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<p>Tom graduated from Sedan High School, Sedan, KS.</p>
<p>Played football for 1 year at BCCC. He was a running back.</p>
<p>Tom and Ginny met as students at KSU and were married in Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Atwood, KS. They lived in Sedan, KS that summer in his grandparents abandoned farm house. His mother fixed it up the best she could and they called it their “honeymoon cottage“.</p>
<p>Tom graduated from Kansas State University with a Bachelor’s degree in Agriculture.</p>
<p>Tom moved his family to Oakley, KS to work for Farm Bureau Insurance.</p>
The family moved to LaCrosse, KS for Tom to manage a Farm Bureau Insurance office there.
<p>Thomas Musgrave, a resident of La Crosse, Kansas, passed away in 1993.</p>
Tom was the kind of man that believed in community service and always made you feel like you were his best friend. His smile was infectious. He was a country boy at heart who loved fishing, hunting, his dog, sports (especially baseball), his motorcycle and his family. Tom served the Lord for several years in the Catholic Church and his community.
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Tom's Obituary
Thomas A. Musgrave, 41, died Sunday, Mar. 7, 1993 at Rush County Memorial Hospital in LaCrosse, KS.
He was born Apr. 23, 1951, in Great Bend, KS to Duane and Marie (Wilson) Musgrave. He married Virginia Haller, May 20, 1972 in Atwood. He was a 1969 graduate of Sedan High School and a 1974 graduate of Kansas State University. He had lived in LaCrosse since 1991, moving from Oakley, KS. He was an agent for Farm Bureau Insurance. He was a member of St. Michael Catholic Church, the Lions Club, the Chamber of Commerce, and Knights of Columbus Council 2870, all of LaCrosse.
Survivors include his wife; three sons: Jeffrey, Brian and Ricky; a daughter: Camille; his mother, Marie Musgrave; two brothers: Curtis and Bill; and one sister: Linda. He was preceded in death by his father.
Services were 10:30 a.m. Wednesday, Mar. 10, at St. Michael Catholic Church with Father Eugene Kenny officiating; burial in Springdale Cemetery, Chase.
A parish Rosary was held prior to Wednesday, followed by a Knights of Columbus Rosary, both at St. Michael Catholic Church. Janousek Funeral Home, LaCrosse was in charge of arrangements.
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We do not grieve as those who have no hope... 1Thes 4:13-18
“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words.”
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
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| Name | Date |
|---|---|
| Brian Musgrave | 27 Dec 2019 |
| Camille Barnett | 08 Jan 2020 |
| Linda Musgrave Bever | 13 Jan 2020 |
| Kristine Branson | 14 Jan 2020 |
| Bill Musgrave | 15 Jan 2020 |
| Amber Musgrave | 17 Jan 2020 |
| Virginia Heble | 22 Jan 2020 |
| Matt Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Camille Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Tommy Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Belle Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Cal Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Samuel Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Leila Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Elsie Mae Barnett | 07 Mar 2020 |
| Lexi Musgrave | 19 Mar 2020 |
| Jennifer Sabatka | 12 Apr 2020 |
| Matt Barnett | 22 May 2020 |
| Camille and Tommy Barnett | 22 Jun 2020 |
Just a few weeks before he died, I remember my dad picking me and my younger brother, Ricky, up from school at Bazine. This was not common since my mom was a teacher there and it was a 30 minute ride. I was 10 and my brother was 8. We got to ride in his Dodge truck and chat all the way home. When we got home, dad asked us to get something out of the dog kennel in the truck bed. He was an avid bird hunter and we had recently had to sell our family hunting dog, Shadow, as she had nipped at the neighbor kids. When we opened the kennel door, the cutest Pug puppy came walking out! What a suprise! Dad wanted us to have a kid friendly, family dog. We named him Pugsley.
We were raised in a Catholic household and one day someone handed my brother a (non catholic) Holy Bible at the front door. My mom tossed it in the trash since it wasn’t our denomination and my daddy dug it out and handed it to my brother and said, “Son, if you read this you’ll know more than the both of us.” Made an impression.
I remember when I was about 8 and my dad pulled me into the pantry. He put a huge shiny ring on my finger and said, "Go show your Mom whatcha got." I ran into the laundry room as dad looked on and, with much excitement, declared, "Look what Dad gave me!!". My mom gasped and snatched it off my finger and put it on her own. She threw her arms around Dad and thanked him. It was in that moment that I realized I had been a pawn in his anniversary surprise. Oh well!
Stories of Dad: I remmember when we got Shadow, a German Shorthair pointer pup. Dad was going to train it and his only goal was that it would listen better than uncle Bill's dogs (running joke in the family). So to train the new dog to point at pheasant, Dad had got permission from the local grain elevator to climb to the top and catch piegions as they roosted at night. Dad climbed up the rickety old ladder and I behind him with a gunny sack. Dad began to grab birds one at a time and hand them back to me to put in the gunny sack. I think we caught 12 or 15 that night. The next day we would twirl the birds around in a sack until they were dizzy and then tuck there head under there wing, and place them in a bush. Dad said we would have about 15 min window before they woke up, so we got the dog out and began to teach her to hunt. Things I learned from my Dad!
The morning of the last day I spent with Dad was a beautiful one for me. That day, I was inducted into the Knights of Columbus as their newest member. Dad had been a Knight for as long as I can remember. He was so proud of me that day to have joined his service group. Dad was a helper, always helping, always giving of his time. When the induction ceremony was over and everyone had gone home, Dad and I were the last to leave, still cleaning up, putting a way tables and chairs, sweeping the floor, etc. This was normal for Dad. But before we cleared the last table and the last 2 chairs, Dad walked to the fridge and pulled out 2 beers. He slid one over to me. It was almost a coming of age experience for me. To drink that beer with my father was a special moment. It was by far not my first beer and Dad new that, but it was my first beer with him. After that we went our seperate ways and Dad passed that afternoon.
