Dad
My Dad came from a big family. He had ten brothers and sisters. Six of them, Johnny, Nancy, Donna, Jeanie, Fred, and Mary Ellen (Midge) preceeded him in death. Siblings still living as of December 4, 2007, are Robert, Margie, Frank and Betty Jane.
At the age of 17, while he was at school, Dad's mother moved from their apartment. She left a suitcase with Dad's clothes inside and Dad's dog tied by its leash to the handle of the suitcase on the side walk in front of her newly vacated apartment. A note attached to the suitcase simply explained that she'd moved. Having no where else to go, my maternal grandparents, Sol and Verda Warren took Dad in. As far as Dad was concerned, they remained his Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.
He and mom fell in love and married in 1960, and the following year I was born. Lisa, my sister came along 3 years later.
Dad was a hard worker. He had his first job by the time he was 15 years old, and never stopped working until a couple of weeks before he passed away. He rarely took a day off, and even more rarely ever took a vacation. If ever a man provided for his family, it was Dad. He made sure we had everything we needed and most of what we wanted.
Dad loved to fish, he had his own boat, "The Sweet Lorene", and took her out every chance he got. Night fishing for trout was his passion. He didn't get to go out the last year though, he had emphasyma and just didn't feel well enough. Dad just loved to play the lottery. Every week he was sure he was going to hit the big one, and when he didn't, he'd just buy another ticket for the following week and say, "Oh well, I gotta work one more week." He loved country music and his favorite song was a George Jones tune called "He Stopped Loving Her Today." He sang that song all the time. Oh how I'd love to hear him sing that now.
He was a member of the Kiwanis Club in the 80's and did many good things for the community with them. My favorite memory about those years was when he helped raise the money for the Helipad to be placed at the hospital so 'Lifestar' could land. That was the year that Dad literally "Sold the Moon" on a radio auction. Proceeds from that auction went towards the Helipad project.
He was of the Christian faith, baptised, and he left behind a well worn bible - full of his notes and favorite high-lighted passages. Words of wisdom he said to me and almost everyone else at one time or the other: "Don't do anything you'll have to look over someone's casket and regret."
Dad wasn't a saint, he was no stuffed shirt by any means. He loved nothing better than to cause one of us to shriek with fright, scaring us, startling us then laughing like crazy at our glares - he loved a good dirty joke as well as any clean one, and sometimes he could talk like a sailor with the best of them.
I remember a time as children, my sister and I didn't scrape the food off the dinner dishes. We just put them in the sink, washed them and when we tried to drain the water. Of course the sink was stopped up. Dad came into the kitchen in his pajamas, got under the sink and took the pipes apart getting a face full of water in the process. Lisa and I laughed and when we did, and oh the rage! Dad came out from under that sink, grabbed the plunger and raised it, shaking it at us, his face red - his eyes bulging and he growled, "If you don't stop that laughing, I'monna plunge your faces!!!" We knew better, Dad had never raised a hand to us in his life and the sight of him standing there so infuriated and wet with that plunger raised like a knight fixing to slay a couple of dragons just made us laugh even harder. He shook his head in disgust and went right back under that sink muttering beneath his breath. That was vintage Dad. For all his life things we broke he fixed. He fussed sometimes when it was our own faults, but he fixed those things. I miss him so much sometimes I can't breathe.
Dad's Obituary:
Mr. Kenneth Lipke, age 64 departed this life on Thursday, July 26, 2007 in the Knox Co. Hospital. He was the son of the late Fred and Mildred Bovair Lipke born to them on April 20, 1943 in Detroit Michigan. Kenneth was a Super pave Bituminous Lab Technician for Elmo Greer and Sons. Survivors include his wife Lorene: two daughters Juel and husband Stanley, and Lisa. He is also survived by two brothers and two sisters: three grandchildren, Nick, Bonnie and Sra: four great grandchildren Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan, and Joel: two brother in laws Don and Lonnie. One very special niece and nephew Shannon and Roy: one lifelong friend John and his wife Nancy and a host of other nieces, nephews, friends and family to mourn his passing. His last great-grandson, Tristan, was born shortly after his passing. Funeral Services for Kenneth Lipke will be conducted at 2PM Friday at the Hampton Funeral Home with Tommy Warren officiating burial will follow in the Hutchinson Cemetery in Barbourville. Friends may call from 10am Friday until the funeral hour of 2PM on Friday To the Lipke family we at the Hampton Funeral Home would like to offer our heartfelt sympathy at his time of bereavement.
