Donald Stubson obituary: Donald Stubson's Obituary, Casper
In Memory Of
Donald Louis Stubson
1947 - 2022
In Memory Of
Donald Louis Stubson
1947 - 2022
On Saturday, May 14, Don Stubson laid down for a cool spring nap. As the afternoon sun pressed upon him, he entered the gates of Heaven. Though our hearts yearned for one more beat, his heart had had enough.
Donald Louis Stubson was born December 6, 1947 in Lusk, Wyoming, the youngest of four children, the only boy. Don’s father, Louis Chester “Chet” Stubson, was a pumper in the Lance Creek field and there Don was raised, a feral child on the high plains of Niobrara County. Don lived in a company-owned cottage, sharing a room with his parents until the age of 12.
He was a hard and fearless worker from the beginning. He made extra money by cleaning out Marathon Oil Company tanks with an equally ill-equipped adolescent buddy. Devoid of any supervisor or instruction, one person would enter the tank, tethered only by a rope around his waist and scrub the insides of the tank while the other waited to pull him to safety, thus relying on the wisdom of a teenage boy to pull the other boy out before he passed out from the fumes.
As a teen, Don drove 30 miles to Niobrara High School every day. Motivation for that drive came in the form of one Susan Beth Jervis, the quiet daughter of the local Baptist Minister who became, unbeknownst to him at the time, the love of his life. After a brief courtship, Don and Beth married. Beth was 16. Don was 18. Prior to their betrothal, Don told his soon-to-be in-laws who were understandably skeptical, that Don and Beth would get married and would make it work. He was right. They made it work for 55 years.
Don and Beth moved to Casper in 1966, where he earned an associate degree in accounting from Casper College and immediately went to work for Marathon Oil as a bookkeeper while Beth finished high school. Daughter Wendi was born, then Tim, then Kara, in neat five-year increments. During his time with Marathon, the family moved to Thermopolis in 1974, back to Casper in 1976 and then to Cody in 1986.
Don’s work ethic was part necessity, part curiosity and part grit. He worked two jobs for almost the entirety of his children’s lives, working weekends to support his family. Although cloaked with an aw-shucks Lance Creek humility, Don was extremely bright and enterprising. When the honchos at Marathon Oil needed someone to manage the new-fangled computer system and finding no one qualified for the position, Don volunteered. Thus he unwittingly embarked on the nascent career of computer technology, not only patiently explaining for all the head scratchers – and there were many – what a computer is, but what it does and how to use it.
Don had a mind of a tinkerer. He was a natural problem solver. By the end of his tenure at Marathon, he had created software for the company automating the functions he was hired to perform. In essence, Don made his career in technology bootstrapped with the mind of a mathematician and a heavy dose of sheer will.
Don retired from Marathon in 2000. Enjoying retirement not at all, he immediately found work with the Cody Boys & Girls Club as the IT manager for two years before he and Beth moved to Casper in 2002. Similarly antsy, Don soon took a position at Highland Park Community Church where he worked for the next 8 years. He was a very practical Gift from God for the folks at HPCC, because he could fix everything from the leaky faucet to a complex IT issue nestled deep in its system.
Don was the protector, the guardian, the fixer in the family. He was also the Fun Machine. He never met a projectile he didn’t like and was quick to buy the latest for his grandchildren. He was generous and easy with his time. No problem was left unsolved under Don’s watch.
He was an elixir for low spirits and a balm for wayward hearts. He was also quick with a generally horrible joke. He could always be counted on for homemade ice cream. He always could be counted on for everything, really.
His love for his bride Beth is striking both for its breadth and depth of his devotion to her. Don loved his family equally deeply, evident in his ceaseless care and concern for the well-being of Wendi, Tim, Kara and their families. He adored his grandchildren, whom he mercilessly spoiled.
For much of his life Don steered a wide and skeptical path around faith and the church. Beth’s patience and prayer bore fruit as he gradually found his way to a solid and enduring walk with God.
Don is survived by his wife Susan Beth, his children Wendi (Mitch) Carlisle, Tim (Susan) Stubson, and Kara (Cade) Scholl, 10 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at Highland Park Community Church, Saturday, May 21 at 2 p.m., reception to follow.
