David Michael Krebs

He was a Husband to Jennie, a Father to Aaron, Sarah, and Rachel, a Grandfather to Chris, Brenden and

soon Hunter, a Brother to Scott, Richard, Steve and sister Connie. He was also the current patriarch of the

Krebs family.

Mike was the oldest son born in 1947 to a newly wed couple David Aaron Krebs and Lillian R. Krebs in

Hawthorne, California.

He led the Krebs pack of boys for many years until he graduated from Manchester High School in 1965. He

was drafted into the Army in 1966 as a medic. He served in Nha Trang, Vietnam.

After the service, he attended Akron University and became a surveyor when he and his family moved to

Dallas, Texas in 1975 following his parents’ move in 1972 from Akron to Dallas.

In his new home, with his growing family and his garden … it gave him joy.

He would use different plants between other plants to naturally keep pests away. "Corn has beans between

them because the flower from the beans keeps bugs off the corn, and Nasturtiums next to the beans,

because the flower from the Nasturtiums keeps the pests off the beans, and if the bugs eat the flowers …

who cares!"

I remember Corn Fest out back of his home. You would go out and pick your corn, and he would cook your

steak while Jennie cooked the corn. Man was it good.

He love games of all types, poker, darts, dominoes, crossword puzzles, trivia, and especially watching his

favorite Dallas Cowboys.

He was never a wealthy man for the financial sense, but often considered himself rich with family, friends

and life. He frequently worked on cars and was always ready to help his brothers or father work on theirs as

well.

As the oldest son in our family, he broke a lot of ground for the rest of his siblings. Since "all Parents start

out as amateurs." There was tension during his high school years with his father, that later turned to mutual

respect in the late 1960's and 1970’s.

He religiously visited his Mother in her final years here in Dallas and brought her home grown tomatoes and

other vegetables every week from his garden.

He was a good guy, father, brother, uncle, grandfather and friend. He will be missed.

He loved his Jennie so and all of his children, grandchildren, brothers and sister, and many friends. He was

so proud of each of his children.

He loved to fish. One time when he finally went along with the rest of the Uncles and male cousins to

Canada, he asked me in the boat..."What about these Great Northern Pike". I said..."You've never caught

one?”... He shook his head no. I asked my cousin Dan Griffith (driving the boat) to "take us over to those

reeds over there". I then changed his lure to an old Mepps spinner and a worm. I told him to cast out in front

of the reeds and slowly bring it back. A fish immediately hit his line and he yelled "I got one!". I said "No,

you just snagged a perch." He reeled it in and sure enough he had a small perch. I looked around for the

game warden and then after I was sure it was clear, I told him to "leave the perch on the line and cast it back

where he originally cast his line and slowly drag it in.” He threw it out there and sure enough he had a strike.

A BIG strike. Pole bent, line stretched, aching hands kind of a strike. His pole was almost bent in half as the

fish went under the boat. After a long struggle, he reeled it in and we helped him get it in the boat with two

nets. It was about a 35 inch Great Northern Pike. He was so proud. Then after looking at the Pike's teeth

and almost being bitten he said "what do we do with it?" I replied "that's up to you but if you are buying the

beer, I have a set of leather gloves and needle nose pliers up here I'll loan you.”

He was not an overly religious man that attended church every week. But it has often been said that "there

are no atheists in the bottom of a foxhole."

He has now been set free of his memories and may the Lord's hands take him and care of him. He is missed

already.

God’s speed Mike…

Written by Brother Richard Krebs