Douglas Hull
Feb 22nd 1938 - Mar 18th 2010
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Doug Warren
March 26th 2010
n259158@aol.com
The story of doug and I running away to be cowboys is true. I have told the story at least a million times. I was a little upset he only had to clean the carriage house attic as his punishment. We had great times together. I will miss him and continue to tell our cowboy story.
Louie and Melissa Meyers
March 25th 2010
lcmey165@aol.com
We hold in our hearts such memories of our affectionately called "Fat Man". Such a warm heart and loving person, and oh yes, such a prankster. I remember once, when he was "camping out" on our property in Georgia, while working on Mall Construction, that he quietly listened to me fret about the fact that all the wild daffodils I had planted hadn't bloomed. One morning I woke up, and looked out to my daffodile garden to see many many daffodiles in bloom. I jumped for joy, amazed that so many daffodils had miraculously appeared. On closer examination, I found that my dear "fat man" had gone out and purchased silk daffodils and silently "planted" them in my garden while I slept.
To the family: We shall miss knowing he walks among us but how nice that we can carry fun and loving memories in our hearts. He will be missed by so many, and especially by the family that meant so much to him. Our hearts ,thoughts and prayers are with all of you.
Kim Monahan
March 24th 2010
kk_monahan@hotmail.com
Doug and Betty were the best neighbors I ever had. At a most difficult time in my life, they made me feel like I had close family right next door.
I will never forget a special thing Doug did for me. At the time, I drove an old minivan that wasn't exactly in the best of shape. One night, Doug asked me if he could borrow my van because he needed it for some reason and would I mind driving his truck to work instead? Well, of course I agreed. When I got home that evening my minivan had a brand-new set of four tires. Doug told me he couldn't stand the thought of me driving my kids around with tires that were an accident waiting to happen. Best of all, he waited SIX MONTHS for me to pay him back! I have never felt so special in my life. I will never forget Doug's kindness and love. He will be missed.
June & Jimmy Clements
March 23rd 2010
bamajune@att.net
We meet Doug the first time up at Cliff and Brenda cabin,it was not like meeting a stronger,I felt like I had known him all of my life.He always call me moma June,I would cook the biskets and he would cook the sagage gravey.Doug and Betty had always treated us like family.Doug like to cook for the group we would be out on a ride and he would be home slaving over the grill cooking steaks.Doug always had a joke to tell, had every one laughing he always had a kind word for everyone.We love to sit and listen to all his storys.Jimmy and I will always keep him in our hearts.We love you Doug
Jodi Jones Ebaugh
March 23rd 2010
fotogenic78@gmail.com
My brother and I are pretty lucky- if you ask me. Not only did we inherit a stepfamily, we inherited a great group of people that we can call friends. Grandpa Doug and Grandma Betty never treated us as if we were only step-grandchildren, but as if we were their own. They opened their hearts and homes and always made us feel welcome. I know that my Grandpa was proud of my accomplishments, he told me so. He was never afraid to grab ahold of you and give you a big bear hug. In fact, that's how he always said hello, a big hug and a smooch and "hi baby". He always said I love you, and found no shame in letting you and anyone else know he genuinely cared. This man broke the mold in so many ways, but Grandfather to me was the biggest. Not just anyone can earn that title, but to me he was the best thing God could have given Dan and I as far as Grandpa's go. Looking back over the years, I have so many memories it's hard to pick a favorite. Let's just say that his love for us, and all that I learned from him will forever more hold a special spot in my heart. I know he is looking down on us, smiling-his beautiful blue eyes twinkling and wondering what all the tears are for! Grandpa- they are tears for loss and sadness but also because you are no longer sick and not in pain. Tell Roger hello for us all, you will be missed more than there are words to explain. Love you always, Jodi
Marcia (Hull) Reese
March 21st 2010
I remember Uncle Doug's blue eyes. If he thought I had been doing something I shouldn't have been one look from those eyes could almost make me wet my pants, then a minute late those eyes would twinkle letting me know that what I had done might not have been so bad. Could it be that he knew he was far more mischievious than I could ever think of being when he was a kid? I remember hearing the stories when my dad, uncle and aunts all sat around a table reminiscing. Uncle Doud usually telling the stories and cracking everyone up. There were plenty of jokes too. One in particular about Mrs. O'leary, her hat and a specimen was never explained to us cousins until we were fully grown!!!
