Mike Burton Sr
July 4, 1949 ~ September 24, 2015
Eddie Michael Mike Burton, Sr. was born July 4, 1949 in Chillicothe, Ohio and passed away September 24, 2015. He served in the U.S. Army, was a Vietnam Veteran and worked for many years as a truck driver. He was preceded in death by parents, Omar and Lillian Burton; one brother Curt Burton; and four sisters, Geneva Gray, Dexie Terry, Ruth George and Kay McGuire. Mike is survived by his wife of 47 years, Carlene Burton of Ore City; four children, Mike Burton, Jr. of Ore City, Chris Burton of Hallsville, Tessie Burton Gates of Lexington, North Carolina, and Craig Burton and wife Alicia of Winston Salem, North Carolina; six grandchildren, Taylor, Bryant, Lindsey, Dylan, Brandon, and Ryan; four sisters, Lexie Olson, Cookie Hoselton, Jane Meeker, Diane Burton; two brothers, Clyde Burton and Bill Burton and numerous nieces and nephews. Services for Mr. Burton will be held at a later date in Chillicothe, Ohio. Donations can be make to Wounded Warriors or to the Disabled Vets in your local area.
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Carlene, Michael, and Chris, We are sending our love and prayers to all of you. With our deepest condolences,Martha, Ron, Brad, and Kristina
Many prayers of comfort to all members of the family during this sad time. Sending much love from your Ohio Family. Have some fond memories of my Uncle Mike. Many hugs~~~ Love, Carolyn & Clyde Carl( Mikes Sister Juanita Kay "Katie" Burtons Daughter)
SO SORRY, YOU WILL BE TERRIBLY MISSED..
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. Love, Rikki Anne
My thoughts and prayers are with the family during this time of sorrow.
My prayers are going out to the family during this time of grief.
I shall miss you with all my heart, my beloved, treasured brother.We shall meet again in heaven when there shall be a great gathering of a glorious Family Reunion. Wait for me at Heavens Gates to greet me, for I will surely be there! Much love, your baby sister.Diana Lynn
Mike, We were so close, so many good times and memories. We will miss you very much Carlene, Chris , and Mikey our thoughts and prayers are with all of you.Love Greg and Christy
I wanted you to know how very sorry I am to hear of Mikes death. I grew up with Mike and knew his family well. We shared many good times. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Thanks Uncle Mike for the great music you played. It inspired me to become a musician of sorts myself. Your humor and light hearted spirit was a joy to experience. You will be sorely missed. See you on the other side.
Carlene and family, my thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of sorrow.
Chasing My MemoriesThis is one chapter from my book, "Chasing My Memories" that Ive written which includes about 7 memories of Mike.The ending of each of these chapters continue where the last one left off. Im just glad that I had sent these to Mike to read and received his laughter and nod of approval! "E.M.B." For two agonizing days, I wracked my brain on how to properly introduce this particular brother to the pages of this chronicle and to you, the reader.So, with all the honors and accolades that I wish to bestow upon him, it is with poisoned, oops…I mean SACRED pen in hand, that I hereby introduce my brother – Eddie Michael Burton.I also hereby declare to reveal nothing but loving, honorable, dignified memories with the UTMOST respect – of which he so richly deserves!Mike was born on the Fourth of July! Guess you could say, that it was his way of promising Mom…and the rest of us, that he was gonna be some kinda firecracker! And believe me, he lived up to that reputation and unspoken promise! Laughter was the key that Mike held to captivate my childish heart and his goal in life was to make me laugh and my laughter often rewarded his ability to do so! Guess you could say that laughter reigned in my life…and he was the King of Jokers!Unlike other kids, his favorite cartoon character wasnt Superman or even Batman, no, no, they werent!…it was The Joker and The Riddler!He was not prejudice nor did he discriminate – everyone fell prey to his jokes and pranks! A kindred spirit-thats what we became and still are! Why, with him being born on the 4th of July and me almost on Halloween, it was firecrackers and trick or treat almost every day of the year! Yes, life shared with him was gonna be fun and I meant to find out just how much, so whenever the opportunities presented themselves (and I made sure they did!) I would contentedly tag along after him just like the family pet pup would do! (Whether he wanted me to or not!)Now, youll have to realize, that I was but a mere child, who didnt know any better than to walk around with undeniable adoration radiating from my face like the shining beacon of a lighthouse!And so it was, on one such fateful day, as my "bombardment of adoration" was raining down upon him, this "shining beacon" lit up his blue eyes and illuminated his brain to the beneficial words: "Chance – Opportunity It was then, Im sure, that my brother became the first "Teenage Entrepreneur" to EVER walk (more like prowl) the streets of Chillicothe!He had made the auspicious decision to become the benefactor of my childhood education!Yes, he would teach his baby sister the most important skills that she would need to know in life for survival!..fishing, seining for minnows, hunting night crawlers, riding a bike, how to play a guitar and later on, he tried to teach me how to drive…which didnt work out to well for any of us! Haha! Lordy! (Wait