Dad passed away due to complications of emphasyma and pneumonia. He was a wonderful man, a fantastic Dad, and will be missed more than I could ever say. Dad.. I love you.
Dad's Star
My heartfelt thanks to Saymme for sponsoring Dad's Memorial page on Find A Grave. If you have a moment, could you please stop by and leave her Dad, Ralph William Lyda, A flower? Thank you so much! Saymee, you're an angel.
My Dad came from a big family. He had ten brothers and sisters. Six of them, Johnny, Nancy, Donna, Jeanie, Fred, and Mary Ellen (Midge) preceeded him in death. Siblings still living as of December 4, 2007, are Robert, Margie, Frank and Betty Jane.
At the age of 17, while he was at school, Dad's mother moved from their apartment. She left a suitcase with Dad's clothes inside and Dad's dog tied by its leash to the handle of the suitcase on the side walk in front of her newly vacated apartment. A note attached to the suitcase simply explained that she'd moved. Having no where else to go, my maternal grandparents, Sol and Verda Warren took Dad in. As far as Dad was concerned, they remained his Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.
He and mom fell in love and married in 1960, and the following year I was born. Lisa, my sister came along 3 years later.
Dad was a hard worker. He had his first job by the time he was 15 years old, and never stopped working until a couple of weeks before he passed away. He rarely took a day off, and even more rarely ever took a vacation. If ever a man provided for his family, it was Dad. He made sure we had everything we needed and most of what we wanted.
Dad loved to fish, he had his own boat, "The Sweet Lorene", and took her out every chance he got. Night fishing for trout was his passion. He didn't get to go out the last year though, he had emphasyma and just didn't feel well enough. Dad just loved to play the lottery. Every week he was sure he was going to hit the big one, and when he didn't, he'd just buy another ticket for the following week and say, "Oh well, I gotta work one more week." He loved country music and his favorite song was a George Jones tune called "He Stopped Loving Her Today." He sang that song all the time. Oh how I'd love to hear him sing that now.
He was a member of the Kiwanis Club in the 80's and did many good things for the community with them. My favorite memory about those years was when he helped raise the money for the Helipad to be placed at the hospital so 'Lifestar' could land. That was the year that Dad literally "Sold the Moon" on a radio auction. Proceeds from that auction went towards the Helipad project.
He was of the Christian faith, baptised, and he left behind a well worn bible - full of his notes and favorite high-lighted passages. Words of wisdom he said to me and almost everyone else at one time or the other: "Don't do anything you'll have to look over someone's casket and regret."
Dad wasn't a saint, he was no stuffed shirt by any means. He loved nothing better than to cause one of us to shriek with fright, scaring us, startling us then laughing like crazy at our glares - he loved a good dirty joke as well as any clean one, and sometimes he could talk like a sailor with the best of them.
I remember a time as children, my sister and I didn't scrape the food off the dinner dishes. We just put them in the sink, washed them and when we tried to drain the water. Of course the sink was stopped up. Dad came into the kitchen in his pajamas, got under the sink and took the pipes apart getting a face full of water in the process. Lisa and I laughed and when we did, and oh the rage! Dad came out from under that sink, grabbed the plunger and raised it, shaking it at us, his face red - his eyes bulging and he growled, "If you don't stop that laughing, I'monna plunge your faces!!!" We knew better, Dad had never raised a hand to us in his life and the sight of him standing there so infuriated and wet with that plunger raised like a knight fixing to slay a couple of dragons just made us laugh even harder. He shook his head in disgust and went right back under that sink muttering beneath his breath. That was vintage Dad. For all his life things we broke he fixed. He fussed sometimes when it was our own faults, but he fixed those things. I miss him so much sometimes I can't breathe.