During this last illness I prayed that Uncle Doug would feel better than he had in years, God did answer that prayer, just not in the way I wanted. I selfishly wanted him to stay here with us so I could enjoy his company a little longer. Now he is enjoying a body that is unhampered by anything including the physical constraints of this life. Right now Uncle Doug is feeling better than he ever has and is in the company of many loved ones he hasn't seen in years. I am looking forward to the day when I arrive and those twinkling blue eyes welcome me home.
March 21st 2010
Uncle Doug had an uncanny way of telling a story and making you believe that it was true even if it were a tale. I went 30+ plus years thinking a story he had told me about his brother Billy was true until two years ago when we brought it up and he then chuckled and told me the real story. He took great satisfaction knowing I went through most of my life beliving his tale was true.
As I think of memories, I think back to when I was a little girl and we would have family get togethers at our house and how the adults would sit around the table and it only took minutes for Uncle Doug to start in with his stories. His ability to tell stories or family memories would make my Dad laugh so hard he would snort and sometimes I remember him wiping a tear or two away due to laughing. My Dad was a serious man due to his career and seldom would show that much emotion so it was always great to have Uncle show as I knew Dad would be able to enjoy a great evening of fun.
Dad owned his own Funeral Home and when he passed, 10 years ago, who was there bright and early the next morning but Uncle to help our family with arrangements and stayed the day to make sure we were OK. He immediatley took over the "shepard" role and has been there for our family when/if needed since. He always had a kiss and wink, for me and I will miss him dearly, but know he is with my Dad and making him snort again.
RIP Uncle Doug! I love you
Arlene Hull
March 20th 2010
I always enjoyed Dougs ability to tell a story. Our Aunt Emma thought he would make a great Sunday School teacher! Can you imagine his version of David and Golith? He of course would be David.
Well the story I liked was when our parents were looing at he Hicks House to raise their family in.The realator meet us to take the tour. He disappeared for a short while to let our parents look. When we left to go home ,Mom found the bag of donut holes from Freddies in Lansing. They were a treat for us kids but the bag was empty! Of course Mom asked "Who ate all those donut holes, I 'm going to skin you. Doug finally tole her the realaty man ate them. He say him n the car eating them. It was years later that Doug finally confessed that he was the one who ate them! Mom never knew.
Christina L. Osier
March 20th 2010
lco7ds@hotmail.com
One of my favoriet memories of Doug is, I was working on Nantucket one summer, and he was working on Cape Code. He got my number from someone back home. We were going to meet for lunch one day, as I was going shopping over there anyway. My boss would not let me have the day off, so I had to cancel with Doug. The very next day Some strange man called me and said he wanted to date me. I said no. Then the next day, anouther guy called me and asked me out aswell. Knowing Dough I called him, I asked him whom he gave my number too. He said he didn't, then he started to laugh. He said when he called home to get my number he did not have anything to write on, so he wrote it on a dumster. I told him I owed him big for that one. We always had a laugh about that when ever I saw him.
Mike Boone
March 20th 2010
stcmboone@aol.com
Memory From : Mike Boone
I never had the talent to tell a story like Doug, although I have many great memories.
When I had the opportunity to visit Doug and his family I was always treated like royalty, even better like family. Doug will be greatly missed. I will try not to be saddened by
his death, because in life he could always make me smile.
A cherished friend.
Lori Smalley
March 19th 2010
freedaa@verizon.net
I remember a story Jimmy tells about one winter when him and Doug were out on a very snowy day and they were either helping people from being stuck or bucking drifts themselves. Probably more of the latter if I know those two. Anyways they went thru a drift and if flipped Doug's truck. The truck landed on the passenger side with Doug on top of Jimmy. After the dust or should I say snow settled .....Jimmy asked Doug if he was OK, with a reply of 'yes'. Jimmy says good now get the heck off of me. Jimmy can't tell the story without having a great chuckle.
We will miss his stories and humor, more than you know. He loved his little buddy and his little buddy loved him. We will miss you big guy!
