1924 - 2007 (83 years)
||William Ernest "Bill" Painter, Ph.D. |
||29 Feb 1924
||Tulsa, Tulsa County, Oklahoma 
||8 Jun 1951
||University of Missouri-Columbia Commencement Program, Earned B.A. in History, Phi Beta Kappa, from the University of Missouri-Columbia 
- Earned B.A. in History, Phi Beta Kappa, from the University of Missouri-Columbia, 8 June 1951.
||7 Jun 1953
||Earned M.A. in History from the University of Missouri-Columbia 
||6 Jun 1961
||Earned his Ph.D. in History from the University of Missouri-Columbia 
||William Ernest Painter, Sr. passed away in Carthage, Missouri on Monday, July 2, 2007.|
He was born the 29th of February 1924 to Sylvia Taylor and Howard Andrew Painter.
During World War II, he registered as a conscientious objector and fought with C Company, 127th Infantry, in the Pacific theatre on the Villa Verde trail in northern Luzon in the Phillipines as well as serving in Japan during the occupation.
After the war, he received his Ph.D. in European History from the University of Missouri-Columbia, achieving a Fulbright scholarship 1955-56, a Woodrow Wilson Fellow 1959-1960, and was Phi Beta Kappa. He taught at various universities across the United States, including Sam Houston State University at Huntsville, Texas, the University of South Dakatoa, the University of Tulsa, and the University of Alaska-Fairbanks. He was Professor Emeritus from the University of North Texas, Denton, Texas, where he taught from 1967-1996.
The 30th of June 1951 he married Delores Jean Capps in Carthage, Missouri.
He is survived by his wife; his siblings Iris Painter and Mary Painter Cooper of Tulsa, OK, George Painter of Chevy Chase, MD, Robert Painter of Mokane, MO, Joe Painter of Victoria, TX, Jon Painter of Bethany, CT, James Painter of Kansas City, KS, and Charlotte Painter Bell of Tulsa; his sons William E., Jr. of Baltimore, MD, Mark A. of Dallas, PA, and Christian A. Painter of Carthage, MO; and grandchildren Erin and William T. Painter, Maia and Marina Painter, and Kylie and Gabriel Painter.
He was predeceased by his parents, his brother Howard Painter, and his sisters Helen Painter, Betty Painter Miller, and Vanda Painter Cabe.
[appeared in the Denton [TX] Record-Chronicle and the Victoria [TX] Advocate]
||University of North Texas, European History Professor, 1968-1998 |
||baptised Lutheran about 1964  |
||Lived Tulsa, OK; New Bloomfield, MO; Mokane, MO
||Fairbanks, Alaska 
||2 Jul 2007
||1715 Hillcrest Drive, Carthage, Jasper County, Missouri
||Fasken Cemetery, Jasper County, Missouri
- Cremated then later buried.
||18 Sep 2014 |
||Howard Andrew "Andrew" Painter, b. 30 Jul 1892, Bellefonte, Pulaski County, Missouri , d. 27 Apr 1966, Tulsa, Tulsa County, Oklahoma (Age 73 years) |
||Sylvia Pearl Taylor, b. 25 Jul 1889, Pulaski County, Missouri , d. 3 May 1982, Tulsa, Tulsa County, Oklahoma (Age 92 years) |
||7 Apr 1915
||Taylor home, Waynesville, Pulaski County, Missouri 
||Bill and Delores Capps Painter|
June 20, 1951
||Mary and Billy Painter|
||Painters and their friends at the creek|
L-R: Billy Painter, Gwendolyn Hutchins, Esther Sowders, Betty Painter, Mary Painter, Marshall Sowders, Howard Painter, Jimmy Alexander, Leslie Hutchins and Lovelle Alexander, Tulsa, Oklahoma
- U.S. World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946, ancestry.com
Name: William E Painter
Birth Year: 1924
Race: White, citizen
Nativity State or Country: Oklahoma
County or City: Callaway
Enlistment Date: 23 Oct 1944
Enlistment State: Missouri
Enlistment City: Jefferson Barracks
Branch: No branch assignment
Branch Code: No branch assignment
Grade Code: Private
Term of Enlistment: Enlistment for the duration of the War or otheremergency, plus six months, subject to the discretion of the President orotherwise according to law
Component: Selectees (Enlisted Men)
Source: Civil Life
Education: 4 years of high school
Civil Occupation: Geographer [suspect database error: they have thisfor most people. Suspect it should be FARMER, which is what he certainlywas]
Marital Status: Single, without dependents
PAINTER, William E. (b. 1924). College professor, Army veteran (CCompany, 1st Battalion, 127th Infantry Regiment, 32nd Infantry Division).His experiences in the Pacific Theater during
World War II. His pacifistic/isolationist background and the influence ofhis mother; his parents' attitude toward Franklin D. Roosevelt and theNew Deal; his personal dilemma over accepting induction into the militaryand registering as a conscientious objector; community pressure on him toenter the military; induction into the Army, summer, 1944; basictraining, Camp Hood, Killeen, Texas; assignment to C Company, 127thInfantry, as a replacement; his hatred of the Japanese; combat on theVilla Verde Trail, northern Luzon, Philippines; his attitude towardofficers and non-commissioned officers; setting up perimeter defenses;Japanese night banzai attacks; rest and recuperation on the LingayenGulf; non-battle casualties; combat around Baguio on Highway 11; hissurviving a Japanese ambush; killing of Japanese prisoners; end of thewar; service with the Army of Occupation in Japan, 1945-46; postwaradjustments to civilian life.
