Birth date: Feb 17, 1918 Death date: Nov 27, 2009
Creacy, William Wesley, joined his wife, Melba Maxine, with the Lord on November 27, 2009. At the age of 91, he had lived through a lot of the history of this country. He was born on February 17, 1918 in Quitman, Texas to Frances Read Obituary
I couldn't have asked for a better idol growing up. I always wanted to be just like Papa. He taught me that if you're going to do something, do it right the first time. Papa was a perfectionist and then some. He once spent two weekends measuring out the framework for Janine's barn because the diagonal measurements of a 30x 30 building were off square by , and to Papa, that was not good enough. When I found out that my wife was pregnant, I couldn't wait for the baby to meet Papa and fall in love with him as I had. When I my phone rang at 7:04am on Friday, I realized that I would miss out on getting a picture of Papa holding my baby. I was driving back to my in-laws' house from Black Friday shopping. I didn't cry. I didn't know what to do. So, I went in the house and heated up some turkey. I watched the dogs play in the back yard. When I finally went upstairs to lie back down, Angelica asked me if I got everything I went for. I just said "Mom called. Papas gone. Those four words made my world crash down. It got me thinking about all the things I would miss. I miss riding in the back of a Ford pickup from Dallas to Alaska and back. I miss making homemade pineapple sherbet on the back porch. I miss making pinewood derby cars. I miss watching Easter chase Little Bit around the back yard. I miss Mimi and Papa bottle-feeding three kittens that hadn't yet opened their eyes. I miss his seemingly endless supply of khaki work clothes. I miss the smell of Papa's Old Spice. I miss watching Papa cut down a 40' tree in 2' sections, one limb at a time and then digging waist-deep to cut out every root. I miss shooting sparrows with BB guns so the purple martins could build their nests in peace. I know there aren't any sparrows in Heaven because Papa would take 'em out. I miss Papa desperately trying to outsmart the squirrels from stealing the birdseed. I miss sitting in awe as he told me stories I had probably heard a hundred times before but didn't care. I miss 'fiddlesticks' I miss 'snicklefritz' I miss his voice. I miss his hugs. I miss my Papa.
My first memory of Bill Creacy came on a summer night in 1966, shortly after Melba and Bill became our longtime Garland neighbors. I was a 16-year old teenager and my younger brother (Scott) and I were attempting our bests to construct a small woodworking project in our garage. I vividly recall requesting of Scott to "Go over there and ask that new neighbor across the street as to how that we should do it". We were aware that he was a professional carpenter and that was my first introduction to Bill Creacy. That night, Bill came over to our garage and provided us with his expert opinion as to how that we should construct our project. It was soon after that time when he began his extended career with the Austin Commercial Construction Company. Bill was a true expert with his carpentry skills, especially when it came to hanging doors. Whether it be a hollow-core door in a small home or a solid 10 feet tall oak door in a million dollar-plus home in Highland Park, the man knew his business. I recall the fact that he installed EVERY door in the original Anatole Hotel, near downtown Dallas. Later, he worked for countless months while construction was being performed at the Dallas Morning News' Plano plant. Naturally, his specialty at that location was hanging hundreds of doors. He was a Master Carpenter and there's no doubt that I took after this man. Nowadays, I never perform a woodworking project without thinking of Bill Creacy. He was a true family friend and I'll never forget the man.
Bill, I will always remember you returning from Balboa Naval Hospital with an olive drab footlocker and 2 dog eared-copies of Mauldin's 'Willy and Joe' wartime cartoon books. I still read them to this day. My regret is that I did not get to know you and yours better over the years. Your service and your life are greatly appreciated. I believe that you are now relieved of the pain and discomfort you suffered and are with Melba. May you rest in God's peace forever and ever. Many blessings, Bob
Bill Sr., I remember the first time I met you. It was like every time to follow… always a smile on your face, a cheerful pat of your hand on my shoulder, sincere questions about how I and your grandson Eric were doing, never a bad word from your mouth, never an unkind ounce in your spirit. From my personal memories of you to Eric's many fond memories told to me about his 'Papa', there is no doubt in my mind you were and are a good man, a devoted husband, a wonderful father and grandfather, and a human being none of us will ever forget. Eric and I know where you are now is amazing, and that you and Melba are pleasantly catching up and starting this new world together, so instead of shedding tears and mourning, I think we'd both rather just tell you to enjoy yourself, and that we both look forward to seeing you again when it's our time to.
I remember the day that we first met in Ross Avenue Baptist when you decided to check out the young man that was dating your daughter. It has been a great 46 years. Thank you for the acceptance into your family.
We love you Papa, and will miss you always. We know that Mimi is up there with you showing you all the birds and your precious cats, Tammy Glen and Old Man. You will always be in our hearts. Love Your Little Rugrats
We love you and will miss you forever.We know that Mimi has you up in Heaven where you belong,by her side birdwatching, and square dancing. We love you both and will see you later. Your little helpers..
