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Kary De'Vaughn Brown (54) was called home on Fri. Aug 11, 2006. Funeral services will be held 12 noon Sat. August 19, 2006 at the Southside Church of God In Christ, 2179 Emerson St. The Cortege will assemble 11 am Sat at 7867 Old Kings Rd South. Visitation for family and friends will be held on Fri 08/18 from 5-8pm at the funeral home and 10 am Sat. until the hour of service at the church. Internment will be in the Greenlawn Cemetery. Professional services provided by Sarah L. Carter's Funeral Home, 2212 Emerson St.
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Edward Jennings [Ed] White
"Kookie" was always smiling and liked to call me his blue eyed soul brother - we became famous friends. I visited his house off Emerson many times and got to know his whole family (Juanice, Angelique, Kaddell, Bill, Darryl). I can remember holding Dee Brown, Kaddell's son, in my arms shortly after he was born. Mrs Brown worked in the school system and was one of the nicest people I ever met. Mr Brown ran a print shop next door as I recall - a nice quiet man. We lost track of each other when Kary moved to Atlanta so I am very sad to see that "Kookie" is gone. I'll miss you my brother . . .Janet Lynne Gable (Cull)
Kary is one of the first names I looked for here, today. I sat beside him in a home-ec class, and we became good friends. He always made me laugh, and I loved him for that. You know, integration was a new thing when we entered Wolfson. I remember how is scared my mom when he called me on the phone. I told her, "it's ok Mom, we're just friends!".I'm sorry to learn he passed away.
Thomas Roland [Tom] Harkness
My social/political conscience wasn’t as developed as Chris Parker’s at that time (whose was?), but after reflecting on Chris’s remembrance of Debra Hills I’m reminded of what a special group the kids from Douglas Anderson were and how readily we all seemed to accept each other for who we were and what we could contribute. No where was that more evident in my experience than on the football field and at practice. We all had one goal in mind for the 1968 football season, and that was to get back to, and win the state championship.We knew we had a good nucleus of college bound blue-chippers in Rouzie, Thompson, Hackney, Williams, Copeland and others, however, there were still holes to be filled by those of us who may have had the desire, but not so much in the talent department. Despite the core of talent we started with, I’m sure we wouldn’t have achieved our goal that year (well, almost) if we didn’t have guys like Kary “Kookie” Brown, Charlie Hunt, Robert “Weasel” Jones, Mickey Hartley, Larry Jolly and the other athletes who came over from DA that year and made our team better. I had the privilege of playing with Kookie and Joe Miller in the defensive backfield during that amazing run to the state championship game. Whereas as I considered myself more of a cheerleader from my position at right safety, Joe was always the rock-solid, hard-nosed middle safety, while “Kookie” was the essence of cool, but deadly assassin on the left side. While I know he had to be nervous before the big games, you would never know by Kookie’s cool demeanor and somewhat nonchalant attitude. He simply understood what he had to do, knew he could do it, and then went out and did it. While it was always a pleasure to be around Kookie, on or off the field, my favorite memory of him was the game breaking play he made that kept our championship hopes alive.
I’m not sure which game it was, but I do remember quite vividly that it was one of our home games played in the Gator Bowl, and it was at night. In fact, for some reason I think the game was played the night of the Florida/Georgia game, which was played in torrential rain (or maybe it was the week after the FL/GA game?). At any rate, by the time we took the field it was nothing but a muddy quagmire. It was one of those games where neither team could get anything going on the offensive side of the ball. Passing the ball under those conditions was almost impossible, and if the running backs didn’t slip and fall in the mud, the weight of it covering their shoes and caked to their cleats made it hard for them to break away. As I recall, this went on well into the second half, if not the fourth quarter. Both teams were getting anxious to make something happen on offense, but didn’t want to give up anything big on defense. As it turned out, we found ourselves with our backs against the wall as the other team was slowly driving towards our goal late in the game. For whatever reason, they tried to change it up by throwing the ball towards our goal line. Yep, you guessed it—Kookie intercepts the ball deep in our territory (in my mind’s eye it was our 5 or 10 yard line) and he starts running down the left sideline towards the other end of the field. By this time it’s all I can do to pick myself up out of the mud and start jogging after Kookie, cheering him on to the goal line. Kookie truly gave it everything he had, especially under those conditions and considering how late in the game it was. Alas, however, Kookie didn’t quite make it to the goal line. I’m not sure if he got caught or if he simply ran out of gas at the one or two yard line. It didn’t matter though, because Thompson or Rouzie scored on one of the next couple of plays and we won the game. Someone else may have scored the winning points, but that didn’t change the fact that Kookie made the game breaking play that night, which more importantly, kept our undefeated season intact and allowed us to continue our march towards the state championship.
May God rest Kary’s soul and bring him to His glory.