I was just raised to be a lady first, and I was taught that you don’t always have to have the last word. You just have to have the right ones at the time. You cannot undo years of discrimination against people with laws that are not enforced. However, you cannot undo years of ignorance by removing laws that were put in place in the first place to protect the unprotected.

People sometimes would rather wash away their own inadequacies by searching for logic and reason among similarly unqualified pseudo-intellectuals who commiserate and comment in the dubious “nodding head” like the little bobble heads that traveled in the back of your car windows, also back in the day.

Texas has come under such ridicule for so many things. Former Governor Rick Perry couldn’t remember one of the three branches of government when running for president. At least he released his transcript for A&M. He was elected four times and whatever he did in office, Texas remained tax-free, and a popular destination for businesses to locate their headquarters.

I was fortunate to be able to work my way through Texas A&M as I earned four degrees, one of which is in educational administration, higher education with program evaluation specialty. I say this only to qualify my opinion with credentials sufficient to back it up. I will always remember with respect and regard who some of the truest, best leaders of Texas A&M have been, including Dr. Jack K. Williams, Dr. Tom Harrington, Gen. Earl Rudder, Dr. Robert Gates, and Dr. Jarvis Miller. Dr. Bowen Loftin was beloved by the students but not as much his faculty. To the students, he was a rock star. Your mileage may vary but this is my experience and observation.

As a rule, women as leaders of A&M have made very little impact, particularly in the ranks of vice president or higher. One early 1980s era female VP was remembered for her two-piece blue suits, 1950s white blouses with long flouncy bow to tie and virtually not one word of dissent to utter in any meeting. Another former assistant provost was given the title out of respect, not credentials, because she knew how to clean up the messes of her bosses without calling them out on them, and she never gossiped to others about what she’d done. She had the last laugh if not the last say.

There was another woman, an exemplary dean, championed by her male peers who created much change in her administration, but she did not like being challenged or questioned and exercised just as much “I’m going to remember that” retribution as the infamously notorious John Robert Smith in his role as czar of finance of administration.

By and large, though, not until Dr. Elsa Murano was chosen was it specifically clear that she was far above her comfort zone. Things were fine until (and this is my opinion) she asked for a particular department to pay its fair share of something and then all havoc broke loose. Rather than question her decisions, people questioned why she didn’t use hair spray. Until Kathy Banks came along, we didn’t have another woman in charge.

Thanks to John Sharp, two women were named as “super deans,” Dr. Kathy Banks (Engr.) and Dr. Eleanor Green (Vet. Med.) and one became president. Chancellor Sharp found a willing collaborator in subsuming small schools and rebranding them as Texas A&M ‘at’ the geographic locations. Kathy Banks had two groups of employees, those “fer” her and those “agin” her, and that’s up to the academics to sort out. Her inability to make a simple coherent speech at a Chamber of Commerce meeting was all I needed to hear to understand that she was working far beyond her pay grade as she was clearly out of touch outside the world of academia.

What, then, is the point? The fact is that no matter who has been in charge of Texas A&M, some blue-ribbon panel or other, some national search firm has been hired and touted and routed and candidates vetted, and fellow academics consulted on the opinions of the final choice.

What is relevant is that no state elected official has ever had a final say on anything but what athletic conference we play in (thanks again, Bob Bullock, for the SEC). Until today. Yes, TAMU leadership is under the purview of the Board of Regents, each of whom is appointed by the governor. But will he want to fire all of them at once until he reaches consensus "his way"?

When Gov. Abbott decides to play Texas tough guy and threaten, as obtusely as possible, the head of this university to the extent that a statement of clarification is issued that appears to be a “mea culpa” it's a sad day indeed. Frankly, it was the exercising of power that was never granted to Gov. Abbott in the first place. Gen. Welsh is the ultimate commander in showing a level of respect to a man who does not even respect a former president of the United States. Nor does he have a clear understanding of the words "chain of command."

Gov. Abbott showed disrespect to President Carter by being unknowledgeable that Mrs. Carter had predeceased her husband by 14 months and again by being the bobble head who said, U.S. flags will fly at full staff on Inauguration Day, against a permanent tradition otherwise.

