Albert Bullard Butler

Mr. Albert Bullard Butler, 76, passed away March 6, 2014. He was born June 27, 1937, in Panama City, Fla., to Albert and Edith Bullard Butler.

Mr. Butler was a lifelong resident of Point Washington. He was Methodist by faith and a member of the Point Washington United Methodist Church. He was a veteran of the United States Navy. He graduated from the University of West Florida receiving a Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting and was a partner in Panama City with Saltmarsh, Cleveland & Gund Accounting.

Upon retirement he worked as a Realtor for 30A Realty and developed property in South Walton. He also worked with Van Ness Butler in contributing land for Habitat for Humanity, and they were instrumental in obtaining the purchase of additional land for Eden State Gardens and Grayton Beach State Park. He also served on the Board of Trustees at Okaloosa Walton Junior College. He enjoyed golf, fishing, and hunting.

Mr. Butler is preceded in death by his parents, his loving wife of 43 years, Ollie Sue Butler, his brother, Robert Butler, and step-daughter, Gayle Parker.   

Mr. Butler is survived by his daughter, Teressa Butler; son, Gid Godwin; step-brother, Jack Mattair; and grandchildren, Timothy Haney, Holley Haney and Lilly Deal.

A time of visitation will be held from 10-11 a.m. March 10 at Point Washington United Methodist Church, 1290 North Highway 395 in Santa Rosa Beach.

Funeral services will follow at 11 a.m. at Point Washington United Methodist Church with the Rev. Spencer Turnipseed officiating.

Burial will follow in the Point Washington Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers the family requests that donations be made to Point Washington United Methodist Church.

Those asked to serve as pallbearers are Frank Schissler, George Schissler, William Schissler, Clay Morgan, Tommy Henry, and Brett Henry.

The family would like to extend a special thank you to Mr. Butler’s caregivers, Cindy Morgan, Cora Hayes, and Tina Simmons for their love and care provided during his illness.

Clary-Glenn Freeport Chapel Funeral Home is entrusted with the arrangements.

Bertha Adams (Turner) Beardsley

Bertha Adams (Turner) Beardsley, of Fort Walton Beach, Fla., peacefully left this earth to join her family and friends at a Heavenly reunion. Bertha,born, Sept. 18, 1920, grew up in Opp, Ala., with her parents and numerous brothers and sisters. She married Robert D. Turner July 9, 1938, and had one daughter, Phyllis.

Twenty-two short years later, cancer robbed her of her first love. God blessed her yet again by bringing widower, George H. Beardsley, into her life. The love and devotion they shared for the next 48 years was a beautiful and inspiring thing to see. Bertha's devotion to her family was always evident, especially as the years slowly robbed many of her elderly family members of their independence. Bertha was always there for each of them, a central figure in their care. She was a pillar of grace and strength, no matter the circumstances.

Bertha enjoyed life as a queen of southern hospitality. She loved to entertain and no matter who came by, there was always a meal or tasty snack to be served. She always used fresh vegetables from her garden, or had boiled peanuts ready in a snap. She enjoyed fellowshipping with friends, whether from the Adult Sunday School Class of Wright Baptist Church, the Flying Seagulls Camping Club, neighbors or her family. A glass of ice-tea and friendly game of dominoes or cards was always near-by.

A longtime member of the Fort Walton Garden Club, Bertha's green thumb extended beyond the vegetable garden, as she always had an award winning yard due to the particular care given to a variety of colorful plants, the manicured lawn and her prize rose garden. She was also an excellent seamstress, making many of the clothes her daughter wore, and eventually even special outfits and crafts for her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Though age and illness ended many of her creative activities, the handmade items are still shared and treasured.

Bertha blessed those around her with her God-given gift of hospitality. She delighted in spending time with her grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. Her family's memories are filled with her hugs, her laughs and her heart for others. She has inspired each of us to be more loving and more caring. We hope to make her proud.

Pre-deceased by her husbands, Robert D. Turner and George H. Beardsley; her parents, David and Martha Adams; her siblings, Robert Adams, Ray Adams, Charles Adams, Mary A. Shipman, Ethel A. Miller, Grace Adams, Foy Adams, and Effie A. Heffley.

