White Parker (1887 – 1956) was a son of Mah-Cheeta-Wookey and Quanah Parker, chief of the Comanches. He married Laura E. Clark (1890-1962), a daughter of Reverend and Mrs. M. A. Clark, a former Methodist missionary to the Comanches. They had at least three children – Patty Bertha, Cynthia Ann Joy, and Milton Quanah (1914-1930). White Parker felt called to do missionary work among the Comanche people. He studied for this ministry at Cook Bible School in Phoenix, Arizona. He joined the Methodist Conference and performed his mission work under their supervision. The Parkers were active in the 1920s and 30s Saturday afternoon street meetings in Lawton, Oklahoma, which was led by Dr. J. Leighton Read.
Parker had a varied religious background. His father was a member of and leader in the Native American Church. The Parker family brought the first non-Catholic church to the state of Texas. He received his education at a Presbyterian/Reformed institution, but affiliated with the Methodists when no Reformed missionary appointment was available.
White Parker and his wife are buried in the Highland Cemetery, Lawton, Comanche County, Oklahoma.
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