My final points are these:

1. Gen. Welsh is the best thing to happen to Texas A&M in decades. He has the respect and consensus of the faculty, staff, and the students. Should anyone attempt to threaten or remove him as University President threatens the sanctity and security of the future of Texas A&M. He is to TAMU as Admiral William McRaven is to the University of Texas, the right person at the right time for two of the greatest jobs in academics.

2. I am weary of politicians who believe their own hype about their own power and who use that power to bully, willfully obstruct progress, and to prevent the advancement of clear thinking and the will of the majority to do what is right in the right situation.

3. I feel comfortable in expressing my opinions in not working for the state of Texas nor Texas A&M University but don’t expect those who do to chime in with an opinion, for obvious reasons—fear of losing jobs. Local business owners and retirees can comment as they wish, though.

My hope for the year 2025 is clarity of thought, wisdom beyond what we are seeing and hearing now, and a corrective course of action where we can all feel free to be as successful as possible without blaming personal failure on someone else. Accountability follows wisdom, and real heroes are made everyday by those who refuse to follow lockstep the words of a leader who is simply not worth respect. In military service, you don’t question your superiors, you follow their commands or suffer the consequences.

Greg Abbott had no military service at all, and the tragic accident which caused him to be paralyzed below the waist occurred when he was 27 years old, so he did have the opportunity to enlist had he wished to before, during, or after college. He chose not to.

Perhaps the phrase “service above self” is unfamiliar around the state capitol these days, although we have some excellent people there indeed, others not so much, but I would highly hope and pray that someone get some common sense fast and shut down the path of destruction that lies ahead should the bullying and threatening on social media continue. Ironic that the media is owned no less, by another powerful person who was not elected to any office seems to hold tremendous sway. Money talks. Yawn.

Words are powerful, but actions speak louder than words. In Gov. Abbott’s case, his best next action will never be an apology to Gen. Welsh, but it should be. True men of Texas know when and how to admit that they are wrong. The others just whine and seek solace among like-minded individuals and sing along to "There's a Tear in My Beer." The future of Texas, and of Texas A&M and the University of Texas is in the hands of a very few people. May God bless each of them with the wisdom needed not to destroy what it has taken hundreds of years to build.

Wayne Osmond Leaves Amazing Legacy of Music, Family of Love and Faith

Wayne Osmond (Light blue jacket) died January 2, 2025, at the age of 73, in Salt Lake City, Utah.

As the headline came across my feed, I stared silently, stunned. Just two nights ago, I was on a deep Osmond Brothers video dive on New Year’s Eve. Yes, while others were in their choice of locations, I was jamming some family-blending harmony. Mock me if you will, I admit it.

Actually, it was a fun way to bring in 2025. I was in a splendid mood as I remembered simpler, calmer times of growing up in the 60s and 70s, surrounded by stacks of my favorite vinyl 45s, later to be joined by multiple 33 albums and hours of committing liner notes to memory.

Of course, Wayne is the second oldest of the performing brothers. In early TV appearances, older brother Alan, handled many of the questions posed by Andy Williams.

Wayne seemed to be the businessman of the group, making sure everyone was on pitch. You can see him listening intently to the blending vocals and he just seemed in charge of quality control. I could be all wrong, but that’s how I saw it.

Merrill did all the choreography—the man can still outdance John Travolta on any given day. Andy Williams’ father, the dad of the singing Williams Brothers quartet, spotted the Osmonds at Disneyland, and recommended their appearance on Andy’s show.

Jay played the drums and was a bachelor for the longest time of any of the brothers, a fact well known among teenage girls who kept track of such availability. However, your chances of becoming an Osmond statistically was greater if you lived in Salt Lake City and were of the Mormon faith.

Then, of course, there was Donny, who grew up to steal the spotlight but never the patience or respect of his brothers. Fame is like that but brothers are forever. Documentaries and interviews abound that reveal behind the scenes dynamics of growing up Osmond.

Sadly, the real-life experiences of the Osmonds were not as idyllic as you might expect, but what survived it all was their love for one another. It’s only understood from the inside out, much like Texas A&M and the “all things Aggie” culture of Aggieland, but this one family has done more to spread the work of their faith and operate on their true faith/belief system than the Osmonds.

