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Allen C. Geiser

Sadly, we lost Allen on July 17, 2020, due to a fall from a ladder.  Further details will be posted.  Please keep Betty and the family in your prayers.

Barbara Raines spoke to Alllen's son Kevin.  There will be a private service, due to the current Covdi crisis,  and Allenwill be cremated, per his wishes  A gathering in honor of Allen will be announced later.

Click on this link for Allen's obituary:  https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/houston-tx/allen-geiser-9268884

Allen's son, Kevin, has shared the following beloved memories of his dad:

Allen Clark Geiser, 74, born September 24, 1945, passed away on July 17, 2020. He is survived by his wife, Elizabeth Ann Geiser, twochildren Kevin Geiser and Ashley McRorie, four grandchildren, and one great-grandchild.
It has taken a week to get to a point of sharing so here we go…


My father will be truly missed not only by our immediate family, but also the countless numbers of extended family, friends, neighborsand acquaintances who crossed his path over the past 74 years. Dad was a “true man of his generation,” stubborn, hard headed,persistent, thorough, authoritative, intimidating, strong willed, proud, helpful, compassionate, generous, loving, caring, selfless, understanding and patient (sometimes). Dad spent much of his life focused on what “needed to be done” in relation to caring for others, whether that be family, friends or work related. Dad would give the shirt off his back to care for individuals in need. This even
extended to squirrels as his last act of kindness was to build a bridge between two trees in order for the feeder to be reached and avoid the dogs below.


Dad was a selfless man who attempted to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders so the burden of others would be lessened.  Stress and worry always presented themselves as the downside for this mentality. I can say with 100% certainty that both his stress and worry have completely vanished and relinquished their hold. My father is now at peace of which cannot be experienced in the flesh.


To all the family and friends who have reached out to us over this past week, I want to extend a huge thank you for the thoughts and prayers. We are truly blessed and grateful for the many individuals reaching out to offer assistance in this difficult time.

I can only speak for myself in knowing my father lives on in my heart and through me as an individual. So much of who I have become and want to be is because of the example of a man I had over the past 48 years. The flood of memories from the different states we lived in, the camping/fishing vacations, servicing the family vehicles, days on the baseball field and so many others are continuously running through my mind. I will never forget the countless hours behind our garage in Kingwood where dad loved to have a catch and allow me to practice pitching. The movie Field of Dreams has always reminded me of my dad and brought a tear to my eye with the ending question posed by Kevin Costner….”Dad, want to have a catch?” It always made me reflect on fond memories with dad and so thankful for the time together. One day we will have a catch once more. I could go on and on about things dad taught me either by my own willingness or by demand since it was ultimately for my own good, thankful for both approaches now.


Unfortunately at this time, we will not be having any formal services. Based on my father’s wishes and the current COVID situation, our plan is to have a Celebration of Life when restrictions on gathering are no longer in place. One of the greatest joys for my father was being in a crowd of family and/or friends. For those that know my dad, he loved to talk, share his wisdom, give advice and reminisce on the past. It is only fitting we hold an event he would want to be in the middle of with all the people he held dear to his heart.


One specific shout out to the Waltrip Class of 64, you all were always a huge part of dad’s life through the years. To the “football boys,” you were all like brothers to dad and held in the highest regard. Earl Campbell, Nolan Ryan, and Hakeem Olajuwon may be the great sports heroes I admired growing up who of course all wore #34. There will never be a more important, admired, loved and missed #34 in my life than my father. I keep having a vision pop in my head of dad finally free and racing down the side line towards the end zone
once again reliving the fond “glory days” as he referred to them. I pray one day I have the opportunity and honor to put a hand in the dirt in front of dad as his lead blocker to clear the path for another score, since he cleared my path for so many years through life. This is not the end by any means. I will see again dad, I just don’t know when that time will come. I love you, miss you and hold you dear to my heart, now and forever.

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07/27/21 09:16 PM #1    

Teddie Jordan

Dear Allen, it has taken me over a year to accept the fact that you have passed on. I first met you in the seventh  grade when we both went to Black Jr. high. You were from Garden Oaks and I from Oak Forest. We were both mid termers, which is an unfamiliar term to people today. The term came from us being in the leading edge of the Baby Boomer generation due to the population  explosion that occurred when our Dad's returned home after victory in WWII! 

If I am not mistaken we were both alphabetically assigned to Mr Clausen's homeroom at Black. He was a real character and unlike any other teacher I had ever had! That is probably true for all of us because he was really a piece of work. " Little Johnny is no more, for what he thought was H2O, was H2SO4".Or his tales about the infamous " Sally Mae Hoopen Holler'!  Mr. Clausen was a real character and was like a signal that Jr. high was going to be a step up in our awareness and sheltered early lives!

I enjoyed and benefited from Allen's friendly and confident nature from the beginning.Traits that I at that point lacked! Through the Junior high years we attended girl's birthday parties at their homes, many school sock hops and dances, and other extra curricular activities. We had a lot of fun. I was on the 8th grade football team with Allen, but he was one of our stars and I was second string. We interacted a lot through those years of early teen innocence in "Mayberry". It is worthy of note that Allen won the ninth grade boys American Legion award for our ninth grade class at Black. I was proud to just be one of the nominees. And we continued to intereact with Allen and Betty in our Waltrip and early married years. Allen always put a smile on my face.

Rest In Peace old friend, and I look forward to seeing you at the great reunion of our souls in Heaven. I'm sure Jackie is already starting to plan and organize one for those of our class who are already there! 😁 


07/28/21 10:10 AM #2    

Tom Britton '65

Allen was indeed one in a million. One heck of a great guy. I know how very proud his mother was of him. So glad he knew the Lord Jesus Christ and that we'll all be seeing one another again.

And, yes, Mr. Claussen. A most memorable and entertaining teacher. 

 


07/29/21 07:04 PM #3    

Larry Reid '63

Did not know Allen all that well but well enough to know he was a topnotch guy who will be missed. Thank you, Teddy Jordan, for posting the story about Mr. Claussen. He was indeed a trip along with Mr. Pappas or was it Prappas, first name George??? The thing I always remember about Mr. Claussen was what he said was the correct pronunciation of Missouri. He said that you could tell if someone was from Missouri by the way they pronounced Missouri. He said it was Missoura not Missouri. Been to Missouri a many a time and have found few natives who say ra, LOL.


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