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Scott Spencer

 

                                           
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Scott Paul Spencer, age 62, of Hilda, TX, passed away Monday, March 4, 2013. He was born to Frank Spencer and Dorothy Brinkoeter Spencer in San Antonio, Texas on December 17, 1950. He was preceded in death by his father, Frank, and his sister, Beverly. He leaves behind his mother, Dorothy; wife, Cindy; son, Aaron and wife, Cynthia; daughter, Kelly and husband, Shane; grandchildren: Hunter, Guy, Catherine, and Emma; stepson, Phillip; stepdaughter, Carolyn and husband, Charlie. Scott attended MacArthur High School, Texas A&M, and graduated from Sul Ross in Alpine, TX. He served in the Air Force for 20 years, retiring at the rank of Major, with a career as a B-52 navigator/bombardier. During his service, he was proud that he had produced a training film for the Air Force that was entertaining as well as instructional. He continued to have a life-long interest in the history of flight and warfare. His second love was his ranch at "The Hill", where he used his carpentry skills to build Cindy a home from a "three-sided pole barn" and where he and "his other wives" (his hunters) held a deer camp each fall. Ever the consummate salesman, Scott could convince people he cared about to go beyond what they thought they were capable of doing. A wordsmith and true Renaissance man, he knew how to turn a phrase and led his life "his way".

A memorial service will be held at Hilda United Methodist Church, Hilda, TX, on Saturday, March 16 at 1:00 p.m. Donations may be made to the Hilda Church for the choir and/or fellowship hall building fund, P.O. Box 1404, Mason, TX 76856.
 
Published in Express-News on March 14, 2013
 
 



 
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03/14/13 12:11 PM #1    

Roger Barnes

Scott was the first person I met when I moved to San Antonio.  He lived next door to me on Lantana. Scott and his parents were the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. His mother Dorothy was my Mother's friend.  I was 11 years old when we met and it was the summer before 7th grade at Garner. I was still a pretty good kid.  Together we raised rabbits, built model airplanes, played baseball,  shot our 22 rifles, fished, and even gave the Boy Scouts a try before I (not Scott) got kicked out for cussing in church and general misbehavior.  Scott and I were good friends for about a year before his family moved to Germany. During his absence I became best friends with Tony Degges and Court Thielman and evolved into a full fledged teenage delinquent. In one of the most shameful episodes of my youth, I turned my back on Scott upon his return from Germany in either our 9th or 10th grade year.  I was too far gone to be his friend anymore.  It was my loss.  Scott was a good person who deserved better than he got from me.  From his obituary I can see he led a wondeful life and has a large loving family.   Although his life was cut short, I'm glad he was able to live it "his way".

 


03/19/13 11:48 AM #2    

Mike Byrne

Scott and I were best friends through high school whose families became friends as well.  I'm not much of the woodsy type and that was so much a part of Scott's chemistry.  I can remember spending nights at 9606 and marveling at all the "Guns & Ammo," "Field and Stream" and re-loader type magazines scattered about.  But I never would've had any of that type exposure were it not for Scott. 

His grandfather, Mr. Brinkoeter,  had a lease out in the Hondo area that we would go out and tend; inspecting blinds and stocking corn in the feeders.  My dad would check out a bolt-action .22 from Special Services for me to use and we'd shoot varmints and random targets.  Later, Frank bought Scott a canoe and so began a series of overnight trips down the San Marcos River from I-35 to just below Luling at I-10.  I treasure those memories and give thanks for Scott without whom they would not have been.

We'd get together two or three times a year for golf and each September came out the old bold-talk about the Aggies and the 'Horns.  For quite some time before Mack Brown, I was keeping Johnny Gabriel in business buying scotch for Scott.  As I found out later, so was everybody else!

 
He was a man of honor and purpose.  He was eulogized during his memorial as a great wit, a great warrior and a great friend.  

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