In Loving Memory Of The
Angels That Led My Way
Joe Burns
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Eulogies Below
On May 09, 1915, a quiet Sunday morning, into this world a handsome blue-eyed baby boy blessed the home of James Monroe Burns and Ellie Jones Burns of Huntington, Texas.
This precious child, Robert Lee Burns, was not only a blessing to this family but also a lifelong companion to his one true love Felma Burns and spirit-filled father to his sons Jim and Joe, whom he cherished so much.
In order to understand who my father was, one must look into the family that nurtured him and taught him the valued truths he followed and cherished throughout his life. His young life, to the age of nine, was filled with the love and attention of his devoted mother, Ellie. She was, during this time, the major influence on his life. Her untimely death when he was nine made an impact on him one could see many years after her death.
Growing up in the 1920’s one can visualize him walking through the east Texas woods with a 22 rifle in one hand and a fishing pole in the other. These formative years in
his young life gave him a profound respect for nature and the beauty of God’s creation. He has, on many occasions, blessed us with stories of his ventures. I think it was
during these times that he realized the farther to a fishing hole the larger the fish would become on his way home. Although he would not lie, he would however make it clear he would tell you the truth three or four ways before he would lie to you.
His education was important since his father was a teacher. He excelled in his studies and ventured farther and farther from the small town atmosphere of Huntington, Texas. He graduated from Lufkin High school where he lettered each year in football.
It was during his mid 20’s his father, whom he respected and trusted so, introduced him to a certain body of principles and rules of morals, duties, and conduct, taught
in The Masonic Fraternity. Robert Lee Burns’ grandfather, Cicero Benjamin Burns as well as his father, James Monroe Burns were both Past Masters of the Homer Masonic Lodge
number 254 in Huntington, Texas. Robert Lee Burns served as a mason for over 61 years in that lodge in Huntington.
It was at a Halloween dance in Lufkin, Texas during this part of his life he met the only woman he ever loved, Felma Burns. This bond lasted both of their lives, over
60 years. Not even a war could separate these two. Both of them went to Catalina Island, together when dad entered the United States Merchant Marines. This time in his life matured him to the realities of life. War could have changed him, but it was his faith and the help and support Felma gave that got him through.
It was during the war he learned a trade that supported our family for over 45 years. The work of welding and burning became an art for him. He was in fact
one of the best at what he did. Even during hard times in the economy he always had a job. One of his old-time work buddies commented, “Robert Burns can cut threads on a re-enforcing rod and screw a nut on it.”
There never was anyone in the Iron Workers Union Local #84 in Houston that did not love and respect him during the more than 45 years he help build virtually every building that was built in downtown Houston at this time. He said many times, in a comical gesture, that I believe Houston would crumble if I had all my welds back.
He was one of a kind.
Nothing was more important to him than his family. I believe it was the loss of their firstborn twins in the late 40s that made mom and dad so protective of Jim and me.
I remember the stories dad would tell about mom tying Jim and me to the bottom of the boat to keep us from falling out. One story was the most comical to me.
While fishing at the Neches river, they put Jim and me in this make-shift pen with chicken wire so we could not wander off while they fished. Mom would constantly check on us and during one such investigation, she screamed that I was missing. Dad came running and both of them began a search. As it turned out I had crawled into an armadillo hole inside the pen.
Daddy was so mad when he pulled me out of the hole. One of the most precious traits of Robert Burns was his sense of humor. I am sure most of us have been on the wrong end
of his teasing. He loved to smile and nothing made him happier than to make someone laugh.
It was during the hardships that I witnessed the character of my father. There was no time he did not put his God first and no time did his faith falter. He held my mother together
for the many years of her pains caused by the accident in 1955. He was the rock that kept our family solid. He put Jim and me through school and stood by us in good as well as
bad times. He sacrificed himself for the betterment of his family.
He toiled and labored in the hot sun for 45 years to see his sons have what he thought was a better life. He refused to allow Jim or me to consider anything but a college education and a craft that would allow for a better life than he could give. He worried so much about whether he was able to provide what it would take to accomplish this.
It was so hard for him when he noticed his memory was failing. He shed many tears when he shared his thoughts about whether he was a good father and husband. He spent so many years thinking about others and not himself. To me, there is no character more godly than one that
sacrifices himself for his family and others. Before his memory failed he did realize that he was a success and his sons would be there for him and would not let him down. Even though the last years were a struggle for him he was happy and always had that special Bob Burns smile.
I honor my father today as I honored my mother when she passed. I consider myself blessed for the time I have had with both my mother and father. All who knew my dad were blessed in a special way. Robert Lee Burns had a special God-given blessing that could not be ignored, but treasured; a talent to make people smile and a smile that warmed one’s heart. My dad knew the lesson King Solomon wrote about when he said:
“Remember your Creator while you are still young before those dismal days and years come when you will say, ‘I don’t enjoy life’. That is when the light of the sun, the moon and the stars will grow dim for you, and the rain clouds will never pass away. Then your arms, that have protected you, will tremble, and your legs, now strong, will grow weak.
Your teeth will be too few to chew your food, and your eyes too dim to see clearly. Your ears will be deaf to the noise of the street. You will barely be able to hear the mill as it grinds or the music as it plays, but even the song of a bird will wake you from sleep. You will be afraid of high places, and walking will be dangerous.
Your hair will turn white; you will hardly be able to drag yourself along, and all desire will be gone. We are going to our final resting place, and then there will be mourning in the streets. The silver chain will snap, and the golden lamp will fall and break; the rope at the well will break, and the water jar will be shattered.
Our bodies will return to the dust of the earth, and the breath of life will go back to God, who gave it to us. After all this, there is only one thing to say: Have reverence for God, and obey his commands, because this is all that man was created for.”