Survived by her daughter, Phyllis Elaine Turner Seymour (Santa Rosa Beach, Fla.); and sister, Willodean Hudson (Dade City, Fla.); her three step-children, Frank, Francis and Connie Beardsley; her grandchildren, Douglas R. Seymour, Jr., and wife, Eileen, (San Antonio, Texas), Simone Archer Vance (Fort Walton Beach) Robert E. Seymour (San Antonio), Valerie (Boggs) Beardsley and husband, Tom, (Middletown, Del.); her great-grandchildren, Amber Archer Day, Jason Day, Mia Vance, Spencer Vance, Robert B. Seymour, Brianna Seymour, Tom P. Beardsley, Christopher Beardsley, Chloe Boggs, Evan Boggs Jr., Savannah Boggs, and Kylie Boggs; her great-great-grandchildren, Harper Day and Turner Day; as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

A funeral procession will leave Emerald Coast Funeral Home at 12:45 p.m. March 8. Friends and family will follow to Beal Memorial Cemetery, for a graveside service at 1 p.m., with Kenneth Straughn officiating.

Jimmy Watson

Jimmy Watson, 64, passed away on March 5, 2014.

He was blessed to be one of the Watson boys and is survived by his brothers, Robert (Leila), Kenny (Kathleen) and Charlie. He had no children of his own, so gleefully took the role of beloved uncle to his nephew and nieces and their children, Ivy Watson Cardwell (Cameron) and Henry and Fredda; Ella Danielle Cooper (Brian) and Piper and Ever; Robert Akira Watson and Lili Watson. He is also survived by thousands of friends, traveling companions, and beach buddies, and his two cats, Merle and Tippi.

He is preceded in death by his parents, Dan Trice and Annie Jo Watson.

Twenty years ago this spring, in the corner of an old-fashioned garage on 10th Terrace South, he took a concrete saw and cut holes in the walls to connect the stalls, shaped hundreds of pounds of concrete into a solid bar, installed a giant boat cooler to ice the beer, and opened The Garage Cafe. Over the years it has won awards for Best Bar, Best Music Bar, Best Neighborhood Bar, and GQ Magazine's Ten Bars Worth Flying For. The conglomerate description of The Garage: “casual, laid-back, funky, friendly,” “one-of-a-kind bar” with an “unpretentious ambiance” and “colorful characters aplenty” is also an apt description of Jimmy.

He rules from the corner stool and personally greets everyone who enters, raising an eyebrow at some and beaming a smile to most. He would want us to say he is a hell-raiser, but in truth he just loved to throw a good party. He celebrated every Independence Day, Christmas, New Years Day, Memorial Day, Labor Day, Garage Anniversary, and a few other random occasions of the moment by inviting all his friends to the bar, firing up the smoker, and serving up homemade BBQ, great music and hijinks and friendship.

Good music was a passion for Jimmy. He cultivated it — encouraging others to listen to his favorites, tap their feet, dance, sing along and support the musicians, sometimes giving a CD or a concert ticket to someone he thought deserving, or sometimes just because he wanted to improve their taste in music. His all-time favorites were Scott Boyer, David Hood, Donnie Fritts and all the other Muscle Shoals musicians who played his parties — he loved the music.

Jimmy loved Grayton Beach, spending nearly as much time down there as he did at home. He loved the water and sand, the sunsets, the easy lifestyle, the gulf breeze. He always owned a variety of dingys, sailboats, canoes and beach junk, and he loved taking a cruise across the bay and into the black waters. He had classic junky beach jeeps filled with coolers, plastic cups, beach chairs and trash bags.

For his family, he created a home-away-from-home at the coast, and if his nieces and nephew were down there, he was too, because it was all for them. He was stubborn, sweet, ornery, and soft-hearted. He collected keys, porch gliders, coins, recyclables, movies, music, and anything of by-gone eras. He was generous with his time and possessions; he contributed to every conservation and animal group that reached him; he loved attending fund-raisers. He met people and invited them to his parties, his home and into his life, and total strangers became best friends. He loved and enjoyed humanity, and everyone around him could sense that.

His family expresses their deepest gratitude to the UAB Critical Care Transport Team that brought him home, the UAB NICU doctors and nurses that cared for him and the UAB Palliative Care Team that eased his passing.

In lieu of flowers, the family suggests a donation to the Birmingham Humane Society or the UAB NICU, c/o UAB School of Medicine Development Office, FOT 1230, 1720 Second Avenue South, BHam, AL 35294-3412; (205) 975-5602).

A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. March 8 at Ridout's Valley Chapel, 1800 Oxmoor Road in Birmingham.