until you read "Mustang Sally!")And so, not too long after that day, he began calling meGopher!"What happened to "Punkin?" And whats a Gopher?!" I wondered. Finally, curiosity got the best of me, so I looked it up! Now, by definition, a gopher is a ground squirrel; a kind of rat with pouched cheeks…Hmmm . . .Gee, that changes everything! &128563;Here I thought it was an endearing pet name which he had bestowed upon me but Im sure that his spelling of the word was G-O-F-O-R!!But as a child, I was led to believe by him, that my fetching services were invaluable!Why, according to him, I was performing insurmountable tasks and feats that no adult or teenager could ever conceive of doing themselves!..thats why I was so valuable! (Umm…yeah, right!)His smooth talking, deceitful tongue convinced me, that at my age, I was more agile, graceful, quick and lighter on my feet and could perform any task at the snap of his fingers!To prove his point, he would constantly put me through the required drills of fetch & find as he graded me on time and precision with which it took to retrieve the object which he had assigned to my care. With these points in my mind, observe the next case scenario as one of his many, skill drills!….. &128522; LET THE GAMES BEGIN!&11088;&65039;(Dedicated to you, my beloved brother. I will sorely miss you.)&11088;&65039;
Chasing My MemoriesThis is one chapter from my book, "Chasing My Memories" that Ive written which includes about 7 memories of Mike.The ending of each of these chapters continue where the last one left off. Im just glad that I had sent these to Mike to read and received his laughter and nod of approval! "E.M.B." For two agonizing days, I wracked my brain on how to properly introduce this particular brother to the pages of this chronicle and to you, the reader.So, with all the honors and accolades that I wish to bestow upon him, it is with poisoned, oops…I mean SACRED pen in hand, that I hereby introduce my brother – Eddie Michael Burton.I also hereby declare to reveal nothing but loving, honorable, dignified memories with the UTMOST respect – of which he so richly deserves!Mike was born on the Fourth of July! Guess you could say, that it was his way of promising Mom…and the rest of us, that he was gonna be some kinda firecracker! And believe me, he lived up to that reputation and unspoken promise! Laughter was the key that Mike held to captivate my childish heart and his goal in life was to make me laugh and my laughter often rewarded his ability to do so! Guess you could say that laughter reigned in my life…and he was the King of Jokers!Unlike other kids, his favorite cartoon character wasnt Superman or even Batman, no, no, they werent!…it was The Joker and The Riddler!He was not prejudice nor did he discriminate – everyone fell prey to his jokes and pranks! A kindred spirit-thats what we became and still are! Why, with him being born on the 4th of July and me almost on Halloween, it was firecrackers and trick or treat almost every day of the year! Yes, life shared with him was gonna be fun and I meant to find out just how much, so whenever the opportunities presented themselves (and I made sure they did!) I would contentedly tag along after him just like the family pet pup would do! (Whether he wanted me to or not!)Now, youll have to realize, that I was but a mere child, who didnt know any better than to walk around with undeniable adoration radiating from my face like the shining beacon of a lighthouse!And so it was, on one such fateful day, as my "bombardment of adoration" was raining down upon him, this "shining beacon" lit up his blue eyes and illuminated his brain to the beneficial words: "Chance – Opportunity = Lynnie! (that being me!)It was then, Im sure, that my brother became the first "Teenage Entrepreneur" to EVER walk (more like prowl) the streets of Chillicothe!He had made the audacious decision to become the benefactor of my childhood education!Yes, he would teach his baby sister the most important skills that she would need to know in life for survival!..fishing, seining for minnows, hunting night crawlers, riding a bike, how to play a guitar and later on, he tried to teach me how to drive…which didnt work out to well for any of us! Haha! Lordy! (Wait until you read "Mustang Sally!")And so, not too long after that day, he began calling meGopher!"What happened to "Punkin?" And whats a Gopher?!" I wondered. Finally, curiosity got the best of me, so I looked it up! Now, by definition, a gopher is a ground squirrel; a kind of rat with pouched cheeks…Hmmm . . .Gee, that changed everything! Here I thought it was an endearing pet name which he had bestowed upon me but Im sure that his spelling of the word was G-O-F-O-R!!But as a child, I was led to believe by him, that my fetching services were invaluable!Why, according to him, I was performing insurmountable tasks and feats that no adult or teenager could ever conceive of doing themselves!..thats why I was so valuable! (Umm…yeah, right!)His smooth talking, deceitful tongue convinced me, that at my age, I was more agile, graceful, quick and lighter on my feet and could perform any task at the snap of his fingers!To prove his point, he would constantly put me through the required drills of fetch & find as he graded me on time and precision with which it took to retrieve the object which he had assigned to my care. With these points in my mind, observe the next case scenario as one of his many, skill drills!……….. LET THE GAMES BEGIN! ( Dedicated to you, my beloved brother. I will sorely miss you.)