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Bobby Matthew "Bob" Culp, age 85, of Newcastle, Oklahoma went to be with the Lord on November 3, 2025.
Bob was born May 15, 1940, to Iva (Woods) and John B. Culp in Atoka, Oklahoma. He was a member of Beverly Hills Baptist Church for over fifty years where he remained faithful in attendance for as long as his health allowed. Bob was preceded in death by his parents Iva and John B. Culp; sisters Jean Duncan and Mary Williams; and brother Sonny Culp.
Bob is survived by his wife of 66 years Naomi Culp; daughter Terry Stull and husband Danny; son Jerry "Butch" Culp and wife Vetia; daughter Patty Schuringa and husband Kurt; grandchildren Cody Stull, Dustin Culp, Laci Culp, Jaree Culp, and Blake Scott, as well as six great grandchildren Harper, Millie, Matthew, Katje, Micah, Harlan, and Jayce; along with many nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends.
If you knew Bob, you knew he was always looking to make you smile, give you a hard time, or try to make some connection if he liked you. If he didn't, well you probably knew that too.
When he was a young boy, his family moved to Asher, Oklahoma, where he became next-door neighbors to Naomi and her family.
They were frenemies first, boyfriend and girlfriend second, and ultimately husband and wife at the very old ages of 18 and 19, straight out of high school. Bob and Naomi married on May 8, 1959, and were married for 66 years.
The two were blessed with three children Terry, Butch, and Patty, although Naomi might have sometimes felt like she had four children, because Bob was always young at heart and enjoyed doing all the things the kids were doing.
He loved working on things and could fix anything with a motor, and when his children were young he built them a go-cart. They were so excited to be in the open fields near their home where they would get to ride the bright yellow cart made from scrap metal and an old lawnmower engine. They watched as Bob jumped in the cart, riding in circles, whipping up a cloud of dust that surrounded them as they watched. After several laps, Butch and Patty began to yell, asking when they could have a turn-Bob just grinned and kept going.
His kids knew their dad would be their champion when needed. When Terry turned 16, he traded in his van to buy her a 1965 red Mustang Fastback, and then proudly (or bravely) taught her to drive - this was something that he did for all of his children.
He didn't hesitate to step up and defend his children either. When Butch was being bullied by an older kid down the street, Bob went to make peace with his dad. When that didn't work, words - then fists - began to fly. Bob won, and the bullying stopped.
He also fought a neighbor who shot the family dog; he gave it his all, getting in a few good punches and ending with an agreement that they would let go of each other and go their separate ways (the poor guy was being held by his arms around a tree so that he couldn't hit Bob again).
And, that's not all, he gave good advice, too. When Patty was dealing with her own set of bullies after moving to Newcastle in middle school, he told her, "Just punch them in the nose as hard as you can and make their eyes water, then run like the dickens. They can't catch you." It was good advice. Thankfully she never had to use it.
Bob enjoyed doing. He and Naomi bowled in leagues for years, they took up snow skiing with their children when they were in their forties, and there wasn't a two-, three-, or four-wheeler that he couldn't ride with the best of them-except maybe Butch. Butch could always out-ride and out-wheelie anyone, including his Dad.
As he got older, he slowed down but he still loved to be doing and going. He took up golf and spent many days with friends and family on the golf course. When he couldn't golf anymore, he still rode the golf cart around the course to continue enjoying time with his friends.
Lastly, to all of Bob's grandchildren and great grandchildren that ever caught him on a silly day and accidentally (or purposely) showed their belly button - a final Chicken-Butt to you!!! He loved you all.
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