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Chuck was a pedestrian in a hit and run on Tuesday night, March 16th 2021.
Charles "Chuck" Bryan Chenoweth, Jr. passed away on Wednesday, March 17th, 2021 in his hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Chuck was born in Smackover, Union County, Arkansas and also lived in Littleton, CO before settling in Tulsa, OK. He is preceded in death by his father, Charles Bryan Chenoweth.
Chuck attended Memorial High School in Tulsa, OK. He also attended college at Oklahoma State University and graduated from Barnes Business College. As a longtime resident of Tulsa, Chuck was an avid sports fan of his favorite local sports teams: Oklahoma State Cowboys, Oklahoma Sooners, and the Oklahoma City Thunder. His most joyful times were spending time with his parents, daughters, granddaughters, and brothers whom he loved very much. Chuck was also a very talented multi-instrument musician who enjoyed playing both the piano and guitar in his leisure time.
Chuck is survived by his mother, Marilyn Ann Gray Chenoweth; his three daughters, Chelsea Sinclair, Ashley Chenoweth, and Olivia Chenoweth; his two brothers, Corey and Beth Chenoweth, Timothy and Angela Chenoweth; as well as his granddaughters, Callie Sinclair and Paisley Busby.
Please feel free to share memories you may have of our departed Charger.
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Laura Russell
See you on the other side Chuck! Chuck was such a great guy! Lots of us attended elementary at Grissom with Chuck. He was notorious in basketball and played the guitar. I think Chuck was a scout as well. I was regularly disappointed in his absence at our reunions over the years. His parents ( Charles Sr. recently deceased) live in their family home, as do my parents. I drive by occasionally, thinking I might catch someone in the yard, to catch up. God's speed in resolving the uncertainty of his passing, and God's peace for his family.
Blythe Barfield (Waugh)
Chuck and I were friends from grade school. He was a fun guy to hang with. In Jr. High,he dated my good friend Susan Osteen, so I was at his house often. As well as hanging out there with Cherry Club. I would see him some over the years and stopped at his folks a few times. Loved to listen to him play piano by ear! So sad of his tragic passing. Peace my friend.Thomas Bittman
Very sorry to hear this. Chuck was a nice guy - and all the way back to Grissom.
Joel Oldham, IV (Oldham, Iv)
Chuck's one of the good guys. RIP my friend.
Joe Heldmann
Many friends come into our lives — but only a few have been have been of as much significance and substance as Chuck was to mine.RIP My friend.
Susan O'Steen (Allen)
So many memories of Chuck. He and his family are part of the tapestry of my life, they are woven into my faith, my profession and my special years in Tulsa and beyond. Chuck and I spent are formative years together and we had an amazing relationship for two kids. Even after I left Tulsa and moved to Nebraska we talked every Sunday night and visited when we could.
Mr. and Mrs. Chenoweth modeled Christian faith not only to their children but, to everyone who passed through their doors. I learned so much in watching them parent and teach, Chuck and I talked about our faith often and it was a cornerstone of our realtionship.
In 1992 when I was diagnosed with Cancer and had just returned home from a hospital stay, my phone rang. I answered and this voice said "Hi Susan, this is Charles Chenoweth." I was shocked and asked why he was calling. He said they had just heard my news and he was in Dallas on business and wanted to come and see me. He came and spent all day Saturday with my family, met my 3 week old son and was so kind. It was a very memorable visit.
I recovered from Cancer a year later and was able to go skiing in Keystone with my family (wasband and 4 boys) as well as my Mom/Dad, sisters and their familes. Chuck and Chris were living in Denver and they came to visit with their 3 girls. It was a unique visit combining the past with the present and looking to the future.
Mrs. Chenoweth was a nurse and we talked a lot about life after college. In 9th grade I decided I too wanted to be a nurse and have been practicing in my profession for 38 years. I have loved every second of it and contribute finding my calling to Mrs. C. Ironically she was the Mother of boys, and so am I. I hope to visit her next time I am in Tulsa.
