Albert Bel Fay - Death and Statement From First President Bush

Death and Statement From First President Bush

Fay died in Cuernavaca, the capital of the state of Morelos, Mexico. He and Mrs. Fay are buried in Glenwood Cemetery in Houston. He was Presbyterian.

Then President and Mrs. George Herbert Walker Bush issued the following statement (from the presidential library in College Station) on Fay's death: "Albert was a close personal friend, and we will miss him greatly. He was a Texan through and through. He was a leader in building the Republican Party in Houston, starting in the early 1960s. Albert was a mentor who helped guide me in my early years in Texas politics, when getting Republicans elected was next to impossible. His service to the Republican Party has been invaluable."

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