Donald Huburtus York

Born May 22, 1930

Burial arrangements under the direction of Sunny Lane Cemetery.


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Jessee Grimes

October 8, 2013

Jane- I am sorry for you and your families loss. My prayers are with you

Ross White

October 1, 2013

Favorite Memory from Grandson Ross White:
My favorite memory with Papa would have to be sitting at his kitchen table and listening to him tell stories, about how he used to play music on the radio station, having an adult beverage with Hank Williams, fishing with Coach Jensen and last but not least his amazing knowledge of OU football and how he knew stats from games back in the 60's and 70's!

You will missed Papa,

Love Ross.

Crystal White

October 1, 2013

Granddaughter Crystal White's favorite memory of papa:
Growing up I spent a lot of time with Papa and Granny! One of my favorite things to do while visiting them was to play nurse. Papa would be watching tv in his recliner, and I would have tape, scissors, band-aids and sometimes even some type is poking device! Papa would let me doctor him from head to toe pulling off tape, band-aids and possibly even getting a shot with my make shift needle. From then on I was know as Nurse Hazel!

We will miss you so much papa!!!

Love always,

Chris York

October 1, 2013

Grandson Chris York's favorite memories of PaPa:
Many joyful memories of PaPa will be with me all the days of my life. He was and always will be an inspiration to me. His love and dedication to his family, showing us the true meaning of that close family bond and togetherness. I loved sitting at the kitchen table with him and listen to him tell stories of living life to the fullest. Laughing about the many good times, grunting and shaking his head at the few bad times, but never a story of regret. His hard work ethic was also inspiring, knowing that if something was worth doing it was worth doing well. From taking care of the fields to taking care of the garden, he did it all with pride and hard work. Again, sitting at the kitchen table and listening to the stories of life, and many a times tasting the benefits of his labors, from the fresh tomatoes of his garden to the amazing smoked pork chops from his grill. All the grand kids comparing suntans with PaPa to see who's was darker, which he always won, but would tell us to keep working on it, we were getting there. Once again, sitting around the kitchen table, learning all about the history of OU football, it's great legacy, coaches, players, and what it means to be a champion inspired me in so many ways as well.
While sitting around that kitchen table, I never realized what all I was learning from those stories of life. So many happy memories of my Grandpa I will always have, but one of my fondest will be sitting at that kitchen table, learning about life; past, present, and what I can apply to the future. Your love, dedication and devotion will truly be missed, but your memory and life's lessons will carry on. We will see you and Zach on the other side, until then we will keep on loving each other and living life to the fullest.

Gina Cheatham (York)

October 1, 2013

My memories of PaPa as a little girl were riding around Choctaw in his "old blue" truck and going to the Choctaw Restaurant for breakfast where he drank coffee and bragged about me to his friends. I remember he always told me a bedtime story when I spent the night - he was a great storyteller and really made me believe that the family of monkeys packed their lunches to catch a ride on the train to Missouri for a picnic!! The true love and dedication that PaPa had for his family (especially for Granny) is rare. I hope that we follow his example and continue the traditions he started for our family.

I will miss you PaPa.


Steven York

October 1, 2013

Donald Huburtus York

Not many people knew our Dads middle name, our Mother tells the story she did not find out for sometime what the H stood for. Our Dad had Hereditary Rickets Disease, it was why our Dads legs where the way they were.
This disease would have kept a many a men down, after several surgery's to straighten the bones in his legs when he was 8 and with the medical technology being what it was in 1938, it was decided there was not much else they could do for him. Our dad could have chosen a different life with the disability he had, but he never looked at it as a disability.
Our dad started working at the age of 10 on a farm and continued to work when he got out of high school to help support his mom and dad. His disease only kept him from 2 things in life, the military and playing football and even though he could not play football when he was in high school he would lead the team before the games in there warm up calisthenics.
He chose to do what any normal boy or man would do, including getting into a little mischief. If you get a chance to look at some of the pictures you will find this one, him and some of his friends while in high school, got an old jeep to run and as the story goes had went fishing one day and caught a sack full of fish and what little we could find out about the story, our governor at the time had done something that our dad did not agree with so him and his buddies took this jeep and drove it up the steps at the state capital and left a bag off stinking fish at the front door of the capital for the governor.
He meets the love of his life when he was 20 years old, our Mother Jane. They would see each other at the movies and the skating rink, where our Dad would also sing over the loud speaker system. Mom would tell stories of how good of a skater Daddy was and how well he could sing. They soon married and at the age of 21 our Dad started a family. Knowing it would not be easy he done what it took to provide for his family.

