On a late August afternoon, at the Englewood Cemetery in Slaton of 1932, Woody Tudor was laid to rest.
Family and friends gathered in the small cemetery and remembered a young man, 30-years-old, who adored his mom, his wife, his children but, most of all, his father – R.L. Tudor.
R.L. watched as his son was buried beneath a copper colored stone with the name, Woody, etched on it. Surrounding the grave were the few remaining wild flowers of the prairie during the dust bowl; they bloomed across fields and grew unruly everyday like untamed anger that raged within R.L.’s psyche after the accidental death of his son.
On most days, over commonplace chatter and sundry pleasantries, Woody Tudor visited with his father.
On August 25, 1932, Woody, his wife, and their children were driving to R.L.’s house before the entire family were to spend an afternoon at the Johnson Ranch, as they had done many times before.
“R.L. and his son were great old pals,” J.W. Nesbitt, a close friend of both R.L. and Dr. Adams said during the trial. He said he saw Woody Tudor the day of his death and declared the boy appeared to be in good health in a 1932 issue of the Lubbock Avalanche-Journal.
Thirty minutes after Woody was supposed to be at R.L.’s house, R.L. learned that Woody and his family had been involved in a car accident and were at Dr. Loveless’ office.
R.L. arrived at the doctor’s office to find Dr. Loveless, “whittling on a stick,” as is stated in the issue of the Lubbock Avalanche-Journal. Woody sat in a chair with a broken arm.
“Dad, I’m shore glad I didn’t hurt the baby,” Woody said.
“Why have you been waiting here for so long?” R.L. asked his son.
“We’re waiting on Dr. Adams,” Woody answered.
R.L. testified that he went to Dr. Adams’ office and said, “My God, Dr. Adams, get over there and help my boy.”
“You’re talking to the wrong man,” Dr. Adams said, according to R.L. “If you want that boy’s arm treated, bring him over here. You all know I am the Santa Fe doctor and you ought to come here for treatment.”
When Woody was taken to Dr. Adam’s office, it was stated by R.L. that Woody told the doctor he could not take ether. “Dr. Miller over at Clovis told me my heart would never stand it and never to take it,” Woody said.
“Yes, you can stand it,” Dr. Adams told Woody.
“Doctor, if that boy can’t stand ether. Don’t give it to him,” R.L. said.
“I can stand it without the ether,” Woody said.
“We’ll have to give it, let’s get going and get it over with,” Dr. Adams said to Dr. Loveless who assisted Adams in treating Woody.
As they began to give the ether, Woody said, “I love my daddy. I love my daddy.”
“And that’s the last words he [Woody] said,” R.L. testified in court. R.L. testified that Dr. Adams and Dr. Loveless gave Woody two cans and part of a third of the anesthetic before he lost consciousness. “I went around to his face and said, ‘My God son, come out of it, come out of it,” R.L. said with an occasional tear falling down his cheeks.
It would be later, on October 13th, when R.L. would confront Dr. Adam’s at his office.
“I wanted to try to get him to help take care of those babies [Woody’s two young children],” R.L. testified. “I felt he was responsible for his death through negligence,” he said.
R.L. said he walked into the office, spoke to him and said he wanted to know, “What he was going to do with those babies?”
“I’m not going to do anything,” Dr. Adams sternly said to R.L. “Get out and stay out,” he said.
“I just kept shooting,” R.L. said. “After he told me to get out, I just kept shooting and he fell on his knees and I went out the door and gave myself up.”
When the community arrived to bury Dr. Adams, in mid-October of 1932, almost the entire town showed up to pay their respects and mourn the pioneer doctor who was buried beneath a granite tombstone with the name, Adams, etched into the classic white stone that stood illuminated against the sun.
As the citizens of Slaton gathered to inter their hometown hero, their pioneer doctor, across from the somber crowd, only a few steps away, sat the lonely grave of Woody Tudor bearing a tombstone etched in gothic calligraphy with the words…
… “Gone, but not forgotten.”
In a four day trial, the jury found R.L. guilty of murder. The judge only sentenced him to two years because of the circumstances surrounding the crime.
R.L. Tudor is buried next to his son in Englewood Cemetery.