Any card-carrying female Baby Boomer will either shyly confess or begrudgingly admit having had photographs of America’s “Original” Boy Band, the Osmond Brothers, on their bedroom walls. From the early days of their first signature barbershop harmony at Disneyworld to early fame and acclaim on “The Andy Williams Show,” the first version of The Osmond Brothers included Alan, Wayne, Merrill, and Jay.

You also know firstborn brothers, Virl and Tom, whose hearing challenges found them not performing regularly, but they were actively involved in business aspect of their brothers.

From Andy Williams’ launch pad, one appearance led to many more and from the opening notes of “I’m a Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas” in 1963, to countless others, the popularity of their TV appearances initiated a robust recording collection and successful touring career that spanned internationally as well as their home base for the Mormon faith at the Salt Lake City Mormon Tabernacle.

Over the years, faithful fans adopted their own “favorite” Osmond. The next video spotlights Wayne, singing lead on “Rainin’,” and it was posted 13 years ago, which is profound to think of other songs on the radio at the time that bear no resemblance at all. Love of music doesn’t end just because an era has passed. It endures.

One of my favorites is “Love Me for a Reason” and virtually any video of this song will show everyone in the audience singing every word along with the brothers, no matter where they perform. The love of sharing music is as important as sitting and listening intently.

Despite the brothers' public appearance that portray the picture of health, there's no way each brother has not dealt with a variety of major health challenges. In 1994, it was discovered that Wayne had a brain tumor but he amazingly made it through surgery and recovery and was able to perform for many years after. Heart disease has not skipped the entire family either, and his passing today was due to "a massive stroke," per his brother Merrill sharing the news on Facebook.

It is hard to say goodbye to a life, a career, or a lifetime career. Over the years the next generation of Osmond Brothers among the cousins has appeared and is not the same as the prior generation but the music goes on.

Watching a video of Donny gently draping his arms around his brother Merrill’s shoulders during his final song of his singing career (April 2, 2022) before Merrill’s final show, his official retirement, my tears flowed as you could see the love and emotion it held, brother for brother, the end of an era officially over for The Osmond Brothers as we’d all grown up knowing them.

As I watched Donny, I shook my head, musing, “It’s amazing that all the brothers are still alive today. When the first one passes away, it will truly be the end of an epic era of music.” To see that headline today was eerie.

No matter what’s going on in life, when there is a passing of an important part of our childhood, it is important to acknowledge the role that these amazing entertainers had in giving us all what we needed and loved at the time. We had joy—abounding, abiding and memories that live on past today.

In conclusion, the course of the Osmond career would include the prolific work of Donny, the popular duo Donny & Marie, who still set attendance records in Las Vegas when they perform, and youngest brother, Jimmy, who joined the group as a regular sooner than he expected and also focused spare time on business merchandising and Osmond Enterprises.

The Hollies may have done it first, but there is no question that no one owns this song more than The Osmonds. Wayne is the first to leave his earthly family behind, survived by his wife Kathlyn, their five children, and grandchildren. Time marches on. God bless Wayne Osmond, and thanks for all the beautiful harmony.

Changes at Callaway-Jones Create New Opportunities to Serve Our Community

For five generations, Callaway-Jones Funeral and Cremation Centers has existed as a family-owned business, starting in 1904 in Palestine, Texas, when Mr. C. H. (Homer) Callaway came into the picture. For 120 years the entity of Callaway-Jones has defined funeral excellence in Texas.

In mid-October 2024, Cody called a full team meeting. His announcement would change my future substantially, and not necessarily badly, but it meant a new way of thinking about what I do and how I do it. Ch-ch-ch-changes again. A new phase in the life of Callaway-Jones was in the offing.

On November 4, 2024, the transfer of ownership to Park Lawn Corporation was signed, sealed, and added to a substantial business entity that has carved out their own niche for operational excellence. Although the legendary business we all thought we once knew came to a screeching halt with the swooshing of pens across paper, the legacy is far from over.

Cody is not one given to emotion when he speaks. In his entire work life at the business, you can’t tell it from his outward persona. For all his work life at C-J, he’s gone above and beyond to serve his family and his family’s legacy. You don’t see through his carefully crafted armor of calm, reserve, and reassurance that we all expect of our funeral directors, but I have seen it.

