In Loving Memory

Lynn Clyde Taggart

Lynn Clyde Taggart
July 27, 1933
November 16, 2021
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Lynn Clyde Taggart was born the fourth of six children to Clara and Marvin Taggart on July 27, 1933 in DeQueen, Arkansas.

Patience and kindness were part of everything he did. He lived a happy and full life for 88 years, 66 of them with his wife Lois.

He is Dad to Kathie and Bruce Fry, Karen and Robert Perryman, and Kasey and Mark Eastwood, Granddad to Brian Beasley and Misty Smith, Joseph and Rebecca Perryman, and Melanie and Kris Halbert, Great-Granddad to Sam Beasley, and Zayden, Zaren, Ricky and Riley Perryman, Brother to Quinton and Shirley Taggart, and Uncle to numerous nieces and nephews.

A memorial service will be held on Saturday, November 27, 2021 at Chappell Hill United Methodist Church at 11:00 a.m. with a reception to follow.

In lieu of flowers memorials may be sent to Hospice Brazos Valley in Brenham or Chappell Hill United Methodist Church in Chappell Hill.

Tribute to Granddad

My precious, golden-hearted granddad, Lynn Clyde Taggart, went to sleep on earth last night and woke up in eternity at a glorious family reunion.

Granddad’s mind was brilliant, and he was the hardest worker I’ve ever known. He served in the USAF, worked for Texaco and NASA, and taught math at a junior college. I swore up and down he could plant a tire and grow a Ferrari if he wanted to, but he grew the sweetest fruits and vegetables instead until he couldn’t lift a bag of soil anymore. When he had a farm, he took me and my cousins out in his pasture and let us feed and catch the fish in his pond. He would take me out into the woods behind the pasture and let me throw sticks in the creek and watch them float from one side of the bridge to the other. He’d yell “low bridge” whenever we had to duck under a low-hanging branch, because that was the phrase I came up with. He took me on a train from Rusk to Palestine and we ate peanut butter logs and looked out the window for his lost dog, Drover. He kept a fire in the fireplace when it was cold outside. When it was time for bed, we’d curl up and do a crossword puzzle together.

When I told him I got into Concordia University, he told me I was “goin’ to a good Lutheran school, a beer-drinkin’ school.”

When I got old enough to date, I told myself I wouldn’t marry anyone my granddad didn’t like. I wanted a love like the love he and my grandmama had for the past 66 years. Lo and behold, Kris was the only one he absolutely adored, and I knew I was marrying the right guy. Since Granddad worked for Texaco as an Assistant Manager of Computer Services and NASA on flight simulators, I could leave Kris in the living room while I went to help in the kitchen, and the two of them could visit for hours about technology.

He was an ace at the dominoes game called Mexican Train that we played every year at Christmas.

When he spoke, when he laughed, when he blessed every meal we ate together as a family, he was powerful. He was heard by all. And you felt something. He was so wise.

He kept his bone dry sense of humor, quiet but powerful demeanor, and heart for helping others until the day he was called home. Even in his final days, when his booming voice was reduced to a whisper, he spoke about helping his friends fix things and going out to the pasture to feed his donkeys. He also told me how proud he was of me and how pretty he thought my hair is. He was tall and strong and wonderful and larger than life with a heart the size of Texas.

He loved his family all the way from here to his birthplace of De Queen, Arkansas and back again, and he told us so every chance he got.

Rest well and hug all of our family members who have gone before you. Be free of pain. I love you so much, Granddad.

Love, Melanie Kaye