In spite of humble beginnings and significant odds, Don built a rich life for he and his family. Sleep well beloved husband, father, grandfather. You’ve earned your rest.
Memorial contributions can be made in Donald's name to Faith Promise Missions or Casper College Foundation.
Donald Louis Stubson was born December 6, 1947 in Lusk, Wyoming, the youngest of four children, the only boy. Don’s father, Louis Chester “Chet” Stubson, was a pumper in the Lance Creek field and there Don was raised, a feral child on the high plains of Niobrara County. Don lived in a company-owned cottage, sharing a room with his parents until the age of 12.
He was a hard and fearless worker from the beginning. He made extra money by cleaning out Marathon Oil Company tanks with an equally ill-equipped adolescent buddy. Devoid of any supervisor or instruction, one person would enter the tank, tethered only by a rope around his waist and scrub the insides of the tank while the other waited to pull him to safety, thus relying on the wisdom of a teenage boy to pull the other boy out before he passed out from the fumes.
As a teen, Don drove 30 miles to Niobrara High School every day. Motivation for that drive came in the form of one Susan Beth Jervis, the quiet daughter of the local Baptist Minister who became, unbeknownst to him at the time, the love of his life. After a brief courtship, Don and Beth married. Beth was 16. Don was 18. Prior to their betrothal, Don told his soon-to-be in-laws who were understandably skeptical, that Don and Beth would get married and would make it work. He was right. They made it work for 55 years.
Don and Beth moved to Casper in 1966, where he earned an associate degree in accounting from Casper College and immediately went to work for Marathon Oil as a bookkeeper while Beth finished high school. Daughter Wendi was born, then Tim, then Kara, in neat five-year increments. During his time with Marathon, the family moved to Thermopolis in 1974, back to Casper in 1976 and then to Cody in 1986.
Don’s work ethic was part necessity, part curiosity and part grit. He worked two jobs for almost the entirety of his children’s lives, working weekends to support his family. Although cloaked with an aw-shucks Lance Creek humility, Don was extremely bright and enterprising. When the honchos at Marathon Oil needed someone to manage the new-fangled computer system and finding no one qualified for the position, Don volunteered. Thus he unwittingly embarked on the nascent career of computer technology, not only patiently explaining for all the head scratchers – and there were many – what a computer is, but what it does and how to use it.
Don had a mind of a tinkerer. He was a natural problem solver. By the end of his tenure at Marathon, he had created software for the company automating the functions he was hired to perform. In essence, Don made his career in technology bootstrapped with the mind of a mathematician and a heavy dose of sheer will.
Don retired from Marathon in 2000. Enjoying retirement not at all, he immediately found work with the Cody Boys & Girls Club as the IT manager for two years before he and Beth moved to Casper in 2002. Similarly antsy, Don soon took a position at Highland Park Community Church where he worked for the next 8 years. He was a very practical Gift from God for the folks at HPCC, because he could fix everything from the leaky faucet to a complex IT issue nestled deep in its system.
Don was the protector, the guardian, the fixer in the family. He was also the Fun Machine. He never met a projectile he didn’t like and was quick to buy the latest for his grandchildren. He was generous and easy with his time. No problem was left unsolved under Don’s watch.
He was an elixir for low spirits and a balm for wayward hearts. He was also quick with a generally horrible joke. He could always be counted on for homemade ice cream. He always could be counted on for everything, really.
His love for his bride Beth is striking both for its breadth and depth of his devotion to her. Don loved his family equally deeply, evident in his ceaseless care and concern for the well-being of Wendi, Tim, Kara and their families. He adored his grandchildren, whom he mercilessly spoiled.
For much of his life Don steered a wide and skeptical path around faith and the church. Beth’s patience and prayer bore fruit as he gradually found his way to a solid and enduring walk with God.
Don is survived by his wife Susan Beth, his children Wendi (Mitch) Carlisle, Tim (Susan) Stubson, and Kara (Cade) Scholl, 10 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at Highland Park Community Church, Saturday, May 21 at 2 p.m., reception to follow.
In spite of humble beginnings and significant odds, Don built a rich life for he and his family. Sleep well beloved husband, father, grandfather. You’ve earned your rest.
Memorial contributions can be made in Donald's name to Faith Promise Missions or Casper College Foundation.
