Morell Grover Foster, Jr.
M.G. (Bubby) Foster Jr., 94, was reunited with his beloved wife, Maysel Thomas Foster; parents, MG Foster Sr. and Blanche (Seaholm) Foster; his siblings, Maurelle McDonald and Hebert Foster Sr.; and his dear friend Pat Ramey.
Visitation will be from 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m., Monday, at Claybar Funeral Home in Orange. Cremation will follow at Haven of Rest Crematory.
Bubby (or as his good friends called him, Bubba) was born in Eagle Lake, Texas on January 22, 1925. He proudly served his country in the United States Army. Bubby worked several interesting jobs until he settled on being a longshoreman at the Orange docks. He loved being outdoors. Every summer he set up a huge camp under the Cow Creek Bridge where his beloved Maysel would spend a month or two entertaining family and friends. Bubby loved to go duck hunting with his nephews. Even though Bubby and Maysel had no children they helped raise several nieces and nephews including two special nephews, Rusty McDonald and Jim Foster.
He is survived by his nephews, Hebert Foster Jr., Ricky Foster, and Michael Foster; nieces, Samantha Lowe, Selma King, Connie Miller, and Linda Foster; numerous great and great-great nephews and nieces; and his good friends that gathered at Danny’s for coffee every morning, especially Ella Fay Bergeron.
Condolences
Cinda Foster Wand
September 8, 2019
There are not enough positive words to describe Uncle Bubba. He had a quiet persona and a gentle spirit. I don't think that I have ever met a man who was more respected than Uncle Bubba. For years, I spent almost all my lunch hours at Bubba and Maysels, If there was work at the port, the kitchen would be filled with longshoreman who came home with Bubba for a big and satisfying meal prepared by Maysel. It never mattered who or how many showed up for the hour of camaraderie, everyone was fed, no one ever left hungry. Every single one of those men held him in high regard and with great esteem. After Maysel died, I continued to go down and visit him at lunch. He and Ponch would be watching TV. He would chuckle at Ponch because there was a show that they watched whose theme music would cause Ponch to howl. Bubba always said that Ponch was singing along with the music. I loved this man so much. He was like a father to me. Maysel's introduction of me was always, "This is our daughter-in-law, she's married to our nephew." Bubba loved my children (James and Alyssa) and always looked forward to having them come visit and they loved him. After we moved, he and I still kept in touch. I would write to him, and he occasionally wrote back, but he usually called. He'd fill me in on life in Orange, who (in the family) was doing what, how his garden was doing, what all he had been up to and he always wanted to know what the kids were up to. I would hang up with a smile on my face, but a tug in my heart. I missed his presence. My condolences to the Foster family, (although, according to Bubba, I was still a member of the family). We have lost a truly great man.
Cinda Foster Wand
September 8, 2019
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