Larry Wayne Mason, 61 year-old resident of Gentry, Arkansas, died April 23, 2009, at Circle of Life Hospice, Springdale, Arkansas.
Born June 28, 1947 in Bald Knob, Arkansas, he is the son of Jack Mason and Dorothy Aunita Henderson Mason.
He had lived in the Gentry area for the past 13 years and worked as a press operator for RTW-Kennametal.
Larry was a member of the Highfill First Baptist Church, Highfill, Arkansas, where he served as the Sunday School Director.
He married Vivian June Trolinger in Springdale, Arkansas on May 23, 1970.
He was preceded in death by his parents and one son Shawn Allen Mason.
Survivors include his wife Vivian of the home; one son, Anthony Wayne Mason and wife, Elizabeth of Bamberg, Germany; one daughter, Cynthia Lynn Reed and husband, Wade of Springdale, Arkansas; eight grandchildren; three great grandchildren; four brothers, Jerry Dale Mason and wife, Pearl and James Roger Mason, all of Elm Springs, Arkansas, Gary Gene Mason and wife, Rosemarie of Spring Valley, Arkansas, and Danny Mason and wife, Vickie of Sun Prairie, Wisconsin.
Visitation will be 2:00 to 4:00 p.m., Sunday, April 26, 2009, at Wasson Funeral Home, Siloam Springs, Arkansas.
Funeral services will be 1:00 p.m., Monday, April 27, 2009, at the First Baptist Church, Highfill, Arkansas, with Roger Robins officiating.
Burial will follow at Colbaugh Cemetery, near Hindsville, Arkansas.

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I worked with both Larry and Vivian at RTW for years. Back in the day it was a great place to work. We worked hard, got the job done, but we had fun while doing it.
I loved to get jokes on Larry. He'd always just grin and shake his head. I think if we'd quit pulling pranks on him he would've thought we didn't like him anymore.
He was always giving Vivian grief when she'd come out into the shop area. She'd just roll her eyes at him, laugh and go back up front to her little cubicle in the office.
Larry loved his stock car racing. He did that for a lot of years. He told me one time when we were talking about how easy it looked just going round and round the race track compared to how hard it actually was when you were in there doing the driving. I was picking at him, teasing him that it couldn't be that hard... he told me that I could try it a few laps but if I tore something up on the car that I had to fix it... BY MYSELF!! I decided I'd just as soon leave well enough alone. I think both of us went away happy about that decision.
No doubt in my mind... if Larry can find a dirt track and an ole beater to race up there, he'll talk God into letting him go a few laps!
He loved it when we'd raz him and we could usually get him going on a pretty good tear and he'd rant and rave until one of us would tell him that it was just a joke.
I saw Larry the last time at the Kennametal picnic last August (2008). He looked really good but said he tired out easily. My sister and I ran him down after Vivian told us he'd gone to the car to rest. We visited with him for a few minutes and got our usual hug before we left.
I'm so thankful I got to see him there at the picnic. It had been a long time since I'd seen him and he was the same ole Larry... still full of it!!!
You will be missed my friend...