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Edna Mae “Memaw” Davis departed this world at the age of 94 on December 31, 2021. She was born on September 7, 1927, to James W. and Nettie R. Parks in Cowlington, Oklahoma. She grew up an oilfield worker’s daughter and went into nurses training where she met and married the love of her life, Fred Lee “Tag” Davis. She was a housewife that raised four children and then became a traveling companion to her husband accompanying him on numerous adventures to foreign countries where Tag’s work took them. Following retirement, they settled in Henderson, Texas and raised Arabian horses and spent a lot of time with their children and grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by her husband Tag and two sons, Michael Lee Davis, and David Gene Davis, and two brothers, James C. “Brub” Parks and Gene Edwin “Doc” Parks.
She is survived by her sister, Joanne “Jody” Faseler, one daughter, Cheryl Davis Stevenson (David) and one son, Chuck Davis (Julie). Nine grandchildren: Amiee Stevenson Rogers (Matt), Jesse Lee Davis (Brandy), Luke Davis (Brenda), Lauren Keely Davis Tucker, Emily Stevenson Holiday (Chris), Jenny Davis Green (Nicholas), Mandy Davis Thompson (Shane), Wylie Stevenson (Bailey), and Taylor Stevenson (Paula). 24 beautiful great grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews.
She will be laid to rest on Saturday, January 8th, 2022, at the Lakewood Memorial Park Cemetery in Henderson, Texas at 11 a.m.
Serving as pallbearers will be Jesse Davis, Luke Davis, Gus Davis, Wylie Stevenson, Taylor Stevenson, Jay Stevenson Nicholas Green, and Hudson Hesse.
We would like to share this poem written by her son, Michael Lee Davis:
Only My Temporary Home
This world at times
May make you feel lost and alone
Remember, this world
Is just our temporary home.
This is just a place
That for now, I’m here
Heaven is where I long to be
Near my Savior so dear.
Whenever he calls
I’ll go to my final home,
Where loved ones are waiting
For me to come.
We’ll all praise the Lord
When we get there.
No other place has been like it,
Or in no way can compare.
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