Rodney Lowell Talbot, 86 passed away peacefully with his youngest daughter Kathleen Eichman by his side on February 4th, 2021.
Rod was born July 21st, 1934 to William and Alice Talbot in Detroit, Michigan. He graduated from McLeansboro High School in McLeansboro, IL. After graduation Rod joined the Air Force where he served his country for eight years.
He is preceded in death by his parents William and Alice Talbot, first wife Doris GaVette and his granddaughter Amber Eichman.
He leaves behind his wife of 57 years Ouisa Ann Talbot. His children Deborah Van Horn and husband Jim, Todd Talbot, Melinda Talbot and wife Sheryl Loring, Ouisa Evelyn Talbot, Kathleen Eichman and husband Jimmie.
His grandchildren, Cassandra Schreckengost and husband Mike (AKA, The Onions), Zachary Talbot and his wife Michelle, Ouisa Nicole Talbot, Sarah Van Horn, Olivia Eichman and Alison Eichman. His great grandchildren Billy Rakowski and Cooper Talbot.
Obituaries typically never tell you what the person was really like. It’s rather like making Texas Chili. You’ve got a mess of ingredients (the family) but it’s the cook (Dad) who determines the flavor. We know the following memories will help you know and understand the husband, father and grandfather he was. Oh, and there’s no beans in Texas Chilli.
Rod was outgoing, adventurous, hilarious, friendly and a flirt. He was a big personality that lit up a room and was often the center of attention. He was the kind of guy that worked hard to get the volunteer fire department started in the tiny community of Smith Point, Texas and he worked hard to keep it going. He loved people, dogs and babies, But, what he most loved was his family, especially his beautiful wife, Ouisa. They meant the world to him. The more family he had around him, the happier he was. He was very protective of his daughters and once said to a group of young men, "I have three beautiful daughters and a double barrel shotgun. And I know how to use it”. That was all it took to keep his girls safe from that bunch. He was a big man that could scare the pants off of you, but also had his tender side. In later years you would melt in his arms when he hugged you, he would hold on so tight and for so long. Our Daddy was special, impractical as hell and could be infuriating at times, but we loved him and he loved us.
We always seemed to be going and doing things as a family. Museums, amusement parks, memorials, air shows, etc. Dad made us a little travel trailer we could attach to the back of our van so a family of six could hold down costs during our travel. He put many hours into the construction of this trailer and into the finishing of a panel van into something comfortable to travel cross country in. He was very proud of all the hours he put into making sure his family could travel the country in what he had build for us.
Being the youngest kid in the family, I often found myself with daddy, while my older siblings were able to go off and “do their own thing”. My earliest memory is when I was little, little. Maybe 6 or 7 years old. We were on Galveston Island, I believe at Seawolf Park. I recall there being a museum and grounds to walk around and see. I was holding dad’s pinky finger. I was fascinated with how large his hand was and how I could just grip that pinky finger as we toured the museum and grounds. It is a tender and loving moment. I remember hanging on to his pinky finger another time, when visiting the Texas Monument and toured Battleship Texas. Hanging out with dad, as we went on our adventures, seemed to just stick, as I got older; and, even as I grew into my teenage years, I continued to hang with dad. He had a love of museums and historical sites. He passed that love onto me. I have so many cherished memories of those times when I would just hang on to daddy.
Dad and I attended a Dallas Cowboys preseason football game against the Pittsburgh Steelers in 1994. About half way through the football game, a belligerent Pittsburgh fan was heckling me since I was wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey. I started to stand up and confront the guy when dad put his hand on my shoulder and told me he will fix this problem. Dad stood up, turned around and stared at the heckler. After the guy saw the look on dad’s face, he put up his hand, said his apologies and sat back down.
Finally, as the only son, you wonder when your dad see’s you as a man. We went to volunteer fire fighter training when I was 16. At the end of the day, he took me to a bar right off the training facility and proclaimed to the entire place that his son had just finished the fire fighter training and he wanted to buy me two beers. Now mind you, this was in 1979 way before people started getting so uptight about things. I’ll never forget how that made me feel and the pride he had in me.
A celebration of Life service will be held at Heritage Funeral Home at 425 E Central Texas Expressway, Harker Heights, Tx. at 2:00 PM Sunday, February 21, 2021.
If you would like to make a donation in Rod’s honor you can do so to either New Braunfels Christian Church at 734 Tx-337 New Braunfels, Tx 78130 or Alzheimer’s Texas at https://www.txalz.org/
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