John Albert Keetch, Jr. ("Jady") passed away in his sleep on February 1, 2023 at 94 years of age. A fifth generation Texan, he was born in Waco to John Albert Keetch, Sr. and Mildred Flovelle Flemmons on July 20, 1928. He was preceded in death by sisters Jeaneen Keetch McMaster and Cheryl Keetch Standly. He has lived in Corpus Christi, Pasadena, Huntsville, and Houston. Known for his consistent, boisterous, happy laugh, he made many friends during his long life.
Jady always liked pretty girls and on July 17,1948 he married Delora Harris, the prettiest one he could find. They were together for over 65 years until she passed on February 11, 2014. He is survived by their children; sons, Rick Keetch and wife Anita of Houston, Kurt Keetch of the Woodlands; daughter Tammy Keetch and partner Deanna Childs of Magnolia; grandchildren, Opal Speegle, Katy Stork, Kimberly Menk and Kandace Young; great grandchildren, Annalee and Wesley Stork, Kayla and Caleb Speegle, Madeline, Mason and Miller Menk and Lily Young.
Jady had a talent for figuring out how things work and the persistence to get it right. He could repair TVs, cars, computers and plumbing. He could upholster car seats and furniture. He did everything well, from cooking a great brisket, to roofing the house, to making furniture out of wood. Perhaps his greatest accomplishment was the repair and maintenance of sophisticated gas chromatography equipment that NASA used to study the moon rocks.
He retired from Varian Inc. after 20 years and he moved with Delora to Huntsville in 1993, where they spent a many a hot Texas summer "RVing" to Buena Vista CO.
Jady attended the Church of Christ all his life. He said it often and best, he "was truly blessed."
Services for Jady will be held at 10:00 on February 10, 2023 at the Forest Park East Chapel located at 21620 Gulf Freeway with John Spencer of Huntsville Church of Christ officiating. Burial to follow at Forest Park East Cemetery.
I Believe
I believe for every drop of rain that
falls, a flower grows
And I believe that somewhere in the
darkest night a candle glows
I believe for everyone who goes
astray
Someone will come to show the way
Yes I believe, oh I believe
I believe above the storm the
the smallest prayer will still be heard
I believe that someone in the great
somewhere hears every word
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry
Or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why I believe.
Brooks Benton
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