Birth date: Oct 15, 1926 Death date: Oct 9, 2021
Phyllis Margaret Siegrist Lucas, affectionately known as “Grandma Sugar,” passed away peacefully at her home in Austin, TX, on October 9, 2021, with family by her side. The daughter of Walter and Mae Eich Siegrist, Phyllis was bor Read Obituary
Dear Lucas Family,
Karen and I want to express to each of you our heartfelt condolences on the loss of an extraordinary woman. Our time as her new neighbors was brief, but oh so memorable.
We will remember Phyllis for her warmth, style, vibrancy, wisdom and grace. We are fortunate and grateful for having known her, and we will think of her fondly every time our hibiscus blooms.
Wishing all of you comfort in the days ahead.
Steve and Karen Stuehrk
The moment I met Phyllis Lucas, I knew she was a special woman. An aura shined brightly around this tiny, white haired creature emerging from a car in the dimly lighted garage in her new home, just three doors down from my own home. It made me stop, as I was driving away on an errand, and introduce myself. I had heard from a dear friend of mine and a mutual friend of her daughter Teresa, that she was moving into a house on my street. Little did I know then what a blessing it would be for the two of us.
Mrs. Lucas and I became fast friends and visited everyday possible. She shared so may stories with me from her early childhood to the present, that I knew all her children and spouses, grandchildren, and great grandchildren before I met any one of them in person. She expressed great love for them all, and recalled their names and ages from the oldest to the youngest, and each and every milestone accomplished.
She delighted in sharing with me great memories of her childhood, her parents backgrounds and family history, her childhood homes and moves.
Her greatest joy was telling me about meeting Harry B. Lucas, her conquest, her life with him, and all their adventures with five children in tow. What a life!
In ten short months she and I shared a lifetime. She was my shining light and taught me so much about life and love. I firmly believe that God put us in each other's orbit, and that we would walk hand in hand.
I miss her dearly but find comfort in knowing that she is now resting in Peace in the Promised Kingdom, along with Harry and Beau.
Bill and I send our sincere condolences to all the family of Phyllis and Harry B. Lucas.
We love you, MamaLu, and will always remember you in our prayers.
Godspeed, Angel.
So many memories of this wonderful woman, and all of them show her warmth and compassion for others. Phyllis invited me to stay at their Dallas home when I first moved down to Dallas, taking me under her wing as my grandmother-away-from-home. She always had a cold drink and a story. Everyone thought Harry B was the storyteller in the family, but Phyllis could hold her own, minus the dramatic flair, but with her own chuckle and smile. I remember her love of tennis and finding her decked out at the club on my visits. I remember her love for her dogs - it was two Doberman pinschers at that time that scared me to death, but for whom she did just about anything. When I think of Phyllis I remember her generosity when she hosted a brunch for family on my wedding day. I remember her love of Neiman's and how we all worked together to create this lower end version of a holiday sweatshirt she once purchased. In fact, I think of that every Christmas since mine didn't turn out well and it would have been great for ugly sweater day at work. I remember dinner at TGIFridays and Houston's. I remember her trying to set me up on a date once to introduce me to people in Dallas. That went nowhere, but it was certainly a fun story and a good Maverick game. I remember joining she and Harry one time in their box to watch the Cowboys, and I still carry love for that team with me even though I've been gone for decades. Finally, I remember Phyllis' love for her dad, my Gramps. Even now as I type, I can hear her voice talking to him during visits to his Springfield home. And I looked forward to catching up with her each Christmas with her annual card to our family members. Even though the handwriting got a bit larger every year, she never missed one. I can only imagine all the tales Harry B is regaling her with up there now. Enjoy each one of them with Beau by your side and know you hold a special place in our hearts.
Dana Kempker Poepsel