May The Lord Jesus Christ Bless us all as we have been blessed by Robert and Felma Burns. I pray that their souls rest in peace and that they today be with our Lord in paradise.
Amen
Joe Burns
Sept 8, 2001
On Friday, July 12, 1918, from a descendant of Spain, Andrew Lozano, and a young humble Indian girl, Vicenta Manchaca, an Angel was born whose spirit still permeates not only our lives but these very walls of this church which she was a member.
Born under a wagon in this very community, Felicita Lozano became not only a beautiful daughter, a loving devoted wife but also the most loving and cherished mother I could have been blessed with. In the young years of her life, walking these very roads to school, writing her name on the bluff banks of this very road down to the bridge at Moral Creek, Felicita became known by the ones that loved her and her friends as Felma.
She ventured farther and farther from these humble surroundings, and graduated high in her class at Douglas High School in or around 1937. She had fond memories of a small community just outside of Douglas. This community, for whatever reason, made a lasting impression on her. My entire life she said she had graduated from Seedtick University in 1937.
A short time after this she met a young man from Huntington, Texas, at a street dance on Halloween night in Lufkin. This young gentleman, a mason, a fiddle, and a guitar player, would forever change her life. On August 9, 1941, she married the only man she ever loved, Robert Lee Burns, and became Felma Burns.
The war could not keep them apart. She followed my dad to Catalina Island and stood beside him in loving support while he served in The United States Merchant Marines. Her dedication, love, and support solidified their union during these troubled times. After the war she carried what she thought was the most cherished and blessed miracle a mother could pray for, twins; a boy and a girl for nine months she felt living inside her.
This miracle, this blessing would be the first in many lessons of one’s faith and endurance in this life, she had to endure. No sooner than they were born an Angel took them away to serve The Lord that my mother loved so much. She did not even get to see these precious babies. This, for many people, would not only destroy their lives but end a faith in The Lord that she served.
Her prayers not slowed, her faith not vanquished, for on the 14th day of November 1951, a precious baby was born who would become a loving spirit filled son, the most precious brother I could have wished for, a quiet gentle Masonic Brother and the best doctor Humble, Texas will ever know, Robert James Burns. Felma Burns wrapped her whole world around this baby.
With this confirmation of her faith, she prayed that this miracle of life is repeated. One year and eight days later, on November 22, 1952, that miracle of life was repeated. From that day forward she centered her life around raising my brother and me to be the best we could be in whatever we did.
In 1955, an auto accident, that broke over 20 bones in her body, gave her a whiplash neck and created in her the many pains she suffered, for over 45 years. This test of endurance purified her faith in God and created in her a quality I have seen in very few. Through the many years, of dealing with her pain, she still supported her two sons in baseball, football, and every activity that growing boys belong to.
From 1966 to 1971 she walked, with pain and all, two miles to virtually every baseball game my brother and I played at MacArthur High School. No matter how many people were in the crowd, I could tell my mother was there with that patented, Whoopee! Felma Burns was a survivor. Without her strength, prayers, faith, and endurance I nor my brother, would be here to honor her in this humble and respectful manner.
During the last five years of my mother’s life, she became totally dependent on my brother and me. Her independence was changed to dependence and her strength became a weakness. She reveled in the company of her sons, her husband, and grandchildren.
For the last two years of her life, she hopefully anticipated the joyful possibility of holding a newborn baby, of my blood, in her arms. In January 2000, that hope was extinguished when the last specialist said this could not happen, due to an injury earlier in my life. She said, as many times in my life, “Joe, you got to believe in miracles!”
I know she prayed for this miracle. For the last nine months, she has held on to life tighter than at any time or time she has been sick. She has said to me and to others here, I am tired and ready to die, but if it’s God’s will I want to see this miracle to hold and bless. On the 21st of December, 2000, a stroke caused, what looked like, the end of this possibility.
On that day, after giving me the instructions you see here today, she made a request of me. She did not want me to call anyone else, she wanted to go peacefully. Her request was that I call her sister, Mackey, which I did. She said, “No one that Mackey has ever prayed for, has died.” I did, that day, what she asked. There must have been an Angel there because on the 27th of December, 2000 she got to hold, love, and bless John Joseph Burns, Jr., the miracle she prayed so hard for.
Her lucky number was always 7. Felma Lozano Burns, the loving wife to Robert Lee Burns and cherished mother of myself and my brother Robert, the enduring spirit of my brother’s children, Robert and Krystal. With my special son John Andrew Burns and the last gift she hoped for this Christmas season, the one she called, Baby Joe, total the 7 gifts given to her by the God she loved and trusted so.
She lived just 7 days from the baby’s birth on that 27th day of December, and then Felma Lozano Burns Rested… May the Love, Joy, Grace, and Spirit of The Lord Jesus Christ bless all of us in the special way my mother has blessed me.
Amen
With all my love,
Joe Burns
January 06, 2001
As I edit this page I remember Robert Lee Burns and Felma Lozano Burns, my mom, and dad, as the perfect roles that they were. I am humbled by the thought of the many years that I had with them on this earth. I thank You, Lord, for the many memories and thoughts that I have each and every day.
The names of Robert Lee Burns and Felma Lozano Burns are in many places on the internet and this website is my humble way to continue to honor them as I remember. I remember the days I wrote the Eulogies. These days are always in my mind. It was so very hard but I tried to write what I thought would last many years after.
Robert Lee Burns was a Mason in the Lodge in Huntington, Texas. He was a Mason for 61 years. I believe he was a Mason as long as his marriage to my mom, Felma Lozano Burns. He was a welder in Local #84 in Houston from 1946 to at least 1985. He and my mom had a wonderful marriage and I remember many years of happiness they had together.
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