He’s not perfect; he is exacting and demands more of himself than he does others. Cody has watched as some of his best friends in caskets were lowered into the ground. He stands there as strong as any Marine without shedding a tear, while inside, God only knows how he did it.

Rev. Doug Manning, whose Oklahoma-based family has pioneered the training of life celebrants describes the expectations of those among the grief-stricken as the calm that takes over once the funeral director arrives on the scene. “The funeral director is here. Everything is going to be alright.” It’s true. I experienced it when my mother died. Cody and an attendant arrived in formal suits and respectfully transferred Mom into their care from the nursing home. My best friend from high school was with me and sister friend from town was en route.

My neighbor and dear friend, our church’s children’s minister, had arrived, also in a suit, to pay his respects. Our church’s senior pastor arrived, eventually, in fishing shirt, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes to express his condolences. Another story for another time. As the kids say, “IYKYK”(If you know, you know).

I’d been part of the Callaway-Jones “family” since the late 1980s, although few people I have worked with for almost 9 years even know this. It never comes up and I’m not one given to mark turf. I was blessed going through chemistry graduate school with professors whose grown children were my age and who loved live music as much as I did.

On any given weekend night, you’d find at least 5 different professors’ kids and their spouses and dates out in local clubs where a good 60% of them were up on stage performing and the rest of us were the appreciative listening audiences. Or, one might be running for local elected office, and we’d all be together on a campaign effort. I was “one of them” and as the professors began to age, and I’d relocated back to BCS in 1990 after my career in the Gulf Coast Petrochemical Industry, we saw the aging and eventual passing of our loved ones as time passed as we all grew closer.

The Family Entrance

As circumstances called, I was honored when my adoptive siblings asked my help in writing the final tributes for the newspaper with them alongside or for them, because it’s always hard to get started with blank paper. I typed (on an IBM Selectric, remember those jewels?) and would drive to Callaway-Jones. I loved parking under that huge tree and strolling to the office, going in the family entrance.

From there, the obituaries would get to The Eagle. I remember when Cody arrived to intern with his grandfather, earned his funeral credentials, and assumed control in 2004 at age 24, same age his dad, Mike, was when he took over the business, and the same age that his grandfather, Raymond, had assumed control. There was a beauty in that age symmetry.

Cody’s dad, Mike, died after a valiant battle with cancer in 2004. Mike Jones had a lot of dreams and plans for Callaway-Jones, but Mr. Raymond was not given to change as quickly as he was to studying all sides of a decision thoroughly. When Cody and Chelsea married, they determined to create something special in what we would come to know as the funeral home we are in today on College Avenue (almost median free) across from Mid-Town Bryan and all the excitement of a promising future the location offers.

A Chance to Establish Their Own Identity

Cody and Chelsea immersed themselves in visiting other family-owned independent homes for a year, and decided what would work best. People just seeing it for the first time say they never had any idea a funeral home could feel so warm and welcoming, putting people at ease rather than inspiring discomfort. Lorene remained in the background and carefully watched the books as she had for years, but she provided both continuity and care for the perpetual expansion of the family business.

A New Opportunity to Serve My Community

Cody called me in 2015 and said he was opening a new facility and wanted to offer families a Certified Life Celebrant, who could tell the stories of their lifetime and serve either solo or with a ministerial colleague when families requested it. People from all walks of life come through the doors, and their needs and wishes range extensively from traditional to anything but traditional.

Timing could not have been more perfect. I’d been discontented with being in a volunteer service role in my (then) church for reasons that mattered at the time. I’d wanted to be of service to God, and it was a personal goal, just hadn’t figured out what that would look like (yet). When the call, the answer suddenly revealed itself. I was in.

Nine years later, I’m still here, sort of. Thanks to that call from Cody, I experienced the opportunity to work with some of the most amazing people I could ever have asked to be associated with in a family-owned business where I’m not really part of the family but was always treated as though I was, for as long as that could last. In reality, today I am just a vendor, an independent contractor, and I belong to myself.

A Life Celebrant Does What?

If you know me, you know the answer to that question, some more thoroughly than others. I don’t always get the question “What is it you do exactly?” but the fast answer is that when a loved one dies, it is the intent of that person and his or her family to create a service that reflects the best and happiest times of that person’s life, shares stories that bring laughs and tears, and allows people a chance to share the feelings of their hearts with those gathered.