On Saturday, May 14, Don Stubson laid down for a cool spring nap. As the afternoon sun pressed upon him, he entered the gates of Heaven. Though our hearts yearned for one more beat, his heart had had enough.
Donald Louis Stubson was born December 6, 1947 in Lusk, Wyoming, the youngest of four children, the only boy. Don’s father, Louis Chester “Chet” Stubson, was a pumper in the Lance Creek field and there Don was raised, a feral child on the high plains of Niobrara County. Don lived in a company-owned cottage, sharing a room with his parents until the age of 12.
He was a hard and fearless worker from the beginning. He made extra money by cleaning out Marathon Oil Company tanks with an equally ill-equipped adolescent buddy. Devoid of any supervisor or instruction, one person would enter the tank, tethered only by a rope around his waist and scrub the insides of the tank while the other waited to pull him to safety, thus relying on the wisdom of a teenage boy to pull the other boy out before he passed out from the fumes.
As a teen, Don drove 30 miles to Niobrara High School every day. Motivation for that drive came in the form of one Susan Beth Jervis, the quiet daughter of the local Baptist Minister who became, unbeknownst to him at the time, the love of his life. After a brief courtship, Don and Beth married. Beth was 16. Don was 18. Prior to their betrothal, Don told his soon-to-be in-laws who were understandably skeptical, that Don and Beth would get married and would make it work. He was right. They made it work for 55 years.
Don and Beth moved to Casper in 1966, where he earned an associate degree in accounting from Casper College and immediately went to work for Marathon Oil as a bookkeeper while Beth finished high school. Daughter Wendi was born, then Tim, then Kara, in neat five-year increments. During his time with Marathon, the family moved to Thermopolis in 1974, back to Casper in 1976 and then to Cody in 1986.
Don’s work ethic was part necessity, part curiosity and part grit. He worked two jobs for almost the entirety of his children’s lives, working weekends to support his family. Although cloaked with an aw-shucks Lance Creek humility, Don was extremely bright and enterprising. When the honchos at Marathon Oil needed someone to manage the new-fangled computer system and finding no one qualified for the position, Don volunteered. Thus he unwittingly embarked on the nascent career of computer technology, not only patiently explaining for all the head scratchers – and there were many – what a computer is, but what it does and how to use it.
Don had a mind of a tinkerer. He was a natural problem solver. By the end of his tenure at Marathon, he had created software for the company automating the functions he was hired to perform. In essence, Don made his career in technology bootstrapped with the mind of a mathematician and a heavy dose of sheer will.
Don retired from Marathon in 2000. Enjoying retirement not at all, he immediately found work with the Cody Boys & Girls Club as the IT manager for two years before he and Beth moved to Casper in 2002. Similarly antsy, Don soon took a position at Highland Park Community Church where he worked for the next 8 years. He was a very practical Gift from God for the folks at HPCC, because he could fix everything from the leaky faucet to a complex IT issue nestled deep in its system.
Don was the protector, the guardian, the fixer in the family. He was also the Fun Machine. He never met a projectile he didn’t like and was quick to buy the latest for his grandchildren. He was generous and easy with his time. No problem was left unsolved under Don’s watch.
He was an elixir for low spirits and a balm for wayward hearts. He was also quick with a generally horrible joke. He could always be counted on for homemade ice cream. He always could be counted on for everything, really.
His love for his bride Beth is striking both for its breadth and depth of his devotion to her. Don loved his family equally deeply, evident in his ceaseless care and concern for the well-being of Wendi, Tim, Kara and their families. He adored his grandchildren, whom he mercilessly spoiled.
For much of his life Don steered a wide and skeptical path around faith and the church. Beth’s patience and prayer bore fruit as he gradually found his way to a solid and enduring walk with God.
Don is survived by his wife Susan Beth, his children Wendi (Mitch) Carlisle, Tim (Susan) Stubson, and Kara (Cade) Scholl, 10 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at Highland Park Community Church, Saturday, May 21 at 2 p.m., reception to follow.
In spite of humble beginnings and significant odds, Don built a rich life for he and his family. Sleep well beloved husband, father, grandfather. You’ve earned your rest.
Memorial contributions can be made in Donald's name to Faith Promise Missions or Casper College Foundation.
