Grand Mead had a very enthusiastic way of interacting with us, the grand kids. I don't think there was a single thing we could say without him getting really excited, and making comments like "you did?! wow!" in a slightly high-pitched, sing-songy voice. I'm sure that a part of the voice he used was because we were young and it was a cutesy way to speak, but I think that was only a small part. He never said anything that felt insincere or forced, and I think that's because he was truly amazed to hear about the things that all of my cousins, my brother and I were doing in our lives. He always seemed so proud of us all, and it was always easy to tell that he had an immense amount of love for us and his children and Mima. 

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Mead was smiling,engaging, and articulate. His energy and enthusiasm for the task at hand was catching.  In conducting church business he was able to see a challenge from many angles.  He listened carefully to others and was able to artfully choose elements of those discussions to spur the creation of a workable plan. 

He and Mary are a remarkable couple, community leaders, great hosts, and wonderful friends.  We all enjoyed our time with them. 

It saddens us to think that we will not see that strong, articulate, dapper fellow with the confident stride come into fellowship hall at the Presbyterian church. 

I first got to know Mead when he & Mary brought their English cocker, Prince, to me for grooming and boarding.

Mead loved Prince, but loved cavalier king charles spaniels from his London years so soon Robin Hood was added to the family.

Whenever I picked up the Prince & Robbie, Mead would put their leashes on them and walk them to the car and he'd talk to them about all their buddies at daycare. Then he'd pet all the dogs in the car.

When I brought Prince & Robbie home, they'd enter the house barking. Mead would come out of his office and hollar, "the boys! the boys!" They'd greet each other joyously and he'd grab their leashes to go for a walk so the dogs could bark at the sneaky squirrels invading the neighborhood.

Prince passed away in the spring.

DeAnna and I are acutely aware we have lost a great friend and the community has lost a truly outstanding contributor to the community and country. Mead was always a major player on the numerous boards and committees he served. I felt it a priviledge to serve with him in the Woodward Rotary club and the Plains Indians and Pioneer Museum. Mead was a very serious and analyitical rancher and was very willing to share the fruits of his studies with me and others.   
We extend our deepest sympathy to Mary and the family at this time.

  Mead's father and my father (two of the three sons of William Ferguson) had close to the same sort of life. Mead's life in England, however, was nothing like anything that my family had experienced and that experience still shows today. Mead had anecdotes about business dealings with the Shah of Iran, Mary went to a famous school for chefs, and all Meads children developed the ability to do a spot-on English accent (which they still do when times are not so sad as they are today because of the passing of their father).