Birth date: Aug 4, 1918 Death date: Jan 26, 2010
Leonard D. (Lynn) McDonald, 91, of Galena Park, passed away on January 26, 2010. He was born August 4, 1918, in Thrall, Texas, to Samuel B. and Cora E. (Smith) McDonald. The 6th of 7 children, he grew up in San Saba County, Texas, Read Obituary
Uncle Lynn was certainly the epitome of the "strong and silent" type. He didn't talk a lot - but, when he did, it was definitely interesting or made you think "hmmmm". . . He will be missed by all of us - may he rest in peace. Likewise, our thoughts are prayers are with all of his family members. Love Always! Karen
Gary,my heart and prayers are with you,and also Pamela. My precious Grandsons,Michael and Daniel Aaron are also deep in my heart and prayers. God bless and keep all of you. There are no words of condolence that express the grief of losing a DAD. We can only cherish the memories and the time we had with them. Mother/Grsndmother
Uncle Lynn, I just wish we had known each other better. I'll have to have aunt Sue and my mom tell my baby all the great stories about you and all my other great aunts and uncles when he gets older. All our love to Beatrice, Beth, aunt Sue and everyone else out in Texas.
I only had the pleasure of meeting Uncle Len once, but came to know him through the stories his niece Sue told of the McDonald clan. I came to know from those stories of the deep and abiding connection of the McDonald family and of how much my dear friend loved them all.
He was by FAR the best man I have ever met. He was SO strong! He set a wonderful example of how to live in my life. I am proud to call him Grandpa! I love you and will always be thinking about you! You will NEVER be far from my thoughts!
There just isnt enough time in life... I am so greatful for the awesome life you lived and shared with me. Thank you! ...and as you always used say "ill be talkin to ya." Love you grandpa.
Our symphaty to Aunt Beatrice, and to Terri and Gary and their families. We haven't seen Uncle Lynn for a long time, but we have fond memories of those visits.
I am fortunate to share a history with my Uncle Lynn that dates back to 26 years before I was even born! (When I was born, in 1944, he would have been sitting in a foxhole in Europe, with ice cold water dripping down his neck.) My history with him dates all the way back to his birth in 1918, because I have heard so many stories about him from his parents, my parents, and all his brothers and sisters. Most of the stories seemed funny because the McDonalds all shared his dry sense of humor, but my favorite was actually pretty scary. When he was a toddler, he was bitten by a rattlesnake. His mother grabbed up a chicken and wrung its neck, stuck his leg down in the warm body for awhile, and then stuck his leg in a bucket of coal oil. Aunt Pearl rode to town on a horse to get the doctor, who eventually got there but had no antivenin. He lived (thanks to his mother) to fight four years for his country and the world, to meet and marry Beatrice, and spend the next 60 years taking care of his beloved family and living the life of a steady, solid man. When I retired in 2004, I would help him plant his garden every year, then sit out in the swing under one of his pecan trees to watch the tomatoes and okra grow and talk about people, places, and times past. I am so thankful that I had time to be with him and talk, or just be together without talking and feel that being together was good. I will miss him every day for the rest of my life. --Sue McDonald, niece
I'm very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with the entire McDonald family at this difficult time.