Over the years, I've always kept up with Chuck through Blythe, I texted him on his 50th Birthday and communicated with him over the loss of his wonderful Dad. I've never forgotten his home address or phone number from childhood and used to drive by his house and honk M-E-M-O-R-i-A-L_I-
-U as a teenager.
If I could do the honk today it would be M-E-M-O-R-I-A-L-R-I-P. Peace Be Wtih You Chuck , my prayers are with Mrs. C, Corey and Tim as well as Chris, her girls and Grandaughters.
Mike Zygmunt
A number of posts in Chuck's memory describe him as a "good guy". That might seem a simple description on it's face but as one grows older we begin to comprehend just how honorable that title is. Chuck Chenoweth is a good guy.
I recall back in my Memorial football days I was in Coach Eddy's dog house and was placed on the dreaded "Dummy O", translation you ran the offense of your next opponent against the first string defense.
It was a motley crew of non starters but I found out all possessing huge hearts. I was designated running back, Lance Mawdsley was QB, Chuck and Phil Hunter our wide receivers along with a supporting cast of severely undersized offensive lineman. I gazed around the huddle and thought for sure I was dead. To my surprise it turned out quite differently.
I was not happy with my demotion and knew I was going to put up a fight but it was all the other guys in that group that showed what they were made of that day including Chuck. What took place for the next 45 minutes was one of my most cherished football memories. We not only held our own, I would say we won.
One particuliar play stands out, Lance called an improvised pitch pass. He would toss the ball to me as if we were running a sweep but I would stop and throw a deep ball to Chuck Chenoweth who was running a long post. I wasn't a big believer in that play call considering Chuck was lined up against Frank Jones, probably the best defensive back in Memorial football history, but to this day I can still recall Chuck running like a deer, his long strides maintaining a small advantage over Frank.
I heaved the ball as far as I could just prior to being slammed to the ground by a highly frustrated defense. I thought I had overthrown the pass but Chuck kept running and when the football was within reach he plucked the ball out of the air and scored.
Chuck made it look so easy and when he got back to the huddle he wore this slight, Chuck Chenoweth, good guy smile. Rest in peace...
Bonnie Fullerton (Glavas)
I have lots of good memories of Chuck, he was so much fun to be around! This one stands out in my mind.
Chris and Chuck joined my boyfriend and I on a trip to Little Sahara State Park, west of Enid, to go ride sand rail dune buggies. My boyfriend took us all out on the sand in his Blazer. As we drove fast over a bunch of bumps in the sand, caused by the huge paddle tires of the dune buggies, Chuck didn’t brace himself enough, and he kept bouncing up and bumping his head on the roof of the Blazer. We were all laughing so hard! That was a fun trip!
Rest In Peace
Julie Hall (Taylor)
I didn't know Chuck well, but certainly remember him being a very nice guy and a great athlete. So sorry to hear about his tragic demise. Sending kind thoughts and prayers to his family.
Eddie Morris
I can't believe it's been a year since we lost Chuck.
I first met Chuck in the eighth grade when we played on the same baseball team. He was a decent athlete and and I enjoyed getting to know him. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. C, were a constant presence at our games and were always a delight to see throughout our high school years. Chuck's girlfriend was Susan O'Steen. She attended most of our games, usually with Kelly Bohannon.
Our sophomore year, Chuck, Bob Branson, Alan Tiedeman and I attended the Houston Astros vs. the Texas Rangers exhibition baseball game at the old Oiler Park. I remember there was a light drizzle and all of a sudden, the announcer asked for the crowd to stay away from the portion of the stadium that had collapsed! Being teenagers, we rushed to the scene only to witness several fans who had fallen to the concrete below.
I loved Chuck in life and was grateful for and blessed by his many gifts: music, faith, joy and friendship. Each shared so generously.