We use music, readings, poems, personal testimonies, and in some cases, the specific words left behind to be shared that day with all who are present. We gather, relax, and enjoy Diet Coke or Dr. Pepper if that was the favorite drink of the loved one. I tell the story of their life, punctuated and accentuated with family and friends sharing their memories. It’s an honor to serve families in this way, and I have loved doing so all these years now, in addition to my other work in publishing, editing, writing, and marketing.

With pride I share that I was trained by the best—Glenda Stansbury of InSight Institute and her co-instructor, Ty Rose. Throughout the year, they train family-owned and corporate-owned individuals with this calling. I edit memoirs, compose memories, and tell the stories of people’s lives in writing. Beyond that, I work in video storytelling with Nicole Lamb of Water to Wine Productions, and we’ve created some amazing legacies that continue to bring comfort to those who want their stories preserved.

Written tributes range from memory booklets to full-page stories in The Eagle; sometimes a story simply must be told, no matter the length. I’ve edited memoirs and gotten them published for families who want something to leave future generations, as one last gift.

I’m privileged to have worked with funeral directors who have gone above and beyond for families, time and again all because they care so very much about each family. I’m not a rah-rah cockeyed optimist who thinks everyone is perfect, but I’m proud of so many I’ve worked with over the years. I’ve watched people grow in their skills and relocate for one reason or another and I’m as proud of their success because they shine and make the profession great.

I’m not always a first choice, and some are still even uncomfortable with a female officiant, but over time, I’ve found that referrals explain it better than any website words—it’s how you feel when the service is over that is the reason I do what I do here. All our jobs revolve every day about offering comfort, respect, caring, and compassion for the most important times of your life, giving a loved one away from his or her earthly life and saying goodbye.

A Funeral Home is a Business but is a Funeral Business a Home?

Through the 50+ years I’ve studied, enjoyed, worked, and carved out my life here, I’ve been fortunate to know or at least be well acquainted with some of our Brazos Valley funeral business pioneers who created legacies that endure today, albeit with some substantial changes.

As a former member of St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, I recall the inimitable Marge Hillier. Most Episcopal women are amazing and distinct for setting goals. They’re laser-focused and they work well together. Hillier Funeral Home earned a reputation for excellence and patronage followed, locally and regionally. Relatively few people remember its original location; many among our senior friends recall exactly.

If you knew Memorial Funeral Home back then, you knew Bill and Brenda Zieren. Theirs were the faces you saw, until Jodie Hoyak joined the business and extended the reputation of excellence.

You were doing business with Marge and Russ, Bill, Brenda, Jodie, and ‘not’ the name of the business. Flash back to 1953, when Homer Lacy Callaway Jones and her husband Manley Jones, Sr. relocated to Bryan from Crockett, Texas, and cofounded the business on College Avenue, which occupies the space on which the original building was built.

Why The Change? Why Sell Now?

I don’t know, nor is it my place to ask, but one thing comes to mind. As only children, Cody didn’t have a choice, nor did Mike, before leading the family business, because it was the family business. It’s like being an Osmond brother and saying you don’t feel like performing when the entire family business is built on your voice.

Sometimes, you just “do” because it is expected, directly or indirectly. Of one thing I’m certain: During his time leading Callaway-Jones, Cody made legendary inroads in the profession, he’s considered a leader of small independent firms. Cody gave our community a legacy it took 120 years to build, five generations to operate and sustain, and whatever Park Lawn does with it will be their decision and up to their leadership.

Good news: the majority of Park Lawn’s team are young, energetic and forward-thinking creatives seasoned enough in old-school, but who are not stuck in a rut of “but we’ve always done it this way” to prevent positive changes from happening.

Now What?

With the sale to Park Lawn Corporation, what changes will we see? Many of your same friends, neighbors, and family are there, with a few changes that have happened and some still likely to come, same as any business.

Speaking personally, I’m no longer exclusive to Callaway-Jones, for the first time in my career as a celebrant and life tribute writer. It’s a tad strange because I still remember the old oak tree and the family entry to the “old place,” and here we are in 2025 and I’m free to work where I want.

