Birth date: Dec 31, 1932 Death date: Nov 26, 2025
Phillip Anderson Jr. “Bunk” December 31, 1932 – November 26, 2025 Phillip Anderson Jr., lovingly known as “Bunk,” passed away at the age of 92. Born in December 1932 to Marie Gant and Phillip Anderson Sr., he was raised in Odessa Read Obituary
I have so many wonderful memories of my Dad I could literally write a book. I'll try to keep it simple and short here and just put some highlights. Daddy loved wrestling and rodeos. He would wrestle with us kids when we were young, he also took us to the Armoury in Tampa every week to watch in person. I met many professional wrestlers like Dusty Rhodes, the Brisco brothers, Gordon Sauly and many more. He took us to many rodeos and when there were no rodeos to go to he would be our bucking bronc or bull and try to throw us off his back. We loved every minute of it. On Sunday mornings when we would get ready for church in our dresses we would ask ” Daddy how do I look” and he would say ”whoooeee, you look pretty as a pup running under acred wagon”. Well I don't what that really meant but if my daddy said it then I looked pretty darn good and that was good enough for me.
Daddy liked to play games and monopoly was a family favourite. Daddy always played the banker and wouldn't let us quit until the game was finished, especially if he was winning, which was more often than not. Gin rummy was another game we played a lot. It was mom's favourite and she usually won. She would always catch dad trying to cheat lol. He would just snicker and laugh about it.
I was the first born so I was his daughter 1st and his son second, until my brother was born the 4th go around. I went hunting with him, I helped him mend fences and feed cattle on the ranch. My dad taught me that I could do anything I set my mind to doing. If I wanted bad enough then I could make it happen with enough will power a determination.
Daddy wasn't a very emotional person, so he did say the words ‘ I love you’ he would say ” Me you too” but we all knew what he meant and it was good enough for us.
Daddy's birthday was New Year's Eve and he believed In celebrating in a big way. We would start with a camping trip on the ranch at the picnic grounds. We would go hunting for a hog, gut it and clean it at the barn and Daddy would stay up all night slow smoking it over an open pit. The next day all the friends and family showed up and a feast we did have. Daddy would always find a tree to curl up under to take a little nap after he ate but that was every get together we went to and food was involved. I'm sure there are many pictures of daddy sleeping under an oak tree. New Year's Eve will never be the same without him.
I think I'll stop here cause I don't want to take up all the space but I could go on for days! I love you Daddy! ❤️ 💔
My memories with Pop are all over the place I couldn’t even tell you how old I was in half of them but they’re the kind that stick with you forever.
I remember throwing acorns at his bald head, and him making all of us grandkids run around so he could lasso us like we were cattle. We loved it. I remember the weekends going with him and Mokel to the flea market next door to get ice cream , eating squirrel for the first time the one we hunted together yes only one . Him attacking us with his feet, trying to pinch us with his toes. Riding his baby cattle with Richard in the summertime on their property in north Florida to the point were they nearly died. To be honest I pretty sure Richard and I are a reason some didn’t make it. Sorry about that Pop.
But my favorite memory the one I’ll never forget was right before we’d leave and he’d say,
“What, you don’t like my company!?”
Pop… I always loved your company. Nothing will ever be the same without you. Your company is in a much better place now, and I hope you know how much you meant to us.
