Birth date: Nov 8, 1941 Death date: Sep 3, 2025
H.M. "Butch" Clopton, Jr. November 8, 1941 - September 3, 2025 Herman Monroe Clopton, Jr, 83, of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, passed peacefully into the presence of the Lord on September 3, 2025, surrounded by his loving family. He wa Read Obituary
Honored to call him my Dad! ❤️
Butch Clopton was (and is) the nicest man you could ever know.. When he married my dear and sweet sister Kay, our family was so very blessed! He was always loving, caring, a great husband, father, grandfather, brother-in-law and friend to everyone. He had a great sense of humor too. He will be very missed but we will see him again one day! Love you Butch and love you Kay and Jeff. Kandy, Juliana and Analisa!
Karen Young Vickrey
I was fortunate enough to marry Kandy Noel Clopton in 1994 and become part of the “American Dream Family” or as I often referred to the Clopton’s, “The Leave it to Beaver Family”, but with three daughter’s as a bonus for June (Kay Clopton) and Ward (Butch Clopton). I came from a dysfunctional family (aka normal for most of us in America) and quickly realized that family feuds at Holidays were only for those that watched the game show on TV, not for the Clopton household.
Old fashioned, traditional, vintage, call it what you may, Butch was the leader of a brilliant band that was only going to to play classics - which means his family was raised to Honor God, treat others in high regard, respect the law and be nice to your fellow person. Providing for his family was paramount, being self indulgent was never even considered.
When I used to ride Snowmachines every weekend in the winter in Alaska, I had asked Butch (admittedly, I was prompted by his eldest daughter, my wife/aka miss look out for everyone else) to go ride for the day. Ugh! Butch was not younger than 56/57 and no older than 60 years old. I was in my late 30’s and wanted to “jump tall mountains” when riding. Well, slap your neighbors Rottweiler on the rear end if Butch didn’t say “yes!”. So we loaded up the Snowmachines and off we went to Turnagain Pass - located about one hour south of Anchorage, in the mountains with tons of snow. Butch impressed me that day: part of mountain Snowmachining is getting stuck and the other part is getting unstuck. Valiantly, Butch did both, gracefully. Riding was a blast and I learned my Father in Law was a pretty rad and cool guy that could shred snow on a Ski-doo. I never heard one complaint, in fact, I have never heard Butch complain AT ALL.
God just does not make men like John Wayne and Butch Clopton anymore.
Brian Broderick/Anchorage Alaska
