Edward "Bud" Neal Davenport

December 18, 1932September 7, 2019

Edward “Bud” Neal Davenport, age 86, of Salem, Oregon passed away early Saturday morning, September 7, 2019, at Salem hospital. Bud was born on December 18, 1932 in Gothenburg, Nebraska to Jesse and Vera (Tunison) Davenport. Bud attended Turner High School, earning his GED. He served four years as a Boiler Technician Third Class in the U.S. Navy and was a Korean War veteran. He later attended Chemeketa Community College and worked as a structural inspector for Linn County. Bud loved the outdoors, including the adventures of hunting, fishing, boating, and camping with his wife Dot in their travel trailer. He was a skilled craftsman, often creating unique gifts for family and friends. Bud never met a stranger, bringing smiles to all he came across with his jovial banter. His talent with words enabled him to be a masterful storyteller. A family man, Bud was often found chuckling with a child or two on his knee.

He is survived by daughter Rita (Mark) Grenier, son Terry Davenport, son-in-law Michael Alex, son Laurence Daugherty; his brother James Davenport; his eight grandchildren; and his nine great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his wife of 60 years, Dorothy (Smith) Davenport; his daughter Cheryl Alex; and his grandsons Michael “Raz” Alex Jr., and Derrick Alex.

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Mark Grenier

September 11, 2019

When I first met Ed "Bud" Davenport he looked 10 feet tall, standing inside the front door holding that shot gun. His daughter Rita brought me home as her Marine Corps boyfriend from college. I don't think Bud was too excited to see me as he was a Navy veteran. As the years went by I learned that Bud was only 8 feet tall, a master storyteller, never telling the same story twice, and an all round good guy; for a squid. His petite wife Dorothy would chase him around the house yelling, "Bud Edward! Didn't I tell you or not?!" The whole family would wet themselves laughing as he ran from her. One of my fondest memories was when they visited us in Alaska for Christmas. It had snowed 6 feet that week and we shoveled a canyon to our front door. Bud was like a little kid throwing snowballs and chasing Dorothy around trying to put snow down her back. I didn't get a chance to use the snowblower the entire time he was there as he would be outside at the crack of dawn shoveling. He later moved to the Bend, OR area to enjoy the snow. With love and big huggies Bud, from your favorite jarhead. You will be missed. God Bless.