In my almost nine years at Callaway-Jones, so many of you have gifted me with the most treasured opportunities to serve your families. In some cases, I’ve officiated for three or four members of your immediate family, as time has passed. Those relationships that exist because of Callaway-Jones are precious to me.

I Love to Tell the Stories

Other relationships that I have forged in this community through my days as an arts, health, education, and other volunteer remain as equally important. One of my favorite “bookings” came to me 12 years ago (before I was at CJ) and she said, “when my husband and I die, you are writing the tributes!” I said, “that’s fine, I’m honored you’ve asked, but don’t make any fast exit plans. We still need you all too much!” Fortunately, they’re still here.

Other tributes I’ve written are sitting in C-J files for when they are needed because some parents knew they didn’t want to leave those tasks to their children who would be grieving them. I’m still honored to serve anyone who needs me at Callaway-Jones same as usual.

I’m also open to creating some amazing new experiences for life celebrations for those who want them. In November, I teamed with a friend as we organized an amazing event to honor the spouse of a longtime friend at Cadillac Ranch on a day when the skies were blue, the sun was out, and life was remembered, with military honors presented.

Dear friend Patti Wade, who retired as full-time C-J secretary last year to remain their family services ambassador (and part-time grandma) is the keeper of many stories and memories of some of our unique services at Callaway-Jones. Patti convinced some on-the-fence about a celebrant to give it a try, and she shared her personal experiences with those who wondered about how these services flow.

The funeral directors I’ve worked with presently at C-J are extremely caring people who want you to have exactly what you want for your loved ones’ services. We have a flow of communications between us that is virtually seamless and sometimes we’ve had some tremendous surprises (weather, weather, weather) but it always seems to work out. It’s all about teamwork.

The people you see and visit with today at Callaway-Jones are the ones you’ve been working with for some time now. They’re still your contact points, and still will be. The firm is growing a little, so you’ll meet some new friends along the way, too. They’re aware of you, your needs, they care about the details important to you, and they have genuine hearts of service.

After all, you don’t enter this field of work lightly. The gifts of servant’s hearts are in each one of them, no matter their role or task in our “family” conclave. Not all of us are perfect, and yet at the end of the day…we’ve all done our very best. Frankly, you can say that about all firms in town as no one sets out each day to make your life anything but easier during these times. There’s enough choice for you to decide what feels right for you.

I’m planning to continue serving families in celebration of life or in tributes at Callaway-Jones as long as there’s a demand for them, but I’m also an independent vendor now going forward. You can also find me as a writer/editor/book publisher through my cell or on Facebook (or subscribe to my new blog that will be debuting soon).

A Final Thought

Saying goodbye to a family-owned business was probably the hardest decision to make, followed by the signing of the agreements of same. It took courage, but with today’s business environment, uncertainty suggests placing a treasured business in the larger hands of a corporation who is poised for the long-term, steady for the long-haul, and able to operate with strength.

This community has not heard the last of businessman Cody Jones, far from it. Whatever he and his family do next will be received enthusiastically. They remain an integral part of BCS history and business upon which we face the future.

At long last the underground pipe replacement and fiber optic cable placement disasters of 2022-2024 are over. All that remains is for the City of Bryan to restore the once-perfect landscaping that was destroyed under the auspices of city improvement.

As I say often, drop by Callaway-Jones anytime; the coffee is fresh and everything is still there in its rightful place. Patti saw to that. It’s the way the family wanted. And I can’t project voices from the past, but I certainly imagine that the ancestors would all be proud of how Cody maintained, built, expanded, grew, and acquired additional assets to offer as the Callaway-Jones corporation was acquired by Park Lawn.

As Petula Clark Once Sang

It’s a sign of the times, friends. Even my beloved Porter Loring Mortuaries that so many of my loved ones counted on in San Antonio, a four-generation family-owned business since 1918, sold to SCI a few months ago, and still the Loring family will remain integral in the daily operations of the business.

Anyone who knows me well knows I can generally come up with a song that I think fits the occasion. I think I’ve found the one.

For Cody Jones, Chelsea Jones, and Lorene Jones, with love. Thanks to all of you for taking a legend and leaving us all a legacy. The future belongs to others now, and as they say when one sailor leaves the post, “We have the watch. Fair winds and following seas.”

“It’s Hard to Leave” by Judith Durham (Seekers Version)