Henry R. Tejada
July 15, 1930 – August 6, 2018
Enrique Ramirez Tejada (Henry), a beloved husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, brother, uncle, godfather, and friend went home to be in the presence of Jesus on Monday, August 6, 2018. He was 88 years old.
Henry was a man of many hats: farmer, musician, arranger, composer, painter, handyman, gardener, Cowboys fan and so much more. He was a devoted husband who loved surprising his wife, Georgia, with spontaneous road trips and dances in their living room, much to the delight of their children. Often he filled their home with the sounds of swing, twist, cha-cha, and jazz hits from his treasured 33s, 78s and 45s. He was a firm, yet fun-loving dad who taught his children to abide by the golden rule, to love and honor family, and to respect all. He was a quiet man with a unique sense of humor that formed the core of an incredible bond with his brothers and sister, and then his own family. A curious and inquisitive learner, he collected science fiction books, science and nature magazines, and many model airplanes and cars. He was just as at home reading the newspaper and watching television dramas as he was consuming issues of Mad Magazine and Cracked. He loved sports, but also learned to appreciate “the stories” with his wife. Above all, Henry treasured time spent with family—especially on Christmas, where he accompanied succeeding generations in musical performances—and always missed those who were far away.
A veteran of the U.S. Army, Henry served two years during the Korean War at Camp Carson, Colorado Springs.
A musician from the age of fifteen, he played both clarinet and saxophone in the Waco High School marching band, and became an avid member of a jazz aficionados group, The Downbeat Club. He continued to play sax throughout his musical career, and went on to pen arrangements for various bands—including the Cruz Ortiz Orchestra, in Waco, and Joe Arredondo and Emilio Campos in Fort Worth. This culminated with compositions for his own group, Henry and The Meltones. Over the last forty-three years, his ultimate joy was realized in service to the Lord through music ministry.
He is preceded in death by his parents Luis and Lucia; his brothers Gilbert of Fort Worth and Johnny of Waco; his daughters Teresa and Veronica; and his grandsons Eric Christopher Rivera and John Christopher Tejada.
He is survived by his wife of sixty-four years, Georgia D. Tejada; his daughters Diana Tejada-Bell (husband Martin), Sylvia Brock, Christina Medina (husband Jesse), and Rosemary Rivera (husband Santos); his sons John (wife Mary) and Enrique (wife Angie); thirteen grandchildren, nineteen great-grandchildren, three great-great-grandchildren, and his sister Andrea Aleman of Waco
- Paul Saldana Jr
- Jesus Alejandro Gonzalez
- Andrew Christopher Garcia
- Nina Danielle Garcia
- Alicia Christine Garcia
- Anthony Valenzuela
- Visitation Sunday, August 12, 2018
- Rosary Service Sunday, August 12, 2018
- Visitation Sunday, August 12, 2018
- Funeral Service Monday, August 13, 2018
Henry R. Tejada
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Jesse Medina Jr.
August 13, 2018
I remember my father-in-law as a man always offering his help anyone in need especially family so shortly after the purchase of my first used car he offered to help me with a well needed brake job. As we worked on the raised car in the backyard after he had spent a full day at his job, I remember laying beside him as the bright extension light shined on our project and his portable radio played the Texas Rangers game in the back ground while explaining to me the process. After a few late nights our project was completed. A couple of days after while driving to my in-laws after school I realized my brakes had gone out on Biddison & went into a panic. My only option was to rub my front tire against the curb hoping to slow down the car which fortunately worked. Going at a snail's pace & tearing up my front tire I slowly made my way to my in-laws house. When mentioning the incident to my father-in-law he thought about it for a minute and came to the conclusion we might have forgot to bleed the air from the hydraulic lines which was remedied that night. Later down the road while sharing the story to a few of my friends it had been mentioned that maybe the incident had not been an oversite after all???
I am so proud to say how warmly I was welcomed into the family and how proud I was to call him my father-in-law. He was a great example of a man, husband & father that I try to follow every day of my life. Love you, Thanks Dad!
August 12, 2018
My grandfather was a stern but kind hearted, loving man . He & my grandmother have always shown unconditional love without judgement. He opened their home to me and my kids when I was having a hard time in life as a single mother. I've always considered my grandparents my guardian angels on earth as well as second parents. With my parents living in California, I'd turn to my grandparents over the years to discuss my parenting hardships and just to have a loving ear to listen. I'd receive encouragement always and most importantly wise words of how important my faith in Jesus Christ is. When I became a grandparent myself, I understood exactly how special a grandchild is and what that love is like, which made me admire them even more. I remember going over to their house after becoming a grandmother and telling my grandparents the impact their love had on me as a child and how my hopes are to be exactly what they were to me & my sister, to my own grandchildren. Together, my grandparents gave us love, peace & security as little children. They protected us and stood up for us. I will ALWAYS love you grandpa and I will hold the lifetime of memories that we've shared close to my heart forever. I know you're in Heaven and that gives me peace. I'm going to miss seeing your loving smile & face and the joy you had to see me. My kids are so blessed to have been able to have you in their lives. Til we see each other again grandpa, I'll be seeing you.... I ❤ you.
Kathleen Tejada romine
August 12, 2018
Tip Henry I remember when you use to come over the and eat with us.I also remember when you Tia georgia came to the house and my dad was trying to recover from surgery your (brother Gilbert R.Tejada)and my mom showed me why I couldn'tdnt hit or jump. On the bed.or teach him because he hurt so bad.and I wouldnt let you or my Tia georgia teach him.well of course I got in trouble like always.my dad love spending time with you we were very close back then.I remember spending the summer with y'all right after I came from uncle johnny house.I remember you singing to me and I nearly remember your band but I remember it.thank for being my uncle and loving me.I'm going to miss you.You were a amasing uncle and would talk with when I got in trouble.but I think that was my middle name when I was little.I remember you smile and I wish I could be there to see you for the last time.I will always keep you in my heart.and tell my father Gilbert I said I love him and miss him very much.love your niece Kathy Tejada.
August 11, 2018
Me again, too many memories! My Dad was an awesome Musician who played, the Sax and a Clarinet besides, he played lots of music for us kids to get turned on to. I just learned that he joined a talent show in his earlier years in high school and played "My Happiness" and won the honor of Grand Prize. In later years we experienced his involvement with many local popular Fort Worth Bands & latwr his own Meltones Band for a while.
It's hard to be in a band and have a family so I appreciate his balancing of the disciplines. Though I didn't go on to learn a music instrument or get into music in any way to make him proud, I have a great music appreciation thanks to him and as I told him a couple of weeks ago I will make time to do so soon.
August 11, 2018
I remember my Dad taking us on traveling vacations to West Texas & Colorado Springs where he was once stationed at Fort Carson, to expose us to the beautiful landscape of the Garden of the Gods, Manitou Springs, Will Rodgers Memorial, etc. . We lived on bologna sandwiches. I can't trade out those days for any others!!