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Neil Goodson

O'Neil Goodson pic fixedNeil Goodson, age 88, passed away on Monday, January 14, 2019 in the CHI St. Lukes Hospital Lufkin.  He was born July 24, 1930 in Houston County, to parents, Hill Goodson and Dollie Smitherman Goodson.  Neil served in the United States Army during the Korean Conflict.  He was a retired logger and a member of the Assembly of God Church in Kennard.

Neil is survived by his wife of 63 years, Anna Goodson of Kennard; children, Dana O’Neil Goodson and wife, Robbie of Pearson Chapel; Dennis Goodson and wife, Kelly of Weldon, Harold Goodson and wife, Janet of Bastrop, Pat Duell of Kennard, David Goodson and wife, Helen of Kennard; grandchildren, Sabrina Chapman and husband, Stephen of Grapeland, Jeremy Goodson and wife, Konnie of Latexo, Christine Lowery and husband, Jamie of Kennard, Stephanie Ackley and husband, Wilbert of Kennard, Justin Upshaw and wife, Maria of Willis, Cody Upshaw of Conroe, Clark Goodson of College Station, Kyle Goodson of College Station; thirteen great-grandchildren; sister, Ethel Straubing of Rowlett; brother-in-law, Bill Westerman and wife, Glenda of Kennard; sisters-in-law, Eunice Conner of Kennard, Mertis Goodson of Fort Worth; numerous nieces, nephews and other relatives.  He is preceded in death by his parents, Hill and Dollie Goodson; brothers, Rolan Goodson and G.A. Goodson; sisters, Linnie Graham and Japaline Sampsel.

Graveside services for Neil Goodson will be held on Friday, January 18, 2019 at 10:00 a.m. in the Ivie Cemetery with Bro. Larry Andrews officiating.  In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Joe W. Elliott House, 220 Gene Samford Dr., Lufkin, TX 75904, or to a charity of your choice.

Online condolences may be made at www.callawayallee.com.

CALLAWAY-ALLEE FUNERAL HOME

3 Comments
  1. Neil Goodson taught me how to cut logs. He was the best I ever saw. I thoroughly enjoyed learning from him & loved being with him. He was always on time. Always did his job. Didn’t have to tell him what you wanted done but once. He had it! No mistakes. No excuses! Hardest working man I ever had the pleasure of working with. June & I send our deepest sympathy.

  2. Thoughts and prayers for the family of a good man who inspired such a great family!

  3. We all have to find our way to deal with the grieving process when a loved one has passed. The past few days I have pondered some with finding mine, with Daddy’s passing. I found, for me, Aroma Therapy helps. Not the traditional Aroma Therapy that comes to ones mind, but rather, Daddy’s aroma , therapy.
    It begins as a young boy of 6/7, the fist time daddy took me to the logging woods, He, Dana, Dennis & I. Me, not having a clue where we were going or what to do and somewhat scared. But, upon reaching the logging set, & opening the doors of the pickup, the aromas just before daylight, remain unforgettable. The pungent smell of fresh cut pine, the resin, pine needles & even the bark of the trees fill my nostrils even as I write this. Second part of the therapy, the fragrances of daddy after his days work was done, pine sap, saw dust, smoke from his chainsaw, and sweat, impregnated into every inch his clothes, one would think this not a pleasant experience for the olfactory glands, but you would be mistaken, these combined to produce a sweet earthy fragrance that filled the pickup cab on the way home. Next, once home, daddy would strip off his work clothes on the back steps/porch and take a bath, put on clean clothes, clean shaven with after shave. As he walked thru the house every room would fill with daddy’s aroma, fresh & clean, soap, & after shave. After a bit of rest in his recliner, the fourth part of the therapy. Out the back door, to work on a spare chainsaw, or rebuilding a car motor or other such mechanical needs. The smell of gasoline, oil, grease, & yes daddy’s sweat. Then the final part of the therapy, daddy cleaning up again and mama cooking. Fried pork chops, ribbon cane syrup, biscuits, or fried chicken mashed potatoes and gravy, “possibly” the occasional out of season venison or……………bologna sandwiches.

    This floods me with memories, and while difficult, also provides consolation & peace. As these memories of aromas of daddy are as vivid at this moment as they where 50 years ago and reminds me of the man he was to us all, and how lucky we were to have him as a husband, father, and friend.

    Daddy, rest well in your eternal sleep, no worries and pain will you have. Rest well knowing we all are okay & better people, because of the person you were.

    Love you,

    Harold Wayne

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