137 pp. plus documents
Interviewer: Ronald E. Marcello
Date of Interview: December 21, 1998
Denton County TX Property
R212593 PAINTER, WILLIAM 3102 CLIFTON DR $206,630
noted 8 Sept 2001
From: "William Painter"
Date: dimanche 11 novembre 2001 22:23
Subject: view from here
Once upon a time when I was twelve years old, almost exactly, I lived ina perfect world and I was completely happy. This was in a place called Pulaski County near Waynesville. A place called "Colley Hollow" where two of my aunts and several cousins lived. I had never met any of these people before and did not know them except to know they were Mimi's sisters and family. We had lived for four long hard years in Arkansas and were treated like the term "white trash" symbolizes. We were hungry much of the time . Cold much of the time. And frightened all of the time. We moved from Arkansas on my twelfth birthday and were to stay about thirty days, perhaps a little longer, with my aunt Myrtle who was as poor as a church mouse, but I am sure she is one of the brightest stars in God's kingdom of the good. Not far from aunt Myrtle, down the valley, lived my aunt Nora, a little better off but good woman nonetheless. The love and kindness that was in my aunt Myrtle was enough to fill the whole valley. When we showed up with twelve children and two parents, the security of that place enveloped us all, but especially me. I was twelve and old enough to know what might and could happen and feared always the worst because for the four years in Arkansas, Papa and Howard were gone most of the time. Aunt Myrtle convinced me that nothing would or could happen there. I played for days on end, doing nothing but climbing hills and dreaming dreams that had no limits. My best friend was a very old shaggy dog named "Beel" who followed me up and down the hills and we laid in the deep leaves and waited for the squirrel thatnever came. We didn't care and neither of us would have known what to doif one did come. There was always the scent of burning leaves in theair, night and day, because they had a systematic custom of burning offthe leaves in the spring. At night we could see the rings of fire all through the hills where they did controlled burning. During the day my cousin Ernie taught me how to plow with a team of horses and there was that unique scent of fresh earth being turned along with the burning of weeds and grass to clear the fields. An exciting time for a twelve year old and I enjoyed every moment of it running between aunt Myrtle's home and about a half mile down to my aunt Nora's. The security, the kindness, the ties of trust and caring and the knowledge that I really belonged was something that I never forgot, but I am sorry to say, never felt again.
Later that spring we moved on to New Bloomfield to our own place and ledour own lives but the pressure of money, that miserable highschool in NewBloomfield and eventually the war put a terrible pressure on all of ourlives . I know that I felt happiness at times, but not so unconditionally as I did with my aunt Myrtle in Waynesville. That was perfect. That was home. Something that a person could feel, smell,sense, and be swallowed up in. I never went back, but I never forgot it. I am not writing you this to tell you anything or to teach anything. Simply to say that once upon a time I experienced the perfect world that I would not change.
We are all caught up in a bizarre world. I have been for many years. Without Delores I could not bear it. Too much pressure. Too many unfulfilled dreams. Too many worries. I hate George Bush for thehypocrite that he is, but many hypocrites voted for the bastard. I hate the times we are in because there is no integrity anywhere. I believethat technology has advanced selfishness at a faster rate than it has benefits. I could go on endlessly. I know that you are not happy. I don't believe that Mark and Megan are very happy. I know that Christian is suffering. I sometimes regret bringing children into the world a tall. However in spite of all, when I walk down across the field here towork on clearing the brush from the hay field, I think of aunt Myrtle,climbing the hills and I know that happiness is possible.
[it is interesting to note that at the time this was written, his son Bill was actually quite happy.]
note: Gladys Marye Burris, wife of Dorval Burris, convinced the draft board to revoke Bill’s farmer’s exemption from service.
- [S2509] Personal comment, T. Anderson Painter, being born on a leap year made 3 out of every 4 years awkward for Bill. When, as a child, he was trying to decide what day to celebrate his birthday on his mother said, "Well, you certainly weren't here on the 28th". He celebrated his birthday on March 1st in non-leap years.
- [S531] Annual Commencement Program, University of Missouri.
- [S2509] Personal comment, T. Anderson Painter, Note on back of wedding photo.