Doug Warren
March 26th 2010
n259158@aol.com
The story of doug and I running away to be cowboys is true. I have told the story at least a million times. I was a little upset he only had to clean the carriage house attic as his punishment. We had great times together. I will miss him and continue to tell our cowboy story.
Louie and Melissa Meyers
March 25th 2010
lcmey165@aol.com
We hold in our hearts such memories of our affectionately called "Fat Man". Such a warm heart and loving person, and oh yes, such a prankster. I remember once, when he was "camping out" on our property in Georgia, while working on Mall Construction, that he quietly listened to me fret about the fact that all the wild daffodils I had planted hadn't bloomed. One morning I woke up, and looked out to my daffodile garden to see many many daffodiles in bloom. I jumped for joy, amazed that so many daffodils had miraculously appeared. On closer examination, I found that my dear "fat man" had gone out and purchased silk daffodils and silently "planted" them in my garden while I slept.
To the family: We shall miss knowing he walks among us but how nice that we can carry fun and loving memories in our hearts. He will be missed by so many, and especially by the family that meant so much to him. Our hearts ,thoughts and prayers are with all of you.
Kim Monahan
March 24th 2010
kk_monahan@hotmail.com
Doug and Betty were the best neighbors I ever had. At a most difficult time in my life, they made me feel like I had close family right next door.
I will never forget a special thing Doug did for me. At the time, I drove an old minivan that wasn't exactly in the best of shape. One night, Doug asked me if he could borrow my van because he needed it for some reason and would I mind driving his truck to work instead? Well, of course I agreed. When I got home that evening my minivan had a brand-new set of four tires. Doug told me he couldn't stand the thought of me driving my kids around with tires that were an accident waiting to happen. Best of all, he waited SIX MONTHS for me to pay him back! I have never felt so special in my life. I will never forget Doug's kindness and love. He will be missed.
June & Jimmy Clements
March 23rd 2010
bamajune@att.net
We meet Doug the first time up at Cliff and Brenda cabin,it was not like meeting a stronger,I felt like I had known him all of my life.He always call me moma June,I would cook the biskets and he would cook the sagage gravey.Doug and Betty had always treated us like family.Doug like to cook for the group we would be out on a ride and he would be home slaving over the grill cooking steaks.Doug always had a joke to tell, had every one laughing he always had a kind word for everyone.We love to sit and listen to all his storys.Jimmy and I will always keep him in our hearts.We love you Doug
Jodi Jones Ebaugh
March 23rd 2010
fotogenic78@gmail.com
My brother and I are pretty lucky- if you ask me. Not only did we inherit a stepfamily, we inherited a great group of people that we can call friends. Grandpa Doug and Grandma Betty never treated us as if we were only step-grandchildren, but as if we were their own. They opened their hearts and homes and always made us feel welcome. I know that my Grandpa was proud of my accomplishments, he told me so. He was never afraid to grab ahold of you and give you a big bear hug. In fact, that's how he always said hello, a big hug and a smooch and "hi baby". He always said I love you, and found no shame in letting you and anyone else know he genuinely cared. This man broke the mold in so many ways, but Grandfather to me was the biggest. Not just anyone can earn that title, but to me he was the best thing God could have given Dan and I as far as Grandpa's go. Looking back over the years, I have so many memories it's hard to pick a favorite. Let's just say that his love for us, and all that I learned from him will forever more hold a special spot in my heart. I know he is looking down on us, smiling-his beautiful blue eyes twinkling and wondering what all the tears are for! Grandpa- they are tears for loss and sadness but also because you are no longer sick and not in pain. Tell Roger hello for us all, you will be missed more than there are words to explain. Love you always, Jodi
Marcia (Hull) Reese
March 21st 2010
I remember Uncle Doug's blue eyes. If he thought I had been doing something I shouldn't have been one look from those eyes could almost make me wet my pants, then a minute late those eyes would twinkle letting me know that what I had done might not have been so bad. Could it be that he knew he was far more mischievious than I could ever think of being when he was a kid? I remember hearing the stories when my dad, uncle and aunts all sat around a table reminiscing. Uncle Doud usually telling the stories and cracking everyone up. There were plenty of jokes too. One in particular about Mrs. O'leary, her hat and a specimen was never explained to us cousins until we were fully grown!!!
