On the morning of April 29, 2016, Dan Clubb, age 81, of Fannett, went home to be with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, after a two year battle with vascular dementia.

He is preceded in death by his wife, Wanda Johnson Clubb; and his parents, Ogden and Tula Clubb.

Dan is survived by two daughters, Danice Miller and her husband, Donald, of Queen City, and Wanette Austin and her husband, Kirk, of Fannett; four grandchildren, Richard Hamric and his wife, Jamie; Scott Hamric and his wife, Karen; April Whitehead and her husband, Brad; and Cara Sherman; three great-grandchildren, Landon, Macie, and Nolen Hamric; two brothers, Robert “Bob” Clubb, and Tommy Clubb; and one sister, Artie Renkema.

He was a member of First Baptist Church of Fannett and taught the men’s Sunday school class for over thirty-five years. He was a retired accountant and very active with outdoor yard work and working cattle.

 A gathering of Mr. Clubb’s family and friends will be 3:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. Sunday, May 1, 2016, at Broussard’s, 2000 McFaddin Avenue, Beaumont. His funeral service will be 10:00 a.m., Monday, May 2, 2016, at First Baptist Church of Fannett, 17019 Highway 124, Beaumont, with his interment to follow at Landrum Cemetery, Fannett.

 Memorial Contributions may be made to First Baptist Church of Fannett, 17019 Highway 124, Beaumont, Texas 77705.

Our Pawpaw

by April Whitehead

As kids, my sister and I spent countless hours with Mawmaw and Pawpaw.  Pawpaw Dan was the serious one, but he and Mawmaw made a great team.  I can remember Pawpaw telling one of his deliberate stories to my dad and my uncle while Mawmaw made faces behind Pawpaw's back, trying to get them to crack a smile.  Pawpaw had a good sense of humor, though.  It wasn't Christmas or a birthday unless someone stuck a bow on top of Pawpaw's bald head! 

He was a great grandfather who always tried to teach his grandkids about the past. I know many stories of his by heart.  There was "The Horse Who Smelled His Way Home", stories of being called "whistle-britches" for wearing corduroy pants, and stories about working with equipment and animals on his family's farm. He knew a story about almost every part of Fannett, it seemed. He loved to work outside, and I have many pleasant memories of walking out on the land to pick berries and of looking for birds and other creatures at the dynamite hole.

He loved office supplies, and Richard, Scott, Cara, and I never had to ask for drawing supplies.  We would all make creations out of old computer punch cards and green and white striped computer paper.  Pawpaw would explain how he used the paper cards to program complex accounting functions.  As a child who grew up with a keyboard and mouse, it was mind-boggling.  Pawpaw had a mind for numbers, and he could tell you a measurement or a distance if you needed it.  He was also creative, in his own way. We found some nice pencil sketches and drawings that Pawpaw had done. 

One of my favorite memories of him is from when I was very young. We were at Mawmaw and Pawpaw's house when the power went out.  It got dark, and he set up a battery-powered lantern on the kitchen bar.  He got a set of Crayolas and colored with us for quite a while.  I remember it was a Rocky and Bullwinkle coloring book.

He was a wonderful Pawpaw and will be truly missed!

My Dad Dan

 by Wanette Austin

 My dad was a very meticulous and cautious man.  We called him Safety Dan behind his back but he did have our best interests at heart.   We were taught to wear seatbelts before most people even knew they existed.  He taught my sister and I that as children you were never to interrupt adults, and you were to be seen and not heard when visiting adults.

Daddy was a very honest man.  If you didn't want an honest answer you probably should not have asked him.   He truly just saw things as right or wrong.   He was a very practical man.  He wanted his daughters to be prepared for worst case scenarios.  When we were quite young he felt we needed to know how to defend ourselves with a gun.   He was an excellent marksman.   He hung cottage cheese containers on a barbwire fence and we had to take turns shooting a handgun, and long barrel 22 until he felt we were proficient at hitting those targets.  (Thanks to him we were both good shots.)

There were also the days when he would teach us to drive a stick shift, change a flat and any number of things to help us to be independent and safe.

I learned from my daddy how to saddle a horse, ride a horse, hoe a garden and mow the grass.  He taught me to hammer a nail straight and how to put shingles on a roof!  He did enjoy showing us little things about nature.  We had to learn to bait a hook even if we felt sorry for the little minnows!  He taught us to cast a rod and reel and the patience of fishing.

I think one thing that I have learned from my dad is to never give up.  There is bound to be a way to get the task accomplished even if it takes a while.

I appreciate the fact that my dad would always tell my sister and I when he was proud of us.  He encouraged us to do well in school and to pursue our education.   He did the same for his grandchildren. 

My dad may not have ever been the life of the party, but you could count on him to BE at the party.  During difficult situations you could count on him to show up. Sometimes I think that is a good thing to show your children, that you will show up.

He was a loving man…  He loved his wife until his death even though she had passed on 12 years earlier.  He enjoyed telling his daughters and grandchildren that he loved them.  His main concern for each of his family members was that they have a close relationship with Jesus Christ.  We can take comfort knowing that we will see him again as he is now with his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Pawpaw Dan

By Cara Sherman

I will always remember the quiet and unassuming nature of my Pawpaw Dan. He would never talk over someone but when given the opportunity he would have many interesting stories to tell. He loved his family and was in attendance to every graduation, party, and special event for us as it was special for him as well. Every card was signed with an, "I love you!" When jokes would fly around at Christmas or birthdays, I always loved to hear the guffaw of Pawpaw who was usually still eating the main course while we were on to desserts, because that's when you knew it was a really good joke. I treasure the memories of afternoons with him eating fish dinners from the Fannett café, and attending church services by his side. He would call me on the phone to tell me when RFD TV was showing Hee-haw so I could tune in, or I would come to his house and watch the Grand Ole Opry and eat ice cream sandwiches. He was a hardworking, generous, loving Christian man who I have no doubt is at peace today with his savior whom he so loved.