A gracious lady known as “Aunt Dods” to many left this life on Sunday, April 2, 2023 to be with her Lord and Savior. Dorothy Evelyn Kuban, age 93, was born in Burleson County, Texas on September 23, 1929 to the late Frank Kuban and Anna Kubin Kuban. She was a friend to all and was always there to lend a helping hand and to remind others how it was in the old days.
Dorothy was always interested in sports, especially the Temple Wildcats and the Texas Longhorns. She graduated from Temple High School in 1947 and attended Temple Junior College. She was a member of First Christian Church, Disciples of Christ.
Dorothy’s favorite pastimes were sewing, baking, quilting and yardwork. At an early age, her mother and sisters made her a “Dolly Parton Coat of Many Colors” and she, like Dolly, wore it so proudly. Being dubbed the baby of the family, Dorothy also had the responsibility of being caregiver to ailing family members.
Dorothy was a talented musician and was very instrument in starting of the first band for Reagan Elementary School. Professor Alexsandro was impressed with her ability in playing the trumpet that while only in eighth grade, she was playing with the Wildcat Marching Band and received many honors. Those many hours of practicing at home after school were enjoyed by all the neighborhood.
Upon graduation, she was offered a college scholarship but due to World War II, she had to turn it down to be able to be at home to help her dad out on the home front as her mother had passed away in 1940 and both brothers were in the service. Her two sisters were in charge of the household chores.
In 1957, after being employed locally by King’s Daughters Hospital and Wm. Cameron Lumber Co., Dorothy moved to Lafayette, Louisiana and was employed by ROM Industries for 30 years and retired in 1987. Dorothy was preceded in death by her parents, four sisters, and three brothers.
Survivors include her nephews, Gregory Kuban, Robert Kuban, and Kenneth Coleman; a niece, Melissa Kuban Cain and a host of great nieces and nephews.
A graveside service will be held at 11:00am Saturday, April 8, 2023 at New Tabor Cemetery near Caldwell, Texas.
Honorary pallbearers will be Robert Kuban, Jr., Matthew Kuban, Dennis Cain, Landon Cain, Austin Cain, Chris Coleman, Robert Kuban, Sr., Larry McEntire, Brian Hilton, Russell Coleman, Doug Coleman, Alex Coleman, Blake Coleman, Jacob Coleman and Jacob Rodrigues.
Memorials may be given in Ms. Kuban’s name to Baylor Scott and White Hospice, 5701 Airport Rd., POD 195, Temple, Texas 76502.
The Tale of My Little Green Bike
I was thinking about my bike. It was green. It had a little basket on the handle bars. When I rode it down the sidewalk, I felt like I was going down US 190, now I-35. With the wind at my back, it made me feel as though I was driving a big Greyhound Bus. More likely an 18 wheeler now.
A couple of things prompted such thoughts. One is that bicycling has become an adult thing now.
Grown people pedal by my house on a regular basis. They have bicycles that appear to be expensive. Mine cost $10. They also wear helmets and tight fitting cyclist outfits. A helmet wasn’t necessary during my time.
I got my green bicycle when I was 10. I had hurt my leg at school and my dad said “NO”. I was laid up for months. As I grew older, I understood why. You see, my mom passed away in 1940 and we didn’t need more trouble. My 4 older siblings bought it for me anyway. We rode the devil out of that bicycle. When my 4 Coleman nephews came for a visit, that poor little bike was the “cat’s meow”. I shouldn’t have ever sold that bike.
It was like a family heirloom and it still brings a lot of memories to mind, especially between me and Kenny, the youngest one.
I rode my bicycle until I was 14. Then it wasn’t cool to ride a bike anymore so one day, I climbed down off of it for good and started counting the days until I could get my driver’s license.
Now I find myself looking back more often than I look forward. You see, that little green bicycle was my pride and joy.
That’s not the end of the story. I still had to walk to school. You see, I was looking forward to the family 1929 Ford Model A! My dad gave it to his grandsons. In 1952, I bought my own, a new Chevy hardtop. It sure was pretty and I bought it with my own hard working monies. There is more ways to skin a cat…
I got outsmarted but I didn’t get defeated!
(Memories Shared by Dorothy Kuban)
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