Donald Louis Stubson was born December 6, 1947 in Lusk, Wyoming, the youngest of four children, the only boy. Don’s father, Louis Chester “Chet” Stubson, was a pumper in the Lance Creek field and there Don was raised, a feral child on the high plains of Niobrara County. Don lived in a company-owned cottage, sharing a room with his parents until the age of 12.
He was a hard and fearless worker from the beginning. He made extra money by cleaning out Marathon Oil Company tanks with an equally ill-equipped adolescent buddy. Devoid of any supervisor or instruction, one person would enter the tank, tethered only by a rope around his waist and scrub the insides of the tank while the other waited to pull him to safety, thus relying on the wisdom of a teenage boy to pull the other boy out before he passed out from the fumes.
As a teen, Don drove 30 miles to Niobrara High School every day. Motivation for that drive came in the form of one Susan Beth Jervis, the quiet daughter of the local Baptist Minister who became, unbeknownst to him at the time, the love of his life. After a brief courtship, Don and Beth married. Beth was 16. Don was 18. Prior to their betrothal, Don told his soon-to-be in-laws who were understandably skeptical, that Don and Beth would get married and would make it work. He was right. They made it work for 55 years.
Don and Beth moved to Casper in 1966, where he earned an associate degree in accounting from Casper College and immediately went to work for Marathon Oil as a bookkeeper while Beth finished high school. Daughter Wendi was born, then Tim, then Kara, in neat five-year increments. During his time with Marathon, the family moved to Thermopolis in 1974, back to Casper in 1976 and then to Cody in 1986.
Don’s work ethic was part necessity, part curiosity and part grit. He worked two jobs for almost the entirety of his children’s lives, working weekends to support his family. Although cloaked with an aw-shucks Lance Creek humility, Don was extremely bright and enterprising. When the honchos at Marathon Oil needed someone to manage the new-fangled computer system and finding no one qualified for the position, Don volunteered. Thus he unwittingly embarked on the nascent career of computer technology, not only patiently explaining for all the head scratchers – and there were many – what a computer is, but what it does and how to use it.
Don had a mind of a tinkerer. He was a natural problem solver. By the end of his tenure at Marathon, he had created software for the company automating the functions he was hired to perform. In essence, Don made his career in technology bootstrapped with the mind of a mathematician and a heavy dose of sheer will.
Don retired from Marathon in 2000. Enjoying retirement not at all, he immediately found work with the Cody Boys & Girls Club as the IT manager for two years before he and Beth moved to Casper in 2002. Similarly antsy, Don soon took a position at Highland Park Community Church where he worked for the next 8 years. He was a very practical Gift from God for the folks at HPCC, because he could fix everything from the leaky faucet to a complex IT issue nestled deep in its system.
Don was the protector, the guardian, the fixer in the family. He was also the Fun Machine. He never met a projectile he didn’t like and was quick to buy the latest for his grandchildren. He was generous and easy with his time. No problem was left unsolved under Don’s watch.
He was an elixir for low spirits and a balm for wayward hearts. He was also quick with a generally horrible joke. He could always be counted on for homemade ice cream. He always could be counted on for everything, really.
His love for his bride Beth is striking both for its breadth and depth of his devotion to her. Don loved his family equally deeply, evident in his ceaseless care and concern for the well-being of Wendi, Tim, Kara and their families. He adored his grandchildren, whom he mercilessly spoiled.
For much of his life Don steered a wide and skeptical path around faith and the church. Beth’s patience and prayer bore fruit as he gradually found his way to a solid and enduring walk with God.
Don is survived by his wife Susan Beth, his children Wendi (Mitch) Carlisle, Tim (Susan) Stubson, and Kara (Cade) Scholl, 10 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.
A memorial service will be held at Highland Park Community Church, Saturday, May 21 at 2 p.m., reception to follow.
In spite of humble beginnings and significant odds, Don built a rich life for he and his family. Sleep well beloved husband, father, grandfather. You’ve earned your rest.
Memorial contributions can be made in Donald's name to Faith Promise Missions or Casper College Foundation.
Services & Gatherings
Service
Saturday, May 21, 2022 at 2:00pm
Highland Park Community Church 5725 Highland Dr, Casper, WY 82609
Newcomer Funeral Home (307-234-0234) is assisting the family
Newcomer Funeral Home (307-234-0234) is assisting the family