Dad's Obituary:
Mr. Kenneth Lipke, age 64 departed this life on Thursday, July 26, 2007 in the Knox Co. Hospital. He was the son of the late Fred and Mildred Bovair Lipke born to them on April 20, 1943 in Detroit Michigan. Kenneth was a Super pave Bituminous Lab Technician for Elmo Greer and Sons. Survivors include his wife Lorene: two daughters Juel and husband Stanley, and Lisa. He is also survived by two brothers and two sisters: three grandchildren, Nick, Bonnie and Sra: four great grandchildren Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan, and Joel: two brother in laws Don and Lonnie. One very special niece and nephew Shannon and Roy: one lifelong friend John and his wife Nancy and a host of other nieces, nephews, friends and family to mourn his passing. His last great-grandson, Tristan, was born shortly after his passing. Funeral Services for Kenneth Lipke will be conducted at 2PM Friday at the Hampton Funeral Home with Tommy Warren officiating burial will follow in the Hutchinson Cemetery in Barbourville. Friends may call from 10am Friday until the funeral hour of 2PM on Friday To the Lipke family we at the Hampton Funeral Home would like to offer our heartfelt sympathy at his time of bereavement.
Dad passed away due to complications of emphasyma and pneumonia. He was a wonderful man, a fantastic Dad, and will be missed more than I could ever say. Dad.. I love you.
Dad's Star
My heartfelt thanks to Saymme for sponsoring Dad's Memorial page on Find A Grave. If you have a moment, could you please stop by and leave her Dad, Ralph William Lyda, A flower? Thank you so much! Saymee, you're an angel.
Dad
My Dad came from a big family. He had ten brothers and sisters. Six of them, Johnny, Nancy, Donna, Jeanie, Fred, and Mary Ellen (Midge) preceeded him in death. Siblings still living as of December 4, 2007, are Robert, Margie, Frank and Betty Jane.
At the age of 17, while he was at school, Dad's mother moved from their apartment. She left a suitcase with Dad's clothes inside and Dad's dog tied by its leash to the handle of the suitcase on the side walk in front of her newly vacated apartment. A note attached to the suitcase simply explained that she'd moved. Having no where else to go, my maternal grandparents, Sol and Verda Warren took Dad in. As far as Dad was concerned, they remained his Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.
He and mom fell in love and married in 1960, and the following year I was born. Lisa, my sister came along 3 years later.
Dad was a hard worker. He had his first job by the time he was 15 years old, and never stopped working until a couple of weeks before he passed away. He rarely took a day off, and even more rarely ever took a vacation. If ever a man provided for his family, it was Dad. He made sure we had everything we needed and most of what we wanted.
Dad loved to fish, he had his own boat, "The Sweet Lorene", and took her out every chance he got. Night fishing for trout was his passion. He didn't get to go out the last year though, he had emphasyma and just didn't feel well enough. Dad just loved to play the lottery. Every week he was sure he was going to hit the big one, and when he didn't, he'd just buy another ticket for the following week and say, "Oh well, I gotta work one more week." He loved country music and his favorite song was a George Jones tune called "He Stopped Loving Her Today." He sang that song all the time. Oh how I'd love to hear him sing that now.
He was a member of the Kiwanis Club in the 80's and did many good things for the community with them. My favorite memory about those years was when he helped raise the money for the Helipad to be placed at the hospital so 'Lifestar' could land. That was the year that Dad literally "Sold the Moon" on a radio auction. Proceeds from that auction went towards the Helipad project.
He was of the Christian faith, baptised, and he left behind a well worn bible - full of his notes and favorite high-lighted passages. Words of wisdom he said to me and almost everyone else at one time or the other: "Don't do anything you'll have to look over someone's casket and regret."