During this last illness I prayed that Uncle Doug would feel better than he had in years, God did answer that prayer, just not in the way I wanted. I selfishly wanted him to stay here with us so I could enjoy his company a little longer. Now he is enjoying a body that is unhampered by anything including the physical constraints of this life. Right now Uncle Doug is feeling better than he ever has and is in the company of many loved ones he hasn't seen in years. I am looking forward to the day when I arrive and those twinkling blue eyes welcome me home.
March 21st 2010
Uncle Doug had an uncanny way of telling a story and making you believe that it was true even if it were a tale. I went 30+ plus years thinking a story he had told me about his brother Billy was true until two years ago when we brought it up and he then chuckled and told me the real story. He took great satisfaction knowing I went through most of my life beliving his tale was true.
As I think of memories, I think back to when I was a little girl and we would have family get togethers at our house and how the adults would sit around the table and it only took minutes for Uncle Doug to start in with his stories. His ability to tell stories or family memories would make my Dad laugh so hard he would snort and sometimes I remember him wiping a tear or two away due to laughing. My Dad was a serious man due to his career and seldom would show that much emotion so it was always great to have Uncle show as I knew Dad would be able to enjoy a great evening of fun.
Dad owned his own Funeral Home and when he passed, 10 years ago, who was there bright and early the next morning but Uncle to help our family with arrangements and stayed the day to make sure we were OK. He immediatley took over the "shepard" role and has been there for our family when/if needed since. He always had a kiss and wink, for me and I will miss him dearly, but know he is with my Dad and making him snort again.
RIP Uncle Doug! I love you
Arlene Hull
March 20th 2010
I always enjoyed Dougs ability to tell a story. Our Aunt Emma thought he would make a great Sunday School teacher! Can you imagine his version of David and Golith? He of course would be David.
Well the story I liked was when our parents were looing at he Hicks House to raise their family in.The realator meet us to take the tour. He disappeared for a short while to let our parents look. When we left to go home ,Mom found the bag of donut holes from Freddies in Lansing. They were a treat for us kids but the bag was empty! Of course Mom asked "Who ate all those donut holes, I 'm going to skin you. Doug finally tole her the realaty man ate them. He say him n the car eating them. It was years later that Doug finally confessed that he was the one who ate them! Mom never knew.
Christina L. Osier
March 20th 2010
lco7ds@hotmail.com
One of my favoriet memories of Doug is, I was working on Nantucket one summer, and he was working on Cape Code. He got my number from someone back home. We were going to meet for lunch one day, as I was going shopping over there anyway. My boss would not let me have the day off, so I had to cancel with Doug. The very next day Some strange man called me and said he wanted to date me. I said no. Then the next day, anouther guy called me and asked me out aswell. Knowing Dough I called him, I asked him whom he gave my number too. He said he didn't, then he started to laugh. He said when he called home to get my number he did not have anything to write on, so he wrote it on a dumster. I told him I owed him big for that one. We always had a laugh about that when ever I saw him.
Mike Boone
March 20th 2010
stcmboone@aol.com
Memory From : Mike Boone
I never had the talent to tell a story like Doug, although I have many great memories.
When I had the opportunity to visit Doug and his family I was always treated like royalty, even better like family. Doug will be greatly missed. I will try not to be saddened by
his death, because in life he could always make me smile.
A cherished friend.
Lori Smalley
March 19th 2010
freedaa@verizon.net
I remember a story Jimmy tells about one winter when him and Doug were out on a very snowy day and they were either helping people from being stuck or bucking drifts themselves. Probably more of the latter if I know those two. Anyways they went thru a drift and if flipped Doug's truck. The truck landed on the passenger side with Doug on top of Jimmy. After the dust or should I say snow settled .....Jimmy asked Doug if he was OK, with a reply of 'yes'. Jimmy says good now get the heck off of me. Jimmy can't tell the story without having a great chuckle.
We will miss his stories and humor, more than you know. He loved his little buddy and his little buddy loved him. We will miss you big guy!
