May 12, 2007
murphy taylor banner-high school photograph,  in background of school, Dunn High class of 1958

Murphy Taylor died April 30, 2007 in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was a beloved member of the Dunn High School Class of 1958.

During his years at Dunn High School, Murphy played baseball, basketball, and football. He was Vice-President of his senior class. In his senior year book, he was described as likeable, cutest, and Senior Superlative.

We will miss you, Murphy Taylor. Our condolences to your son, Jason, and extended family.
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Dear Fellow Classmates,

I am sorry to have to bring you sad news. I heard from Becky Pope and Jule Mann yesterday that Murphy Taylor had died. Our classmates had lost contact with him until this spring when S B did some excellent detective work and sent me a possible phone # in Las Vegas. After that, I actually talked to Murphy. He was enjoying his work in a security business and seemed genuinely glad to re-connect with us, especially JW. He was making plans to attend our 50th reunion next June. I am sure that he and JW would have had some mischief in store for us.

Join me in remembering our old friend.

says Classmate memories of Murphy Taylor

so sad about glad jimmy was able to talk to him recently...probably really "made" murphy's day ! what I remember about him most is the "reverse mohawk" haircut that some guys gave him.....the evidence was still visible in his senior picture...


Jim, thanks again for getting out the word about Murphy. I had a long talk with JW yesterday and discovered many things about Murphy that I didn't know...

Here's a little paraphrase of how J. W. remembers Murphy:


Murphy was a little of an oddity in a way but we all liked him. And, he was like greased lighting in football. He had that quickness and agility that made Friday night football pretty excited.

I'm not sure anybody remembers exactly how Murphy came to live with me. He just showed up.(Murphy grew up in an orphanage.) I think that living with Coach Brown was a little restrictive if you get my drift. Anyway, I'll never forget the look on my Mom's face when I introduced him, "Mom, I want you to meet my new brother."

Over the years, I've kept up with Murphy. He worked for me for awhile and then kind of disappeared off the radar screen. Years went by and he would surface usually with a phone call.

Not sure that our classmates know that Murphy had diabetes and had been sick for awhile. Also, he was caring for his twin brother who had slipped into dementia. Another brother had committed suicide as I remember. The reason I'm sharing this is it fits the pattern of Murphy as the survivor. In some ways, he's still Murphy looking for a home.

I'm sad and glad his suffering is over. He has a son, Jason, who is making arrangements.


I'll never forget the first time I saw Murphy. It was at football practice. And, when you are a high school boy playing football everybody is a rival, especially if you don't know them. I mean, here is a new guy that might threaten my place on the football team; and, of course, football when you are in High School is life- Friday night lights. But, Murphy turned out to be no threat, only an addition and really a gutsy and fast halfback as I remember. He could scoot around the ends, dodge, dart, make it all exciting.

Of course, in High School, you don't know what end is up, but Murphy was a good athlete in all sports. He integrated into the environment and was part of the fabric. I'm sorry I lost contact with him but briefly heard of his exploits over the years. I would always ask JW when we got together; it was Las Vegas, Reno, some distant spot.

When I talked to J. W. a few days ago, he told me that Murphy had been in the military. I didn't remember. And, there was something that struck a cord, apparently, he had originally tried to join up, but they rejected him.

Then for some odd reason, at 28, the military scarfed him up and sent him to Vietnam. J. W. says that he thinks he didn't even have any training. I don't know how that could be, but stranger things have happened.

What it appears is that Murphy was what we call, McNamara's 100,000(this was a despicable program of the LBJ era where the military lowered the standards and took those who previously could not get in and made "cannon fodder" out of them). Murphy, I think, was probably one of them. He is lucky to have survived. But, then again, are any of us surprised? Murphy Taylor was a survivor.


Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

says God Bless  Murphy Taylor

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