Williams, Stanley Price
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CELEBRATION OF THE LIFE OF STANLEY PRICE WILLIAMS I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. -2 Timothy 4:7 Stanley Price Williams passed away peacefully on Saturday, February 6, 2021. Born July 10, 1935, to Marvine Price Williams and Webb Hollingsworth Williams in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Stan grew up an only child but had his favorite dog, Inky, by his side. He attended Fayetteville High School where he lettered in basketball and then attended the University of Arkansas where he also played and lettered in basketball. He was a member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon Fraternity, and earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Civil Engineering and a Master’s in Mathematics. He joined the United States Navy and attended Officers Candidate School, achieving the rank of Lieutenant JG in 1957. Stan began his career at Chicago Bridge & Iron in Page, Arizona, where he worked on the construction of the Glen Canyon Dam. He then joined AT&T in Kansas City, Kansas, and with the company he worked and lived in many cities across the United States, finishing his career in Washington, D.C. Upon retirement, he and Joyce lived in McLean, Virginia, and later, Fayetteville, Arkansas. Stan was an avid sportsman; enjoying golf, tennis, skiing and snowmobiling. His passion for sports fueled him most days, always keeping up with the University of Arkansas Athletic programs, especially. He was grateful to witness a winning season of Razorback football this last year, FINALLY! Woo Pig Sooie! Stan was a loving and devoted husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He was preceded in death by his parents and is survived by his wife, Joyce, of 62 years; his daughter, Melissa McGowan and husband, James; and his son, Michael Williams. He leaves behind six grandchildren who affectionately called him “Granddaddy”: Stephen, Matthew, Clare and Katherine McGowan; Melinda and Shashank Tekula. Also surviving him is his precious great-grandchild, Wesley McGowan. In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate donations being made to: The Joe Perry Sports Complex in care of Prestonwood Baptist Church 6801 West Park Boulevard Plano, Texas 75093 In memory of Stanley P. Williams The Celebration of Life Service is being held at Prestonwood Baptist Chapel, 6801 West Park Boulevard, Plano, Texas, Monday, April 12 at 2:00 pm. Please leave the family condolences and share memories on this website.
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So many wonderful memories with Stan and Joyce in McLean How lucky to have had so many wonderful years together RIP
Memories with Stan:
Stan and I first met about 30 years ago at a function to support women’s basketball. We hit it off right off the bat and played golf that next weekend.
That was the beginning of a very strong and lasting friendship, and he was without doubt my best friend in Fayetteville for a long long time. As a couple, Joyce and Stan became fixtures in my family, and they participated in many family events. The four of us spent a lot of evenings including dinners at each of our homes, and attending basketball, football and Lady Razorback sports together. Going to Stan and Joyces home for dinner was always a treat, not only is she a great cook, she is very special in making things fun and entertaining. Her decorations around meals always had a theme, often enhanced with stuffed bears or other collectables.
With both Stan and I being members of the Fayetteville Country Club, we played golf regularly and participated in many tournaments and special events. We were always competitive, and a couple of times we even won the events. One tournament was a two day affair that had a format like the Rider Cup and on the last day we were up by two strokes with one hole to play. It was an alternate shot format that day and Stan was up to Tee off. Stan proceeded to hit his drive in a small pond right in front of us and we wound up loosing the tournament by one stroke; of course that created a lot of laughs and good natured ribbing as time went by.
Another time he and I kayaked on the White river upstream from our River House and he was wearing his customary white shorts. When we landed near the house he lost his balance and sat down in the mud while trying to get out of the boat. Again, that led to many laughs, and those white shorts probably never recovered.
If Bev and I ever had problems Stan and Joyce were always there to help when needed. A good example of that is a time when I went by myself to Manhatten, Kansas to visit my Daughter. For whatever reason I became very ill, and Stan and Joyce drove Bev to Manhatten so she could drive me back to Fayetteville. For sure help was needed.
After Bev and I retired from the University of Arkansas we moved out of Fayetteville. As a result our time together with Stan and Joyce became more and more infrequent. Even though we never met a lot in person, Stan and I usually had a long telephone conversation every week or so talking sports, golf and other activities. Those telephone calls continued at least weekly until a day or two before he was hospitalized. He and Joyce were special friends that are rare in ones life, and Bev and I will always remember him very fondly and with a smile on our faces.
Bev and Harley Lewis
Memories with Stan:
Stan and I first met about 30 years ago at a function to support women’s basketball. We hit it off right off the bat and played golf that next weekend.
That was the beginning of a very strong and lasting friendship, and he was without doubt my best friend in Fayetteville for a long long time. As a couple, Joyce and Stan became fixtures in my family, and they participated in many family events. The four of us spent a lot of evenings including dinners at each of our homes, and attending basketball, football and Lady Razorback sports together. Going to Stan and Joyces home for dinner was always a treat, not only is she a great cook, she is very special in making things fun and entertaining. Her decorations around meals always had a theme, often enhanced with stuffed bears or other collectables.
With both Stan and I being members of the Fayetteville Country Club, we played golf regularly and participated in many tournaments and special events. We were always competitive, and a couple of times we even won the events. One tournament was a two day affair that had a format like the Rider Cup and on the last day we were up by two strokes with one hole to play. It was an alternate shot format that day and Stan was up to Tee off. Stan proceeded to hit his drive in a small pond right in front of us and we wound up loosing the tournament by one stroke; of course that created a lot of laughs and good natured ribbing as time went by.
Another time he and I kayaked on the White river upstream from our River House and he was wearing his customary white shorts. When we landed near the house he lost his balance and sat down in the mud while trying to get out of the boat. Again, that led to many laughs, and those white shorts probably never recovered.
If Bev and I ever had problems Stan and Joyce were always there to help when needed. A good example of that is a time when I went by myself to Manhatten, Kansas to visit my Daughter. For whatever reason I became very ill, and Stan and Joyce drove Bev to Manhatten so she could drive me back to Fayetteville. For sure help was needed.
After Bev and I retired from the University of Arkansas we moved out of Fayetteville. As a result our time together with Stan and Joyce became more and more infrequent. Even though we never met a lot in person, Stan and I usually had a long telephone conversation every week or so talking sports, golf and other activities. Those telephone calls continued at least weekly until a day or two before he was hospitalized. He and Joyce were special friends that are rare in ones life, and Bev and I will always remember him very fondly and with a smile on our faces.
Stan was my cousin–his wonderful dad Web Williams was my mother’s brother. Stan was six years older than I, and we always lived several hundred miles apart, so we were never very close as children. Yet I looked up to Stan, and somehow, he became a surrogate role model to me–he was smart, he was honest, he was a team player, a leader, a good student, and he was likable. I instinctively knew that I couldn’t go too far off track by following his example. In my childhood years, Stan became one of the “gold standard” people whom I chose to emulate.
Stan and Joyce were always very kind to me and I always felt welcome and appreciated on the rare occasions when we had an opportunity to be together. I wish we could have been closer, both geographically and emotionally, but that was not to be. The fact that my wife and I were never able to enjoy Stan and Joyce as couples has remained one of the very few regrets in my life. I think we’d have enjoyed each other immensely.
I’m sure Stan was unaware that in many ways, I am built in his image. I doubt also that he ever realized the extent to which he helped guide me to achieve the full fruition of my own destiny. But I do know those things, and I freely acknowledge my debt of gratitude.
Thanks, cousin. I owe you one.