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Kenneth Everett Taylor

September 15, 1939January 31, 2021

Kenneth E. Taylor, 81, went to be with the Lord on January 31, 2021. He passed away at Memorial Herman Hospital in Katy, TX. Ken was born to Kenneth E. Taylor and Hazel (Jensen) Taylor on September 15, 1939 in Nevada, IA. He fell in love and married his wife, Janet Taylor, of 60 years on February 28, 1959. To this union two children were born, one son Steven and one daughter Pamela. Ken was preceded in death by his parents and one brother, James. He is survived by wife, Janet; son, Steven; daughter, Pamela; brother, Richard (Joan) Taylor of Rolling Hills WY; niece, Rhonda; granddaughters, Christina (Bryce) Haynes, Kendall (Deven) Ouellette, and Kelsey Taylor; and great granddaughter’s Karlyn and Laken Haynes. Ken worked for AT&T 30 years. He made many friends in Minneapolis, Omaha and Houston. After retiring from AT&T he was employed by First Financial in Houston. After 13 ½ years, he retired again and became a small town rancher near Flatonia, TX. Ken loved spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, raising cattle, fishing, hunting and gambling. Kenneth’s body was cremated and a celebration of life will be held at the ranch with the immediate family when COVID-19 allows. Memorials can be made in Kenneth’s name to a charity of one’s choice. He was deeply loved and will be greatly missed


  • Janet Taylor, wife
  • Kenneth Edward Taylor, Father (deceased)
  • Hazel Jensen Taylor, Mother (deceased)
  • Steven Taylor, Son
  • Pamela Taylor, Daughter
  • Richard Taylor (Joan), Brother
  • James Taylor, Brother (deceased)
  • Christina Haynes (Bryce), Granddaughter
  • Kendall Ouellette (Deven), Granddaughter
  • Kelsey Taylor, Granddaughter
  • Karlyn Haynes, Great Granddaughter
  • Laken Haynes, Great Granddaughter


  • Cremation


Kenneth Everett Taylor

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Karen Koeneke

February 20, 2021

I remember the family Christmas celebrations at Uncle Kenny and Aunt Hazel’s house. What a crew we were. I remember manning the guest book when Ken and Jan got married. I was 8 years old and felt so important!
After Grandpa Taylor’s funeral, I remember riding back to Omaha with Ken and Jan. Ken took me to the bus station the next morning to finish my trip back to my college campus.
I wish we lived closer! Would love to hug you all now!

Janet Herink

February 20, 2021

There are so many memories. How very tall he was: elbows bumping the basement ceiling as he "danced" at my folks with friends. Many dinners in the basement home - before they had the money to build upward! And I had forgotten that Kenny and Hazel couldn't make it to Mom and Dad's wedding because they were at the hospital waiting for Ken Jr. to put in appearance! And there was Ken's great luck at snaring his beautiful bride. She was one of the prettiest ever - and it made two Janet Taylors in the family. How cool, I thought! What a good man.

Christina Haynes

February 20, 2021

Our grandpa didn’t say much. He usually sat back and listened. But when he did have something to say, it was funny. When he chimed in it was always with something clever to add to the conversation, and everyone would laugh. He always greeted us with the best hugs. Big giant bear hugs in his plaid flannel shirts, white undershirt, and blue jeans. They were strong, warm, and filled with love and the smell of spearmint.
He could pick you up by your ears, wiggle his ears (to fly away), and take little girl’s headaches away.
He and grandma loved to celebrate ; birthdays, babies , Christmas, Easter, Baptisms, Valentine’s Day, if there was an occasion or milestone, we were celebrating. I’m not sure what their secret to a lasting marriage was, but not many can say they were married for over 60 years.
He worked hard for what he had and provided his family with, and passed that drive down to the rest of us. He was not frivolous and was a wise investor, but found true joy in a good gambling trip. He and grandma would go a few weekends a year to play the slot machines. Sometimes he’d win a little, but win or lose, he always had fun.
His love and appreciation for the outdoors is something my sisters and I find joy in as well. The Ranch he and my grandma have is one that is filled with fond memories; playing volleyball in the front, having holiday meals in the original barn before the barndominium or house had not been built yet, Easter Egg Hunts, riding our pony (yes, they got us a pony), singing to Pedro the llama (and he got grandma a llama because they saw one that could hum the National Anthem on one of the late night shows), shooting, fishing, feeding cows, and so much more.
My oldest daughter thought he was the funniest. She was not wrong. He was funny, kind, and had a big heart. Our lives will be very different without him, but I feel very lucky to have had my grandpa for 32 years, and my girls got to meet their Great-grandpa. Not many can say that.