Everett Wendell White was born on October 8, 1934 in a farmhouse outside of Shambaugh, Iowa. He was known as Wendell throughout his life. Wendell graduated from Villisca High School in 1952. He served in the Iowa National Guard from 1943 to 1964. Wendell married Beverly Joan Smith on January 22, 1961 in a Methodist Church in Cumberland, Iowa.
After graduation high school Wendell tried to get a job in farming, but the post WWII technological advances in equipment and techniques resulted in fewer farming jobs being available. Wendell instead found a job in the meat packing area and worked for Cudahy for a few years and later at the Kwik Kafe in Omaha. In 1964 Wendell accepted a job in Colorado at Automatique, a vending machine company (renamed in 1989 t Ambassador Food Services). He left Automatique in 1973 to start his own business with Beverly, Bronco Vending.
Wendell and Beverly were parents to Teri Lynn and Everett George White II (Buddy). Wendell and Beverly enjoyed camping in the Colorado Rockies and bowling. As their children grew older Wendell became involved with coaching junior bowlers. Eventually he became a central figure in the organization of youth bowling in the state of Colorado. He dedicated decades of his life to coaching, nurturing, and promoting junior bowlers through elite leagues, tournaments, and scholarship opportunities. Wendell's selfless work to promote competitive bowling opportunities for youth was honored in his being inducted into the Colorado Bowling Hall of Fame in 1995 and the Denver Bowling Hall of Fame in 2002. Wendell remained an advocate for youth bowlers until the end of his life.
Wendell had a big dream picture with competitive youth bowling. He wanted to impact the game in a way that would continue long after his life would end. For decades Wendell help to build up a scholarship fund for the Youth little by little. This fund has been and will continue to be a staple in Colorado Youth Bowling. The interest earned each year is used in the Summer Blowout Tournaments held annually with an entry fee of only $10.00 per entry. These tournaments pay out $5,000.00 in scholarship money each tournament. There are 3 to 6 tournaments each Summer for the Youth thanks to the man, known as Wendell White! The history of the game will ever be changed thanks to our good friend Wendell.
Wendell was preceded in death by his parents, son Buddy, grandson Brandon White, and brother Gene White. He is survived by his beautiful wife Beverly of Englewood, Colorado; daughter Teri Lynn, her husband Andrew Millar, and their daughters Terra Skye and Aidan Rain Millar-White of Orcutt, California; granddaughter Tiffany White of Littleton, Colorado; sister Shirley and husband Lee Ankeny of Pea Ridge, Arkansas; brother Gary and wife Connie White of Scottsdale, Arizona; sister-in-law Shirley White of Sidney, Nebraska.
Ten Things I Learned from You, My Father
Teri White
1) If I persist and use logical arguments I will often be able to accomplish my goals.
2) It is just as important to nurture the child's spirit as the child's knowledge and skills.
3) When I did well you were happy for me and always very proud of me.
4) If through an error in judgement I cause harm to another I should undo that harm to the best of my ability.
5) I was lucky to have a father who liked be enough to spend time talking with me and who was able and willing to find ways to connect with me. Not all children have that.
6) Sometimes being flexible is wiser than insisting on things being the way I think they should be, especially when engaged in a battle of wills with large livestock.
7) Kicking the ball return does not improve one's score, nor does it make one look cool. Maintaining poise, refocusing, and improving one's aim might accomplish both.
8) No matter how good you are, there will be times when a competitor is having a better day.
9) Interact in a respectful manner with others even if my perspective differs from theirs.
10) I am strong enough to let you go.
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road.
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go.
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough.
And, Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough.
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old.
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul.
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.
Dan Fogelberg