Dale "Bud" Eldon Buckley
Dale (Bud) Eldon Buckley passed away peacefully with family by his side at the Ponderosa Villa in Crawford on January 11, 2015 at 83 years. Bud was born south of Andrews to Roy and Ople (Case) Buckley on October 14, 1931. He was the 6th child of 7.
Bud attended Log Cabin District #60 school south of Andrews and graduated with the class of 1950 at Sioux County High.
Bud married Sandra (Sandy) Brott on August 27, 1966 in Crawford, NE. To this union, four girls were born: Sarita, Cathy, Janelle, and Erin and they were his pride and joy.
He spent his life working for different ranchers. Bud was in partnership with his brothers Jewel (Buster) and Marvin (Tuck) Buckley. The brothers were together in partnership for over 50 years enjoying the ranching life.
In his later years, he worked at the Crawford Sale Barn and Agate Fossil Beds National Monument that he enjoyed so much.
Bud served on the ASC board, Hillview #51 and Log Cabin #60 school boards. He was always willing to help out the fellow man.
He was a member of the Sioux County Historical Society, Sioux County Democrat Party, Harrison and Mitchell Mason Lodge # 263. Dale was a lodge member for over 60 years.
He is survived by his wife Sandy of Harriosn, daughters Sarita (Dempsey) Hansen of Yoder, WY; Cathy (Cody) Cox of Saratoga, WY; Janelle (Chuck) Craig of Mitchell, NE; and Erin (Danny) Preston of Wright, WY. Brothers Tuck Buckley of Harrison, NE and Bob Buckley of Crawford, NE. Fifteen grandchildren, three great-grandchildren and numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins.
Preceding him in death were his parents, Roy and Ople Buckley, infant brother William and brothers, Jewel (Buster) and Ivol Buckley, and sister Ila Mae Bannan (Buckley).
Services are on Thursday, January 15 at 10:30 at the Harrison Bible Church.
On the crest of a hill
Stands a tall windmill
All weathered and worn and old;
For the sun and the rains
And the winds from the plains
And the years past have taken their toll.
The paint is all off,
There's a hole in the trough,
And rust on the pipe to the well;
But it never complains of the sun and the rains
And it has a great story to tell.
It stands tall and true.
It has a job to do,
And nothing deters its main goal.
For the harder the wind blows, the faster the wheel goes,
And gleans water from the earth's very soul.
May we look to the mill
Standing high on that hill,
And when life's troubled winds blow our way,
With our high goals in view,
May we stand strong and true,
And serve God and mankind every day.
The Cowboy We Call Daddy
By Kitty Harns
Though boys he never had,
He always thought us girls weren't half bad.
He taught us to ride, brand, and sweat,
And we learned how to hunt till
Our shot was a sure bet.
His hands are hard and callused,
But he has a gentle touch,
That can take away from the pain and grief.
We could never love another man so much.
And though he'll never see us grow into men,
We're "his little girls,"
Just as it's always been.
So, no matter how old we get,
He'll always be our hero,
The cowboy we call Daddy.
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