In Memory

Max Taylor

Max Taylor

Max Taylor (1947 - 2003)

Max Taylor was born May 19, 1947 in Pampa. He was a lifelong resident of Pampa, graduating from Pampa High School in 1965. He was a veteran of the U. S. Army as an Airborne Ranger, serving during the Vietnam War. He was a lifetime member of the DAV. He was a member of the NRA and former NRA National Handgun champion from 1991-1993. He was a member of the Pampa Optimist Club, and a member of the Calvary Baptist Church. He graduated from Wayland Baptist University in 1983. He was a self-employed welder in Pampa and worked for Rudy's Automotive. Max died July 29, 2003.

SURVIVORS: 1 Daughter: Valerie O'Brien of Pampa. 1 Son: Robert Taylor of Pampa. Father: Rudy Taylor of Pampa. 1 Sister: Brenda Taylor of Pampa. 1 Brother: Steven Taylor of Haidenheimer, Texas. 3 Grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his mother, Dene Taylor on March 31, 2001. 

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08/04/15 09:45 PM #1    

Darell Luster

Max and I both reported to our draft physicals together. Max could have gotten out of the draft; he had a 60% hearing loss in one ear. He instead chose to enlist and left THAT day. After we both got out of the Army, we spent many good times down on the Canadian River- hunting and camping. Max was the real deal.

08/07/15 10:18 AM #2    

Sandy Jones (Vanderburg)

Max and I went to Woodrow Wilson together. Many years later I had his daughter Valarie in my Sunday School class and we reconnected. After I moved from Pampa he called me a couple of times when I was at my parents house for a visit. His favorite saying was... "Hey girl, do you want to meet at the corner of Woodrow Wilson and eat a Popsicle ..sweet memory!"

08/10/15 01:05 AM #3    

Pam Redmond (Catron-Clarke)

Max Taylor was at Ft. Hood at the same time that Robert (Pullen) and I were. We were all dirt poor with Robert and I sharing a 2 bedroom house trailer with a couple from Mississippi. Since the Army paid once a month, by the end of the month, food choices were scarce. Here would come Max, knocking at the door, his arms full of hamburger meat! At that point, he was working in the mess hall as best I remember and his visits always helped us survive the rest of the month. He and Robert would get a wild hair & decide that we would make a trip to Pampa. They would throw me in the backseat, them in the front assuring me that it was no problem leaving Sat. afternoon & returning Sun. Laughter & craziness that only the young can pull off. Max was so loyal & caring & ready to help after Robert died. When he went to Vietnam, he would send letters addressed to Pamcakes. He thought it terribly funny that Robert told him that when I made pancakes, they were so heavy, he called them pamcakes. His son is named after Robert. I miss him. We lost contact a number of years ago. Those kind of friends never leave your heart or memories. Rest in Peace, Max.    Pamcakes

08/10/15 08:26 AM #4    

Pam Ludeman (Price)

"Pamcakes," what fond memories indeed. I enjoyed reading your entry.


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