Allen D. Brewer

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Allen Brewer born February 25th 1963 and died September 19th 2018. He was the son of Eloise and Alvin Brewer. Allen's family includes his wife Caroline, sister Pamela and his sons, Joshua, David, Trent and Aaron along with five grand children. He has also left his dogs Kaylee and Gunner, the cat Jayne and a flock of chickens in the hands of his capable wife. Allen honorably served in the US Air force as a Aerospace Control Operator and has worked for AT&T for almost twenty years. Allen Brewer was a hobbyist; One of his many interests was music and he enjoyed both listening and playing it. He was accomplished on the tuba, banjo, percussion, bass guitar and saxophone, but dabbled in many others. For twenty years he was a member of the New Braunfels community band. They played in many local venues and it is likely you heard the “um pa” of his tuba if you ever attended Wurstfest. Allen also had a penchant for Lego, specifically building ships. He had pirate ships, Star Wars ships, US rockets and many others. The sheer man hours of dedication assembling these models is intimidating to say the least. He had a fastidious personality which contributed well to these meticulous vocations. The task of disassembly has fallen on those much less proficient. If I failed to mention Allen's tech hobbies, ya''ll might wonder if we actually knew him. Allen greatly enjoyed his gadgets, computers, ham radio, drones, gaming consoles, tablets and computers. He always seemed to be exploring new technologies and finding unique and interesting things he could do with them. Allen's hobby room is Caroline's nightmare but Allen's happy place. Upon our exploration, we imagine he intentionally left it in its current state as the “kid's final test – figure it out.” Caroline and Allen loved to travel; They are members of a local motorcycle club and went on many adventures visiting the sites of Texas from the open air saddle of a Honda Gold wing or a three wheeled Spyder. Allen appreciated the out doors and Texas Park passes were a necessity when one camps all around the State. The last few years they have used a motorized camper to both enjoy the bounty of nature while having the comfort and access to the tech Allen enjoyed so much. Allen's legacy shouldn't only be measured by hobbies and lifestyle, but on his impact on others. Allen's gruff exterior and umbrage to intrusion were just a part of his outward persona. He cared for his family and friends. It manifested in surprising generosity. Allen dedicated much of his time and energy in assisting others. The knowledge and skills he imparted to his children is evident in their successes, their fields of study and their pastimes and hobbies. A character of Allen's nature is not easily forgotten. Yes, he is no longer present, but he will continue to have a great influence on our lives and he will be missed. A memorial service will be held at Tree of Life Church on Friday, September 28, 2018 at 4:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Tree of Life Worship Arts.

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  1. Growing up in Dayton Tx… my family & I we’re sitting down to Easter dinner. My grandmother was in town from Canada and joining us. As we began to eat, my grandmother suddenly clutches her chest and gasped. Bouncing across the bottom of the big, garden window outside was a pair of huge, pink bunny ears. My family sat stunned for a moment, trying to comprehend what we had just witnessed. We all got up and went outside and found… Allen Brewer holding a 4 ft, inflatable Easter rabbit he’d ‘borrowed’ off of someone’s lawn..with a big, goofy Allen-grin. Thanks for that memory, Allen. I’ll miss you..

  2. Whether it was playing trombone in the jazz band, or tuba in the marching band, Allen loved music. In high school, Allen and I (and some other Dayton High School buddies) formed a rock band we called Brandywyne. We played at a couple of high school dances and thought we were the Kings of Rock. Well, actually we only could play four songs all the way through, but we knew those songs really really well. And we had loads of fun. We also tried our hands at being DJ’s. We would piece together a hodge-podge of stereo gear, various extension cords, strobe lights, crates of favorite records, throw it all in the back of Allen’s truck and show up at high school dances and impromptu parties all over the great metropolis of Dayton, Texas. And what is even more amazing….people would pay us!! Great Friend, Great Times, Great Memories. Allen, you will be missed.

  3. I didn’t communicate with him much after his departure from Dayton, but thoroughly expected after appropriate barbs and updates that he would appear. He never did, but there were rumors that he was up to some good things, and now I know. I remember his enthusiasm for everything, and his sense of humor and quick with. He was a helluva big brass player. I am sure it had its limits; he was a biker after all, and a hidden teenager at heart with his hobbies. We also shared many episodes of getting into or seeking trouble, if not on a school trip, then on a road trip to random places, a car full of teens. He was part of the crowd, and until he moved onto a road similar to Neil’s with a great Air Force career, was not far down the road. I thought of him last weekend, not any more coincidental than thinking about rabbits and then seeing one second later, but a timely one at that. I hope that his passing was quick, painless and that his loving family surrounded him until his last day on earth. He will remain with us in various ways until each day comes for us.


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