He worked where he could find work and not easy jobs, he was a roughneck in the oilfield and later on in his life built wing tips on B52 bombers at Tinker Air Force base, he did what it took to support his family.
After retiring from tinker he still refused not to work, he went to work for Choctaw schools and also joined the Choctaw volunteer fire department. Being a retired firefighter and knowing how tough that job can be I do not know how he done it, but again he did not let his disease stop him, so he answered the call when someone needed help.

He broke his leg in 1974. His bones were so crooked they could not set his leg without a metal plate that had to be special made. Our mother told the story of the doctors who operated on our dad that the surgery room looked like a blacksmiths shop. Again he could have retired and collected disability from the government but although it slowed him down for a while he refused to stop working.
When he was 65 he retired from Choctaw schools but did not stay retired long, within 6 months he returned to work for Choctaw schools and did not step down off that tractor until he was 70. He loved his job at the school, took pride in doing something right, even if it was just a nicely mowed and marked playing field.
Our Dad was diagnosed with liver cancer when he was 79, we thought we might lose him then, but he would not let the cancer beat him; he was not ready to leave us yet.
Our Mothers Brother told the story of how our Dad and Mom was trying to talk our Mothers parents into letting her marry our Dad, she was so young, but what finally convinced them was when our Dad told them he would always take care of her, he kept his word, when he died they had been married 62 years.
Financially we were not rich, but our family was wealthy, we were taught work ethics and standing with your hand over your heart when the national Anthem was played. Our Dad did not have to demand respect he was respect, and anyone who knew him respected him including his children.
He was the greatest man I have ever known or will ever know. Our family will miss him deeply. We are not sure right now we will survive without him, his shoes will be hard to fill.
We have a special family and my older brother Jim, who is now the patriarch of the York family will step in and wear those shoes with a comfortable fit. My sister Brenda takes such good care of our Mom.
I hope your heart rests a little easier today Brenda knowing Daddy and Zach are talking about how OU can beat Notre Dame on Saturday.
With the help of our spouses, children and grandchildren we will pull together and tell stories of the great man we call our Dad.

This was read at the services of Don York by his son Steve, who got these words from listening to his Mother, Brother, Sister and family talk about Don the days before his service.

Gary Adams

September 29, 2013

Don York was one of the most positive influences I had growing up. He was a great teacher / coach and had more patience for working with kids than anyone I know. I didn't realize he started PEE WEE football and baseball in Choctaw but he certainly set a high standard. I'm sure there are a bunch of us around 60-something who had similarly great experiences on Don's teams.
Most of us probably came home with the York family to spend the night with Jim on more occasions than Jane wants to remember. I have nothing but fond memories of those times spent with the York family. My sincere condolences to the family for your loss.

Mary Martin (Copeland)

September 29, 2013

Jane, I am so very sorry to hear about losing Don. I remember when we moved to Choctaw in 1964 you and Don were one of the first families my parents (Modine and Herman Martin) met. My family always thought the world of you and Don York. I will miss seeing him riding around on that big lawn mower at the school yard. He will be missed. Will remember you in our prayers.

Terry Prince

September 27, 2013

Jane, Thinking of you and your family during this time of loss.
You and Don have always meant a great deal to me. You have always been the type of parents and grandparents one should aspire to be. I Love you both. You both are always in my heart.

Brigot York

September 27, 2013

Don York. How, where do I begin? Such a wonderful man. Always had a smile. Strong in belief, spirit, and physical strength. His laughter and smile was so contagious. Raised his family with love, respect, and dignity. I learned so much from Don the most how to laugh and be a family. I will miss him. The York Family is missing another angel today. But Don and Zach....well they live strong in our hearts, memories, and everything we do.