Biography page for Arnis Wade Payne

Arnis Wade Payne

Genealogy

Arnis, 66 of Paris, Texas died September 27th 1997 at the Presbyterian Hospital in Dallas, Texas, after having surgery for the third time in one year. Arnis was born to Cassious Melvin and Ollie Chandler Payne on March 5, 1931, in Kemp, Texas. Arnis was married at a young age to Essie Mae Smith, of Sulphur Springs, Texas and they had one son, Alan Wade. The marriage dissolved and Arnis remarried Hazel Erma Lorene Gentry Jones of Bonham, Texas on March 3, 1963, in Dallas. Hazel had three sons Ronald Steven, Leon Wayne and Joey Neal Jones. Hazel then gave Arnis three more sons, Randall Wade, Arnis Wade, Jr. and Marc Thomas.
Arnis was fed up with life in the big city and bought a homestead in-between Rags Town and Belk Texas, 20 miles north of Paris. He would joke that he lived in Taint:  "Taint Rags Town and taint Belk!" This homestead was on the last paved road in Texas, and today it is still the last paved road in Texas.
Arnis was an Appliance Repair Technician and a member of the Baptist Church. He enjoyed fishing, dancing, farming and at a young age was in both Country and Western bands, playing guitar. Arnis had more than one vice, which would ultimately contribute to his demise.
Surviving family includes: Brothers O.D., Richard (Pete), and Archie Payne; Sisters Opal Roper and Ruth (Pittman) Lynch; Sons Steve, Wayne, Alan, Joey, Randy, Arnis, Jr. and Marc; 15 Grandchildren and 4 Great-grandchildren.
Arnis is buried in West Post Oak Cemetery, just outside of Belk. MORE PICTURES: Daddy and Momma The boys Randall, Jake and Dusty grand-sons Alason and Anna grand-daughters Daddy and Marc Feeding Rabbits Arnis Funeral Flowers Dad Hazel and Robert

"Uncle Arnie"

Eulogy for a Very Special Person

Arnis Payne was, to me, a very special person. He loved me for who I am, not who he expected me to be. It was never necessary to pretend to be better than I am or to put on airs. He loved me when I was sad; when I was glad; through fat and thin. I always felt I was beautiful in his eyes. When I was mad, he loved me still, and would laugh at me and tease me back to good humor. It seems to me that all his life was spent in taking two steps forward and three steps back, yet the failures never stopped him from trying to forge ahead. With his worm farms (the worms all froze to death), his rabbit farms, the big red hogs he raised, (then the market dropped on pork about the time he was ready to sell), the baby calves he fed by hand, and the geese honking in his front yard, he persevered in the hope of making life a little easier for those he loved. He made no secret of the fact that he loved all his fine sons, and was never ashamed to tell them that he loved them. He took great pleasure in the music they made and sang along, although a little off key most of the time. Arnie was not just an uncle to me. He was my Father when I needed one, my brother when I needed one, and most of all, he was my best friend. I can never forget the many hours we spent playing 42 with the dominoes; how aggravated he would get when Hazel and I beat him and Bill time after time. Yet, he was always ready to play again. And oh, how he loved to rub it in when the tables were turned. Arnie enjoyed going fishing about as much as anything in his life. I believe, in my heart, that he is now sitting on the bank of that big all-weather pond in the sky, where it is never too hot, too cold, too wet, or too windy....and the big ones never get away. Arnie, your absence from this life has caused a black hole to form in my universe that can never be filled. Goodbye....I will love you always. By Margie (Davis)

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