Timeline for Austin Randolph Gibson





Austin Randolph Gibson, Sr. of Venice, Florida; formerly of Mt. Jackson, Virginia; went home to meet the Lord on January 17 at the age of 85 after a long battle with Parkinson’s disease.
Born on April 20, 1935 in Washington, D.C., he was the son of the late Tiny and Fran Gibson.
Austin is survived by his wife of 66 years, Elizabeth “Jane” Gibson and his children, Kathleen Bowring (Garry); Terrie Gibson; and Austin Gibson, Jr. (Jeannette); his grandchildren, Candice Cheshire (Joseph); Jessica Matchavariani (Revas); Daniel Bowring (Danielle); Hannah Davis (Kyle); Bryan Bowring (Brittany); and Zachariah Gibson. He is also survived by his six great-grandchildren, Anne Cheshire; Delaney Bowring; Dylan Bowring; Caleb Matchavariani; Bristol Bowring; and Grant Davis, and his brother, Raymond Gibson.
Austin was a graduate of Anacostia High School in 1954, and married Jane, his high school sweetheart, on August 7, 1954.
Austin proudly served two years in the United States Navy, and spent 20 honorable years as a Washington, D.C. firefighter. After retiring from the fire department in 1978, he followed his passion for flying and opened up a banner towing business, flying banners over the beaches of Ocean City, Maryland and Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, as well as RFK Memorial Stadium during professional football games.
He was always a vessel to spread God’s message and was a member of the Freemasons, Gideons International, and formerly of Parkway Baptist Church in Lakeland, Florida.
Austin always lived life to the fullest. He loved his family, flying airplanes, riding and racing motorcycles, and boating on the Chesapeake Bay.
Austin was a wonderful father, grandfather and great-grandfather. His humor, warmth, love, and courage will be deeply missed.
A burial service will be held at the Gibson family cemetery in Gretna, Virginia in the spring. The date is to be determined.
Our sincere condolences.
The staff of Farley Funeral Homes and Crematory.
My dear sister Terri, Keep your eyes and ears open and he will make himself known to you when you need him!! Our heavenly Father says for us to come to Him with the faith of a child. As a child, and on the evening before Christmas, we had so much faith that a fat man and eight tiny reindeer was going to fly around the earth in one night and visit every home that when we woke Christmas day we would RUN to the tree WITHOUT A REASONABLE DOUBT that a fat man and eight tiny reindeer visited our homes!! Find rest and comfort in that very Childs FAITH my sister Terri and "your father" in Heaven, the one who loved, held, and protected you always while here on earth will show himself to you!! I have the faith of a child that you will see, and you will hear!! God bless all of the Gibson's!!
I think about and pray for you every day and night. Thank you for coming into my dreams Dad, it is so great to see you. Thank you for fixing the shutters on our front door...we know it was you. You also found Mom's blood pressure machine and placed it where she would find it. We know you are watching over us from heaven and visiting when you can. Thank you for the Eagle in the tree. There has never been an Eagle on this pond. It was awesome when the Eagle departed from the tree and then flew right up to our big picture window, for me, Mom and Mary Ann to see. He was so beautiful, I believe he was a Golden Eagle, we looked him up. Love and miss you Dad, Terrie
Thinking of you and missing you dearly Dad. Love you.
In memory of Austin Randolph Gibson, Terrie Gibson lit a candle
I'll never forget him taking Zach and I to watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone when it first came out. Man he was a cool dude. Thank you for all the great memories.
Thoughts and Prayers from my family to yours. I am one of Hannah's friends. I have so many special moments that I can think of that involve Mr Gibson. One moment in particular Mr. Gibson asked me if I was going to heaven, when I answered "yes" he talked to me in great detail about Christ our Lord and even gave me a little bible that I still have to this day. That moment has always been cherished and I can only imagine what he is seeing in heaven at this moment. I loved visiting Mr. and Mrs. Gibson's house and watching fireworks by the hanger. Mr. Gibson will be greatly missed and he left an impact on my life that I will forever hold dear.
Jane and Austin were us Brown boys' second parents! I posted a picture here when Jane and Austin were the only family I had besides my parents who came up to Ohio to my wedding! They were great friends of the family and we love them like our parents! So many fond memories of them around our house and us Brown boys in their house! Love to all you Gibsons!
I will never, ever forget the kindness of Austin. I grew up with his family and his daughter, Terrie, was my best friend. This world was a better place with him in it, but I know I will see him again. God Bless you Austin and all of your family.
Austin was a good brother to me. He was a fireman in Washington DC for 22 plus years and was in danger a number of times in riots and was shot at while fighting a fire in a black neighborhood. He saved a number of black lives when refused to use the water canon on the DC fire boat to wash a mob of rioters off a bridge, which he was ordered to do during another riot. When I asked him why he didn’t follow the order, he said “I was trained to save lives not kill people.” We were both company commanders of B Company, 1st Battalion, 7 Regiment in our respective senior years at Anacostia High School’s Cadet Corps. The cadets were high on the list of our school’s principal. If you were a male, unless you were physically unfit, she expected you to be a cadet. We also had a great Regimental marching band trained by a former sergeant in the US Marine Corps marching band In DC. Upon graduation in 1952 I enrolled in the VPI Corps of Cadets in Blacksburg, Va. and survived my “Rat” year and was told when I returned as a sophomore I would be promoted to Private First Class, the highest rank a sophomore could be. As it turned out I never went back as my father lost his job due to reductions in force at the Naval Observatory so I joined the army. Went through basic training, leadership school and a technical signal corps school and volunteered to go to Korea when a guy in my barracks who worked in personnel mentioned they had a priority request for my MOS. I was flown over to Pusan, reported in to the company executive Officer who , when I told him my MOS yelled “ JC , not another “my mos”! I’ll finish this later. Cheers
I have wonderful memories of Uncle Austin including my first ever plane ride, great stories and laughs. He was a wonderful man. Love and prayer for all who love him!
My first memories of Austin were from my childhood when my family would visit his and I was always confused by our being cousins and him a grown up. And what a cool grown up he was: firefighter, pilot, dashingly handsome. In these years, I always remember him for his sincere heart, his good marriage, his beautiful, and kind children. He lived and loved well this life he was given, it seems to me. I know he will be missed by his closest, and remembered by all of us who knew him.
I remember Uncle Austin always letting me ride dirt bikes with my cousins, Kathy, Terrie and Randy whenever I came over. He was so funny and always a lot of fun to be around.
In memory of Austin Randolph Gibson, Laurie Jenkins lit a candle
As a child you were our super cool Uncle who took us up in his airplane. Rest In Peace
To my wonderful Dad who I will miss so much. Every year on my birthday you reminded me when I was born I squealed like a pig, I will miss you saying that to me. Thank you Dad for all the things you taught me and thank you for always being there for me. I will never forget all your funny stories and the way they made me laugh. Love You Dad, Kathy
It goes without saying that there will be a big void in my life that will never be filled. But you have left so many great memories with me that I will treasure forever. One that always makes me smile is the time you were playing chicken on your trail 90 with our crazy cow #75. As we watched we were betting who would swerve first. Well 75 won..but you hung in there until the last moment... :-)
Teaching Zach and I to play dominoes. Your nickname was super rat because you never let us win! haha
Teaching me how to drive stick shift through Mt. Jackson!
Walking around Boston together.
Horseback riding with the world’s worst horses!
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Our sincere condolences.
The staff of Farley Funeral Homes and Crematory.