Dad wasn't a saint, he was no stuffed shirt by any means. He loved nothing better than to cause one of us to shriek with fright, scaring us, startling us then laughing like crazy at our glares - he loved a good dirty joke as well as any clean one, and sometimes he could talk like a sailor with the best of them.
I remember a time as children, my sister and I didn't scrape the food off the dinner dishes. We just put them in the sink, washed them and when we tried to drain the water. Of course the sink was stopped up. Dad came into the kitchen in his pajamas, got under the sink and took the pipes apart getting a face full of water in the process. Lisa and I laughed and when we did, and oh the rage! Dad came out from under that sink, grabbed the plunger and raised it, shaking it at us, his face red - his eyes bulging and he growled, "If you don't stop that laughing, I'monna plunge your faces!!!" We knew better, Dad had never raised a hand to us in his life and the sight of him standing there so infuriated and wet with that plunger raised like a knight fixing to slay a couple of dragons just made us laugh even harder. He shook his head in disgust and went right back under that sink muttering beneath his breath. That was vintage Dad. For all his life things we broke he fixed. He fussed sometimes when it was our own faults, but he fixed those things. I miss him so much sometimes I can't breathe.
Dad's Obituary:
Mr. Kenneth Lipke, age 64 departed this life on Thursday, July 26, 2007 in the Knox Co. Hospital. He was the son of the late Fred and Mildred Bovair Lipke born to them on April 20, 1943 in Detroit Michigan. Kenneth was a Super pave Bituminous Lab Technician for Elmo Greer and Sons. Survivors include his wife Lorene: two daughters Juel and husband Stanley, and Lisa. He is also survived by two brothers and two sisters: three grandchildren, Nick, Bonnie and Sra: four great grandchildren Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan, and Joel: two brother in laws Don and Lonnie. One very special niece and nephew Shannon and Roy: one lifelong friend John and his wife Nancy and a host of other nieces, nephews, friends and family to mourn his passing. His last great-grandson, Tristan, was born shortly after his passing. Funeral Services for Kenneth Lipke will be conducted at 2PM Friday at the Hampton Funeral Home with Tommy Warren officiating burial will follow in the Hutchinson Cemetery in Barbourville. Friends may call from 10am Friday until the funeral hour of 2PM on Friday To the Lipke family we at the Hampton Funeral Home would like to offer our heartfelt sympathy at his time of bereavement.
Dad passed away due to complications of emphasyma and pneumonia. He was a wonderful man, a fantastic Dad, and will be missed more than I could ever say. Dad.. I love you.
Dad's Star
My heartfelt thanks to Saymme for sponsoring Dad's Memorial page on Find A Grave. If you have a moment, could you please stop by and leave her Dad, Ralph William Lyda, A flower? Thank you so much! Saymee, you're an angel.
My Dad came from a big family. He had ten brothers and sisters. Six of them, Johnny, Nancy, Donna, Jeanie, Fred, and Mary Ellen (Midge) preceeded him in death. Siblings still living as of December 4, 2007, are Robert, Margie, Frank and Betty Jane.
At the age of 17, while he was at school, Dad's mother moved from their apartment. She left a suitcase with Dad's clothes inside and Dad's dog tied by its leash to the handle of the suitcase on the side walk in front of her newly vacated apartment. A note attached to the suitcase simply explained that she'd moved. Having no where else to go, my maternal grandparents, Sol and Verda Warren took Dad in. As far as Dad was concerned, they remained his Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.
He and mom fell in love and married in 1960, and the following year I was born. Lisa, my sister came along 3 years later.
Dad was a hard worker. He had his first job by the time he was 15 years old, and never stopped working until a couple of weeks before he passed away. He rarely took a day off, and even more rarely ever took a vacation. If ever a man provided for his family, it was Dad. He made sure we had everything we needed and most of what we wanted.
