On February 26, 2022, we lost a good and faithful servant. A man complex in thinking yet simple in living; exacting in thought but loving in spirit; demanding in so many ways yet generous to a fault. Some called him Colonel. Some called him Jim. We called him Dad.
Born in Stafford, Kansas on February 7, 1936, Jim (or Jimmy, as his mother called him to his everlasting chagrin) spent his childhood as an army brat, living wherever circumstances dictated, from post-WWII Germany to the Deep South of the 1950s; experiences that would shape his worldview of him and his faith of him. A proud graduate of Ohio State University and active member of the Theta Xi fraternity, his greatest accomplishment during his college years was to meet and marry Mary Sue Russell, his wife of 64 years. In 1958, with a wife and baby daughter, I decided to make the Army his career, starting in the Artillery and later transferring to the Medical Service Corps. He served 20 years in different posts, including a tour of duty in Vietnam, after which he obtained a Master’s Degree in Hospital Administration from Baylor University. Upon his retirement from him, he remained in San Antonio and continued in civilian life as a medical administrator.
After retiring from working, Jim remained active in many things. He was a Mason, a Shriner, and a member of Sojourners. He particularly enjoyed donning his Revolutionary War era uniform and portraying Gen. Henry Knox for the Sojourners and other groups. He and Mary Sue became quite skilled square dancers and also thought nothing of boarding a tour bus and setting out for different parts of the country, making new friends along the way. They developed many fond friendships over the years. Jim remained active for many years at his church, Coker UMC, serving in whatever role was asked of him. We have no doubt he will continue to serve in whatever capacity he is needed.
Our dad A man who read voraciously and could knock out any crossword puzzle you put in front of him. (He especially enjoyed working a daily MENSA crossword puzzle.) A man who enjoyed writing poetry and compiled a notebook filled with various groups, occasions, and people he put to verse. A man who, when he got to laugh uncontrollably, would have us all in tears. A man who seemed to serious at times but thought nothing, even at the age of 86, of getting down on the floor and playing with his baby grand-daughter of him. A man who insisted on taking care of his wife from him up to the very end and still would be doing so if he could. There aren’t enough words to describe him; there is no way to measure how much we will miss him.
Preceded in death by his parents, Col. CG Hubbart and mother Pearly, sister Beverlee Ann Tague; survived by his wife Mary Sue, daughter Susan Garrett and her husband Richard, son James Scott Hubbart and his wife Cori, and grandchildren James Harbuck and Emma Hubbart, he left a special mark in this world and a special place in our hearts.
He said his favorite book was the Bible, which is evidenced by its worn pages and binding that has been taped together. His favorite verse of him was Hebrews 11: 1 “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” We look forward to the day when we will see him again.
MONDAY, APRIL 4, 2022
COKER UNITED METHODIST CHURCH
231 E North Loop Rd
Interment with Military Honors will follow in Ft. Sam Houston National Cemetery.
Published by Legacy on Mar. 10, 2022.