Dad loved to fish, he had his own boat, "The Sweet Lorene", and took her out every chance he got. Night fishing for trout was his passion. He didn't get to go out the last year though, he had emphasyma and just didn't feel well enough. Dad just loved to play the lottery. Every week he was sure he was going to hit the big one, and when he didn't, he'd just buy another ticket for the following week and say, "Oh well, I gotta work one more week." He loved country music and his favorite song was a George Jones tune called "He Stopped Loving Her Today." He sang that song all the time. Oh how I'd love to hear him sing that now.
He was a member of the Kiwanis Club in the 80's and did many good things for the community with them. My favorite memory about those years was when he helped raise the money for the Helipad to be placed at the hospital so 'Lifestar' could land. That was the year that Dad literally "Sold the Moon" on a radio auction. Proceeds from that auction went towards the Helipad project.
He was of the Christian faith, baptised, and he left behind a well worn bible - full of his notes and favorite high-lighted passages. Words of wisdom he said to me and almost everyone else at one time or the other: "Don't do anything you'll have to look over someone's casket and regret."
Dad wasn't a saint, he was no stuffed shirt by any means. He loved nothing better than to cause one of us to shriek with fright, scaring us, startling us then laughing like crazy at our glares - he loved a good dirty joke as well as any clean one, and sometimes he could talk like a sailor with the best of them.
I remember a time as children, my sister and I didn't scrape the food off the dinner dishes. We just put them in the sink, washed them and when we tried to drain the water. Of course the sink was stopped up. Dad came into the kitchen in his pajamas, got under the sink and took the pipes apart getting a face full of water in the process. Lisa and I laughed and when we did, and oh the rage! Dad came out from under that sink, grabbed the plunger and raised it, shaking it at us, his face red - his eyes bulging and he growled, "If you don't stop that laughing, I'monna plunge your faces!!!" We knew better, Dad had never raised a hand to us in his life and the sight of him standing there so infuriated and wet with that plunger raised like a knight fixing to slay a couple of dragons just made us laugh even harder. He shook his head in disgust and went right back under that sink muttering beneath his breath. That was vintage Dad. For all his life things we broke he fixed. He fussed sometimes when it was our own faults, but he fixed those things. I miss him so much sometimes I can't breathe.
Dad's Obituary:
Mr. Kenneth Lipke, age 64 departed this life on Thursday, July 26, 2007 in the Knox Co. Hospital. He was the son of the late Fred and Mildred Bovair Lipke born to them on April 20, 1943 in Detroit Michigan. Kenneth was a Super pave Bituminous Lab Technician for Elmo Greer and Sons. Survivors include his wife Lorene: two daughters Juel and husband Stanley, and Lisa. He is also survived by two brothers and two sisters: three grandchildren, Nick, Bonnie and Sra: four great grandchildren Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan, and Joel: two brother in laws Don and Lonnie. One very special niece and nephew Shannon and Roy: one lifelong friend John and his wife Nancy and a host of other nieces, nephews, friends and family to mourn his passing. His last great-grandson, Tristan, was born shortly after his passing. Funeral Services for Kenneth Lipke will be conducted at 2PM Friday at the Hampton Funeral Home with Tommy Warren officiating burial will follow in the Hutchinson Cemetery in Barbourville. Friends may call from 10am Friday until the funeral hour of 2PM on Friday To the Lipke family we at the Hampton Funeral Home would like to offer our heartfelt sympathy at his time of bereavement.
Dad passed away due to complications of emphasyma and pneumonia. He was a wonderful man, a fantastic Dad, and will be missed more than I could ever say. Dad.. I love you.
Dad's Star
My heartfelt thanks to Saymme for sponsoring Dad's Memorial page on Find A Grave. If you have a moment, could you please stop by and leave her Dad, Ralph William Lyda, A flower? Thank you so much! Saymee, you're an angel.
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Married July 23, 1960
Gravesite Details
Headstone purchased and placed in the fall of 2007.
